I initially posted this on tumblr as a one-shot prompt response, and then continued it with a second part. I hope you enjoy!
He never thought he'd have to worry about such things, had figured that by the time Roland showed any interest in women, the age gap between father and son would be large enough that the two of them would be 'fishing in different ponds' if you will. He hadn't prepared for this, hadn't prepared for Roland's first crush to take place at the tender age of four, a crush on a woman, not a girl.
The boy has been taking swim lessons for the past month, and it didn't take long for Robin to surmise that his son had taken a liking to the instructor. Roland talks about her for days after each lesson, affectionately says 'Regina this' and 'Regina that' until Robin can't help but feel he knows the woman better than he knows himself. It makes him laugh at first, grin proudly at his son, already chasing after the ladies. That is, until he sees her, until he lays eyes on 'Regina' in the flesh.
He nearly misses the lesson, almost calls John to take Roland to the pool again because he is running late at work, but then at the last minute things fall into place, and he is hurrying out the door just in time. They sit along the edge of the pool, father and son clad in matching swim trunks when she walks over, saunters to the side of the pool until she stands beside him, his eyes traveling up along muscular calves, smooth thighs, and fabric hugged curves until he meets those eyes, brown eyes so deep he feels like he is drowning, and he thinks how fitting for her to teach swimming.
She smiles at him, just a hint of a blush on her cheeks no doubt caused by his scrutiny. He clears his throat, stands abruptly and introduces himself, tells her he's heard a lot about her, and her smile grows even wider, even brighter before she looks toward Roland tenderly. She tells him the boy is a fast learner, smart and sweet, and the rustling sound of her voice has his heart beating faster, the way her lips move as she speaks has him wanting to touch them, to caress them.
It isn't until the lesson is finished, until Regina leaves him with a playful wink, tells him she hopes he'll be able to join them next time that Roland looks at him and asks, 'don't you think she's pretty?', and suddenly he realizes just how inconvenient this is, just how troublesome that he and Roland seem be enamored with the same woman. As they dry themselves and head for the locker room, he takes pride in the fact that at least his boy has good taste. Then when his eyes find her once more, beginning another lesson with a boy and girl Roland's age, he smirks, sends her a wink in return, and thinks no, they have great taste.
It takes six weeks; six weeks, and the threat of never seeing her again for Robin to finally man up and ask Regina for a date. It is the final day of swim lessons for Roland, the boy's graduation if you will, and Robin can feel his nerves firing, anxiety coursing through his veins.
He hasn't missed a single lesson since the first he'd attended, the first time he'd met her. They've had hours of conversation, laughing and flirting while Roland floated and kicked. She was always devoted to the boy, always tending to his son and the lessons before humoring Robin, before sending him flirtatious smiles and seductive glances.
Oh and how those seductive glances have worked, have seduced him, have had his mind drifting to her eyes, to her mouth, those lips, even when she is no where to be found. No wonder his boy talked of nothing else but Regina for weeks after his first lesson - no wonder.
He discussed it with Roland. The evening before the final lesson he asked, begged, pleaded with the boy to understand, to be agreeable to Robin taking Regina on a date. The boy frowned through dinner, pouted his way through bath, and finally voiced a demand just before bed.
"You can go on a date with Regina, Daddy." His little boy's voice whispered, music to his ears, and the smile that pulled at Robin's lips was wide and bright - until, "But only if I get to come too. Then she can pick who she likes better." Robin's eyes went wide at that, shocked, before he chuckled, tangled fingers through Roland's curls proudly and agreed.
They ask her together. At the last moment, just as she hands Roland his certificate and drops a kiss to his chubby little cheek, the boy, proud and emboldened asks her to get ice cream with him.
She looks taken aback at first, surprised, and her eyes find his, blue meeting brown, and he explains, tells her that both he and Roland would like to take her for a date. They hadn't discussed ice cream, but Roland apparently has already planned the perfect date in mind.
She smiles, looks from father to son momentarily speechless, and Robin fists his hand, nails digging into his skin to distract him from what he is now worried may be a rejection. She offers him relief with a wide grin and nod. They exchange numbers, something that deeply frustrates Roland, and the boy demands on the way home that Robin not get to talk to Regina without him, 'not until she picks' he declares.
Robin agrees again, placates his boy and the tender little heart that adores Regina. The two of them call her together, arrange the specifics, and it isn't a week later that they pick her up from a charming little apartment building.
They get ice cream. Roland clad in his little suit, impressing Regina with his knowledge of all things a four year old enjoys. She laughs with him, holds his hand, and Robin lets them have it, stands to the side while the two of them debate the best flavor of ice cream.
He enjoys the view, lets his gaze travel and map her curves. She is a beautiful woman, something he'd noticed immediately, and he has seen the bare flesh beneath this red dress, has seen her in nothing but a swimsuit, but something about the red against her skin, something about the tender way the fabric caresses her figure has his heart beating faster, his face flushing, and his mind drifting to what it would be like to peel the material from her flesh.
She catches him, raises an eyebrow and narrows her eyes when she turns his way, meets his heated gaze, and he swallows thickly, tries to ignore the way she teasingly licks at her ice cream, the way the cherry pieces match her lips as he pays for their cones.
He finds it amusing, oddly hilarious that he should be the one paying for this peculiar date when it is his son who gets the first hold of her hand, the first peck of her lips on his cheek. She wipes away the red smudge of her lipstick on Roland's face, and the dimpled smile her action elicits is matched on both father and son.
Roland eventually gets distracted on their evening walk through the park, runs a bit ahead to peer at the ducks swimming in the pond, and that gives Robin his first time alone with her, and he isn't sure what he's said, isn't sure what she deems so charming about him, but after a few minutes, it is his hand laced with hers. He doesn't get the kiss - not yet anyway.
At the end of the evening Roland asks for a decision, tells her he would like to know if she likes him or his Daddy. She grins, bites her lip, and Robin is about to save her, about to tell Roland she does not need to choose, that it is rude to ask such things of a lady, but she speaks first.
She asks Roland why she can't have them both, and the boy responds with a furrow of his brow, a silent question on his face. She tells him she likes him very much, loves spending time with him and that he has flawless taste when it comes to ice cream, but then she looks towards Robin, explains she likes his daddy in a different way, and that she'd hate to have to give either of them up.
Roland takes a minute, tilts his head, and Robin is certain his boy is about to sell him out. Perhaps he'll tell her about Robin's nasty habit of leaving dishes sitting, or the way he snores especially loudly when he is sick, but his son surprises him. Roland nods, his curls bouncing, and then he smiles and says 'sure' before taking Regina's hand in his and pulling her towards the car.
They see her every night that week, ask her over for dinner, meet up with her briefly at the park, and after ten weeks of swim lessons, two weeks of casual dates, Robin finally gets the chance to peel one of those curve-hugging dresses from her body. Roland is with John tonight, no doubt plowing through candy and pizza, watching movies into the wee hours of the night, but Robin won't complain, not when he has Regina stripped bare in front of him.
He takes his time warming her up, presses kisses to ever inch of exposed skin until she is practically purring for him. He licks at her, circles her clit with his tongue, dips fingers into her, and he can't help the groan that leaves his lips at the feel of her, wet and hot surrounding his digits.
That is when she stops him, when she pulls him up with a fistful of hair and nails digging at his shoulder. She whispers that she wants to come on his cock, and he has to force himself to last until he is inside of her, not to come at the sound of her voice, the words tumbling from her lips.
She straddles him, sinks down onto him, and the view he has, her breasts bouncing, one of her hands fondling a nipple while the other rubs circles where their bodies meet has him gripping her hips, dropping one hand between them to take over her actions.
She rides him until she is gasping, moaning, and then she is clenching around him, muscles tightening and releasing, his name frantically leaving her lips as her hips buck out of rhythm. She pushes his hand away, drops both of hers to his chest and leans her body forward, plants a sated kiss to his lips.
That's when he spins them, flips them, and he nearly falls out of her completely, but manages to balance himself, manages to keep the tip of his cock within her folds until she is comfortably on her back gazing up at him.
He moves fast after that. Lifts one of her legs and settles it in the crook of his elbow while he pivots his hips, thrusts in and out, faster and harder. He isn't sure how he has made it this long, but the pleasurable sounds leaving her mouth, spilling from her lips spurs him on, has him pounding into her.
He comes with a moan of her name, a whisper in her neck, and then he is dropping kiss after kiss there against her skin, along her collarbone. She is exquisite, sweaty and satisfied beneath him, and if he signs himself up for swim class, asks for private lessons the very next week, well. Who can fault him for wanting to see more of her?
