Summary: Regina takes a night with Robin after their kiss.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of OUAT
Rating: M
Pairing: Regina/Robin
A MOMENT TO FEEL:
Regina held Robin to her, his mouth fused to hers, his tongue invading her mouth. He was wild and untamed, and everything she wanted. His arms came around her waist, holding her just as tightly. Regina felt dizzy from the kissing, from the cold, and from the lick of heat from the flames. Most of all Robin was making her world spin. Suddenly she broke the seal of their lips, breathing heavily. "I don't know what to do." She admitted, whether she was referring to her impending battle with Zelena, the loss of her heart, or what would happen next with him.
Robin rested his forehead to hers dragging in oxygen. He'd imagined what it would have been like to kiss the Queen, but he hadn't thought it would have been that powerful. She was strong and confident, and nothing like Marion. Though, that was part of the thrill of the attraction. She tasted of magic; it was literally dancing on his tongue in wake of the kiss. "Then, Milady may a humble thief be your guide?" He asked taking a step back to give her room to breathe, to make up her mind on where to take this.
Regina drew in a shaky breath, she could feel her stomach muscles shaking. Robin held out his hand to her urging her to let him take the lead. She placed her shaking hand in his, trusting him with so many things, not just what would happen in the next few moments. He pulled her in front of him, with the flames dancing along her face. Instantly Regina was entranced by them and by the man pressed tightly behind her. His hands rested flatly on her abdomen over her coat where she was sure he could feel her muscles quivering. She felt like she was coming undone at the seams of her very being.
Robin tried to reign in his smirk. She was quaking in his arms, and he was the cause. "We will only go as far as you wish." he muttered, his lips touching the outside of her ear. Her head bobbed up and down unevenly without the grace of the Queen she showed to the world. Robin held her for a few more minutes, letting her grow accustomed to the feel of his arms around her. He needed to memorize to the press of her body to his. There was so much between them so much that could potentially happen. Robin was curious as to why his heart beat faster in her presence than any other woman he had met. "Do you desire to leave the camp for a little while?" He asked just as silently.
Regina gasped, "I wouldn't want you to be too far from your son." She answered, but she wanted more than anything to be alone with him. She wanted to while away the night learning as much about him as she could, whether it was the taste of his mouth to hers, the press of his strong body against her, or talking about his past. She found it so strange that she was intrigued about him. "It was my fault Roland was put in harm's way."
"No," Robin countered turning her to face him. "You entrusted me with your heart, and I should..." He trailed off knowing he had said all that before to her that afternoon. She had forgiven him then and he knew that she was going to forgive him again. "My son is safe for this night, but I can see you need attending, my Queen." He whispered, his lips touching hers lightly. Robin took her hand, and led her away from the fire with the knowledge that his men would guard the camp and his beloved son.
Regina followed Robin into the dark knowing she was safe with the charming Rogue. A little deeper into the darkness the came to a clearing where he was about to start a fire. "Allow me." Regina said getting him to stop and look at her. It had been a long time she could use her magic for something so benign. Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, Regina imagined thousands of tiny lights floating in the air around them varying from deep purple, to the brightest blue, to the most golden yellow. When she heard him gasp, she opened her eyes to see the look of wonderment on his face. A gentle smile came to her lips, "This was the first spell I taught myself."
Robin stared at Regina in awe, pure amazement. He knew magic existed and only ever saw it used as a means to inflict pain and torture, as he learned in the Dark One's dungeon. Regina smiled at him, closed her eyes again, and when he looked behind him, a large pallet had appeared. Suddenly he felt his insides quiver. She made him feel things that he thought long denied him. When their eyes met it was as if the rest of the world fell away, as if she was all that was ever meant for him.
Regina stepped closer to him, and then around him to lower herself down to the pallet. It had been so long since she had been able to be so ordinary. The last time she had been like this had been with Daniel, but he was dead, and at the time she had thought her heart had followed him. Any yet, from the first moment she had seen Robin, a new life had begun to beat in her heart, a renewed sense of hope. Sighing in contentment, she held out her left hand, begging him to join her, to come and make her warm.
Robin set aside every thought swirling in his mind, replacing them with only the desire to tend to Regina. He stretched out next to her, tentatively resting her hand on her abdomen once more. She looked at him, gentleness reflected in her gaze, as she brought her hand up to cup his face. He smiled then, warm and comforting. If they spent the entire night like this, he would not complain. "Tell me what you wish me to do." Robin said putting himself at her command.
Regina brought him down to kiss her, slow and lazily. They had all night. She had to keep that in mind. All night together. Regina moved so that he was resting over her, his left leg draped over her, his torso pressed to hers. She could fell the beat of his heart from inside his chest. Regina just wished that he could feel hers. He stopped then, looking at her, before his lips once more kissed her, a second, and then they moved down the side of her neck while his hands busied themselves with the buttons of her coat.
Robin lavished kisses upon the side of her neck, feeling her thunderous pulse. He pulled back, pushing aside her coat, touching his lips to her torso right above the valley of her hidden breasts. Regina's hands threaded through his hair then, her nails pleasingly biting into his scalp. This time when he moved back, he sat up, resting back on his heels pulling her to her knees in front of him. Taking her hands he put them to the flannel of his shirt as his hands went to push the coat from her shoulders. "Only as far as you wish," Robin reminded letting the coat pool behind her.
Regina, with shaky hands, started to unbutton his shirt; fumbling at first before she managed to find a rhythm. She reached the last button in no time, parting the fabric revealing the hard chest she had felt through the thick clothing. For a moment she dropped her arms, let him push her jacket from her body, and then she was able to do the same to him. Slowly his coat, his shirt slipped down his arms, to pool around him on the large fur blanket beneath them. Then, because she wanted to feel it, she placed her hand palm down over his heart. Regina sucked in a deep breath form the beat. "You have a strong heart." She whispered in awe mere moments before he kissed her again. This time, when his lips touched her, there was passion.
Robin possessed Regina's mouth, letting her have a taste of wild passion that he could tell she had long since denied herself. While he plundered her mouth, growing addicted to her taste, his hand pulled the delicate silk shirt from the waist band of her pants so he could touch her, feel the way she took in breath. He pulled the shirt free, and up Regina moaned in protest when they had to break their latest kiss. She lifted her arms up so he could take the shirt from her body. Robin dropped the shirt, wrapped his arms around her, and took her back down to the comfortable pallet. He had time to worship her body the way she should be. Eagerly he kissed the side of her neck once more, trailing his lips down between her breasts. Soon he would pay homage to them, but now he wanted to explore. Down he moved kissing her abdomen that quivered even more. It thrilled him to know that he could make her nervous.
Regina let her eyes close as he kissed her skin, as his beard scraped pleasingly along her flesh. Robin was moving towards her waist and she was eager to see what he was going to do to her. Never had she had an experience like this; not with Daniel, not with Leopold, and certainly not with her Huntsman. Robin nipped her flesh right above her navel, pulling a moan from her. Regina looked down the line of her body to see him looking at her with a wicked smile fixed to his trembling lips. He pulled away from her, but did not leave the pallet. His strong hand took her ankle removing her shoe, then slipping up under her pants leg, his short nails scraping along the underside of her calf. Regina pressed the back of her head into the pillow biting her lips as a moan rumbled in her throat.
Robin was pleased at the state he had reduced Regina too, it encouraged him to keep it up. He repeated the same action with her right leg, and then resumed his place between her thighs. For now he would keep her pants in place as he was sure this was all she could handle at the moment. Fitting himself perfectly to her, he was unprepared for her to roll them, for her to be on top of him, smiling down at him. A laugh rumbled in his chest at the sight of her, the lights playing against her beautiful flesh enticing him all the more. Sitting up, his hands went to her hips, and then slid up her back where the tips of his fingers touched the clasp of her black lace bra. "Would you permit me?" He asked waiting patiently for her answer.
Regina rested her hands on his strong shoulders and placed her lips to his brow. That was her answer. His fingers hooked under the elastic and soon the restraining garment feel from her until she was as bare as he. She wrapped her arms around him so that her chest touched his. The moment more of their skin connected, electricity raced along her nerve endings. Robin took the moment she was distracted to reverse them, to have her under him once more. This time, rather than moaning, she laughed. He fit perfectly to her, chest to chest, hip to hip. She was eager for more and they had the whole night to find out just how they would be together. "I want more." Regina mumbled dropping her arms from his shoulders. She would let him do what he wished, she was trusting him.
Robin planted his hands on the fur beneath her, right at her waist so he could put most of his weight on his hands. He moved to her side, stretched out next to her, and let his mouth hover over her right breast. With every breath she took, he could feel her pert nipple brushing his lips, teasing him until he finally took her in his mouth. Her hand cupped the back of his head, her finger tangling in his short hair. Robin concentrated on bringing her as much pleasure as he could. Using his tongue, he swirled the tip around her pert bud, alternating his teeth to gently tug. Regina moaned loudly, her nails once more biting into his scalp.
Regina could hardly separate the sensations running through her. She tried to concentrate on breathing, on the hot feel of Robin's mouth on her, and then the slow trek of his hand down her stomach to the waist band of her pants. On pure instinct her hips arched up in anticipation of his hand. She didn't have to wait long. Regina used her left hand to grip his wrist to keep his hand still for a moment. "Oh, my god…" She moaned loudly. Robin released her, moving until he caught her gaze. Once her eyes met his, his hand started to move between her thighs. She watched the fires of pleasure dance in his gaze. All of it served to make her passion rise higher. Her ragged gasps fell in time with each stroke of his finger.
Robin felt the dampness between Regina's thighs grow slicker with each pass of his finger. She had her eyes closed, her head pressed into the pilled, and her hand around his wrist feeling each of his movements. His finger stroked her again, this time taking a moment to tease her entrance, just a small press. That was enough to have her hips trusting up, bidding him to slip his finger inside of her. A smile curved his lips at the sight of her, the way she was letting herself go, letting him take her. Another pass of his finger, a little pressure to her woman's jewel, and then his long middle finger plunged inside of her. "Feel me right here." Robin moaned against her neck. Tonight was about Regina, soon, he was sure, they would have more time together. Tonight he wanted to do this for her.
Regina freed her right hand clawing at the fur blanket to drape her arm over his left shoulder and across his back where her nails found a home in his flesh. She could only concentrate on the feeling of his finger going in and out of her, faster and faster. "Oh, god… yes…" She moaned, her mouth set to his brow. Each stroke brought her that much closer to falling over the edge. The fire was brewing in her blood, running hotter than before. Her inner muscles clamped down on his finger, trying to keep him in place. She was almost there. Regina tightened her thighs on his hand and felt the explosion in her lower body, felt it encompass her entire body.
Robin stayed still watching the way the pleasure played out on Regina's face. He slowly removed his hand from between the strong grip of her thighs, trailed his palm up her quivering abdomen, to place his warm hand over her left breast where he expected to feel her heart. Leaning even closer than he was, Robin kissed her gently over and over again, pressing his lips to the side of her neck. He needed to feel every gasping breath she took. "You are so beautiful." He kissed the underside of her chin, his hand slipping from her breast, to her back, so he could pull her against him.
Regina was boneless, limp, and sated. She couldn't even protest when Robin moved to his back pulling her with him so that she was rested by his side, her head on his chest. She sighed when the warm fur touched her bare back, covered them, and encased them in warmth. Regina found that she was being lulled into sleep from the sound of his heart. Idly his hand ran up and down her spine, her skin tingling from his touch. "I don't want to fall asleep." She chuckled turning her face in against his chest. Robin hugged her close.
Robin held his own pleasure back until Regina was ready for more. Until then, this was enough for him. "Don't worry Milady," He kissed her warm brow, "We have time." The promise was flimsy, in this time of danger a future was uncertain. She chuckled again snuggling closer to him. Robin let his eyes focus on the multi-colored lights while his mind conjured a plan to reclaim Regina's heart from the Wicked Witch. Soon he too was falling into sleep. The warmth of Regina, the touch of her skin, and the way her head rested on his chest soothed the savage ache in his heart from the loss of Marion.
EARLY MORNING:
Regina felt herself waking up, tried to fight against it. She wanted to stay like she was for a few more minutes. Last night came back to her in a rush of memories, a flood of feeling. She had let someone see her, not the Queen, but who she really was. And she had been able to feel without her heart. As shocked as she was to realize it, Regina had listened to what Snow had said about her. Regina did feel things all the way to the core of her soul. She didn't need to have her heart to be able to feel. Carefully she sat up to gaze down at her still sleeping Prince of Thieves. His face was relaxed, the early morning chill made his breath appear in small clouds. Using her magic, Regina conjured a fire in the pit near the pallet. The sudden warmth chased away the pre-dawn chill. As she sat up staring at the fire, a hand touched her back. Instantly her skin tingled. "I thought you were still sleeping." Regina looked over her shoulder at Robin. He was wearing a contented smile.
Robin had woken the moment Regina pulled away from him, the moment the heat of a fire licked against his cold skin. "I don't sleep deeply anymore, not since becoming an outlaw." He answered, sitting up, and wrapping his arms around her, his chest to her back. "The moment you left my side I found my eyes opening just in time for dawns first light to bathe this forest." Robin rested his chin on Regina's shoulder trying not to see the way she smiled at his words.
"You're awfully poetic this morning," Regina teased and then sighed when he kissed her shoulder. "Last night was…" She bit her bottom lip. Talking wasn't something she was used to. Plotting, scheming, general evil; that was what she knew. Talking was foreign to her. "You did so much for me last night, I never got to do anything for you." The words were foreign on her tongue, but they were no less true.
Robin kissed Regina's temple, his eyes focusing on the flames. "Last night you needed that release more than I did. My pleasure was gained from giving to you." He held her securely in his arms as he continued to speak, "You've been through so much with this battle that Zelena started. Having you in my arms, watching your face as you came was…" Robin stopped talking when Regina turned in his arms to look at him.
"What about my face?" Regina asked playfully, moving to straddle his lap. His hands slid under the blanket, and once more settled on her hips. She draped her arms over his shoulders, her hands cupping the back of his head.
"You were beautiful in the throes of passion, cast in the lights you had conjured." Robin answered lightly running his hands up and down her sides. "I must admit, your majesty that I am eager to taste all the pleasure you have to give." Robin grinned, his tone wicked with sinful promise.
"Oh," Regina chuckled, "The next time, it's your turn to be dizzy with ecstasy." She promised hoping they did indeed have a 'next time' to count on. Being with him like this did more to dispel the darkness inside of her from years of craving revenge, or doing dark magic.
"ROBIN!"
Robin chuckled when he heard Friar Tuck's bellow. "Of all the rotten timing." He muttered. "It appears our time is cut short." Once more, before the spell was truly broke, Robin took Regina's lips, claiming her. They broke a second later, foreheads touching, chest's heaving. "Will you come back tonight?"
"If I'm not dead." Regina remarked automatically. She shook her head adding. "I will count the minutes until I can come back." Then reluctantly she used her magic to surround them in purple smoke, dressing them before they were discovered. She was still the Queen and he was still and Outlaw, but by all the gods that were listening, she was falling in love with him.