Pairings: Robin/Regina
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Robin's new habit crept in slowly. At first she, of course, assumed it was to keep up appearances in front of the Camelot court. However, more and more often, he began doing it when it was only the two of them.
She had been distracted with trying to find answers about how to help Emma, so she didn't think much of it. After a several day long session in the library, though, Henry and the Charmings had staged an intervention of sorts to convince her she needed to slow down and take some time to relax. She hesitated, but even Emma insisted that she was fine, for the time being, as long as she could avoid magic.
Regina had to admit that it had been nice. After being forced into less working hours she had more time to spend exploring Camelot with Henry. He even, eventually, shyly admitted to his crush on Violet.
She and Robin also had more time together, something that had really needed after being separated so many times. It brought them so much closer, which was how she began taking note of his new habit.
It did strike her as odd, but she dismissed it as him simply falling back into old patterns being in a land that was more like theirs. In the Enchanted Forest he'd have been raised a certain way, and he didn't have 28 years of living in Storybrooke under the curse to have lost those instincts.
At the same time, though, that explanation didn't feel right.
He was Robin Hood. The most famous agitator in Misthaven. He would be the last person to concede to authority without thought.
Of course, that did make her think, again, that it was a calculated move for the sake of their hosts/observers. Addressing her as a queen to make sure they saw her as one.
It didn't explain, though, why he continued to do so even when they were alone, and she didn't think it was because he was afraid of slipping up and addressing her by her name in front of one of the denizens of Camelot. If anything, it seemed like the times the words "my queen" fell from his lips were the slip ups.
Thinking him teasing her, she'd begun teasing back when it happened, and each time he'd look slightly embarrassed before answering "Sorry, Regina" or "Sorry, my love".
It was only when she realized that it wasn't just when they were alone that he tended to address her that way, but at very specific times. Times when his arms were wrapped around her and she was leaning back into his embrace, or when they'd just broken away from a heated kiss.
It was that observation that finally made things cement in her mind. He wasn't doing this out of ingrained habit, or desire to blend in, or even intentional deference...he liked it!
At first she hadn't been sure how, or even if she should, address this theory.
The perfect time came, though, one night after retiring. They had spent the afternoon with Henry, and then dinner at court had been much less tense than previous occasions.
Both felt relaxed as they closed the door to their chamber, and she caught sight of Robin watching her in the mirror as she took down her hair and removed her jewelry. She coyly smiled at him in the glass, and he returned it, moving over to rest his hands on her hips and press a kiss to her hair.
Dropping her necklace onto the table, she turned in his arms and kissed him.
As they broke apart he stroked her cheek with his thumb, staring lovingly into her eyes.
"Are you happy, my queen?" he asked.
She nodded, "Yes."
Smiling he leaned down to kiss her again.
Regina returned it briefly before easing back, "Robin, I need to ask you something."
"What's that?" he asked pressing kisses along her hairline to her temple. She was determined not to let herself be distracted, though.
"Why do you call me your queen?"
He stopped almost immediately at the question. Pulling back he cleared his throat and muttered, "Sorry."
Encouraging him to look at her with a hand on his cheek, she responded, "I didn't ask for an apology. I asked why you did it."
He shifted uncomfortably, and answered, "It's nothing, Regina."
"If it's nothing why do you do it?" she pushed.
He sighed, glancing away from her. Chewing the inside of her lip, she decided to take a chance. Reaching up, she gripped his chin...not too hard, but firmly enough to turn his eyes to meet hers.
"Do you want me to be your queen?" she asked.
He stared into her eyes, but didn't say anything.
"Answer me!" the demand fell from her lips instinctively.
She saw in flinch slightly, but the look in his eyes was not one of fear as he answered, "Sometimes."
Her hand dropped away from his chin as she took in this confirmation of what she'd already suspected. She wasn't sure, at first, how she felt about it. She loved how attentive Robin was. How he tried to take care of her in a way so few in her life ever had. Of course, she couldn't deny that part of her would always miss the power of being a queen. Even as mayor, particularly after the curse broke, she'd had to concede a lot of the control she was used to having.
Looking back up at him, she said, "I can do that...sometimes. If that's what you want."
He looked hesitant, "Regina, you don't have to."
"If I didn't want to I wouldn't've offered," she assured him, asking again, "Is that what you want?"
Swallowing, he nodded wordlessly. His assent sent a zing of exhilaration that she hadn't expected through her, and sent a jolt of white heat between her legs. Maybe she liked this idea better than she realized.
Licking her suddenly dry lips, she drew herself to her full height. Even in heeled slippers she was shorter than him, but that had never stopped her before.
"Then kneel before your queen, thief," she ordered, though her voice came out more husky than authoritative.
She heard his breath catch. Very slowly, he lowered himself until his knees settled on the stone floor, arms still wrapped around her hips. Taking a deep breath he pressed his face against her stomach and let out a heated breath that she felt even through her gown.
"Regina," he breathed, turning his head to one side.
She stood for a moment as he held onto her, contemplating what to do next. Gently, she moved to stroke and tangle her fingers in his hair.
"This is certainly unexpected of you," she purred laughing, "Robin Hood, the famous anti-authoritarian thief wanting to be ordered around by the Evil Queen?"
He huffed in clear annoyance, but didn't pull away and the only words he uttered in response were, "You're not evil."
Using the hand she had tangled in his hair, she tilted his head back to look into his eyes. The look in them was a strange combination of both defiance and submission. As if two desires were warring within him. It was a little confusing to see, but she considered...maybe that was part of the appeal?
Lips curling into a devilish smile she answered, "We'll see if you still think that in a little bit."
He let out another heavy breath, "Gods, Regina."
"What did you call me?" she asked evenly.
Quirking his lips, he corrected himself, "My queen."
Frowning she pried his hands away from her hips, "I didn't say you could touch me."
With a less-than-contrite smile, he answered confidently, "I do apologize profusely, my queen."
Crossing her arms she stepped away from him, taking a moment to think. Making a decision, she stepped up the small dais to sit on the bed.
"You have quite the smooth tongue, thief," she commented, holding his gaze as she slowly gathered her skirt up until the hem reached her knees, "Perhaps you need to put it to good use."
He clearly was not adverse to the idea. Almost immediately, sliding one boot out from underneath him to stand.
"Ah!" she stopped him mid-way up with a raised hand, "I didn't say you could stand, either."
This time he did hesitate. He clenched his jaw as he lowered himself back to his knees. His eyes burned with anger as he began to creep up the dais toward her. Regina shifted uncomfortably, thinking that she might have gone too far. She was just about to tell him to stop, when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
A small yelp of surprise escaped her lips as he wrenched her legs apart and pushed her skirt the rest of the way up her thighs. As he looked up into her eyes she could see defiance in them, but also that his pupils were blown wide. Her breath caught at the sight. Sending her one last heated look he lowered his head under her skirt. Her head lulled back as she felt him hook a finger into the crotch of her panties, the one modern garment she'd insisted on keeping, and yanked them to one side.
She bit her lips as he ran his tongue up her slit, easily finding the swollen nub at the top. Light moans and sighs fell from her lips as he swirled his tongue around her clit, teasing it to almost unbearable hardness.
Shifting forward, he suckled her sensitive inner lips in between his, running his tongue down to her opening. She gasped, dropping her hands to his head.
Dragging the flat of his tongue back up her core, he latched onto her clit and began fluttering his tongue over it.
"Oh God," she breathed, clutching his head tightly. She would come quickly if he kept that up.
Robin groaned against her sex as she angled her hips to press herself more firmly against his face. She felt him remove one hand from where he was holding her knees apart. Glancing down at him through lidded eyes she saw his hand disappear under his jerkin. After some brief fumbling his arm began moving in a distinct rhythm. A wave of excitement washed through her at seeing that he was liking this as much as she was. Seeing him get so excited just at giving her pleasure.
She was so close. Just a few more seconds and she'd be gone. The last thing she wanted to do was stop, but, on the other hand...this was supposed to be for him. She'd said she'd be a queen for him.
Moaning in frustration she lifted her slippered foot to press down firmly on his forearm, and used the grip she had on his hair to wrench his head up to face her. His lips were slick with her essence, and the very sight caused her core to clench painfully with want. After she was sure of her ability to speak, she growled, "Did I give you permission for that?"
Looking at her incredulously, he groaned, "Regina!"
Eyes flashing dangerously, she abruptly let go of the grip she had on his hair. Taking a deep breath she commented, "You aren't very good at following orders are you, thief?"
Smirking he answered back, "Afraid I never have been."
"Well I'd say it's time you learned," Regina answered. Tugging on the collar of his jerkin, she ordered, "Take that off and get up here."
As he dropped his leather jerkin to the floor and crawled into the bed, she shifted back to give him room, wincing as the movement increased the ache between her legs.
She pushed him on his back and straddled his thighs. Pushing his shirt up, she untied the laces on his breeches.
"Now, thief," she instructed, "I'm going to have you the way I want, and you're going to keep your hands to yourself while I do!"
He grinned smugly, "Whatever my lady wishes."
Leaning over, Regina gripped his shoulder hard, digging her nails in through his shirt, "Your what?"
"My queen," he breathed.
She nodded in acceptance, sitting back onto his thighs and going back to opening his breeches. His cock was heavy and thick in her hand. She stroked him experimentally a few times, causing his eyes to flutter closed.
"You also aren't to come until I say so," she commanded.
That caught his attention, causing him to look at her with surprise and even slight alarm.
She raised one eyebrow, "Understood, thief?"
Swallowing hard, he nodded.
"Can you handle it?" she questioned, "Or do you need me to make sure you obey me this time?"
He looked at her questioningly. She raised her hand and informed him, "I can do that."
Catching her implication, he made a strangled noise in his throat that had her briefly worried he was on the verge of a fit. He turned his head away so that he was pointedly not looking at her, and reached down to grip himself at the base. She watched him take a few even breaths, figuring out what he was doing.
"Interesting," she muttered to herself, making a mental note that they should definitely try that sometime even if it wasn't now. That sort of body manipulation was simple. She'd never thought to do it before because, in truth, she had no complaints about his stamina or ability. However, she could easily use magic to keep him going, or bring him back, as much as she wanted.
When he seemed to have himself under control, she ran one nail along his jawline to catch his attention, "Alright, thief?"
"Yes," he answered roughly, moving his hand back to his side.
With an nod of approval, she gathered her skirt up to pull her dress over her head. With the long sleeves and laces it was a lot more difficult than she anticipated. Once she finally got it off, she tossed it aside and brushed her mussed hair from her face with an irritated huff.
Robin smiled up at her endearingly. Rolling her eyes, she used magic to poof away her bra and panties rather than moving to take them off.
Shifting back into character, she took him in hand and pressed his cock against her folds.
"Still think you can handle it on your own?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, meeting the challenge in her eyes.
"Alright, you'd better," she warned as she shifted her body up his hips and used her hand to guide him inside her. She slid down his length inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside her.
Taking a breath she gave them both a moment to adjust, before shifting so that she could rock her hips up and down at an angle that hit the right spot inside of her. She moaned in pleasure. Her knees were slightly cramped, but she ignored the discomfort and kept going.
Gasping she reached down to press her fingers to her clit, keening at the feeling building up inside her. She could already tell this was going to be so very good. Arching her back, her orgasm washed over her, rattling her body all the way to her toes.
Through the aftershocks, she was aware of Robin writhing beneath her, gripping the sheets tightly in his hands.
Collapsing onto his chest, she brought her lips to his ear and murmured, "Let go. Come for me."
The moment the words left her mouth, his hands flew to her hips, gripping her harshly and he buried himself inside her to the hilt and came with a shout.
His grip on her hips loosened as his orgasm faded, though she suspected bruises would show in a few days. With a sigh she laid against his shoulder to catch her breath.
Bringing one hand up to the back of her head, he buried his face in her hair, kissing across her cheek, nose, and eyelids.
"Thank you," he murmured softly.
She smiled, thinking to herself that she was just as grateful to have found someone who loved her...both the woman and the queen.
THE END