A/N: Special shout out to my DOQ ladies for encouraging me on this and looking it over :)
Regina swirls her straw lazily around the clear liquid in her glass, ice cubes clinking with the circular motion as she studies the man behind the bar. It's a nice little place he's got here, she thinks to herself. Nothing overly hip or modern, as her tastes tend to lean toward, but quaint, comfortable. There's a lively atmosphere with the constant stream of music and chatter mixing but not loud enough to be obnoxious. She watches him pour another drink and set it down in front of the pretty petite brunette standing at the bar with a charming smile. Those dimples are killer.
The thought takes her a bit by surprise. There is definitely an instant sort of attraction, in a purely physical way, that doesn't always happen while she's on a job. But if she's going to seduce him, at least he's a good looking mark. She's been hired by a man called Nottingham, a member of the Irish mafia (not that it's any of Regina's business what he does, as long as she gets paid at the end of the day). And apparently this Robin is in possession of a rather incriminating disk, something the mob leader is quite anxious to get back. All she has to do is get close enough to him to find and steal it.
Robin Locksley. Thirty-two. Single. Owner of The Major Oak. An upstanding citizen, from all appearances, but a man with an apparently checkered past of thievery. Interesting. Regina can't help but admit that she's intrigued by the disconnect between the man she's currently observing and the one Nottingham had described when he'd hired her. Which, she wonders, is the true Robin Locksley?
Not that it makes a bit of difference for what she has to do, but Regina can admit to herself she is rather looking forward to finding out the answer.
She's situated herself at a table in the back corner, somewhere she can observe everything without drawing too much attention to herself. Robin's coming around the end of the bar now though, making his rounds about the tables and checking up on everyone. There are a few other servers running about, but it's clear that he's in charge, that he cares enough to personally ensure his customers are happy. Regina eyes her nearly empty glass and swirls her straw around the ice a few more times.
When he walks over to her table, that dimpled smile plastered on his face, Regina feels her stomach jump. An unusual reaction, but she chooses to ignore the feeling.
"Can I get you a refill, milady?" he asks her, and oh god, the accent. She'd done her usual research going into this job, knows that he was originally born in England before moving to the states in his early twenties. Still, nothing could have prepared her for the way her body responds to the melodic lilt of his voice, how her blood quickens and she feels that familiar sharp tug of desire deep in her belly.
Letting on nothing, Regina returns his smile with one of her own and she sees the spark of interest come into Robin's gaze.
"That would be lovely, thank you," she responds, handing him her empty glass. "A vodka tonic." Regina looks up at him from under her lashes, placing her elbow on the table and resting her chin lightly on her curled fingers. "You have a charming place here."
Robin's smile widens, switches from one of interest to pride. "Thank you." he tells her. "It's nothing fancy but we like to think people have a good time while they're here."
Her eyes meet his and hold, a tingle running over Regina's skin that she tries to ignore. What is wrong with her? She's never had this sort of instant reaction to someone she's been hired to seduce before. In her line of work, it's vital that she separate all personal feelings from those required to perform her duties. "It's my first time here, but I am enjoying myself thoroughly so far." she assures him. "You're the owner then, I take it?"
"I am indeed," He confirms. "And glad to hear it. Let me get you that drink." Robin leaves her with a wink, turning to head back to the bar. Regina watches him go, can't help but feel amused with his departure. He makes her drink personally, murmurs something to the other man tending the bar that has the young bartender's gaze flickering over to where she sits before he grins and says something that causes Robin to chuckle and shake his head. Interesting…
He returns a minute later, setting her fresh vodka tonic in front of her.
"For you."
Regina thanks him before gesturing to the seat across from her, "Care to join me?" She watches him contemplate the offer for a few seconds, debating, but when his eyes roam appreciatively over her (quickly and discreetly, but checking her out just the same) he ultimately agrees.
"I would be delighted. Thank you."
She waits until he's sitting before she leans forward slightly, enough to give him a generous glimpse of her cleavage and that gleam in his eye is back, sends a little lick of satisfaction through her that he is clearly attracted to her, and holds out a hand to introduce herself.
"Regina Mills."
"Robin Locksley," he replies immediately, taking her hand and shaking it with another one of those grins. "Pleasure to meet you, milady."
It takes Regina two weeks of flirty text messages, spontaneous lunch dates and casually wandering into his bar before he invites her over to his apartment for dinner. Fourteen days of learning bits and pieces of who Robin Locksley is. Usually she never spends so much time on a job. Much prefers to get in and get out so to speak. Seducing the information she's after out of her targets and leaving before things have an opportunity to turn messy.
Robin is different though. She'd known it from the moment she'd met him in the bar. No. He's definitely not the type to have a causal tête-à-tête with a near stranger but the kind who likes to woo a lady. So that's exactly what Regina is letting him do, her own special kind of seduction if you will. And it's certainly not any great hardship on herself.
Smiling as Robin hands her a glass of pinot noir, her gaze locks with his for a long moment before her eyes flicker to the stove behind him, commenting, "Whatever you are fixing smells delicious."
"Oh it's nothing special," he replies with a grin. "Just some pasta. I do, however, have the secret family recipe for the most mouthwatering sauce you will ever taste." He turns his back on her to stir said sauce a few times and Regina admires the snug fit of his sweater over broad shoulders. Oh, how she is going to enjoy herself when she finally gets him naked.
Taking a sip from her glass Regina sets it on the counter before moving to stand just behind Robin. "Secret recipe, huh?" She whispers in his ear, delighted with the shiver that rushes down his spine at her warm breath ghosting over his skin.
He turns his head to glance at her and the desire is plain in his gaze but Robin merely smiles mysteriously at her and hums his agreement. "Indeed. Care to try some?"
Regina nods, delights when he dips the wooden spoon back in the pot and then twists halfway around so he is facing her. Their bodies are just barely brushing but it is enough to have little sparks of pleasure skittering over her skin, to cause her breath to catch in her throat for a moment before Robin lifts the utensil to her mouth. Pursing her lips Regina flicks her tongue out to sample what he offers, her eyes never leaving Robin's as he watches her hungrily. As an array of flavors burst on her tastebuds Regina can't help the moan that escapes from deep in her throat.
"Robin, that is delicious!"
Chuckling he turns back to the task at hand. "Why thank you, milady. Though I am rather wounded by your tone of surprise. Were you expecting some horribly dreadful concoction you'd be forced to endure when you accepted my dinner invitation?"
Her laughter bubbles up as Regina tells him no, but his skill is an unexpected surprise, before stepping back to pick up her glass from where she'd left it and turning to lean against the counter. "So, when do we eat?" She asks, taking a sip of her wine. Robin gives the pot one more stir before picking up his own wine glass and walking over to her.
"It's nearly ready. Just a few more minutes. Another ten or so before the bread is finished."
"Whatever will we do with ourselves until then?" Regina asks with a smirk, bringing her hand up so her fingers can run teasingly over his chest, and Robin grins back before leaning down and capturing her lips with his.
It's not the first time they've kissed. There have been several smooches after their lunch dates, even some stolen kisses in the darkened hallway of the The Major Oak. But nothing quite this intimate. Robin's lips mold around hers, his tongue lightly teasing along them, as his fingers slip through her hair. Their mouths meeting and parting repeatedly yet languidly as their breath mixes between them. The desire that whips through Regina is sharp and acute, has her pressing her torso closer to his in an effort to feel more of this unusual pull between them.
Eventually the oven timer dings and it is Robin who pulls away, widening the space between them a fraction so he can look down at her face and Regina opens her eyes, dreamy expression on her face that has him smiling in satisfaction. "Well that was a lovely appetizer to our meal." He teases, sliding the pad of his index finger lightly down the side of her face, sweeping over to run it along her lower lip, and then moving to finish preparing their dinner.
Regina smiles but there is a pang of longing, an ache for more of him, that she is not used to. And worse of all it feels deeply personal. Her desire for him has nothing to do with the fact that she's been hired to sleep with him, to worm information out of him by whatever means necessary. It's a dangerous feeling. One she most certainly can not afford to give into. With any luck, she'll be able to find the disk Nottingham wants tonight, and she will never have to see Robin Locksley again. Why the thought should make her heart hurt so acutely she'll never know.
Robin places the last of the plates on the table and turns back to Regina, frowning at the haunted expression on her face. "What's wrong?"
Quickly, Regina shutters her expression, clamping down on her emotions and slipping her mask back in place. She smiles seductively and saunters over to where he is standing, swaying her hips just a tad more than necessary, and leaning into him. "Nothing's wrong," she tells him, "perhaps I'm just more interested in dessert than the actual meal." Regina punctuates her words with a kiss to Robin's neck along his jawline, grinning when she feels his Adam's apple bob.
His palms grip her hips, fingers digging into her skin lightly as he groans. Robin turns his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent and peppering kisses along her neck and collarbone. "Tempting as that sounds, I think we might need our strength for that. Best not skip out on sustenance."
Regina laughs in amusement and pulls away grinning. God, she likes him. He's quick and funny and witty. And he makes her laugh. Something she hasn't really done much of in recent years. If only she didn't have to deceive him.
"Such a wise man." She responds, taking her seat across from him as Robin continues to smile at her like an idiot.
Their dinner conversation is easy and natural, having discovered they have quite a few things in common in the last couple weeks. And from the moment she'd first spoken to him it had always been easy. They both love classic literature and old black and white films when the stories and the actors were simply better. Jazz music plays softly in the background. Another similar interest they've found they share. There is an underlying tension throughout the meal, however. A result of their earlier flirting. They both know the other is thinking about how quickly they can rid each other of their clothing as soon as they are finished.
Robin stands to clear their plates, dumping them in the sink before he begins to rinse them. Taking another sip from her wine Regina watches him, amused by the domestic task. She waits until he's finished, until he's drying his hands on the dishtowel and turning back to face her before she saunters over to stand in front of him and press herself up against his body.
She gives him a hooded look beneath her lashes and bites her bottom lip. Looping her arms around his neck Regina leans in and whispers, "Take me to bed, Robin."
That's all it takes to have Robin's arms banding around her waist, pulling her flush against him and devouring her mouth. Regina moans, arches into him, as she hungrily returns his kisses. It feels like the spark they've been toying with all evening has been ignited, rapidly burning until everything is up in flames and Regina and Robin are caught up in the fire.
One hand slides up to grip her hair, cupping the back of her head and holding her to him, while the other slides downward to palm at her ass through the skin tight dress she wears. Robin groans into her mouth, breaking the kiss for a moment to murmur, "You are sin itself, Regina Mills." Before he takes her lips in another heated kiss.
Her own hands are exploring as well, running along his shoulder blades and up and down his biceps before one settles to curl her fingers into his sweater, the other grasping the hair at the base of his neck. God, she could eat him alive.
Letting out a yelp of surprise when Robin grips beneath her thighs, lifting her up, Regina wraps her legs around his hips instinctively and sets her lips to his neck as he carries her into the bedroom. His erection is pressed directly against her sex, the hard length of it rubbing temptingly against the lacey panties she wears. She can not wait to have him inside her. An actual chuckle escapes when Robin's knees hit the edge of the mattress and the two of them topple down together in a heap of limbs.
"Sorry, milady." he murmurs when his elbow lands uncomfortably in her side for both of them. Robin's palm slides down her curves gently and she closes her eyes, enjoying the feel of him touching her. Her skin is tingling, blood pounding through her ears. Regina honestly can't even remember the last time she was this turned on so early into love making. Even with all of the foreplay earlier in the evening. It's clouding her judgement, turning her normally sharp brain to mush, making her reckless. Because she knows once will never be enough for them. This suffocating passion cannot be quenched and she's quite sure she'll pay for it later. But this is her job, the business she's chosen to participate in and there's no turning back.
For now, she tells him, "It's fine," looping her arms around his neck again. "Just kiss me." Robin grins and swoops down to take her mouth again, obviously happy to oblige, and Regina groans. His lips are warm and soft and she could drown in them. Sliding her leg up, knee pressed against Robin's side as she runs her toe along his calf, she rocks against the thigh situated between her legs. Her body craving friction, whatever she can get. Regina is ridiculously wet already, knows Robin could slip into her with zero resistance and the thought only has the evidence of her desire increasing.
Robin's mouth latches onto her neck, sucking fiercely at her thudding pulse. It will likely leave a mark, something she shouldn't allow him to do, but it feels so good. Too good for Regina to do anything but revel. Then he's pulling down the strap of her dress as far as it will go, enough, as luck would have it, that he is able to bear one breast to his attentions. Immediately, his mouth finds her stiff nipple, sucking it sharply and firmly into his mouth. His tongue flicks over the sensitive flesh and Regina's moan is long and needy as she grips his hair again. Anything to keep him right where he is.
It occurs to her briefly, a stray thought through the haze that is her mind at the moment, that she is suppose to be the one seducing him, not the other way around. She should probably be giving him some attention as well versus lying here and reveling in him ravishing her, as tempting as the idea may be.
Sliding her hand down between their bodies, nails scraping lightly over his chest, Regina slips the button of his jeans loose, sliding his zipper down enough that she can slip her hand inside his pants to wrap her hand around his cock. She grips him firmly, giving him a few solid strokes that cause Robin to groan against her breast and buck his hips into her hand.
They are wearing entirely too many clothes, Regina thinks absently. Releasing him with determination, she smirks as he pulls his mouth away from her breast and frowns down at her in confusion. Her hands grip the hem of his sweater and lift, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His toned chest revealed to her appreciative gaze, Regina grins and slides her hands over his pecs, down his belly before lifting her head to place light kisses over his skin.
Robin's fingers are in her hair, something she's noticed he's fond of doing, running them through her dark locks whenever he can. She smiles and turns her face into his palm as it cups her cheek. Hooking her leg more firmly around his hip and then arching up, Regina uses the momentum to roll them over the bed so she ends up straddling him.
Much better, she thinks, and grins down at him wickedly, grinds her hips against his. Robin's palms slide up her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress higher. And why is she even still wearing it at this point? So she leans down, flicks her tongue against Robin's ear lobe and orders, "Take it off." Eager to oblige her, Robin turns his face into her neck, kisses the soft skin there and nods. Gripping the material more firmly he pulls it up over her ass, then higher to reveal her torso and a tantalizing amount of golden skin before it's up and over her head, tossed carelessly to the floor.
In anticipation of this very moment, Regina had decided to forgo a bra this evening and she's not disappointed by Robin's reaction to her naked chest. He groans and his hands immediately cup her breasts, squeezing gently but firmly and his thumbs rub over her tight nipples. Jolts of pleasure ricochet through her body directly to her core and she moans.
"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" he asks her, his gaze hot and thrilling. Lifting his head, Robin presses light, teasing kisses along her skin, "Gorgeous," over the swells of her breast, "incredible," in the v between them, "a marvel," sucking on her nipple once more. From anyone else it would sound like a line, but Regina knows when it comes to Robin every word is sincere. And with him she feels it, feels just as beautiful as he sees her. It's a seductive experience to be sure.
But she'd meant to show him attention with their shift in position and as pleasurable as Robin's mouth on her is Regina wants to torture him. She places her hands on his shoulders, pushes him back so he is lying on the bed again. "I want to taste you," she tells him, a hint of naughtiness in her tone when he looks at her in confusion and as comprehension dawns he groans again, nods his head and swallows visibly.
Regina runs her fingertips along his chest slowly, enjoying the feel of the coarse hair and the contours of his muscles. "You're rather attractive yourself, sir." she compliments with a smirk before she's sliding down his body. Hooking her fingers around the waistband of his jeans, she pulls them off his hips and legs. His boxer briefs are quickly discarded as well and then he's naked before her, his erection jutting out. Regina smiles and slides her index finger up and down the length of him. He's thicker than she had anticipated and as she wraps her hand around him she can't help thinking how amazing it is going to feel when she finally has him inside her.
Already, Robin's breathing is labored and she's barely begun. It sends a thrill of satisfaction down her spine, doubles her determination to make him beg.
Lowering her head, Regina runs the tip of her tongue lightly up his shaft, flicks her tongue over the bead of pearly liquid leaking from the tip of him before licking him again. She does it several more times as Robin slips his fingers through her hair again, holding her lightly to him but not demanding. It makes her smile, that he's still being considerate of her even while she's doing this to him.
And then she's wrapping her lips around him fully, sliding down the length of him and sucking him firmly. Her head bobs up and down as he fills her mouth, Robin's hips jerking when she hollows her cheeks to increase the pressure with which she is sucking him. He tastes warm (and just a bit salty), something distinctly male that arouses her further. Particularly as she listens to the sounds he's making. Grunts and groans that have her even slicker between her thighs than before.
"Oh god...Regina…" Robin's voice breaks through her concentration and Regina grins around his cock. Gives him another hard suck before lifting her head to meet his gaze. She's stroking up and down his length lazily, palm sliding easily now that it is slick with her spit, and Robin's beautiful blue orbs have gone a deep sapphire watching her.
"Hmmmm?" She hums innocently.
Robin shakes his head at her, "Minx," he says simply and grabs her other hand to pull her up to meet him in a kiss. His tongue seeks out her own, pressing firmly as he explores her mouth and Regina groans and places her hand at the base of his neck, holding him to her for a few seconds longer. Breaking the kiss, Robin's voice is deep and raspy when he mutters, "I want to be inside you."
Oh lord, she wants that too. Wants it so, so badly. Nodding her head eagerly in agreement Regina tosses her leg over Robin's hip, straddling him once more. She rocks her hips against him, coating him with her wetness as Robin's hands find purchase on her hips.
But he stills her a moment, just as she's about to sink down onto him and questions, "Condom?"
Shit.
She'd nearly forgotten. Actually had forgotten completely. Hadn't once thought about the very important need for protection in her haste to have this man fill her. What the hell is the matter with her? It's not like her. Not a step she can afford to forget in her line of work.
Yet a bit of foreplay and a blowjob with this man has her ready and willing to toss every bit of sense she possesses out the window. Has her achy and needy and she can't think clearly. Her glands ruling her mind and body. Regina nods her head, shifting down and onto her hip a bit as Robin rolls over onto his side to reach into the draw of his nightstand. Flourishing the tiny square of foil between his index and middle finger he grins at her and flips back. Ripping open the packet and covering himself before they're back to their previous positions.
But Regina's a bit too inside her head now, thrown by her own carelessness and she's distracted. She's still throbbing. Still wet. Still aches to feel him but her mind's distracted and Robin can tell.
So his hand slips down between their bodies, giving her clit a few cursory rubs as he lifts his head to capture her mouth with his. Reassuring her with lips and tongue. It works. Has all those stray thoughts and worries floating right back out of her jumbled brain and all Regina can focus on is how amazing it all feels.
Regina nips Robin's bottom lip, dragging it between her teeth and he groans, rocks his hips up against her as his hands glide over her body. Up her thighs, along the curve of her hip, climbing up her torso to squeeze her breasts as she kisses him again. And again and again. Over and over their lips meet. It's like a drug. The taste of Robin is quite addictive it would seem and Regina knows she's in trouble because she's already hooked.
She wants more. All of him. So she reaches down between them, wraps her hand around his cock and strokes it once from base to tip and back before positioning him at her entrance. Slowly, she sinks down, takes him inch by inch inside of her until he fills her, stretching muscles to accommodate his size.
"Fuck," He gasps, "You feel incredible."
It makes her grin, meeting that steady blue gaze and seeing the proof of what he says reflected back at her. Regina leans down, her lips mere centimeters from his when she whispers, "So do you. I want you so much, Robin." It's what she's supposed to say. But as the words pass her lips Regina realizes it's the absolute truth. She's wanted this since that first moment she saw him in his bar and her desire hasn't abated in the slightest no matter how many ways she tries to reason it away. This moment isn't about anyone but the two of them anymore. Nottingham, the disk, her job. None of it matters as Robin starts thrusting in and out of her.
She's no longer thinking about the fact that she's doing this to steal from him, that this is a necessary task in order to accomplish the job she's been hired to do. All she can consider doing is listening to the demand of their bodies, of the passion that rises up when they touch each other. The rest will have to wait.
They begin moving in earnest, hips rutting against each other while they seek out that delicious friction that comes from him sliding in and out of her. His strokes start off slowly at first, have Regina closing her eyes and tipping her head back on a deep moan. Her hands are resting on Robin's chest, using the leverage to lift her hips as he slides almost all the way out, so just the tip of him is inside her before thrusting back in as she lowers herself back down.
Robin's playing with her nipple again, tweaking it between his fingers and Regina's body is on fire. Pleasure swamps her, sensations mixing and merging together until everything falls away except for where he is touching her. His hands on her breast, his mouth suckling kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, other hand slipping to the place where their bodies are joined together. Nothing else exists.
She leans down, tucks her face into the crook of Robin's neck and inhales his scent. He smells like evergreen and sweat, reminds her of the forest and it's both arousing and comforting. Peppering light, distracted kisses to his skin, her fingers shift up to grip his hair, damp with sweat, as his arms wrap snugly around her back, sliding up and down her spine so they are completely intertwined.
It feels marvelous. He feels amazing. And Regina never wants this to end. But she's close. Feels herself teetering on the edge of release as Robin moves within her. Her clit grinding against him in this position in a way that has her moaning and gasping each time he slides against her. Her teeth sink into his skin, she can't help it. Needs something to ground herself as she leaps into the height of her pleasure and Robin's answering groan turns her on more.
"God - yes - oh, Robin, please." She pleads. Babbles incoherently as he fucks her. She's almost there. Her climax nearly within her grasp.
Together they climb higher and higher toward that peak, that cliff of pleasure as they race to topple over the edge. Her hips rut against his frantically, skin slapping together as he pumps into her and Regina's rise and fall to meet his. They are both so close. And she wants to come with him, wants to reach that high together.
"Robin, I'm so -"
His hips buck faster, jarring her but she's so close she relishes it. "Come for me, baby." He whispers the words hotly in her ear and the sound of his voice, that sexy British accent, and his cock inside her are enough to have her coming. Moaning loudly as her muscles spasm around him, grip him tightly and Robin is groaning, she feels it rumble in his throat before he jerks his hips into her once, twice, three times more and then he's following her over that edge.
Regina collapses against his body. Both their breathing quick and shallow as they attempt to catch their breath after that race to the finish. She needs water, Regina thinks absently, something to quench her dry throat. But it's something that can wait as Robin tightens his arms around her and snuggles his nose into her hair.
"Wow," he exclaims, voice breathless, "That was…" Regina grins smugly, inordinately proud of robbing him of articulate thought.
She presses a kiss to his chest before resting her chin on it to look up at him. "Yes. It was. You're pretty skilled at that, Locksley." And Robin's laugh is music to her ears, makes Regina's heart swell a little as she tightens the arms draped around his chest. Wants to claim it as her own. Who knew such a simple sound could elicit that type of possessive reaction from her? Certainly not Regina.
"Well you're pretty damn good yourself, milady. I almost regret waiting this long to get you naked."
It makes her chuckle and she turns her cheek to rest on his chest again. The steady drumming of Robin's heartbeat beneath her ear. "Well you'll know better next time." It doesn't occur to Regina that this was meant to be the only time. That she's supposed to be distracting him with sex so she can find an opportunity to search his apartment for that disk.
Instead, she closes her eyes and enjoys the feeling of closeness that comes in those immediate moments after sex. They shift, Robin pulling off the condom, tying and tossing it into the tiny bin besides his nightstand so he can tuck himself behind her. Her back to his chest and Regina's brain is pleasantly dulled. She finds herself beginning to drift off. Then suddenly realizes the intimacy of lying here, snuggled up with him ready to fall into sleep, when she can't afford to let her emotions become any more involved and she experiences a quick lash of panic. She needs to get up, extricate herself from his hold and get dressed. Immediately.
"I should go." she murmurs, much too content to be wrapped in the hazy afterglow of lovemaking and Robin's arms. It's entirely too comfortable. Natural. She needs to get out. Now. Before she does something stupid she'll surely regret.
His palm rests on her stomach, fingers splayed over her skin and he uses it to pull her body more tightly against his. Skin still slick and pressed together as he spoons her and lightly cups her breast. "Stay." There's an energy that buzzes between them, makes her nerve endings tingle. And it's so seductive. This pull between them.
But it's too intimate. The whole moment, the entire evening actually and Regina hadn't been at all prepared for what Robin would be able to drag from her when she'd knocked on his door earlier. Feeling overwhelms her. And she's not weak. Will not allow herself to be weak but Robin's breath is warm on her neck as his breathing deepens, pulled toward the oblivion of sleep behind her, and her will falters.
Her heart tells her one thing and her head says another. The wise decision would be to listen to the logical reasons it's an absolutely horrible idea to spend an entire night with him but eventually Regina gives into the shouting of her heart and relents.
"Alright. Just for tonight."