He had touched her. He wasn't supposed to touch her. He wasn't supposed to want to touch her.
It was an innocent thing, really, a simple graze of his fingers across her hand, but it had been enough to light a fire under her skin, trailing up her arm and shocking her heart. He wasn't supposed to touch her, but he had, reaching for Roland as the three of them had played in the fields surrounding the castle, and now she wanted him to touch her again.
She wasn't supposed to want him, but she does. She wants to feel his touch graze across her skin, to feel the warmth in his palms, to run her hands along his chest. And it infuriates her.
The door to her bedchambers pushes open with a loud crash, and Regina can't hold back a flinch at the sudden noise as Robin storms inside. "Please, for the love of God, tell me what I lodged up your ass this time?"
Regina grinds her teeth and turns away from her vanity to glare at him, shooting daggers from her eyes. "What is that suppose to mean, exactly?"
"Well," Robin slams the door behind him and begins pacing her chambers, rage boiling off of him in waves, further stoking the fires of Regina's flaming temper. He wasn't allowed to be angry, she was angry. "It seems that these days, my simple existence is enough to turn you into a right bitch."
Regina inhales sharply, her jaw falling open for a moment before she clamps it shut. "Don't flatter yourself, thief. Your existence is hardly so important."
"Oh piss off, Regina," Robin rolls his eyes, "You were fine until this afternoon, clearly I did something to ruffle the royal feathers."
"It's your Majesty," she spits, stepping closer to him and flashing any hatred she could muster through her eyes. "And I will not be spoken to in such a degrading manner by a peasant who smells like forest."
Robin clenches his jaw and lowers himself into a dramatic bow, holding his arms out wide. "My apologies, my Queen, but you are a royal pain in my ass."
"How dare you?" She says harshly, stepping closer still. He rights himself but doesn't move, doesn't flinch, and it aggravates her more. He should be scared of her, she could snap his neck like a twig, but still he stands before her, fuming and clenching his fists at his sides as she comes nose to nose with him. "I am a pain in your ass?"
"Oh more than that, I'd say." He finally steps away from her, pacing circles around her as she breathes deeply. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath, and the crisp air of her chambers does little to cool the rage blazing inside her. "You are insufferable, you are unbelievable, and you make every day in this bloody castle a living nightmare!"
"And why is that?"
"Because you're everywhere," Robin waves his hands around him, talking more to the thin air than Regina. "You're all I see, you're all I hear, you're all I think about, and every time I lay my eyes on you, you act as though I'm the bane of your existence!"
Regina's breath catches, and for a moment she simply stares at Robin, her eyes floating to the sleeve that she knows covers a lion tattoo. She clamps her tongue between her teeth, willing the tears that sting the backs of her eyes away. Now is not the time for this, she's not ready, she's too lost in anger to go down this path with him.
"Why, Regina?" Robin continues, taking one small step towards her. She steps back, and she curses herself for recoiling from him. "You know how I feel about you, it's no secret, the whole bloody castle knows, so why are you so insistent on pushing me away?"
"Because it doesn't make sense!" She exclaims, more flustered than she intends. "You can't care about me! You can't…"
"Love you?" Robin finishes, softer now, with only a hint of the ire he has been building. "And why the hell not?"
"No one can love me!" She shouts, clenching and unclenching her fists at her sides. She huffs as she looks over at him. At first he seems taken aback, whether from her refusal of affection or her over flowing amount of self loathing, she's not sure, but he stares at her only a moment before closing the distance between them in a few quick strides and crashing his lips to hers.
She stumbles back and he catches her, wrapping his arms around her beaded corset to pull her into him. She wants to resist him, she shouldn't be kissing him, but his lips are gentle, needy and passionate, but so gentle. No one was ever this gentle with her, as if they might break her. No one was ever afraid to break her, and she was so full of cracks now, she felt more broken than whole. But Robin, he seemed to want to pour his love into every crack, to pull all her broken pieces back together, to remind her that she has always been whole.
She pushes away from him, clinging to his shirt as she looks up into his blue eyes, now swimming with lust and confusion. She wonders if this was the first time she truly looked into his eyes, so close she could see the flecks of gold that surrounded his pupils, the length of his eyelashes, the depths of the blue irises.
"Why are you doing this?" She breathes, the burning rage that filled her belly extinguishing in an instant. "You don't even know me."
Robin raises his brow, and a slight smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "I don't know you?" He pulls her closer, pressing his chest flush to hers. "I know you're favourite colour is the light blue of the sky, and you wake every morning to watch the darkness fade into it. I know you hate tomatoes, and you dig them out of your supper when no one is looking. I know you care for my son, but it hurts you to see him and remember Henry."
Regina flinches, her eyes dropping to Robin's chest where she loosens her fingers, but doesn't pull away.
"And," he continues, "I know that you push me away because you lost the only person you love."
"Everyone…" she whispers, and he furrows his brow in response. "I've lost everyone I loved."
"I'm not going anywhere." Robin leans into her, pressing his forehead to hers. He really does smell like forest, like pine and damp earth, like the breeze rushing through the leaves, and for a moment Regina wants to bury her face in his chest and breathe in every last drop of forest from him. "I've loved you this long, and I'm still here." He pauses, pushes himself away from her, and she feels a pinch in her gut, afraid to let him get any farther away from her. "But if this isn't what you want…"
No, she can't have him thinking that. She wants him, has wanted him for longer than she realizes, and she can't lose him now, when she was so close. She grabs his neck and pulls his lips to hers, pressing all of her desire into him. They drink each other in, tongues meeting and hands twining with hair.
She'll regret this, she's certain. She can't accept affection from him, can't allow herself to be tricked into a fleeting moment of happiness only for it to be ripped away yet again. But his kiss stirs something in her belly, and his hands are sliding around her waist, squeezing her rear through her skirts and pulling her into him, as close as he can get her. She can't accept love, but she can accept lust, for now.
He's too delicate, kissing and holding her, and as much as she appreciates the tender moment, she wants him, now. She slides her hand down to his pants, finding him hard, straining against his pants, and squeezes once. The moan that escapes his lips fills her with smugness, sending a shock of desire through her core to pool between her thighs. She turns in his arms, never releasing his lips from hers, and tugs him backwards with her, stumbling their way to her bed.
His hands tangle in her hair, and for a moment she's frustrated, she wants his hands elsewhere, squeezing her breasts or slipping between her legs, but he tugs at the pins holding her dark curls up, letting them cascade down her back, and her irritation subsides.
"Bloody gorgeous," he mummers into her lips, and a spark of heat flares in her chest. This was different, he was different. Of the few sexual partners she's had, Regina has never found someone who wanted her simply for her. Sex was not an act of love, but an act of power, or a means for release. But the way Robin ran his fingers through her long hair, caressed her cheek, kissed her everywhere he could press his lips, Regina realized this was something far better.
As they made their way to the bed, they clawed at each other's clothes. Regina rucks Robin's shirt over his head, taking a moment to appreciate his well-toned chest, ignoring the jump of her heart at the sight of his tattoo - no, now was not the time for that - before tugging at the waist of his pants. Robin has a harder time, the laces of her corset are impossibly tight, and he can't for the life of him get them off. Regina gives him a low chuckle and removes his hands from her, expertly tugging at the laces to loosen them for him. She could use magic to remove all of their clothes, but she wants to see his reaction as he sees her, bit by bit.
So she stops pulling at his pants and stands before him, kissing his neck while he works at her corset, thanking the heavens she chose a dress and not skin tight leather pants this morning. Once it's loose, she steps back and lets him pull it off, revealing her bare breasts to him. His eyes darken, greedy and hungry, as he takes her in. She's still wearing a full skirt, and he pushes it down awkwardly, stumbling in his need to get her completely naked for him. She falls back on her bed with a laugh, watching as he rakes her body with lust filled eyes.
"Good lord," he breathes, tugging at the laces of his own pants and pushing them to the floor. "You are glorious."
"You're not too bad yourself," she replies smugly, her eyes falling to his cock once his pants hit the ground. Oh god, she wants him, this is going to be amazing. He smirks as he climbs on top of her, kissing her again, more desperate now, a little more sloppy, but she doesn't mind, not in the slightest.
She reaches down and wraps her fingers around his cock, god he's so thick, and pumps him lazily. He groans and bites her shoulder, his hips jerking into her touch.
"Eager, thief?" Regina muses, sighing when he trails his kisses down to her breast, sucking at one pebbled peak gently before tugging harder, making her gasp.
"Only as eager as you, your Majesty." He slips his fingers through her folds and the moan that falls from her lips borders on embarrassing. She's wet, so wet, and it only grows worse with each tug of her breasts, every slip of his fingers over her clit.
Yes, she's eager, and she needs him inside her now. She pumps his cock harder, pressing her fingers tighter while squeezing her thighs around his hips, and he laughs, how is he laughing right now, she can't think of anything but the friction she so desperately needs on her clit.
She rolls her hips again, and he swirls his fingers around her entrance before dipping them inside her and pressing, pushing, thrusting, Gods it's amazing, he tilts his hand with each pump, hitting that spot inside her effortlessly and she moans loudly, too loudly, shit what if someone hears them? Fuck it, no one comes to her wing of the castle, she can scream his names to the heavens and no one would be the wiser.
He presses his brow to her chest, occasionally moving to tug her nipple between his teeth, while he hits that spot again and again, coiling tension in her belly, and god it's perfect, but she wanted his cock, not his fingers, and if he's – oh god, it's so good, so so good – going to make her come, she wants him inside her.
"More, Robin," is all she manages between gasps and sighs, and he presses his fingers harder, adding a third, and no, that wasn't what she meant, but feels amazing, perfect, it's stretching her gloriously and the coil inside her tightens further. "No, no – shit ah! I want you… oh God Robin, yesss… inside me, n-now – oh!"
"I want to taste you first," Robin mutters into her stomach, and the tension building inside Regina dies instantly, replaced by a nervous pit in her belly.
"What?" Regina asks incredulously, what the hell does he mean?
Robin lifts his head to meet her eyes as she pushes herself off the bed, resting her palms on the blanket to see him. He furrows his brow for a moment, narrowing his eyes cheekily at her before slipping off the bed and kneeling between her legs. He plants hot, open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, moving closer to her aching sex, and for a moment she is content with the shocks his lips send up her legs. But then he turns to her core and trails his tongue through her folds, flicking her clit once and making her jump.
Her whole body tenses, and he notices instantly - of course he does, he notices everything - and he lifts off his knees to look into her face. "Are you alright?"
"I - uh…" Regina stutters as she looks at him sheepishly, suddenly very self-conscious. "I've never…"
Robin's brow knits again, and his eyes widen when he realizes what she means. "You… No one's ever gone down on you before?"
She feels ridiculous, embarrassed, a grown woman who's never had someone do something so intimate to her, but, well, the king would never bother pleasuring his wife in such a way, and Graham had been more of a frantic fuck than anything else. This seemed too personal, too generous, and who would ever suggest doing something only for her?
"Do you want me to stop?" Robin asks, as genuine as always, while he rubs her outer thigh in soothing circles. She hesitates; does she want him to stop? She had certainly heard that it was pleasurable, and if she hadn't panicked, she supposed his tongue had felt good. If he was as good with his mouth as he was with his hands, did she want to deny herself something he was offering her?
She shakes her head once, and he nods and kneels before her again. "If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?"
She nods and lies back on the bed, focusing on relaxing her muscles as he peppers her inner thighs with kisses. She feels anxious, and considers telling him to just get on with it when he slides his tongue slowly through her folds again, hot and wet, and the sensation zinging through her has her gasping.
He chuckles into her, flicking his tongue on her clit quickly, and she bucks her hips into him. Oh yes, yes this was definitely worth it, why had she never done this before? Why had she never asked this of Graham? Why – oh god, he sucks her clit firmly once before pressing his tongue flat and lapping at her, and yes, yes, oh god it's perfect, it's amazing.
"Oh Christ," She hisses above him, and he hums into her, vibrating through her core. The tension returns to her belly, coiling tighter as he sucks and laps at her, and she rolls her hips into him, encouraging him wordlessly. He moves to slide his fingers back into her, searching for her g-spot again, quickly finding it when she groans loudly, and he presses and presses.
"Oh God, Robin – oh!" She writhes above him, pleading him for more, harder, faster, and he follows her instructions flawlessly. She makes notes of what she likes, as does he it seems, how he presses firmly against her clit, when he sucks it between his teeth, when he swirls circles around it as he pumps against that spot inside her, and god, she will be asking for this again.
Suddenly she's spirally, gripping his hair to keep him in place, and her moans turn to shouts as she tells him "I – I'm close, don't… yessss Robin don't stop please - AH!" He tugs her clit between his lips and she's thrown over the edge, shouting her release to the ceiling as the tension in her belly spills through her limbs. He brings her down gently, slowing the pumps of his fingers as she gasps for air, pushing his head away from her thighs.
"I'd say that was successful." Robin laughs as Regina rolls her eyes. Her cheeks feel red, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure, and as Robin stands she wraps her legs around him.
"Shut up and fuck me," she says bluntly, and he groans as he grabs her thighs and hikes them higher, wrapping them around his hips.
"Don't talk like that."
"Oh?" She muses, and she grinds her hips against his hard cock once. "You don't do dirty talk?"
"Oh trust me, I do, but I fear it won't get us very far." He lines himself up and sinks into her, filling her and stretching her perfectly, God he's perfect, and her mouth falls into a slight "o". Robin smiles as he leans over her, tilting her hips and thrusting once slowly, testing to see if she was okay.
He's so gentle, so considerate, and for a moment she's taken aback by this man, someone who wants nothing from her but her own pleasure, someone who cares about hurting her. She doesn't know how to respond to such kindness, and decides that now is not the time to think about his tender heart when he's balls deep in her, about to fuck her brains out. So she decides to rile him up, to torment him, and she talks.
"You feel amazing," She whispers in his ear, and he groans as he thrusts once into her, harder than before, making her gasp in response. "I love how – ah – how you feel inside me."
"Regina," he grunts, and yes, he should say her name again, should never stop saying her name with such desperation and desire. He thrusts faster now, and any clever sly thing she planned to say falls from her lips as he pistons into her. It's so good, so so good, better than anything, she doesn't want it to stop, wants more, needs more.
"Ug – Robin… I – yeess oh god – more, please… d-deeper."
He lifts off of her, met with a small sound of displeasure from Regina, and hooks both her knees around his elbows before leaning forward again, bracing both his hands on either side of her. He pushes into her again, hard and deep, and oh god yes, yes this is so much better, how can it be better? Every thrust of his hips brushes against her clit, pulsing waves of new pleasure through her, tightening every muscle, pushing out every thought that isn't oh god yes just like that.
"Gods, Regina," Robin huffs, "You're… bloody amazing. So hot, so wet." Regina chokes on a shout that begs to rip from her throat, the sounds escaping her sounding so unlike her, so feral, so guttural. But she can't be bothered to care, is too busy focusing on holding back her screams because it's so good, he's hitting that spot and it's spreading heat all through her body. Robin seems to notice as she clamps her jaw shut, and he murmurs hungrily, "Don't… clam up on me now, love."
He's smiling at her, a cocky knowing smile, because he loves that he's doing this to her, loves that he's driving the tempered queen to madness, but she can't hold back as the tension tightens in her stomach, god the pressure, it's amazing, and she lets the next moan fall freely, loud and throaty. He grunts in response, thrusting harder and oh god – oh shit, shit, it's just enough to free the tension inside her.
"I – I'm gonna… I – fuck!" Regina launches into her orgasm, arching off the bed, throwing her head into the bed beneath her, screaming a loud AHH for the entire castle to hear. Robin lifts off the bed again, dropping her knees and gripping her hips as he thrusts through her climax, pushing and pushing her farther, and she sees stars, groans every sound of pleasure for him to drink in.
She comes down from her high as he spills into her with a loud "oh shit," slowing his hips until he stills inside her while they both gasp for air. He frees himself from her, sending one last jolt of pleasure through Regina, and he flops next to her on the bed, making them both bounce for a moment. Regina giggles - god when was the last time she giggled – and rests her arms across her bare stomach, finding herself pleasantly sticky with sweat.
They lay silently for a moment, their laboured breathing the only sound in their after glow, not touching each other for the first time in… how long had it been? An hour? It must have been more, Regina's inner thighs already ache with tenderness, and her eyelids weighed down with exhaustion.
Eventually, Robin lifts off the bed silently, grabbing his pants off of the stone floor and jumping back into them. Regina sits up slowly, still groggy from fighting the sleep that threatened to pull her under, and watches him slink over to where she'd thrown his shirt across the room.
"What are you doing?" She asks hoarsely – god, her voice is hoarse, how was she going to explain that to Snow?
He pulls his shirt on, barely turning to face her. "I can't imagine you want me to stay."
"Why not?" She asks instantly, before she can put much thought into it. Truthfully, he should leave, the last thing they needed was Snow popping in to check on Regina after her show of temper at dinner and finding her cuddled next to Robin, rather naked. But she didn't want him to leave her, he felt safe and, despite her insistence that she couldn't love him, perhaps she owed him more than a quick fuck in her chambers after he pissed her off.
"You don't want this," he said simply, "Us."
Damn him, damn him to hell for always knowing what she was thinking, perhaps he had a little magic in him after all. But he is wrong; she does want him, she wants him in a way she couldn't explain yet, like he was a forbid fruit, perfect and unwelcome to her the likes of her, someone so blackened and broken. She doesn't deserve this, but damn it, she wants it.
He turns to leave - slowly, but leaving nonetheless, and it pulls the words out of her mouth before she can stop them.
"Please, wait!" she calls after him, and he pauses, but doesn't turn to her yet. "I… I know I'm not… I'm a mess. I'm complicated and messy and nothing easy. I don't deserve someone like you, I say terrible things to you, I lash out and you still always come back to me. I…" She stumbles over her words, unsure of her meaning, of what she wants him to understand. She doesn't even understand, for now, she just wants him here. "I just… don't want you to leave."
He traces his gaze over her, running from her dishevelled hair and swollen lips down to her bare toes, and he can't suppress the childish grin that spreads across his features.
He bows dramatically, tipping his head to her. "Who am I to deny a queen?" She bites her lip to hold back her own grin, and rolls her eyes at his mock formality. He tugs at the neck of his shirt, pulling it over his head to drop it back on the floor and pads over to her bed. "Move your naked arse over and get under the covers."