A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first-ever OuaT fic :O I've been reading and writing Sweenett fanfiction for a number of years, and I'm quite excited to move away from my lovely trio (Burton Carter and Depp) for a bit.

This is an Evil/Charming David/Regina fic, which is quite uncommon. Though I'm glad to contribute to my little favorite pairing in the show :D It's based off the deleted bonus scene between them at Granny's. Enjoy!

"I want you to know I'm here for you, David. Anytime," Regina said in her irresistible tone. Whether it was a friendly acknowledgement or secret euphemism, she was a very convincing and provoking woman, to be exact. Power comes with great responsibility, and with being the Mayor, she had it.

But at that very moment, as she glanced back up at David to meet his confused look, she felt it. She knew it. The Queen herself was corrupt. Her great responsibility and perhaps respect downgraded as David responded to her touch. It was so wrong it was right.

He took her hand in his slightly, disoriented at the new contact with the Mayor. David was just as emotionally entailed as he ever was in his past life as Prince Charming. Unaware of his feelings, and certainly fervent as he took any type of action towards him as a positive one, be it Mary Margaret or Kathryn and now Regina.

He went with it. He didn't know why, though he felt he did. Looking back up to her doe and hopeful eyes, he knew he should leave. A pang in his heart told him to go, but David stayed put, almost as if he was put on a spell to stay where he was, just by the simple touch of her fingers to his.

Charming gave a lighthearted smile in return to her daring gesture. She nodded her head and smiled back, moving in a bit closer. He truly lived up to his name.

"Thank you," David responded, shooting Regina an encouraging smile. "I - I should get going," he finally breathed, squeezing her hand, reassuring her as he felt relieved yet cold at the loss of contact when he pulled his hand away from hers. The Mayor was sure she got to him. "Wait! David?" she exclaimed reaching out towards him when he got up to leave.

"Why don't you come to my place?" she reasoned, "since you are on edge with the whole Mary Margaret and Kathryn situation, I'm sure my place would be much more comfortable than staying at Granny's, wouldn't you say so?"

He contemplated her offer for a second, holding his jacket awkwardly in his hand as he was just about to put it on. "You have a spare room?" he asked foolishly, pulling his arms through the sleeves. Charming didn't want anything to happen that would get him to regret anything later. He really valued their friendship. He squinted his eyes at that thought, not truly believing his own words, seeing as he was about to spend the night at the Mayor's house.

A light cackle sprouted from the Queen's red lips. "Of course," she said slyly. She did, naturally, have a spare room, and many of them. But that wasn't what she had planned.

"Come," she said, gesturing towards his figure. "Wait - shouldn't we pay for the drinks?" Her familiar giggle came again. "I'm the Mayor, darling, I don't have to pay."

David came around to the other side of the car to open the door for Regina. Even though she drove them to her house he thought it was the respectable thing to do seeing as she freely bought him drinks at Granny's.

"Thank you," she said, throwing out a black stiletto heel onto the pavement from the driver's side.

Walking up to the large main entrance of the house, she opened the door and closed it behind them. Noticing all the lights were off, David questioned, "is Henry not here?"

Regina scoffed at the fact that he was with Emma, but this night was worth it, it had to be. It was, after all, for her revenge against Snow. Charming was, well, charming, of course, so soon her little seductive charade will ensue and become a double benefit, rather than a doubled edged sword.

It'll work, she thought, flickering the lights on and tossing her purse on the sofa. She could work magic.

"He's staying with Emma for the night. He's been begging me for awhile so I said yes. I could do with a night by myself," she explained.

David chuckled as he followed her farther into the foyer, standing behind her as she glanced in the mirror. "Well, I am here. You're not alone."

She looked up towards him in the reflection, brushing a hand through her hair. Smirking softly, she asked, "would you like some wine?"

He nodded, and was guided into the kitchen, watching the Mayor take out an expensive bottle of Pinotage, and grabbing two red wine glasses to go along with it.

Handing David a glass, they walked back to the living room, and sat on the couch. Regina crossed her legs underneath her to one side and was about to take a sip, David stopped her.

"A toast," he exclaimed, holding out his glass. "To what?" she asked softly.

"Tonight," he started, "tonight, and friendship, and trust." Her eyes gleamed at his kind words. After their glasses clinked, Regina asked, "you really trust me?"

"Yes of course I do, Regina, why wouldn't I?"

The Queen cleared her throat, "well I - um, I haven't had much luck with friends lately," she said in a tone as if she'd said it a million times before. This whole time she'd been in Storybrooke, she had no one to call a true friend. As her plot thickened, her revenge against Snow White was even more vital than in Fairytale Land. She was closer to David, and they've been having connections. It sickened her to her cruel, bitter core.

She wanted it. She wanted revenge so bad. But lately, Regina had come to realize her true purpose for revenge. She was torn, heartbroken so many times and beaten; her whole life was shattered.

The Queen needed something to fill the eternal hole in her heart, and that was the destruction of others. Snow had broken her promise and became the pure victim of the Queen. The Queen's fragmented heart was bound together by the littlest of deaths, redundant tortures, and sorrow among the citizens of the kingdom. It was the light off into the distance, the small crack of hope that shinned in the darkest of times. It was all she had left ... to keep her happy.

She was evil. Her heart had shattered, and was replaced by an unloving, blackened one. There was no care in any of her actions. And even if she tried, like she did so many times with Henry, it just backfired. She had given up.

Then, there was that small glimmer of hope, creeping back to her again: David.

He cared for her, valued their friendship, and was glad to call her a friend. She felt calmer, warmer, and even happier when she was around him.

He was definitely a double benefit.

David held her hand that rested at the top of the ivory sofa. "You do have friends. And I'm one of them. Please, Regina, don't put yourself down like this. You are a beautiful, smart, intelligent woman, and very strong. Don't let the people of the town get to you. I'm here."

Regina set down her wine glass after finishing the rest of it in a big gulp, and took Charming's along with hers to be set on the coffee table.

She moved closer to him on the sofa, closing the space between them. "You're here?" she breathed, her face inches from his. She could feel the heat radiating from him when his breath quickened.

"Yes," he whispered.

He should've left. He knew he should've. He sensed her hints and wandering eyes. He felt her close presence and noticed how her voice significantly lowered as she talked to him.

And then yet, he couldn't keep away. He should've left Granny's when he had the chance, he thought, as the Queen smashed her lips against his. A forced groan escaped from his lips as he kissed her back, hating her for her alluring personality. They moaned in unison as their tongues intertwined in a heated, fervent clash. He thought about how they were at Granny's not an hour ago, how he was grounded. He tried to push her away, but he deepened the kiss in his misfortune.

David was confused already, adding a third woman to his thoughts wasn't going to solve anything.

Another deep groan escaped when she drew away slowly, achingly pulling his bottom lip back. She looked at him, and he could see the fire in her eyes, the desire. He looked down to her lips, even more blood red and plump than before.

"Do you want me?" she asked, growling into his cheek, as she brushed her lips against his. He grabbed her lips in a biting kiss, snaking his hands into her hair to intensify the seduction that was placed upon him. He could feel the poison slip passed his mouth as she flicked her tongue over his; down his throat, and into his core.

She licked down to his clavicle, biting and nipping, leaving bruises to justify the night's future actions. He didn't want this, however, as she pulled away to ponder on the open question she asked him a feverish kiss ago, her salacious and wicked structure of her face, body, mind, and soul (or what she had left of it) drew him towards her.

It was sickening and twisted and wrong, enticingly so. Her sweet and sour toxins that escaped from her mouth into his were weakening him. She had him. She finally had him, right where she wanted.

Conquering his mouth for another poisonous, and deeply intoxicating kiss, he answered.

David took Regina's face into his palms, and looked into her dark, endless pits. "Yes," he breathed, "save me, again."

The Queen pulled away, and lifted herself off the couch. She began to pull down the zipper in the back of her navy blue dress skillfully, letting it just barely drape over her shoulders before letting it fall to the floor.

David was in awe of her striking features. Her olive skin glowed in the dim light, revealing herself to him. Her black laced bra and underwear hugged her figure perfectly, too.

He ran his hand up her right leg, feeling the smooth texture against his palm. Charming kissed her knee softly, working his way up to the top of her thigh. When he stopped, he looked up to her.

Regina took his chin into her hand. "A woman who has had her heart broken, can make you do unspeakable things," she said lustfully.

She took his hand in a harsh grasp, causing him to fall back slightly. She held it under hers as she ran it over her hip, teasingly grazing it over her ass, to the small of her back.

David kissed her naval and up her stomach before laying his chin between her breasts, looking up at her longingly. "I need you," he moaned, "let me have you." His hands seized her waist, pulling her towards him. He could feel the tension within his pants increase, his need for release growing stronger with every move she made.

"Not just yet," she said deeply, before walking out of the living room, heading for the stairs. "Wh-where are you going?" he called from the sofa, suddenly out of breath.

"Upstairs," she said blatantly.

"Why?"

"To fuck you."

They crashed into the master bedroom door, nearly missing the bed as David clumsily tripped over her falling on top of her on the bed.

She began to undo the buttons of his red flannel shirt, hastily ripping them open as she burned for desire. He undid the clasp of her bra and tossed it into the corner, taking a nipple to his mouth hungrily. The Queen arched her back as he deliciously sucked and kneaded her breasts.

Regina slipped off her lace underwear after disposing of his shirt. Her eyes raked over his toned chest, and her nails soon after. He spread her legs with his hips as he dove for hers with his hands painfully, grasping at the flesh.

Regina suddenly turned David over, having his back his the silky sheets. She straddled his hips, grinding down on his pelvis with an evil smirk on her face. She tugged at his belt, taking it off in no-time, along with his jeans and boxers. She stared at his length, surprised how much she aroused him so.

He bucked his hips towards hers, achingly waiting to dive deep inside her. God, she was irresistible. "Ooh, anxious our we?" she chuckled softly, returning the favor as she let her slick opening graze over his pulsating member.

She bit hard on his neck drawing a small amount of blood. "Let me have you," he groaned, positioning himself at her entrance. Regina bit her lip and gave a small whimper. She dragged her nails across his chest, leaving thin red marks down his torso before sinking down onto his cock.

"Oh, yes," she rasped, starting a rhythmic pace. David held her steady with his firm hands as she pounded against him, quickening the speed. He reached for the nape of her neck so he could face her towards him.

They stared into each others eyes as they exchanged passionate groans. Charming dragged his thumb across her flushed cheek and then pulled down her bottom lip. She moaned at the sensual gesture, smashing her lips to his.

Regina pushed heavily down on his length, taking all of him in. He quickly flipped her over, resulting in a startling gasp from the Mayor. David kissed down her jawline and collarbone, causing her to tilt her neck back, exposing more flesh. His moans were muffled as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

The Queen's nails dug into his shoulders deeply as Charming angled himself in just the right spot. "David," she whimpered as her legs began to shake when the pressure between her thighs increased.

David could feel himself reaching the edge as he met Regina's hips at a deliciously fast pace. "Harder, David, please-" she half-screamed, tilting her head back so far, she was sure she was going to fall.

He responded with deeper, harder thrusts, calling her name as he came within her. "David," she howled as she road out her climax, meeting his slowing thrusts.

He fell next to her, exhausted. After he caught his breath, he turned to face her, startled that she was already looking at him. She smiled at him, gently touching his cheek. He tucked a brown lock behind her ear, kissing her bruised lips softly.

Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, yet each of them now growing cold at the loss of the contact. He pulled her close to him as he dragged the sheets over them. She flinched.

"What's wrong?"

I'm not used to affection, David, she wanted to say. "I think - I think you should go," she said quickly, sitting up and covering her self with the silk sheet.

Before David could protest (because he was apparently supposed to be staying the night), she said, "H-Henry might be here in the morning, and I don't want him finding - us."

Her excuse was pathetic but convincing as Charming slowly got up and gathered his clothes. After he dressed, he acknowledged her with a small smile.

"Goodnight," he said, closing her bedroom door behind him as he let himself out.

She said nothing back. She continued to sit where she was on the bed, a quizzical look displayed on her face. Maybe it was the strong alcohol, or the wine, but she swear she felt something, odd.

She wasn't satisfied, though her sultry screams pleaded otherwise. Regina wasn't sure whether he actually wanted her, or it was just her allure that dragged him into her bedchamber.

It was quite like her nights with Graham, having him go, feeling nothing but lust. But now, she only felt more empty and alone before. Her plan had worked and she now had something against both Mary Margaret and Kathryn to leave them vulnerable.

She should feel victorious, right? Regina - 1, Snow - 0. It made sense.

Regina brushed her fingers against her swollen lips; she wasn't quite sure whether revenge was the right word for the night's endeavors.

A/N: Glad you made it to the bottom! Please leave a review and tell me what you think! It's nearly 2 am and I knew I had to finish this tonight even though I have to get up quite early tomorrow (or today)! Reviews are love, and I am open to suggestions as to what you'd like to see! xx