A prompt from the delightful Lea via my good friend Moniek: Robin and Regina, student teacher.

Rated: M

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As the bell rings it indicates the end of Regina Mills' final simester at college. On the one hand she is sad to be leaving her English classes, not just because of her passion for the subject and her general interest in the world of classic novels, infamous heroines and protagonists, but also because of the super gorgeous eye candy which is her teacher, Mr Locksley. Even his name is sexy. And yet, he is the exact reason why she cannot wait to flee from the lecture hall doors, to run from the forbidden fruit which has her heart beating wildly with each attentive glance he throws her way, or each accented declaration of her name.

Robin Locksley was the new addition to the English department when Regina had first attended college, his young and rugged demeanour was something that had her captivated from day one. Regina would often find herself leaning atop of her textbooks and using them as leverage to simply gaze upon the true blue sapphires which are her teacher's eyes instead of actually reading them. And yes, she is a romantic, of course she is, she is an English literature student, so of course she will compare his eyes to sapphires, his smile to the sun and his muscles to a welcoming pillow which she so desperately aches to rest her head upon.

Trust her to fall head over heels for her teacher, for someone who couldn't be any more off limits to her. It's a typical Regina Mills things to do. The brunette sighs as she packs up her textbooks, tucks her chair behind her desk and descends the stairs towards her teacher's desk all for the final time.

"Regina."

And there is that heart-wrenchingly delicious accented voice saying her name again. She tries her best not to swoon. "Yes, Mr Locksley?" She coos as she peeks up at the Brit through dark lashes, she can't help it. She's naturally flirtatious.

"I was wondering if I could borrow your time for a moment or two?" He asks as he watches the last few students file out of the hall with muttered thank you's, well wishes and goodbyes.

Oh, Mr Locksley, you can borrow all the time you want.

Regina tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear, hugging her folder to her chest and clearing her throat, "Of course." She replies, watching the door swing shut and leaving just the two of them alone within the four walls of the hall. She bites her lip as she looks back to him, placing her folder on her desk. She doesn't miss how the young man's eyes drop to her lips at the manoeuvre.

Robin clears his throat, he seems somewhat nervous as he swallows back some kind of emotion which she cannot quite place. "It's been a pleasure to teach you for the last few semesters." He begins, leaning back against his desk and lifting his eyes to meet hers making her heart skip a beat. "But I have to say, I'm rather glad it's come to an end."

Regina's hope plummets to the soles of her feet at the last statement, and the disappointment must show in her expression as she blinks a few times and questions, "Oh?" as Robin is offering a kind smile and shaking his head softly.

"Not like that." He assures, reaching out to touch her elbow briefly, he tilts his head, "Truth be told Regina, I quite like you. And having you in my class was both physical and mental torture." He adds with a warm chuckle, his words sincere and kind and the least bit intrusive. But boy, is it hot.

Regina feels like her world has been tipped upside down. Never did she think he would reciprocate her feelings for him, of course she had envisioned it, but that was amidst her colourful imagination. And now, here she is, in reality, with none other than Robin Locksley declaring his attraction towards her. Her! Regina Mills, his, now ex, student.

At her silence Robin grimaces, "Ah. I see I've made a fool of myself, you don't reciprocate." He states softly, "I do hope I haven't offended you." He adds frowning lightly and standing up straight from where he was leaning against his desk. His concern and kindness makes Regina's heart ache. Could he be any more perfect?

"No!" She exclaims, a little too quickly for her liking, but at his wide eyes and small smirk she bites her lip and chuckles lightly, "I mean, you aren't a fool." She adds tucking an imaginary piece of hair behind her ear, "If anything I'm the fool, Mr Locksley. I'm told I wear my emotions on my sleeve. So, if by any miracle of a chance you have missed the signs of my school girl crush on you, let me confess it now..." She says before tilting her head, "I like you too." She adds shyly but with a small smirk.

Robin grins, he can't help it, "I did notice a little." He replies, "Did you know I can tell the difference between when you are staring at the board and when you are staring at me?" He teases making Regina blush.

"That obvious, huh?" She asks with a grimace, looking down, but then his hand is on her chin, tilting it up, and he's closer now, his lips so close. So tempting. Regina feels all of her breath leave her lungs in that moment.

"I didn't mind." He whispers, "But, what I would like to know is: would you mind terribly if I kissed you?"

Mind? It's like all of her prayers have been answered at once and she practically melts right then and there as she stares into those ocean blue eyes which swim with emotion and beauty. "Yes." She breathes but then he's pulling away in retaliation and she's furrowing her brow and shaking her head, "No, I mean no. I don't mind." She retracts, suddenly realising her mistake. She feels foolish and somewhat embarrassed and so she decides to take it upon herself, not allowing him a moment to dwell on her clumsiness, as she reaches up and takes his face in her hands, pulling him towards her lips in a searing kiss.

Regina feels her body grow numb and hot all at once as their lips join and mould like two matching puzzle pieces, warmth spreading throughout her body as her eyes fall closed and she focuses on this and only this. It's better than she had ever imagined, better than all of the scenarios she had played out in her head, better than any kiss she had ever shared before. "Mmph." She hums as her fingers curl around and into his hair, his hands at the small of her back holding her close. This is really happening. She is really kissing Mr Locksley.

But then he's pulling back and Regina has to try not to look totally and utterly disappointed as she stares wide eyed at her ex teacher. "I'm sorry-" she begins to apologise, feels she needs to for some reason, but he's cutting her off by pressing a finger to her kiss swollen lips.

"You don't have to apologise for that." He breathes, "I just..." He looks around and raises a brow, lowers his voice, "We are in my classroom."

"But you are no longer my teacher." Regina counters, finding her confidence slowly come crawling back after the excitement of the kiss, "You can kiss me whenever and wherever you like." She adds with a small smirk, grabbing the lapels of his adorable tweed jacket and pulling him back to her, she is about to kiss him again when he shakes his head, pulling away just slightly.

"It's not that I'm worried about." He says slowly, his eyes a deep blue, "I'm afraid that if I continue to kiss you, I won't be able to stop." He confesses, his eyes wide in serious admission and it sends delightful thrills up Regina's spine.

"Then don't." She husks, and this time he doesn't stop her as she raises to her tiptoe to kiss him again, this time harder, more heated, more alluring, arousing and teasing. She wants him, and he wants her, why wait any longer? These last three years has been long enough.

Regina backs the lecturer up against his desk, pressing herself into him as she kisses the very breath from his lungs. His hands are on her ass now, pressing, exploring, encouraging. "God, I-" she begins to murmur, but she doesn't want to sound creepy or childish so she stops there, just continues to kiss him, but then he is pulling away, flushed and, if regina didn't know any better, aroused.

"Tell me." He husks, and God, if Regina thought his voice couldn't get any sexier she was so, so wrong. And it's because of how irresistible he is that she decides she will do as he asks, tell him what he wants to hear.

She bites her lip before bringing her lips to his stubble, enjoying the texture beneath her lips, "I can't tell you how many times I've imagined doing this with you." She confesses in a whisper, running her tongue along his jaw and enjoying the way her words has his hands flexing against her rear. So she continues, "I've wondered what it would be like to feel your stubble, your lips, your skin beneath my lips for so long, and you being off limits only made you all the more attractive, Mr Locksley." She confesses, his name rolling off of her tongue in a sexual caress. And it does things to him, makes him feel things he shouldn't when he is pressed up against a desk in a very public place.

"I thought I was the only one." Robin breathes before he is capturing her lips in his again, flipping them so that she is the one pressed against the edge of the desk, she's the one at his mercy. And she doesn't mind one bit.

Robin's lips venture her skin as Regina tilts her head back to give him more access, his warm kisses following the column of her neck. "Are you sure?" He murmurs, once again his gentlemanly demeanour coming out to play as he pulls back slightly to look her in the eyes, "I haven't even taken you on a first date." He confesses with a frown making Regina smile sadly, reaching for his face and taking it between her fingers.

"You can take me on a date after." She assures with a cheeky grin before biting her lip, "I don't want to stop." She breathes and for fear of giving him the wrong impression she adds, "Unless you do, I don't usually do this, I-"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Regina. I already know your character, I've learnt about you from your writing alone." He replies before cupping her cheek, "I just don't want to get caught up in the moment and then do something that you are going to regret."

"Trust me, Mr Locksley, I will not regret this." She assures before she is reaching up and tangling her fingertips in his hair once again, "Take me." She whispers.

And who is Robin to deny such a request? Only a madman would do so when a gorgeous woman like Regina Mills in hopping up onto his desk and wrapping her legs around his waist, drawing him closer. And Robin Locksley is no madman. So his lips gravitate back towards hers as tongues explore, clothes become dishevelled and, not before long, removed and discarded on the classroom floor.

Regina is now in only her bra and sodden panties as Robin's forefinger and thumb has sought out the brunette's nipple through the sheerness of black lace. Thank God she wore matching underwear today.

"Mr Locksley..." Regina breathes, her lips parting from his as she throws her head back, "Yes..." She murmurs, he's just as good with his hands as he is with his teaching, and Regina is not disappointed. If he can drive her into a frenzy by touching just her breasts, God knows what his fingers can do once buried inside of her. The thought makes her stomach clench and thighs quiver, she is beyond wet, is sticky between the thighs, and she can feel Robin's length hard and excited against her inner thigh.

Robin would tell her to call him by his real name did he not love the monicker as much as he does, the way the words slip from her tongue with such naughtiness has his cock throbbing with pure and utter desire for the woman writhing on the desk in front of him. His kisses are at her torso now, his tongue swirling in and out of her navel to match the rhythm of his fingers against her breast. His mouth waters with the desire to taste her, as it has from the moment she started wearing shorter skirts, lower cut tops and slightly heavier make up. She is a walking talking tease.

Regina's hands fall back to plant herself steadily against the desk as she braces herself with what is to come, her lecturer's lips growing closer and closer to where she is warm and screaming for attention. She feels him first, feels his breath on her silk panties after lowering to his knees, she feels the brush of his hair against her inner thigh making her toes curl, feels his hands slide up her legs and fingers hook around her panties. And then they are gone, being trailed painfully slowly down Regina's quivering legs as she dares a peek down as Mr Locksley kneels between her legs. She moans purely at the sight, moans at the way he is looking at her, blushes too, it's so intimate but so, so hot.

"So wet." He mutters, glancing up at her with an aroused smirk before he is pressing kiss after kiss up her inner thigh towards her sex.

"Oh, God." Regina whispers, bringing one hand around to grab at his hair, she will need this leverage, she knows it, knows that he will have her needing to claw at something. She feels him smile against her thigh, the smug (but loveable) bastard, before he is tilting his head and eyeing his target. Regina holds her breath, glancing down the slope of her torso to the very handsome man who is about to fuck her into oblivion using just his tongue. She can't take the anticipation, can't watch as he grows closer and closer and- "Oh yes!" She cries out as he sweeps his tongue through her folds and then sucks her sensitive bundle of nerves between his teeth.

"Mm." Robin moans at her taste, holding her by her upper legs as the tip of his tongue moves quickly over the very tip of his student's clit. It has her jerking above him, has her nails scraping against his scalp as she gasps and moans.

"Like that, yes. God- Mr Locks- ah! Yes!" She calls as his tongue does wonders to her... Well, everything. Her head is thrown back as she tries her best not to ride her professor's face, it would only make his job harder and he is doing such a marvellous job so far that she wouldn't want to hinder him in any way shape or form.

Regina's taste floods and invades Robin's tastebuds as he feels her begin to coat his chin, his head bobbing lightly with each stroke of his tongue, but he wants to give her more, a double stimulation, wants to explore and really feel her. So he is twisting his head slightly, making room as two of his fingers slip up to gently circle and tease Regina's entrance.

Regina's eyes snap open, her eyes wide as she stares down at him and nods profusely, she can't find the words of encouragement yet, not without being crass or crude so she lets him go at his own pace, which, luckily for her, doesn't leave her wanting too long. His fingers find their way into her, one at first, testing and exploring as she gasps her approval, her legs curling around his shoulders and pulling him closer. Then he is adding a second, this time making Regina cry out his name, his actual name. It has all kind of thrills shivering down his spine and when he is crooking his fingers just so, the tips of his digits locating a particularly soft patch of skin, Regina is crying out all over again.

"Robin! Yes! Right there, again, again, yes!" Regina cannot help but blurt out as the tips of Robin's finger begin thrumming over and over against her G-spot. It's making her convulse and her toes curl. Who knew she'd be so demanding and vocal in the bedroom? She's learning it for the first time, herself.

Robin certainly doesn't mind, however, it has tugs of arousal pulling at his lower abdomen as he continues to use both his tongue and fingers in a delightful mix which unravels his student in only the sexiest of ways. He can feel her begin to clench, begin to grip his fingers tighter and can hear her voice grow tighter. She's close, but he wants her to cum with him inside of her, wants to really feel her climax, so with a last lavish lick he is pulling away, withdrawing his fingers and leaving a flushed Regina panting and somewhat disappointed as she glares down at him.

"Why'd you stop?" She breathes, eyes wide and dark.

Robin bites his lip to stifle a chuckle as he pushes himself up, wincing at the soreness in his knees. The wooden flooring really does nothing for comfort. "Condom. In my wallet, the drawer on the left." He instructs.

Regina grins a wide grin, suddenly feeling excited all over again, "Oh..." She coos, catching on. She leans back and pulls open the drawer where she locates the wallet. She hands it to him and watches as he slips the metallic paper from one of the card slots and places the foil between his teeth. Why does he make even the simplest tasks so alluring?

Robin throws the wallet to the side, reaching down to undo his belt, "You don't mind, do you?" He murmurs through his grip on the wrapper that still remains lodged between his teeth.

Regina shakes her head with a chuckle reaching for the packet and pulling it from his lips, "Not one bit, Mr Locksley." She replies, bringing the foil to her own lips and tearing it open with her teeth.

Robin's eyes darken with the simple movement and he is letting his trousers fall to the ground with a clink, watching as the brunette's eyes fall to the bulge in his underwear. She seems impressed, giddy even, as she grabs him by the hem of his boxer shorts and tugs him closer.

"My, my..." She coos, slowly peeling the material away and allowing it to slide down to gather at his ankles as her eyes run greedily over his erect cock. Excitement blooms through her chest and down to the pit of her stomach, she needs him inside of her, and fast. With slightly shaking hands she rolls the latex over his impressive length before she is grasping his base, pumping him a few times and revelling in the gruff moan that she gets in response.

"Regina.." He warns and she simply grins at him, completely smitten for the teacher who is like putty in her hands.

"I know." She replies, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips as her heel digs into the small of Robin's back and urges him closer. The anticipation is killing her, is making her needy and greedy at the same time as she brings the head of his erection to her heat, sliding it along her sex much to both of their delight before he is flexing his hips and sliding deliciously into her. "Ohhhhhh." She breathes, feeling him fill her to the very brim with his large and generous length, so thick, and so satisfying.

"God-" Robin moans, his eyes falling shut as his ex pupil's walls clench around and accommodate him. So tight, like a glove to a hand, made to fit. He gives her a few seconds to adjust, watches as her head lulls back and her eyes fall closed before she's shifting, showing her want for more and so Robin will give her exactly that.

More.

Calloused hands are grabbing Ivory hips as Robin begins to thrust, flexing his hips at a delightful angle which has Regina's teeth clenching is a pleasured hiss. Her body rocks with his as they find a rhythm, her hands coming around to wrap around his neck as she presses her torso flush to his, desperate to feel that skin on skin contact she has craved for so long.

Yes, she has dreamt of this, thought of this very moment over in her mind a thousand times over as her fingers wondered her lonesome body. But not now, now this is real, his cock is sliding in and out of her, the edge of the desk is pressing into the curve of her rear, his hands are on her flesh, now sliding down to her clit, his thumb seeking, pressing and eliciting small mews from his student's lips.

"Faster, Mr Locksley, please, I need-"

But she doesn't even get to finish her sentence as his hips are knocking into her faster, harder, deeper, pressing against that soft spot deep within her which makes her stomach clench and expression contort in pleasure. "Fuck, you feel so good." He breathes against her neck, a statement that has tingles spreading across Regina's very bloodstream. The sound of the desk scraping against the floor is lost amongst the panted sweet nothings, the breathless moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

She isn't going to last long. He isn't going to last long. It's naughty, fun and erotic, they are fucking in the classroom, somewhere so forbidden it's thrilling. But he's not her teacher anymore, and she's no longer his student.

"Regina, I-" He warns but she is shaking her head and shushing him.

"I know- oh god! I know!" Regina cries, throwing her head back, she's going to come, she's so close, so, so close and- "Professor!" She is crying out as she reaches her peak, a sharp and almost painful pleasure seizing her muscles and making her writhe and convulse above him, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as she feels the muscles of his arse clench and his breath shallow as he, too, comes to an end, her name on the tip of his tongue.

The pair become boneless all at once, tangling themselves around one another as they slump against the desk, lips parted as each of them strive to catch their breath. There's a silence, a content one, as Robin props himself up above her and simply smiles that ever so sexy smile down at her.

"Date?" He breathes.

Regina nods with a smitten grin, "Tomorrow. Pick me up at 8."