Hi everyone! I had this idea today, and could't go to sleep before I wrote it down. There will be about two more chapters to this story.

I haven't given up my other story, Wickedness, I plan to post chapter three by the end of this week. So please, be patient! :-)

Here is smut in the second half of this chapter. My first smut, so I hope it doesn't suck. Also the drama is evolving.

Hope you will enjoy!

"Regina. Regina?" He kept calling for her, but again, she was too deep in her daydreaming. She was lying on her side semi-nude, facing the window, looking through it, most likely mesmerised by the beautiful sundown.

To be honest, the sundown didn't look so bad, though Robin was mesmerised by a quite different view in front of him. He wouldn't complain if he could feast his eyes on her naked body all day and night. They sarted to have sex about on hour ago, so he already had some time to suffice his needs, both visual and physical. And he was more than satisfied, but it didn't make him want to see her gorgeous body any less.

He was supporting his head with one arm bent at the elbow, quite duplicating Regina's position before him. When she didn't respond to his calling, Robin gently put his left hand to her protuding hipbone, and smoothed the sheet down the curve of her ass. This finally gained him some reaction; she turned to him.

"Hey." He caressed her face, studying her brown orbs. Did he see tears in them? "You okay?"

"Of course." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She placed her petite hands behind his strong neck to pull him down for a kiss, which he gave her gladly, though he separated his lips from hers before the kiss got heated. He was still curious.

"What happened?" He asked, playing with her raven locks.

"Nothing." She stated, and moved to capture his lips again.

"No!" He got disturbingly serious for Regina's liking. "You have been acting the same as you did three moons ago, before you fell ill. I often find you daydreaming, I feel your bones again when I stroke your chest, you are paler and you started to get distant with me. We hardly met in the past week."

"Oh, so you missed me." And a vicious grin started to form on her face, her hand reaching between his legs.

"Don't," he grabbed her hand, "I'm worried about you." He was searching her eyes to read from them, because he was sure she was not telling something. But what could he do? She was still a mistery to him, because during the time they spent together, they mostly were in bed, or on the floor beside the bed, or next to a tree -anywhere really- having mindblowing sex. And when they rarely talked, they ended up throwing nasty comments at eachothers heads, fighting and having sex all the same. This relationship seemed satisfying for them, both of them thinking that if it was enough for the other, it would be enough for them too.

"You should't, I'm fine." Again that smile, desperately trying to convince him.

He sighed helplessly before continuing."Just don't push me away, like you did back then. I accept that you don't want me to tend to you, but I still could visit to chear you up, help you get better."

"You should have had someone while I was sick, maybe keep her instead of me." She said playfully, though deep inside she was deadly serious. She considered never meeting him again during those agonising few days. She thought it would be better without him. Or more importantly, he would be better without her. At least they shouldn't stay lovers. Was she fooling herself? They weren't even lovers, only fuck buddies. And now, here he was pretending he cared. She wasn't some damsel in distress to be in need of his care, or anyone else's to be precise.

"I assume, you didn't get it, I'm totally satisfied with you, your majesty." He smiled, showing his dimples, and she smiled bach at him.

"Of course you are satisfied, thief, why would't you, with the queen, the fairest of them all?" She asked playfully. "You have all night to cherish my royal body."

"And that I will do, my Queen." He hovered over her and kissed her not so red, but still full lips roughly, pushing his thick tongue right in between, as deep as he could enter her. All she could do was to moan, while they tongues duelled deep in her mouth. He knew she liked it rough, and he wouldn't disappoint her, not ever. His fingers pinched her nipples a few times, which alone made her go crazy. "I can't get enough of you when your breasts are this sensitive."

She moaned and arched her back, her nipples already rubbed into hard peaks, but that wasn't enough for Robin, he had to taste her, make her wet there too. First he licked thoroughly the right breast, than he continued with the left, each mounds wobbling slightly through his ministrations. She was pantig, her whole body squirming as she was close to coming. If he would just touch her between the legs she would come instantly. "Please, Robin!"

He liked it, when she begged, it made him feel like he had her at his mercy. And he really did. "Yes, my Queen." He said, because he knew what she needed and he was more than happy to give it to her, after all, he wanted to see her come, to see her loose control, because he liked to believe, that then he could see the real Regina. Though only for a few seconds. So he kept on tugging on her nipples with his teeth and left hand, while his right hand reached down, two fingers parting her folds to make wide space for the middle finger, which dipped inside her through wetness.

She cried out, grabbing both the sheet beside her and Robin's short hair. He only had to give her a few strokes, with his thumb pressed hardly to her bundle of nerves. When he felt her tightening around his finger, he added another one as he released her right breast with a wet pop, to be able to watch her closely. "Look at me." He whispered.

She tried to obey, but her orgasm was too big, too complete. Her thighs were trembling and her pelvis rose from the bed -making it hard for Robin to move his fingers, to help her ride out her climax -as she screamed, open-mouthed, her eyelids fluttering. She still managed to focus on Robin a little, as blinking tiredly. Her body was still quivering, she hadn't gained back the control over it, yet. She felt him give her kisses to the corner of her panting mouth, to her cheeks, her jaw and her forehead.

"You are beautiful." He whispered with dim eyes, slowly rubbing his length to her left tigh. He stroked her neck and arms, giving her time to recover, but she stayed close to limp, except for the shivers which occasionally ran through her.

"Hey." He tried smiling.

"Hmm." Was her only answer.

"You okay?"

"Will you let me sleep a little? I feel so drained." She whispered, eyes half closed.

The queen is gone for now, Regina stays a bit longer this time, Robin thought.

"Of course." He said as he tucked her in. "You sure you'r okay?" He started to worry again, it was only 8 pm.

"Mhm."

"I'll bring us dinner, and wake you up in two hours."

She nodded slightly and was already asleep.

She never fell asleep this early, except before she got ill back then, when he feared he would loose her.

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