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They never got to spend the whole night together, never quite managed to get away with it, not with Regina's mother constantly breathing down her neck, needing to know her constant whereabouts. So their time together would always be cut short, no less passionate, but less lengthy.

Her mother never approved of anything she did. It's why her and Robin's relationship is kept quiet, behind closed doors. He may be a prince but she knows her mother, knows her constant need for the best, and though Regina may think Robin is truly the best thing she has ever laid eyes upon, she knows that Cora would not agree.

So that's why they come here, to this very room in the same tavern in which they first met. Though tonight is different, tonight they can take their time, tonight there is no rush to run home before the early hours ,where doors are knocked on and appearances are demanded. Regina can recall the way Robin's eyes had lit up when she had announced to him that her mother was out of town for the evening, that she's all his to take his time with.

And that's exactly what he does.

Dark lashes flutter closed at the feeling of stubble grazing across ivory skin, the only light which illuminates the room is that of the moon as it filters gracefully across the air and reflects off of Regina's naked skin. She will never grow tired of the way he cherishes her, treats her as if she is his queen and worships her like she is sent from the Gods.

"Robin," she whispers, her hand coming up to run through his soft tresses as his lips pepper soft and loving kisses along her chest that make her heart flutter.

"So beautiful, my love," he compliments, is always complimenting her. His eyes lift to look at hers as he gives a gentle smile, his fingers reaching for hers and squeezing lovingly before his eyes fall back down to the skin he was tending to seconds ago. His tongue sweeps across his lips and then along her skin, swirling in spots he knows make her gasp and nipping at patches which make her moan.

Regina arches into every touch and gives him exactly what she knows he longs to hear, knows from the times that they've been together that he likes to hear her and, though she may have been timid at first, with time and trust she began to let go. Now there's no more holding back, every tug of arousal is welcomed with a gasping, "Oh!" or a hissing, "Yes!"

Her eyes fall down to watch as Robin moves across her chest in a slow zigzag and her toes curl in anticipation as she awaits the familiar warmth of his tongue against her nipple, but it doesn't come. Not yet. Instead he's propping himself up on his elbow, grinning like the lovesick fool he is—they both are—before ducking down for a soft kiss.

"Mmm," she hums, happy to return the ever welcomed kiss though eager for him to finish where he started. "Keep going," she whispers, biting her lower lip before fluttering her eyelashes, "Please."

Dimples dig into the side of her lover's mouth at her plea as his grin widens. "Since you asked so nicely," he replies playfully, moving back down so his lips meet her skin, but they don't start from where they left off, they start again at the top of her neck, under her ear, in the spot that has her sighing and arousal pooling between her thighs.

"Robin," she warns, her voice a low husk which has him chuckling hotly against her skin, giving her hip a soft squeeze with his free hand.

"I told you I was going to take my time," he murmurs, lips skimming back over her collarbone.

"Mm, though you never mentioned that by taking your time you meant not progressing anywhere," Regina retorts sassily earning another huffed breath of amusement from the prince.

Robin's head drops to press a kiss to the centre of her chest. "Okay. I've got the hint," he teases, eyes flickering up to flash her way cheekily before his lips are on her breast, where she very much wants him.

Regina watches as her pebbled nipple slips behind his lips, becomes trapped between his teeth, and, oh, revels in the familiar feeling of the tip of his talented tongue sliding to and fro, over her bud. Her head falls back against the plush pillow, back arching into his touch as her hands fall to his hair, tangle in his locks as she mews and rocks at his touch. "So good," she whispers, biting her lip. She used to blush, used to be embarrassed when praises slipped her lips, but now her only blush is that of arousal, knows that around her lover she can feel comfortable, can mutter any praise under the sun and will feel no shame for it.

Her hips begin to move on their own accord, grinding up, trying to seek contact but she's simply met with the flat of his chest and though she loves his body, loves the way his muscles flex when he is positioned above her, it plays no good part in satisfying her need for friction.

The prince continues his lavish licks and subtle sucks, has learned what she likes, learned what makes her pull at his hair, as he is doing that thing, that manoeuvre that drives the brunette insane. He's using the flat of his tongue and pressing and swirling and, "Robin, mm, please, oh! Please, I need more."

As much as she enjoys this foreplay, it's not enough; she cannot come, not from this alone. She's wet and she needs tending to; be that by cock or by hand or by tongue, she doesn't care, he's marvellous at it all. But she feels his fingers slip from her hip, across bare flesh blindly as he keeps his mouth occupied where she likes it.

She opens her legs for him, parting them so that they are no longer tucked snugly at Robin's side, giving him space to give her what she desires. A quick and sharp breath is drawn in and Regina's eyes fall closed at the feeling of calloused fingers sliding against her entrance, gathering her wetness, like he always does, before dragging it up to run against her tingling bundle of nerves.

The sound she lets out is beyond ladylike, a low incoherent murmur at the back of her throat as she is quick to buck up into his touch, to feel more pressure, to roll against the circling pads of his fingers.

"Better?" he murmurs, pulling away from her breast with an audible pop and Regina simply nods ferociously, pulls blindly on dirty blonde hair and brings his lips to hers.

He swallows her moans, the sounds getting louder against her lips as he allows his middle finger to fall, while his thumb takes refuge at her clit as he slides that long slender digit into her tight entrance. Regina breaks from the kiss with a loud gasp, eyes snapping open to look at the kind, yet aroused blues of the prince, her prince. She smiles, bites her lip before leaning up to nuzzle her nose against his. "Don't stop," she whispers, kissing his cheek and allowing her eyes to flutter closed as she relaxes against the pillow once again.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he assures, dropping a kiss to the tip of her nose before she feels the absence of him above her. She peeks an eye open to see him descend down her body once again, however this time he skips her breasts; this time he's meeting her at her navel, his fingers continuing that delicious double stimulation until he's adding a second finger, slow at first, allowing her body to adjust, allowing her walls to accommodate.

Regina scrunches up her nose at the feeling (though she is familiar with it), lets out a shallow breath as she wriggles slightly into his touch, finds the angle that is most comfortable and then nods. "Keep going," she moans, eyes screwing tightly shut and lips parting as she lets out a high pitched moan as he begins pumping her slowly yet firmly with his skilled digits.

She feels his lips on her hipbone, feels his tongue run hotly over her sensitive skin, across the invisible line of her undercloth. She hums and arches into the touch, gasping at how the shift in movement has the tips of his fingers knocking against the spot that drives her crazy, that has her toes curling. "Robin..." she sighs, her palm petting his hair affectionately, until suddenly she's gripping what she can, scraping her nails against his scalp as his lips find her clit, lick then suck until his love is crying out, grinding up into his touch.

"So sweet," she hears him murmur, the vibrations of his voice making her squirm, making her thighs tremble and she isn't going to last all that long, not when his tongue is lapping at her nerve endings; at a pace that is not quite overwhelming but enough to make her scream if she needed to.

She doesn't though. She doesn't because she is too busy moaning; too busy focusing everything on her centre, where the prince is doing wonders to her sex.

She's climbing that familiar staircase. She can feel her muscles begin to tighten; her breathing become more shallow, her moans become silent exhales of air as she arches up in her pleasure. Her free hand scrambles at the sheets, gripping them tightly and she'd be a perfect bridge had Robin not reached for her hips, pinning her back to the mattress so he can continue to devour her. "Robin!" she cries, "Oh, Robin, I can't hold on, God-that-feels-so-good." She begins to see stars as she stares blankly up at the moonlit ceiling. Her thighs begin to tremble, her entire body convulsing until suddenly the floodgates burst open and an immense feeling of pleasure and release has Regina's body going rigid.

Robin hums, grabbing her hips with both hands as he laps at her climax, at what she has so willingly given to him as slowly her muscles begin to relax, her body sinking against the soft covers.

"Wow," she whispers, and now she's blushing because she doesn't think she has ever come quite so hard before.

Robin chuckles, licking his lips before pressing them to the inside of her thigh. "Wow indeed, my love," he whispers, smiling as he crawls over her body until he is hovering above her.

"You're good at that," she husks with a seductive smirk, curling her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a quick, chaste kiss. "You taste like me."

Robin grins, pressing another kiss to her lips. "I know," he replies, reaching up to run a loving hand through her hair, "I could quite happily get used to that taste."

She's blushing again, turning her gaze away and looking down, and her eyes catch sight of her lover's very obvious arousal. "Oh," she gasps, looking back up to Robin with a playfully raised brow. "What do we have here?" she teases, raising a knee to bump against and run along his length.

Robin visibly shivers above her and she chuckles, using all of her strength to flip him, taking advantage of his slightly relaxed demeanour. She smiles at his slightly baffled expression, but then he's grinning at her, allowing his hands to fall to her thighs as she moves to straddle his waist.

"What are you up to?" he asks.

Regina smirks. "Isn't it obvious?" she coos rearing her ass against his arousal. She watches as the movement causes him to suck a sharp breath between his teeth, his fingers flexing against her legs.

She's still wet, remnants of her orgasm still glistening along her sex and she is more than ready for him, more than ready to feel whole again. She reaches back and takes him blindly into her grasp, her eyes locking with his as she pumps once, twice, three times before chuckling lightly and leaning down to kiss his parted lips. "You're so sexy like this," she compliments with a grin, leaning back once more and dropping her hand to his base.

"Ditto," he replies simply, his expression overcome with arousal as he awaits the familiar feeling of being buried inside of his lover. She knows he loves this position as much as she does, loves watching her whilst she moves above him and she revels in the attention.

With a flirtatious smile, Regina is lifting herself up and over him, running her fingers up to the skin below his tip and guiding him through her folds, down to her entrance before sinking down onto him.

The pair shares a harmonious moan as she takes in his full length, pressing her knees into the mattress beside his hips. "Regina," he breathes and she loves it when he says her name, loves how he rolls the 'R' in that deliciously attractive accent he has inherited from spending his younger years in a foreign land learning archery and woodland skills.

In fact, everything about him and the way he says her name is attractive.

Taking just a moment to revel and adjust, Regina begins moving her hips, pressing the flats of her palms to the chest of the man beneath her as she moves slowly, up and down, up and down. The bed squeaks slightly under the movement and Regina rolls her eyes, shifting her position slightly to try and quiet the noise. If she were allowed this kind of affair she could take him home, to her bed, to her soft mattress with a silent structure.

A quiet chortle sounds from beneath her and she stops completely, smirking slightly as she says, "One day we will be able to do this without the incessant creak."

Robin grins, smoothing his hand along her thigh softly. "One day," he promises, taking her hand in his and pulling it up to his lips in a soft kiss, "Keep going."

Regina nods, smiling endearingly before taking her hand back and planting it back on his chest, moving her hips once again. She ignores the creaking, ignores the worry of being given dirty looks when they check out in the morning, and instead she simply enjoys this, being intimate with the man she loves. Because she really does love him.

Moans fill the room, an array of pitches complimenting one another in a sexual melody. Bodies begin to sweat, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with the now breathier and more frantic moaning.

"Yes!" she cries.

"Regina..." he echoes.

Regina's hips move faster, nails leaving less than subtle marks across Robin's chest as she curls her fingers in pleasure, scratching against any surface she can. She loves making love to him, loves the way his eyes search her body and watches the subtle bounce of her breasts as she moves. She loves how he admires her; loves her.

It's not long until she can feel a second orgasm begin to rise, as a subtle burning sensation begins to spread across her lower abdomen and along the tops of her thighs. Perhaps it's from the effort of being on top (though riding horses has always given her good stamina, made her legs defined with muscle and slender to the touch) but then she's tingling, all over, that pleasant climb to climax resurfacing.

She knows he's close too, can feel it in the throbbing of his member against her fluttering walls, but as she looks at the expression of the prince she can tell he's trying to hold on, his clenched teeth and his screwed up expression showing his struggle. So she leans down, presses a kiss to his scrunched nose before slowly reaching down to rub her fingers against her own clit. "I'm close," she assures in a whisper, watching his expression relax just slightly as she speeds up, presses harder, faster against her bundle of nerves until she's crying out, reaching for the headboard which shakes with effort. She wants to curse, but she cannot bring herself to be so crude so she simply moans lowly, as she feels the pull towards a second climax.

With one final deep thrust she is coming undone around him, can feel with another thrust or two upwards that Robin is quick to follow, emptying his warm seed into her with a low groan of her name. "God," he murmurs stroking his hand up and down her bare hip as they both begin to relax into one another, pleasure sizzling to a perfect aftermath.

And she can stay the night.

They are lying on the creaky old bed together, wrapped up in one another. Her head is pillowed on his chest, and he feels her fingers play with the coarse hairs on his chest. Her leg lies comfortably between the two of his, the top of her foot moving sensually against his calf, while he rubs his hand over the small of her back in a continuous up and down movement.

They revel in simply being together, in finally being able to hold each other and just be for a night after having enjoyed each other so thoroughly.

He wants this. Not just for one night, but for the rest of his life. He has fallen head over heels in love with the stunning woman he's lucky enough to have in his arms this evening, and he wants more, wants to marry her and start a family. He has done exactly what he and his friends back at Sherwood School for Mastery promised would never happen to them; they wouldn't become one of those sappy chaps ready to give up everything to be with a woman, but the moment Robin saw her walk into that tavern all those months ago, he was a goner. He wants her, all of her. He just has to find a way to tell her exactly who he is.

But for now, he will happily take just the one night, for it is more than they have ever been able to have. And he is blissfully happy in this moment— so much so that he can barely believe this is his life right now.

"You can really stay all night?"

Regina moves to lean on her elbow so she can look him in the eyes, her hand abandoning his chest in order to rake her hand softly through his hair. "I told you," she says with a loving and satisfied smile, "Mother is away for the night, so yes."

"What about your father?" he wants to know. Her face falls a little at his words, a sadness setting in her eyes, and her head bows a little closer to his, causing her long hair to fall in front of her face. He quickly puts the strands back behind her ear in order to see her beautiful face better and he keeps his hand on her cheek, his thumb stroking it comfortingly.

"Daddy's away on business. He has been traveling a lot lately," she tells him with a slight pout, "He's barely been home in the time we've known each other."

He pulls her body impossibly closer to his. "You miss him," he states. He doesn't need to ask, he knows her well enough to see it in her eyes.

She nods, while she focuses on removing a piece of invisible lint from the pillow right next to his ear so she doesn't have to look him in the eyes, but he still notices the slight glace of unshed tears covering her dark eyes. "I know his work is important, but I do miss him," she says with a slight lump in her throat, a single tear escaping, which he quickly wipes away with his thumb.

"Do you know what he's working on?" He knows he shouldn't be prodding for more information, not with his constant evasiveness towards his own family, but he can't help but want to know more about her and everything concerning her.

She nods again, before making herself comfortable with her head in the crook of his neck, her hand lying flat over his heart. His free hand joins the other behind the small of her back where they intertwine and hug her slight body close to his side. "Do you know about the impending war with King George?" she asks, which he answers in a humming affirmative. "We're a fallen kingdom. Our reign ended with my grandfather, King Xavier. If war breaks out, our small estate will be an easy prey to King George and his allies," she explains. "My family, we've…" she hums shortly, giving herself some time to decide how best to put it into words, "We've come into a lot of gold. Daddy is going around the lands to give the gold to those less fortunate than us in the hopes that they'll help to protect us in wartime."

"What if the war never comes?" Robin wonders.

Regina simply shrugs her shoulders. "Then Daddy will have done a good deed helping people, wouldn't he?"

He chuckles quietly, causing Regina to move her head back to the other end of the pillow in order to look at him. "You know a lot about this, don't you?" he asks.

She grins cheekily at him. "I pay attention."

"You mean you eavesdrop," he states with a laugh and he receives her conformation when her grin grows bigger.

"What about your father?" Regina wants to know.

Robin groans audibly, already he is beginning to dislike the new direction of this conversation. "What about him?"

"Where does he think you are this evening?"

"Just out."

"Just out?"

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. "He probably thinks I'm spending the night with some girl, which coincidentally, I am."

"Oh, I'm just some girl now, am I?" she asks, feigning insult.

Robin chuckles at her humour, before placing his hand on her hip to turn her from her side to lie on her back and moving himself to hover over her, his arms on each side of her head, caging her in. "You are an incredibly beautiful girl," he tells her, letting his eyes playfully rake over her naked body, "Stunning in every way."

She lets out a small giggle; something he has never heard her do before, but he likes the sound a lot and he promises himself to get it out of her more often, just like he promises himself to open up to her and tell her the whole truth soon, so they can have that future he keeps dreaming about.

"You're not so bad yourself," she purrs as she rakes her nails over his back and he feels his muscles ripple pleasantly.

"Well then," he bends down to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, "let's stop talking about," a kiss to her left cheek, "the boring subject," her right cheek, "that is my family," her chin, "and focus on our night together," and he finally claims her full and responsive lips, while he lets his weight sink down onto hers for round two.