Author's Note: So I'm going to be writing a bunch of drabbles in my Anonymous verse. Some will be future, some past, and if you send me a PM with a request I'll do my best to add it to my list. This first one is based about seven months after the end of Anonymous, which will end in September. Okay guys, enjoy.

Cravings

Regina closed the door behind her, falling back against it and flipping the lock, while biting her lip and looking over at her husband who was sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, probably texting Killian or that idiot Nottingham. Frankly, she didn't care who it was, because she had a plan for her husband that didn't involve a phone, and unfortunately for the other person, the conversation was about to be over.

Walking over to him she took the phone from his hands and tossed it somewhere on the bed beside them. It landed with a soft thunk on the down comforter, and Robin looked up at her as a cry of protest formed on his lips. However, once his eyes met hers, he knew. Her teeth bit into her lower lip, and she smirked when his eyes followed her hands as they began lowering her skirt slowly and letting it pool at her feet. His eyes were riveted on her every move, a hungriness for her reflecting in those warm blue depths.

She moved closer, running her hands up his arms and crawling up on his lap and straddling his hips; feeling his hardness through his jeans, she bumped her nose against his before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his. With their tongues moving against each other, his hands found purchase on her thighs, sliding up and down, caressing and kneading the muscles there. After a moment she pulled back, telling him, "The kids are asleep."

"Oh?" He chuckled, holding her by the hips which were already starting to grind down on him.

"Mmhmm," she confirmed with light nipping kisses down his cheek and neck. Between each kiss she, told him, "And I..." She pushed him back onto the mattress, "have been..." Her hands found the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, dragging the material over his toned abs and chest. Leaning forward, she kissed the spot above his heart, continuing, "thinking about this..." Sitting up, she took fistfuls of her own shirt and crossed her arms to lift it up and off, tossing it aside, "all day."

"Have you now?" His grin was cheeky and amused by her sudden enthusiasm.

"Mmhmm," she confirmed, and began to pull his shirt up once again. He sat up a bit, helping her remove the offending garment before it followed the same path as her discarded clothes. "I need you naked."

Regina's hands slid down his chest, and taking one hand she cupped his hardness through his jeans. His hands gripped her hips and his voice caught, was rough with want, when he asked, "What's gotten into you?"

His hands were on her back, holding her to him, and she arched into his touch. "I just need you to touch me; I want to feel you inside me," she whispered. Tilting her head, she lowered her lips to his, running her tongue along the seam of his lips which he opened willingly. Her hands trailed over his shoulders, and her fingers traced down his arms until she found his wrists and guided his hands around to her breasts.

He groaned into her kiss as she moved her hips against him, and pulling back the slightest bit, he said against her mouth, "Whatever milady wishes."

She was so bloody sexy like this, he thought, gathering her into his arms, and pulling her against him to kiss her breathless. Regina was always sexy; she was the most sensual and erotic of lovers. Not that his experience was vast in any way, but with Regina... Christ, he could barely think when he was with her, and right now she was a goddess. Her full breasts were held up together by red satin and lace. His lips trailed a path of kisses down along her jaw and neck, and while he loved seeing those glorious tits on such lovely display, he wanted nothing between his lips and her skin. Reaching around he undid the clasp of her bra, pulling the soft material down her arms and off.

His hands cupped her breasts gently; she'd been sensitive for these last several weeks, and her soft intake of breath made him think she still was. She was always sensitive here, but so much more now that even the softest of touches drove her to the brink easily and swiftly. His touch had her mouth seeking his; grinding herself against him even harder as his fingertips brushed over her tightened nipples and she let out a soft muffled moan.

"Don't stop," she begged in a breathy whisper that was so filled with need for him that he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her. However, there would be time for that soon enough. Right now she needed this, needed him to bring her to the edge with his soft touches and whispered words of worship.

"You are so sexy, my love," he told her, and she arched back and his lips fell to her neck, as the pads of his fingertips traced patterns over her breasts which she leaned into eagerly. Her breath hitched, and his name left her lips in almost a plea. He knew she was on the edge, just needed a small push to send her sailing over. "That's it," he encouraged, "Take what you need."

One of his hands began a slow caress down her side and over her swollen belly, and as he reached down between her legs, his other hand left her breast and cupped her bottom. He lifted her so his lips could clamp around one of her nipples while his other hand slipped between where she was already so wet and ready for him.

"Oh, God… yes… Robin. I'm gonna -" she started, but she stopped as his fingers circled her clit, once, then twice more and her fingers weaved into his hair, holding him against her as her head fell back.

Releasing her nipple, he watched as she came apart above him. "Come for me, Regina."

That was all it took, and with a cry of release from her lips, Robin reached up for her, threading his hand in his hair and guided her lips to his, muffling her cries with his kiss, as she rode out her climax against his fingers.

Regina's brow fell against his as the waves from her climax abated slowly. Closing her eyes, she sighed as his fingers slipped from her. She hadn't come like that in a while; she's been feeling so sick lately, and so decidedly unsexy over these last few months. With hormones and emotions all over the place, not to mention eight weeks of unrelenting nausea, she hadn't felt desirable in the least, but now it was different. She woke up that morning and as if by a miracle her nausea was gone. After months of feeling so exhausted, she finally felt good. More than good; she felt energized and amazing. It was too bad Robin had already been up with Olivia and Roland this morning because she would have shown him just how amazing she felt.

All day she'd been thinking about this, about them together, and she wasn't sure if it was the hormones affecting her now or the fact that her pregnancy had made her so sick that she just hadn't felt like herself. All she knew was that she needed him, desperately.

Apparently he did too because before she knew it, his arms were around her, and holding her to him as he stood up from the bed. Regina's legs wrapped around his hips, and she held his shoulders as he turned them around, so he could lower her gently to the bed.

There was a hesitance in his eyes. She knew he wanted to be gentle with her because of the baby, and something more than love for this man filled her. Now wasn't the time for the tender love making she knew he wanted to give her. Regina wanted him hard and fast and nothing else would do. They had all the time in the world for gentle later; right now she needed him inside her.

Shaking her head, she reached for him. Grabbing him by the belt loop of his jeans she pulled him to her. Undoing his jeans, she helped him out of them and pulled his boxers down as well. She licked her lips at the sight of him finally naked. Raising her hands she slid them up his chest and over his shoulders to his neck so she could bury her hands in his hair. She began to fall back, pulling him with her, and Robin braced his forearms on either side of her. Raising her legs to wrap around him, Regina bit back a moan that almost escaped her lips as she felt his hardness against her.

She still had her underwear on, and just as she was about to break their kiss to remove them, Robin started to pull away and stepping back, hooking his fingers around the offending silk, pulling it down and off.

With her feet on the mattress, she looked up at him. Dark blue eyes met chocolate brown, and stepping back up to the bed his hands fell onto her knees. They skimmed down her thighs and back up, caressing her legs before parting them, and taking her hips he pulled her towards the edge of the bed.

Biting her lip, she let out a soft moan as she felt the tip of him against her. She was wet and ready, and if he took any longer she was sure she was going to lose her mind. Hooking her heel around to the back of his thigh, she gasped when she felt his fingers against her, circling her clit and spreading the wetness there, making sure she was still ready for him.

He groaned. "My God, I've missed the feel of you." His fingers pumped in and out of her, building the heat low in her belly up once again.

She was about to respond when she felt his hand leave her. Frustrated, she opened her eyes, about to protest, but the sound that left her was a murmur of deep appreciation when she felt his cock brushing against her and easing into her a bit, then retreating. "I've missed you, too," she breathed, rocking her hips up to meet his, adding headily, "Oh… fuck me, Robin."

He pushed back in harder this time, swiftly and fully, stretching her in the most delicious way. Her head fell back against the bed, his name escaping her lips in a strangled gasp. He started a slow rhythm, leaning over and still bracing himself so his weight remained off of her middle, and his lips clamped around her nipple. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, as he began to pick up the pace.

It had been a few weeks since they'd made love, and she knew neither of them would last very long. And if her suspicions were correct, that her pregnancy was behind this craving for him, neither of them would have to worry about waiting so long again. "Robin…" she rasped, reaching for him, wanting him closer.

The sound of his name prompted him to release her nipple, and rising up, his lips found hers. She moaned happily, her arms rising automatically to wrap around his neck. She breathed deeply through her nose. It was all so much. The feel of him, his scent. Everything making her skin feel on fire; she wanted to gasp and moan aloud, but Roland was a light sleeper, and as the ache she'd felt earlier peaked once again, Regina broke their kiss. Her jaw opened to let out a silent scream as her orgasm slammed through her again.

He growled softly in her ear, muttered between breaths, "Christ, I can feel you coming…"

Trembling and threading her fingers in his hair, she nodded, held her lips together while humming an, "Mmhmm."

"I can't hold back any longer," he told her, and she nodded. Her thoughts were a jumble as she rode out the rest of her climax. Not long after that his thrusts became erratic, his orgasm taking him too, and he thrust once, and twice more before filling her with a final groan.

Regina's legs fell from his hips, and shifting his weight he dropped down on the bed beside her. Both took a moment to catch their breath, and his hand came up to settle on her bump, caressing it in soft circles.

With his eyes closed, he felt her fingers thread with his where they rested atop her swollen belly where their child had been growing these last twenty-one weeks. He felt a light kick against his hand, and grinned. Another daughter, he thought. Even though Regina told him not to be so sure, insisted she was never so sick with Olivia, that only a man would do such a thing to a woman, he was still sure that it was a girl.

He chuckled, and heard her head turn towards him. "What?"

"Nothing," he opened his eyes to gaze down at her. She was smiling, and her dark eyes shimmered with a bright energy he hadn't seen in them recently. "I take it you're feeling better?"

She smiled, one of those satisfied coy things that had her blushing and looking down. God, he loved her so much.

"I am." Shifting onto her side facing him, she threw her leg up on his hip and scooted in closer to him. Gathering her in his arms, he reveled in the feel of her soft skin. It'd been awhile since he'd done anything but hold her. Her pregnancy had been taking quite a toll on her. It wasn't like they couldn't go without sex, but they'd always had a healthy appetite for one another. Regina had tried many times to apologize but he would hear nothing of it, had assured her that they would have time for each other later when she was feeling better.

Brushing his knuckles down her bare back, he felt her shiver and he asked, "Are you cold?"

Hearing her low chuckle, he was surprised when he felt her lips on his neck. "No."

It was his turn to grin, and he snorted a laugh, feeling her leg tighten around him, her hips grinding against his thigh. "More?"

She pulled back enough to look up at him. Bumping her nose against his, she arched a brow. "If you're up for the challenge."

Smothering his smile, he replied, "Always, my love. Always."