Just a small one shot ,that didn't leave me alone until I wrote it. ! Credits to my amazing friend o_my_helena who helped me with this and check it for mistakes. I may write a second chapter if I come up with another scene :) Let me now if you want to read anything particular in this story. As always reviews are Happiness.
Regina is sick. Not physically but emotionally. She has depression of the worst kind, Archie had said. The kind that doesn't let you eat, sleep, talk, smile or feel anything but sadness and desperation. She doesn't have hope anymore. Not that she was that kind of person, but still something inside her then dared to hope as much as she never admitted this to anyone. Now she doesn't have that.
For a month she just sat on her couch or on her bed, her gaze empty, looking at nowhere and her breathing steady and quiet. No one knows what goes through in her mind. She doesn't talk to anyone. Not even to Henry.
From the day Robin left, she's been like this. She is pale, thinner -so much thinner, she was crying on the first day of his absence, but since then she's been like this. No tears, no words, no life anymore.
Emma, Henry and Snow tried everything in their power to find Robin during three weeks and finally after the Queens of Darkness had undone the spell on the town line, Emma left to find Robin immediately. Only he could save her now, Archie had said. The same day Emma found him and told him everything. Robin was listening to her like his life depended on it, because his life indeed depended on it. The minute she stopped talking, Robin grabbed his bag, said goodbye to Roland and Marian and told them he would check on them soon but now he had to find her. Marian understood instantly. She wished him the best of luck, told him that they were going to be fine and Robin left as quickly as he could.
Now he is here, running to her, as fast as his legs can drag him towards her house. He opens the door furiously and finds her sitting on the couch. She hasn't even turned her back to look who's standing behind her.
Robin studies her from behind for a while, looking around to see if anyone else is there too and takes a deep breath as he walks until he is front of her.
She looks up then and her gaze meets his. This is just as Emma had told him. Empty. He calls her name, gets on his knees in front of her.
Regina doesn't respond and this seems the right time for him to start worrying, because everyone believed that when she would see him, she would change and would be better. But Regina is just looking at him, and she doesn't change at all. Robin calls her name again. He takes her hands in his and Regina breathes sharply and moves her hands away.
And now Robin is worrying. A lot.
"It's just me, my love." He says softly without taking his eyes off of her. He says it's him and he is here, he loves her and he will never leave her again. Never. But Regina doesn't respond again. Robin wants nothing more than to know what she is thinking, if she is thinking, or feeling.
He tries, tries to bury the urge he feels to take her in his arms, to breathe her sent, to be close to her. He tries for ten minutes. But he doesn't manage to fight it any longer and he moves, sits next to her and wraps his arms around her. He cradles her close to him, his hands caress her hair, she has her head in the crook of his neck and he feels her breath against his skin and it's a relief that he can feel that again. He can feel her against him, can feel her calm breathing. He doesn't want anything else now. Regina will get through this with him. She will, she can and he will do everything he can to help her. He will always be there and he doesn't care how long this will take. The important thing is that he can have her in his arms. That's all that he's dreamt of every minute of every day for the last month.
She doesn't hug him back but he is fine with that. It'll take her a while. He is thankful that she doesn't push him back like she did before. He takes her head between his palms now and moves her to stand in front of him. They are face to face and he is caressing her cheeks with his thumbs without taking his gaze from hers for a single moment.
''I love you.'' he say and he hopes she can feel it. It's okay if she doesn't talk. He just wants her to feel how much he means it. Regina blinks a few times and then he can see her eyes watering. The tears are running down her cheeks as she is looking at him. And he instantly moves his lips and kisses them away, tasting the salty liquid on her cheeks. He slowly trails his lips lower and brushes hers. He kisses her then, pushes more firmly his lips against hers but she doesn't kiss him back and he stops. The last thing he wants is to push her.
He just helps her to lie down on the couch, and he lies down next to her with his arms wrapped around her. He is there, has her in this arms, he whispers sweet nonsenses in her ear and he hopes she will get through this.
A week after Robin is still here in Regina's mansion. She hasn't really changed, but there are some signs of her getting better, nods or grips of their hands. And Robin is determined. He isn't going to leave her ever again. It's just... That he has missed her voice so much. He just wishes he could hear her talk or see her smile again, that smile he dreamt of every day while they were apart.
She talks only in her sleep. In her sleep she whispers his name like a cry, and he is always there, next to her, ready to take her in his arms and soothe her. He cradles her close to him, puts her head on his chest and trails his fingers up and down on her back. He will always be there, he says, he will always love her, no matter how she is and even if she doesn't talk again, he will still be there. He is thankful she lets him hold her and he hopes she understands that, hopes that she can feel how much he loves her because it's been a week that he hasn't left her alone, not even a minute.
He is always next to her, he helps her eat, and thank god she is eating. Henry is really happy about it. When Robin had called him and told him that she was finally eating enough, Henry came by the house and hugged Robin tight. He thanked him a thousand times because Henry has hope, that his mom will be better in a short while. He knows she will be better if Robin is with her. He knows that Robin will heal her by loving her and taking care of her.
Now he is preparing a bath for her. For them. Regina is sitting on the bed and staring at him. Something has changed in her gaze. It's not so empty anymore. He can see that, he can feel that because sometimes in her sleep she squeezes him to her. And he is more than happy about it.
He moves close to her and helps her undress herself. Slowly, with no rush, he takes off her bra and he hates himself, because he can't tear his eyes away from her breasts for a few minutes. He is missing her, he may be with her now but she isn't herself and he misses his Regina, wants nothing more than to kiss every part of her body and hear her moan his name. He wants nothing more than to feel her come around him, to feel her kissing him with that passion she possesses. Because he knows she still has it.
Now he is on his knees, his face in front of her belly and he helps her take of her pants leaving her only with her panties and he watches her, admires her, he can't help but caress her bare legs softly and he hates himself for doing that. But he is a man and he loves her, wants her, has her right in front of him almost naked, and the idea of not touching her at least for a while is unbearable. He looks up and catches her staring at him with an almost loving gaze and he smiles, one step closer, he thinks before kissing her belly and takes her hand to get her up.
The water is perfectly warm inside the bath, just as she likes it, and he lifts her up and places her inside. A small moan of pleasure escapes from her lips when she feels the warmth of the water on her skin. Robin thinks for a moment and then starts to undress himself. This is the first time he attempts to take a bath with her.
He steps inside and waits for a second in case she pushes him away if she isn't comfortable with that but she looks at him, and he isn't sure if she really nods but he hopes she does. He sits down behind her and holds her tightly to him. She is between his legs her back resting on his chest and her head lies on his shoulder.
Robin is always talking to her. Tells her how his life has been in the previous month, tells her about Roland, about how he, Robin and Marian were quite shocked when they saw the original Robin Hood movie. He couldn't believe that they were foxes. He tells her, how much he was missing her, how every time he closed his eyes, he could almost feel her in his arms, how many times he had woken up in a jolt shouting her name.
He caresses her, her arms, her chest, her belly and her hips. He is a starving man when it comes to touching her and he is thankful she doesn't push him away. He softly washes her hair and then her body. He slides his hands between her legs and slowly inside her thighs but before he touches her sex, he asks ''Is this alright?'' and she opens her legs a little more. She responds again. He smiles, kisses her shoulder and continues to clean her body. This is pure torture for him and he knows it. Knows how difficult it is to have her naked in his arms, to caress and touch every part of her body he can reach and not being able to have her like he wants to.
But he will wait. He can wait. He wants to wait.
After he is sure he has cleaned her well, he washes himself within five minutes and helps her stand up. He attempts to slide out of the bathtub to grab their towels, but the most beautiful thing happens and Regina throws herself against his body and clutches him tightly.
Robin manages to hold her at the last second before they both fall down. She hugs him so tight that Robin breathes with difficulty, but he really doesn't give a single damn about it because she hasn't done anything like this the last week. Regina adducts him to her and digs her nails in his shoulders. He laughs then, a real one, and trails his hands up and down her back as Regina has her head buried in the crook of his neck.
"That's right, my love." He says and squeezes her. "I'm here."
Then he attempts to pull her away so he can get out of the bath and grab their towels but she is holding him too tight, can't bring herself to move away not even an inch from him. She is afraid, he thinks, afraid that he might disappear.
For a minute they stay like this. Regina doesn't move a bit, they are chest to chest and Robin can feel her heart beating faster.
He knows that she isn't going to move at all, because he knows more than anyone how stubborn she is and he loves that part of her. Adores it. So he holds her with one hand and gripping the bathtub with the other he manages to get them out without any accident.
He tries to find her clothing now, looking in every drawer to find her panties. Regina is right behind him, not very far –a few steps behind, she probably wants to be able to touch him without a single move. Robin finds her underwear in the last drawer and his jaw drops, because it's full of red and black laces, and leather panties. His mind instantly flashes with images of her wearing all of them and he kicks himself for thinking that kind of things.
Shaking his head in a quick motion, he grabs a matching black panties and bra and he puts them on the bed in front of her.
Regina is looking at him, staring into his eyes and she takes a step forward and takes his face in her hands. Robin murmurs her name because again this is the first time she is doing something like that and he is surprised to see it. In the best ways.
He looks at her, waits for her next move, wants nothing more than to hear her talk again or smile. He waits and waits, does not push her, and she slowly leans forward and her lips brush his. And then he is lost.
With one swift move he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her against him as he opens his mouth and lets his tongue lick her bottom lip, and she is responding to him, sucking his tongue into her mouth and moaning. Robin's heart beats faster when he hears her.
''I love you,'' she says as they break apart for air.
He smiles, he is surprised, and he doesn't remember himself being happier than now that he hears her saying she loves him.
He holds her tight to him and rests his forehead against hers as they both breathe each other's breath.
"I love you so much, Regina." He confesses one more time, and he pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear, brushing his thumb against her cheek.
"Please smile for me, I miss your smile." He says and his voice almost cracks, because he wants nothing more than to see her smile again after all this time.
And she finally does it, she smiles and it's like a ray of sunlight flashing into his eyes.
"God, I love you so much." He says before capturing her lips. Because he doesn't think he can keep away from her any longer.