Author's Note: Prompt for Day 2 of OQ Smut Week and my girl Lindsay. Better late than never I guess, right? (P.S. Let's just pretend the Marilena stuff never happened, huh?)
She's running late and she's fairly certain there is no way now that she will make it on time. Nevermind that she shouldn't even be getting ready for anything, but upon Robin's good-natured wishes, she's agreed to go to this stupid party. It's for one of the munchkins'—dwarves', she must remind herself, dwarves'—birthday. The whole town is getting together at Granny's to celebrate, and even though Regina and Robin have no connection to the fun-sized versions of human beings, who whistle all the time and mine all day with nothing to show for it, Robin has gone and agreed to their invitation.
It wasn't even a real invitation, it was a formality, a chance to say that they (of course) invited the mayor but she respectfully declined because she had other… "mayoral" things to do. It's a system they've had for over 28 years and Robin went and screwed that up. She knows she shouldn't be upset with him, though. He's still very new to Storybrooke and he doesn't know everything that's been in place before his arrival.
And that's why she's getting ready. For Robin. And only for Robin.
As she scours through her things looking for her lipstick Regina catches herself in the mirror and grins halfheartedly, and then again, and again once more until she's mastered a proper and polite enough smile that will get her through the night, or at least she hopes it will. Maybe if she just smiles a lot, no one will bother to actually get her to talk. Or it could have the opposite effect and everyone will suddenly think she's more receptive to having a conversation.
"Trying to see if something's caught in your teeth, love? Because I think four times is enough," she hears behind her and a smile begins to form on her lips.
Robin's face appears in the mirror only milliseconds later, with a lopsided grin and twinkling eyes. She loves that look. Truthfully, it's one of the only things that makes her feel completely peaceful because there is an innocence and joyful calm that comes with that look that makes her want to do the same thing, a feeling she hasn't had since before Daniel died. Well, that's not entirely true—there were also moments with Henry, too, especially when he was a baby.
Regina's eyes meet with Robin's in the mirror. "I'm actually practicing to see which of my smiles is most likely to convince you not to make us go to this stupid thing."
Robin walks a little closer to her and circles his arms around her waist. His chin rests on her shoulder, while his eyes remain locked on hers in the mirror. "Regina," he says in a warning tone, "we've talked about this."
She sighs, "I know, I know."
"We can't hide in the shadows forever, m'love. Everyone in this town should get to be as lucky as I am to know you so well," he murmurs before pressing a chaste kiss to her shoulder.
"Should I start sleeping with everyone else, then too?" she inquires with a smirk and an eyebrow raise.
Robin grimaces, then shifts to his own smirk. "If that's what you think will win them over, then by all means."
Regina thrusts her arm back to elbow him in the ribs. He answers with an oof! and a strained laugh.
"You look gorgeous, by the way. M'not sure how they keep their hands off of you, already," he places another kiss at the base of her neck, then another just hair above that until he begins to create a trail.
Regina leans into the kisses. "Because they'd lose a hand if they tried. You should know that after the Enchanted Forest."
His kisses take pause for him to answer. "Yes, I do recall a few times that my hands betrayed my goodwill."
She scoffs. "'Goodwill,' sure okay."
"My intentions were mostly pure back then, m'lady. On my honor. Now, however," he drawls as he descends again to her neck and nips at it, "my intentions are not so good and pure."
Regina fights with her smile in the mirror, watching as Robin continues his parade of nicks and kisses on her neck. "We don't have time," she warns him.
But his fingers have managed to skitter their way to her back and up her zipper until she can feel her back being exposed to the cold air in the bathroom. She shivers slightly, whether that be to the action or his low, guttural whisper of, "We can make time," she'll never know, but her body responds and she doesn't want to fight it.
She turns to face him, "I've spent the last 45 minutes getting ready and you want me to ruin that?"
"I'll help you get ready a second time."
"We have to be there in less than a half hour!"
"So," he shrugs, "we'll be a little late."
"We don't have time for all of it even if we're late."
"There are other ways to take care of this." He wiggles his eyebrows at her in the mirror.
She knows he means oral sex but that would take twice as long and she tells him so.
"There is a way to do it at the same time, you know," he reminds her.
She doesn't mean to let her eyes grow wider but she watches them do so in the mirror anyway.
"What?" he asks concernedly.
How can she tell him that she's never done that before? She almost did once with Graham but they only did it for a brief few minutes before they were uncomfortable and she just ended up finishing and then finished off Graham.
"It's nothing," she tells him, shaking her head violently.
He tips his head sideways. "No, Regina what is it?"
She looks down at her feet. "It's nothing. It-It's just that I-I've never, you know, done… that before."
His eyebrows rise to his hairline. "Really?" he sighs out incredulously.
"Robin, don't," she whines, wriggling out of his touch.
But he grips onto her tighter and waits for her to stop fighting before his hands trail up to her shoulders and ease the dress off. Her eyes search for his again in the mirror and she finds him scanning over her, while she stands there in her matching purple lace bra and underwear.
"When will I stop being in awe of your beauty?" he breathes out.
She doesn't answer and she doesn't really have time to as Robin circles around her, grabs either side of her face tenderly and then goes in for a kiss. It's soft at first, as they often are, but it doesn't take much to heat it up. Her lips warm to the touch of his. She takes a deep breath and reciprocates, kissing and kissing him. Tongues tangle and lips sloppily meet each other. (Thank god, she hadn't found that lipstick yet).
"Robin," she moans into his lips.
Instead of answering, he gives her another long, suckling kiss. Then he parts from her, entangles his fingers with hers and pulls on her arm.
"Come with me," he beckons seductively.
She realizes she's wet. Not very much so but wet enough to know what her body really craves right now. And that is a hunger she has to satiate as soon as she can. Robin appears as though he isn't fairing any differently once he turns back to her. Perhaps, her dream of avoiding the party may actually come true.
He leads her to the edge of the bed, where he rips off his shirt and scarf. That's supposed to be her job, but she supposes he still plans to make this party. Meanwhile, she's going to try her damned hardest to make sure that doesn't happen.
Robin flops onto the bed then looks up at her. He smiles and her knees feel a little wobbly. "Come sit on my face, Regina."
She nearly chokes on air. "What?"
"Come. Sit. On. My. Face."
If Regina was the blushing type, she knows her face would be beet red at this point. But that doesn't stop her from obliging. First, though, she reaches around to her back and unclasps her bra and removes it from her chest agonizingly slow. And Robin groans as she goes.
She has him right where she wants him.
But as she climbs onto the bed, she remembers Robin is still in the power position because he knows what he's doing. Never in her life did she think that sex wise Robin would have more knowledge about anything but apparently the Enchanted Forest had its own version of kama sutra. Suddenly, she feels terribly nervous and she almost crawls back off of the bed.
"I don't know that this is a good idea," she says quietly, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"Regina," he says softly, "you are in the hands of a great teacher, I promise."
That doesn't make her feel any better because it makes him sound more experienced, but she climbs closer to him, anyway, in hopes that he's right.
He grabs at her thigh and pulls her legs apart. "Those need to go, too," he references her underwear.
She looks downward and then goes to uncomfortably pull them off.
"You are so stunning," he informs her once she's completely naked in front of him. He raises his arm then up to her thigh and skims the smooth skin there before trailing over to her sex and dipping in a finger, sending her head backward with a soft exhale. She can hear the smirk in his voice as he follows up with, "And so wet."
He retracts his finger and then gropes at her thigh again. "Swing this leg over and let me take care of that."
She swallows hard, and then does as he says. Her left leg sails over his face and lands on the other side of his head. Her body situates until she's hovering over his mouth.
"You know what to do next?" he asks from beneath her.
Her eyes move to his lower half and she feels another wave of embarrassment wash over her. She knows her face has to redden a little bit, as she understands what she needs to do.
Robin must know she does, too, because he speaks again, "Trust me."
Regina bites on the corner of her lips before getting down on all fours. She hesitates after she places her palms on each side of her lower torso. Honestly, she feels ridiculous but she can hear by the pace of Robin's breathing and the lure in his voice that he wants to do this. Worst-case scenario, she doesn't like it and they never do it again. Best, she gets off and that's pretty much all that matters.
She can do this.
Regina crawls downward until she's nearly laying flat but her ass stays in the air just a little so that Robin can still reach her. His arm closes on her thigh and pulls her his way just a little, but she pulls back.
"Hold on," she tells him, crawling further downward to reach his trousers better. "These need to come off, too."
Her lower half rests on his chest as she unzips his pants and she hears him groan aloud. "Christ, you're so wet. Can't wait to have my tongue inside you, lovely."
She doesn't say anything and concentrates on getting his trousers off. She gets them down to his calves, where his feet take over and scrape them off. Then she's left with his underwear. He's noticeably hard against them and it eases Regina's tension a little knowing he's not nitpicking enough to make him soft.
She doesn't bother pushing the boxers down, and instead just reaches inside. Her fingers enclose on his cock and he groans again. She gives it a dry pump before pulling it out.
Finally, she pushes the boxers down and he finishes them off like he did his pants.
"Alright," he says gutturally, "now, come here." His arm loops around her thighs again and pulls her back toward him.
He wastes no time and immediately meets his tongue to her sex, starting with a lingering attention to her clit and lapping upward. She doesn't fight the loud moan that follows and he encourages it by licking again and again.
Her hips buck gently to him without thinking. She's so distracted with what his tongue is doing to her that she nearly neglects him.
But then she gets her bearings and situates her mouth next to his cock. She grabs him by the base to hold him steady and then darts her tongue out to swirl across the tip of him.
His cries plead for her to continue.
Then, her mouth closes around his cock and takes him deeper slowly and measuredly. (She hasn't forgotten her goal of avoiding the party).
"Fuck, Regina!" he yells against her skin, as she feels the first bits of precum dribble out. He won't last very long. Damn it.
She reaches down to the base of him and laves her tongue up his shaft.
"God, I love that mouth of yours," he growls.
She nearly smirks but it succumbs to an O shape as he returns the favor by sucking hard on her clit. Her nails dig into his thighs and she has to stop herself from biting him. Her hips grind hard against him as he repeats the action.
His tongue begins to flick lightly against her clit, something he does when he wants to rile her up but not send her over the edge. She does the same for him, bobbing her head up and down but not sucking hard enough to send him to climax.
His grip tightens on her thighs as he works hard against her, jerking her clit back and forth. She's so unbelievably turned on right now and she might actually believe that this is one of Robin's finer ideas.
His tongue dips at her entrance and she almost voices that she wants him inside of her but his tongue trails back up to her clit and presses hard into it, giving her that electric feeling that tells her she's getting closer.
She tries to focus on him but it's hard. His tongue feels so good inside her. Her plan isn't going to work, she realizes as she's already headed to a climax.
She takes him again all the way to the base and sucks hard coming back up. If she's going down, he's coming with her.
She's grinding against him now. Her pace quickens against him and he keeps up with her in time.
"Robin," she moans softly against him.
"You taste amazing," he whispers back.
She wants to tell him that she can't concentrate on how good she feels and getting him off at the same time. She needs to finish.
"I-I can-UNH!" she cries out as his tongue rolls her clit around between his lips.
Looks like she'll go first.
She can physically see his cock twitch, so maybe not. She takes him in her mouth again and attempts to divide her attention so that they can finish nearly together. But every muscle in her is giving way to her orgasm and her thoughts are quick to follow them. Her thighs quake and her body begins to move in the steady rhythm that will carry her to release. Her mind thinks only of his tongue and its warm caress on her clit.
Moans continuously slip from her lips as she gets nearer and nearer. Then he does it. That thing she always loves with his mouth. He takes her clit in between his lips and sucks, while his tongue lathers against it. She writhes in response, she has no choice. And he doesn't relent but just sucks harder until she is overcome with the pleasure.
She abandons him and Robin doesn't seem to care but only pushes her further.
He only pulls away for a brief second to coax her. "Come for me Regina, come, beautiful, come."
Then he resumes position until she's lost all control of her body.
"Harder," she begs and he obliges.
She feels that pop of electricity again but it surges longer this time and then it's there, the sweet flood of release.
"Robin," she croaks as she comes hard on his tongue.
They both cry out together as she reaches her orgasm and he feels the piercing sting of her finger nails digging even deeper into his skin.
But he doesn't yield, he continues to suck until she's ridden out her orgasm. He holds tight onto her thighs as she wriggles and moans and then comes to a stop, exhaling in relief.
She feels open and despite her sweat slicked skin and tangled hair, she feels free. As she comes down from her high, she still relishes in the sensation of jellied limbs and electrified skin.
Robin is breathing almost as heavily as she is. "Told you, that you were in great hands."
She her face to him and smirks, "I haven't finished with you, yet."
He doesn't even get a chance to reply before she's taken his cock back in her mouth and is sucking hard and fast. He moans and pants just as he had her doing only moments before. Her tongues swivels around and her lips are fast and tough.
She can feel his hand at the back of her head, pushing her gently, which is a usually a sign that he's getting close. Her hand swoops around to grab his balls and squeeze them tenderly. His cock twitches again. She goes even faster, letting his hand carefully catapult her.
Soon, he's the one writhing and hollering out in pleasure.
He's yelling a mix of her name and several curses as his cock twitches one last time. She lifts her mouth away and replaces it with her hand, pumping him until his cum spills outward onto her fist and down his cock. Some of it falls onto her silk sheets and she curses to herself quietly.
Once Robin calms, he speaks in dry words. "You are amazing. Seems you are a quick learner m'lady."
She turns her body around and crawls up his. "I had a great teacher, what can I say?" she murmurs softly.
He leans up and kisses her once their faces are level again. She deepens the kiss and their tongues slather together. Their sweaty bodies become one as they linger in their blissful bubble for just awhile longer.
When they part, Robin hugs her tight to his chest and Regina feels the air of sex evaporate as emotion takes over.
"I'm really happy we're here," he mutters quietly, almost as if it were a secret.
It's a simple phrase, but she knows there's a lot more meaning behind it. Good days like this are scant in Storybrooke and the longer they can relish in it, the better.
"Me too," she returns the sentiment.
She can feel Robin's head turn to the right, which means he's looking at her alarm clock.
Her head tips upward to press a kiss to his cheek.
"I suppose we should probably get ready… again, huh?" she asks, kissing him again.
"We don't have to go if you don't want to."
But she can hear the hesitation in his voice this time. He doesn't want to leave. She doesn't either, not really, but they do need to go to this party. She hasn't seen Henry in two days because he's been with Emma. She misses him. And she's sure Robin misses Roland, who's been at the Merry Men camp all day today.
So, she gets up from the bed—slowly, but nevertheless gets up, she retrieves her bra from the floor and begins to fasten it back onto her body.
She smiles down at Robin, who's pouting just slightly, giving her a little bit of satisfaction, but she understands how he feels.
Her hand extends outward to him to help him up, but mostly to instruct him that he needs to get up.
"Help me find my lipstick?"