{ 1 }

It throws him at first. The scent of apples permeating from blonde locks. It's usually spice. Warm spice. Fitting of the fire she's capable of that her scent always reminds him of. But right now, as Robin's nose snuggles into Mal's hair, he smells apples. Just like Regina. The one that fills his nostrils as his fingers thread through dark locks.

His fingertips swirl in random patterns over Mal's belly as he murmurs into her ear, tone curious, "You smell like apples."

Her laugh is light, amused, as she molds her body to his. "I ran out of my shampoo and Regina's was handy." She tells him, letting her eyelids droop.

The bathroom door opens a moment later, the bed dipping as Regina climbs in a second after and curls her body around Robin's, laying a hand over his on their lovers stomach. And then he's surrounded on both sides by that crisp, sweet smell and he can't imagine a better way to fall asleep.

{ 2 }

Robin's beard tickles along her jaw has he kisses his way up and down the soft skin there while Regina's mouth is busy at her breasts. Licking and sucking at her nipples.

The blindfold tied around her face keeps her from seeing either of them and all of her other senses are heightened. The scrape of Regina's nails at her hip, the smell of forest filling her nostrils, the wet pop when Regina pulls away from her, the rich flavor of dark roast coffee when Robin's mouth meets hers.

Both of them know every single way to drive her mad until she's wet and jittery and begging for them.

Tonight is no different and Robin and Regina take their time pleasuring her. Using their intimate knowledge of her body to drive her right to the edge before they pull her back, leaving her without release. Until at last, finally, Robin slides inside her while Regina rubs tight circles over her clit. It doesn't take long to have her crying out, tightening around his cock while Regina swallows her moan with a deep kiss.

Then the blindfold comes off and Mal is staring at the smiling faces of her lovers.

And it occurs to her that she's damn lucky to have them both.

{ 3 }

"Do you ever wonder had we been in the Enchanted Forest, had never come to Storybrooke, if we would be here? Together?" Mal's voice breaks through the silence of the evening.

For Regina and Robin are soulmates. Always destined to be together and would have found each other again eventually. But she and Regina had been something all those years ago. Nothing they had ever put a name to but it had been real and vital.

And she's curious. Loves both of them more than she ever could have imagined. But she wonders. If the circumstances were different, if they hadn't gone through everything they had to get here would they have all eventually crossed paths?

Regina hums quietly, considering. "I don't know. I hope we would have. I can't imagine not having both of you in my life anymore."

Then Robin pipes up with a surprising, "I believe we would have. It's seems fate has drawn us together now. Why shouldn't it have there?"

They'll never truly know, but it's a nice idea to think of. Mal snuggles back into Regina's neck, links her fingers with Robin's and drifts off to sleep.

{ 4 }

It's become a nightly tradition for them.

Roland can't fall asleep without a bedtime story, it's the only thing that will settle the always energetic child down enough for him to close his eyes and rest. And he insists that Mal be the one to read to him. Not Robin. Not Regina. Only Mal.

"She does the best voices, Papa."

And while that may be so, Robin can't help but think his boy simply likes curling up with the blonde, snuggling into her side while she reads to him. It's not as if Robin can blame him either.

So this is their tradition.

Mal climbs into the canopy bed made to look like a tent and reads stories of queens and dragons and thieves until Roland's moppy brown curls droop down into her lap. While Robin and Regina stand together in the doorway and watch them with sappy smiles and happy hearts.

{ 5 }

He finds them in the bedroom. Normally an exciting discovery in the middle of the afternoon. One look at Mal curled into herself on the bed, Regina tucked behind her, soothing rubbing circles over her back has Robin's expression turning to a frown.

"What's wrong?"

Mal only groans, clearly in pain, and Regina's gaze lifts from the blonde to meet his. "She had a latte earlier. Apparently fancy coffee and dragons do not mix very well.

Well that won't do. Robin steps further into the room, sits on the edge of the bed on the other side of Mal and gently soothes his fingers over her hair. "Can I get you anything, darling?"

She shakes her head, "No," sucks in a sharp breath and continues, "just lay here with us until it goes away?"

It's not even a question. "Of course." Robin replies, settling more comfortably on the bed, drawing her head into his lap where he can continue stroking her hair. Regina gives him a slight smile, scoots closer to them both while she rubs Mal's back.

They'll stay right here for as long as it takes.

{ 6 }

He hates it when they gang up on him, especially like this. When they are in public for crying out loud. It's hard enough to resist the two of them together when they are alone, but in the middle of Granny's? They're using their magic on him, sitting across from him in a booth, smiling as if nothing at all is going on. In fact, Regina is rather focused on her fries while Mal picks at the burger on her plate. Discussing what their plans for the weekend are as if they aren't torturing him.

Robin can practically feel the warmth of Regina's mouth on his cock, the ghost of Maleficent's breath along the back of his neck, as if it were actually happening. Biting his bottom lip, Robin chokes back a groan and attempts to answer the brunette's question.

"I thought I—" a low moan escapes, loud enough to catch the attention of Granny behind the counter and a few other patrons. Disregarding the narrow eyed look he gets from the woman, Robin pauses, desperately tries to ignore the phantom sensation of Regina's tongue on him, and takes a deep breath before continuing. "That I would take— guh— the boys on an archery lesson." He finally manages to grit out. He can't take this teasing for much longer.

When the feel of Mal's hand wrapped around him joins this little game of theirs Robin glares at them both, grips the edge of the table and mutters, "Cut it out."

The pair chuckle, Regina biting her lip and grinning at Mal. The blonde pouts at him, "Oh come now, you're enjoying it, admit it."

"Mal…" Robin pleads, swallowing a moan and attempting not to attract the notice of every person in this diner.

"Fine. But you're no fun, thief."

Blessedly the torture stops then. The problem is now he's aroused and aching, unsatisfied, and they still have to finish their lunch. Robin meets their gazes and promises in a deep voice, "Oh I'll be plenty fun tonight." He leans forward, voice low and gritty, "When I get revenge on both of you."

{ 7 }

He's kept them here for what seems like ages. Just on the brink of orgasm, refusing to let either of them come. This is Robin's payback for her and Mal's earlier teasing. This trembling, throbbing sensation of being so close before he pulls his mouth away from her clit, switches his attention to place soft kisses to her thighs instead, slows his fingers thrusting into Mal just as she releases that high pitched whine that signals she's about to come.

"Robin—" Regina growls, on the cusp of sweet release for the third time now. And she's all for a bit of teasing, a little revenge for the way they'd left him all riled up and aching in the diner earlier but enough is enough. "Stop playing around."

Chuckling, he studies her flushed skin, heaving chest, the wetness pooled between her thighs. Looks to Mal in a similar state and lightly presses a thumb to her clit, quite enjoying the shiver that rocks her body in response. "Do you think you've been punished enough for your little game earlier?"

"Yes. We're sorry." They aren't. Neither of them, and they all know it, but Regina is willing to play along if it means getting what she wants. Otherwise, she and Mal might have to take matters into their own hands. But she wants Robin's mouth, wants to come on his tongue.

"Good." He replies, kisses Mal's knee and then blows a breath of hot air over Regina's sex before murmuring, "Then let me get back to work." and renews fucking them both with vigor.

{ 8 }

There's no better feeling than falling asleep to the steady breathing of Robin at her back and Maleficent in front of her. Inhales and exhales perfectly timed together. A sign of the deep connection that has formed between the three of them. Bodies in sync, hearts beating as one.

Honestly, Regina can't fall asleep any other way now.

And when morning comes and they wake her with gentle, lazy kisses and slow wandering hands her entire body swells and aches with love for them. Her dragon and her thief. All hers. They giggle with her and each other in the soft predawn light and her world feels complete.

{ 9 }

Twin moans echo through their bedroom, neither Regina or Mal able to hold back the sounds of their pleasure. Robin pumps steadily in and out of Regina's wet heat as Mal rides her face. And the image is so exquisite he nearly comes right then. But he slows his strokes, moves a hand to rub circles over Regina's clit. He can hear her muffled mewl even from her place between Mal's thighs and it's incredibly arousing.

The blonde is rocking against Regina's tongue, let's her hands slide up her torso to cup her breasts, squeezes, twists and teases her nipples.

"God, you two are a picture. So gorgeous." Robin growls, picks up the pace and pounds harder into Regina.

Mal's crystal blue eyes open lazily, find Robin's and she grins. "So are you." Her gaze drops to where Robin pumps in and out of Regina, darkening with lust. They're all so close. It won't take any of them much longer. Leaning forward Mal captures Robin's lips in a heated, passionate kiss.

One of his hands replaces Mal's at her breast, his other still massaging at Regina. And then Robin feels Regina's muscles clench tightly around his cock and he lets out a groan into Mal's mouth. That throbbing pulsing is too much though and he's spilling himself inside her. With another few dips of Regina's tongue inside her, up to her clit, Maleficent is following them over that edge.

The three of them topple to the mattress, a tangled heap of sweaty limbs and panting breaths. Spent and sated.

{ 10 }

"Oh, god."

You'd think the woman would have learned to knock by now rather than barging into her home. Regina supposes that's what she gets now that they're friends though. Rolls her eyes as she tries to find where the hell her bra had been tossed.

Mal and Robin are scrambling into their clothing as well as Snow stands with her back to them, hand over her eyes. Things had just been heating up between the three of them. The pow wow at Granny's to discuss the latest nuisance attacking the town had taken forever and they'd pounced on each other as soon as they'd been through the door, right in the foyer.

And now Snow, thanks to her impetuousness has gotten quite the view of them naked and well on their way to orgasm.

"Did you need something important?" Regina questions, annoyed at the interruption. Even if the blush on the other woman's cheeks amuses her.

"Ummm...yes...I forgot...well, that is…Grumpy thought of a plan after you left." Snow stutters, refusing to remove the hand covering her face.

Regina rolls her eyes. Apparently playtime is over then.

{ 11 }

A trio of matching dark red marks mars each of their throats. They'd gotten a little carried away with each other the night before, their love making turning rough and possessive. It's all Regina's fault really. She'd been sucking at the pulse on Mal's neck when she'd realized it had already begun forming a mark. Claiming the dragon as hers.

It had sent a fierce feeling of possession through her and she'd immediately turned to Robin, sinking her teeth into his skin and sucking there as well. Then Mal had returned the favor and here they are. Matching hickeys on each of their throats.

There are others. In places not visible. But those aren't the ones that have Henry groaning at the breakfast table when he spots them, an anguished cry of, "Jeez. Really, Mom?" as he suddenly appears extremely interested in his pancakes.

{ 12 }

She hates this. Being stuck in bed with a raging temperature. Fluctuating between pouring sweat and horrible chills, clammy skin and a queasy stomach. Regina so rarely gets sick that she doesn't handle it well when it does happen. Gets grumpy and snappy and no one wants to deal with her.

Except for Robin and Mal of course. They put up with every nasty remark and cruel complaint. All of her bitching and whining. Mal presses cool washcloths to her forehead to try and bring her fever down and Robin makes soup and tea in abundance. They ply her with medicine and and liquids and rub all of the aches out of her body.

And when she's finally better, back to her old self and feeling horrible for being so cross and difficult she cuddles in bed with them, kisses them and murmurs that she loves them and would be lost without them both.

And all is forgiven.

{ 13 }

It's odd to see them so hesitant. Maleficent is anything but demure and when it comes to activities in the bedroom Robin isn't shy either. Yet they haven't done much in the way of pleasing each other beyond some exploratory touches, both of them focusing their attention on her.

That's not what Regina wants from this though. As much as she's enjoying it. And they'd agreed. All three of them. Had admitted to the attraction they all feel for each other. So she won't have Robin and Mal sidelining that and making this first time about her.

Regina turns her head, relishes the way Mal's lips suck kisses along the side of her neck as she whispers into Robin's ear, "Kiss her." It's a quiet request, but the blonde hears her as well and immediately pulls back, eyes Regina for a moment before she turns that heavy-lidded gaze to Robin.

He's grinning at her, gaze darkening with lust as his eyes dart down to that full mouth of hers, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. Then he's leaning forward, meeting Mal halfway as their mouths press together in front of Regina. They open for each other, tongues peeking out to taste as Maleficent lets out a little groan in the back of her throat.

When they part Robin and Mal are grinning at each other and Regina smiles happily, loves the way they look together, the spark of desire it flames within her belly. It's exactly what they need to get over that initial hump and things are much more even handed the rest of the night.

{ 14 }

He's become quite skilled in the kitchen, has taken to the wonders of the modern world rather well, all things considered. Apparently while they'd been in New York Robin had been in charge of meal preparation. Now he's an expert at the toaster and stove, has even conquered the microwave. Can whip up pancakes into different shapes and has mastered the art of french toast. Omelettes are a breeze.

And it's become one of his favorite past times to prepare breakfast on Sundays. One of the only days they're usually all together with nowhere to dash off to. No work or school rushing them out the door. The one day during the week Robin can cook for their little family.

So it's no surprise when Regina and Mal walk into the kitchen only to be greeted with plate after plate of delicious breakfast items. Henry and Roland already situated at the counter shoveling pancakes into their mouths while Robin flips the ones he's still cooking high in the air, making his son giggle.

Regina goes to wrap Henry in a hug from behind, her little boy not so little anymore, and ruffles Roland's messy mop of curls. Mal ventures around the counter to peek over Robin's shoulder at what he's preparing, smiling when he turns his head to give her a smooch in greeting.

It's grossly domestic. Completely perfect.

{ 15 }

The bed is empty when he wakes. It's unusual for both Regina and Maleficent to be up before him, especially the dragon. Regina rising before him is not uncommon and she's an early bird. Likes to start her days when dawn is just filtering in through the window except for the occasions when they can talk her into staying in bed to cuddle with them.

Mal likes to sleep late though, often doesn't rise before ten o'clock. So she and Robin will typically cuddle together for at least a little while before he gets up to help Regina with the boys. This morning though neither one of them are beside him and Robin misses their presence acutely.

As he becomes more fully conscious he notices the sound of running water coming from their bathroom and smiles. Rising from the bed he pads softly over to the door, gently pushing it open and peeking his head around.

They're both standing under the spray. Brown and blonde locks clearly visible through the frosted glass and Robin grins. Quickly shedding himself of his cotton t-shirt and sweats he slides the shower door open, admires their wet and naked forms and then slips in under the warm water and smiling at the two women as they turn their attention mid kiss to him.

"Good morning, my loves."