The Soggy Siren was a smoke filled hole-in-the-wall if she had ever seen one. The walls were all dark wood panels that almost matched the creaky wood floors perfectly. The overhead lights were dim, casting the near empty pub in a soft orange light. There were booths with red pleather seats that faced slanted table tops and she thought for a moment that she could slide into the one farthest to the back and just disappear with no one ever being the wiser. Instead of that though, despite how tempting it was, Regina made her way to the bar counter and placed her bottom on one of the backless stools.
Now seated, she took a moment to once again look over just where she had decided to spend most of her night and, if she was feeling particularly miserable, the very wee hours of the coming morning drowning in a few glasses of cheap wine.
The establishment was small, which she suspected had something to do with trying to create an air of intimacy. There were large pictures and small pictures alike scattered along the walls. Most of them photos with scribbled autographs by long dead famous figures that she was sure had never actually frequented The Soggy Siren a day in their lives. Bowls of peanuts and pork skins littered the long bar counter in front of her. She had eaten earlier so they didn't interest her much. And last, though not least, were the four other patrons spread out in nearly every small corner of the place.
There was a woman with a bright red wig and smeared lipstick who looked like she had been crying for all the years she had been alive, which was sad seeing as she could only have been in her early to mid-twenties. Across from her was an older man smoking a cigar while looking every so often at his watch and then to the young woman. His crooked smile rubbed Regina completely the wrong way so she turned from him just as soon as she had looked over at him. Closest to the door sat another older man, who was probably somewhere in his early fifties. His head was down which effectively hid his face from her roving eyes. He looked to be sleeping. And then there was the handsome man sitting right beside her. She hadn't noticed him before but he looked very very different from the other three patrons.
The first thing she took note of was his height. He had to be well into six feet with how long his legs seemed. And he was handsome, ruggedly so. He seemed like the type of man who spent time in the mountains foraging for food and chopping down trees. His hair was a sandy blond and he had a bit of scruff on his chin. She only hoped that the rest of him was as handsome as his side profile than.
"I'm Robin," he murmured softly without turning to look at her. Regina turned her head and pressed the backs of her hands against her inflamed cheeks, he had caught her oogling him. How embarrassing. He was probably like her, trying to drown away his thoughts in a glass of fire water and here she was disturbing him with her staring.
Hadn't she come here to get away from prying eyes? And now, it seemed, that she was doing just the thing she'd been trying to avoid.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you. I was staring too, though a bit more subtly," he, Robin, said with a slight smile. She could see the corner of his eye crinkle and shift to look at her. He turned fully to her now and she had to take a moment to catch her breath. He was gorgeous.
His eyes were a bright blue and filled with laughter. His skin seemed blemish free and smooth. She wanted to reach a hand out and run just one finger down the side of his dimpled cheeks just to see if his skin was as flawless as it seemed. And his dimples were so deep and… and… unf!
"Are you drinking anything specific? Let me buy you a drink," Robin offered with a gesture of his hand towards the bottles that lined the shelved wall they faced. She shook her head quickly.
"That won't be necessary but thank you," she murmured before turning to look for the barkeep.
"I insist. Think of it as an apology for embarrassing you," Robin joked good-humoredly. Regina rolled her eyes and bit back her own growing smile.
"I wasn't embarrassed. Just a bit surprised that you noticed me looking," she said, shifting to sit up straighter. Robin laughed heartily at her display before tapping on the countertop a few times. Moments later an older man with wispy gray hair came to the front, ready to take their orders.
"Can I get a glass of your house red, please? Two glasses," she stated with a nod.
"And put it on my tab, Ollie," Robin interjected quickly before Regina could even reach into her purse. She turned and narrowed her eyes at him which just earned her another smile.
"I can pay for my own drinks," she stated sternly. Robin threw up both his hands as if to deflect her comment.
"I have no doubt of that, milady. I was only being a gentleman. It's against my code to allow someone so lovely to pay for her own drink." Regina grinned at this. It's been a long time since anyone called her anything as sweet as 'lovely', she usually gets something more along the lines of 'bitch'.
"Well when you put it like that how can I possibly refuse," she throws back. His grin grows wider than before and Regina has to once again turn away from him. Something about his smile makes her heart do flips and summersaults. It's been a long time since she's sat and made polite conversation with any man and a longer time still since she's felt her heart do anything but constrict painfully.
"Do you have a child?" he asked suddenly. She furrowed her brow and nodded her head slowly in the affirmative.
"I only ask because of your bracelet," he said swiftly, as if sensing her confusion.
She looked down and smiled as she spots the familiar bracelet. It's the one Henry made for her in his kindergarten class. It was his Valentine's gift to her; made of macaroni, red heart shaped beads, and black yarn. It was quite possibly her favorite piece of jewelry.
"Yeah, he's thirteen. He made this when he was just four," she sighs wistfully. Robin smiled and nodded his head in understanding before pulling the black sleeve of his button up to show her his own bracelet.
"They're called silly bands or something like that. My boy loves them because they come in different animal shapes. I'm not sure how he did it but he weaved a few together and now I'm forbidden to remove it," he admitted with a proud laugh. Regina found herself smiling.
"How old is he?" she asked curiously, taking a sip of her first glass.
"Ah, he's only four but damn if the boy isn't my whole heart," Robin sighed softly. Regina's smile slips in that moment, remembering when her own son was a once small little darling, lovely in every way. Where had the time gone?
"Something wrong?" Robin questioned, noticing her silence. Regina shook her head and let out a shuttering breath.
"Are you okay? Something happen to your boy?" he worried, his mouth now set in a firm frown.
"No I… my son is adopted and now his birth mother is the picture and I… oh gosh, I'm going to cry," she choked out after a silent second. She quickly wiped the tears that spilled forth while Robin gently rubbed her back in soothing circles. She took a few more moments to silently cry before downing the rest of her first glass of wine.
"I take it that you and this woman don't rightly get along?" Robin inquired.
"No, that's not it. Emma's a good mother. She's a good person. Sometimes we disagree but I know she'd do anything for Henry, my… our son. I just feel like I'm losing him. He looks at her like she's the sun, the moon, and the stars. He used to look at me like that but not so much now. And today he asked me if he could live with her for the coming school year, in New York. He promises it's only for this year but I just know that once he's there he'll never want to come back to me," she answered shakily. Robin tensed as she let out a choked cry.
"I don't really know you but you seem like a wonderful woman to me. And I imagine you're and even better mom. Henry, your son, is probably just excited at the prospect of going to a new place and meeting new people. I can't imagine he'll stay away for very long. Teenagers always think the grass is greener on the other side, if you know what I mean," Robin concluded, his hand still rubbing her back. Regina took in a deep breath and nodded her head slowly.
"I'm just… I'm scared to be honest I don't want to lose him by holding on too tightly or by just letting him go without any sort of fight."
"I think the important thing to remember is that he asked you for permission to leave. If he really didn't care about you or about what you thought he'd have just left," Robin stated, offering her a slight smile.
"I guess…. Why are you here?" she asked, trying to steer the conversation away from herself.
"Well I figured having a breakdown in front of my four year old was out of the question so I asked my mate to babysit for the night while I drink myself blind," he admitted.
"A breakdown? You seem rather composed from where I'm sitting," Regina said while wiping the tear trails from her cheeks.
"That's because you missed it, milady. I was a mess right before you showed up looking like a very hot school principal," he joked.
"Principal? Is that what this outfit says?" Regina asked, feigning outrage. He lets out another laugh again at this. In that moment she decides that she likes his laugh. It's deep, and robust, and fresh like recently turned soil.
When his laughter dies off they sit in silence once again, her sipping her drink and him worrying his bottom lip with his top teeth.
"My wife's birthday is today and it's a sort of ritual I have where I get completely pissed in the night and wake the next morning without remembering who I am," he says quickly, Regina's eyes go wide as she places the glass in her hand down.
"I'm sorry," Regina responds somberly after a second spent fixing her face. Robin shakes his head and shrugs.
"She's been lost to me for a long time. I don't really feel… I'm not missing her like I used to," he admits. Regina knows the feeling.
"So then you weren't going to breakdown, then?" she wonders out loud.
"No, I was. But not because I miss her… but because I don't, at least, not how I used to. It's a queer feeling. I loved her so much I thought for the longest time than once Roland, my son, was old enough I'd just go and join her in the land of the lost. Now I just want to live. And not only for him but for myself too," he surmised. Regina cocks her head to the side and offers him a gentle smile. She's been in his position before.
"Tis the art of letting go, I know the feeling. I'm Regina, by the way," she stated after realizing that she hadn't offered her name earlier.
"Nice to meet you Regina," Robin smirked.
It's well past one in the morning and she isn't entirely sure whose house they're in, though she figures it probably isn't hers since she doesn't see any of Henry's shoes by the door. They'd talked and drank with one another for what seemed like hours. The only time they'd stopped was when Regina had asked him to hold on so that she could offer her card to the redhead in the corner. The young woman had offered her a watery smile and her thanks.
Regina had spent enough time working with abused and battered women to know that she might have saved a life that night. They set up a meeting for Tuesday which was two days away and Regina felt much better about herself. Even if Henry didn't think he needed her there were plenty of people out there who probably did.
Robin had been impressed and they talked about their professions afterwards, once she'd made sure the girl had somewhere to sleep that night and a way to get there. She explained she was the director of a small organization dedicated to helping battered and abused women and girls transition from their abusive situations and into less toxic lives. He told her he owned his own landscaping company.
During their talk she'd realized how much they seemed to have in common. Both of them had sons, both of them were married right out of college (or Uni for him), they both loved Prince, and they both seemed to find each other extremely attractive.
And that's how they'd ended up here. She still wasn't too sure whose house this was but, to be honest, she wasn't too concerned with it either. All she could really focus on was the feel of his fingers trailing up her spine and of his lips pressed hotly against hers.
He pulled back from their kiss and offered her a soft smile before leading her to what she could only hope was a bedroom.
She wasn't disappointed.
It was a large room with an even bigger bed that seemed to take up most of the space. There were two (oak?) dressers against the wall next to the door, the tops of which were littered with picture frames that she couldn't really see the contents of from where she was standing. There were two large windows opposite of her that offered a beautiful view of the city. DC truly was a gorgeous place at night.
"Do you still…?" She nodded her head and stopped him form continuing his thought with a sweet kiss. He was pretty tall and she had to cock her head back pretty far while standing on her tippy-toes to reach his lips. It's all worth it, though. He tastes like pumpkin and beer and something spicy that she can't put her finger on.
After that they are frenzied. Clothes are removed and thrown into the ether. She has a feeling that she won't be able to find her panties in the morning and doesn't really mind.
She's on her back before she knows it and he's hovering over her like a hawk ready to swoop down for its dinner. Then they're kissing again, all tongue and teeth and she loves it. He feels so good under her fingertips. Feels good pressed against her.
Then he's not kissing her lips anymore and instead he's made his way down to her breasts, leaving a trail of burning licks and nips in his wake. She gasps and sputters when he takes one of her dusky nipples between his lips. She cries out when he uses his teeth and hisses in pleasure when he licks away the slight pain.
Soon it is too much and she can feel that white hot pleasure mounting in her lower belly. It's been so long since anyone has showed her such attention and she can feel her body is ready, so deliriously ready, for him.
"Please," she pleaded, not too sure what she was actually pleading for. She just knows that something is missing and he can give it to her, only him.
"Regina," he whimpers once he slides home. She shivers and quakes as her walls flutter around his hot thickness. Her first orgasm of the night rips through her like a tsunami.
"There's many more where that came from," he promises.
A/n: Hey guys. I hope you enjoy. I'm not sure I'll actually continue this, though want to. I'm just not sure I'll be able to motivate myself to do it. Either way please leave me a review and let me know what you think. And sorry if it's not as hot as you thought it would be, I'm still practicing with erotica.
And I'm sorry for any mistakes you spot. I've read it over since I posted it in the middle of a sleepy hazed and fixed the small things that I noticed but I'm not perfect so I may have missed a few things.