A/N: Hello! It's vacation here and I promise to update as soon as possible. After all, I've got more time to write stories now that I've graduated.
I just have to tell you guys, I loved Regina's hair in the brand new episode! It frames her face really well and it suits her. I just wish the musical episode would already air. I'm so excited!
This is the second chapter.
Prompt: Regina and Robin are in a foster home. Robin's parents and girlfriend just died and he's new. Regina is ordered to wake him for the day but she arrives in his room with a very unexpected surprise.
P.S. There's a bit MaidenHood at the start. I hate it but I had to.
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"Wake up, babe." He hears her soothing voice and he feels her hand on his arm, shaking him.
He groaned sleepily. "Mmm... kiss me first." He leaned up, asking for his girlfriend, Marian's, lips against his.
"You'll get that kiss later, birthday boy." Robin had his eyes closed but he could hear her smile in her voice.
"I want it now." He grumbled, stirring unconciously.
"I'll give you more than one later if you stand up now."
That gets Robin to it up immediately and force his eyes to open.
He looked at his beautiful girlfriend, a smug smirk in her face. "I'll hold you to that."
"I'll be disappointed if you don't." With that Robin ran to the bathroom to take a shower, looking forward to the rest of his day.
"Hey, Regina!" Granny shouted from the kitchen.
"Yes, Granny?" A fifteen-year-old Regina Mills entered the kitchen where she could see the older woman slicing and dicing some carrots and onions with the sickly sweet optimist Mary Margaret Blanchard and the hot slut of the house, Ruby Lucas.
Granny is a rich woman who owns the foster home. She has a lot of rooms in her house and even though they were only little space in each, the children in the home were happy they didn't have to share their rooms with each other.
"Everbody is awake except for the newcomer, Robin Locksley. Would you please go to his room and wake him up?"
"Sure, Granny. He won't know what hit him."
Regina ran to Robin Locksley's room. The sixteen-year-old boy had just been in the foster home for a few weeks. His parents had died, along with his girlfriend, Marian Maid in a car crash. He was pretty devastated so he hadn't talked much, hadn't ate much; he spent all his time inside his room, doing God knows what. Granny had gotten worried the first few days but luckily, the 'princess' Mary Margaret assured her it was normal for a person to be in that state, probably because of shock at the loss.
Regina, however, had spent almost all her life in the home. Her parents separated when she was about 3 three years old. Neither her mother nor father wanted her so they dropped her in the foster system. She doesn't get along with most of the other kids in the home, though, because she's kind of dangerous when she gets irritated or angry.
But like everyone, she has a best friend. Let me rephrase that, best friends. The first best friend she had was Mal Drago. She had blonde hair that swept along her shoulders and has aquamarine eyes. They got along so well because they were both sassy and had some extraordinary views in life.
The other best friend she's had is Rose Belle. She goes by her nickname Tink. She has blonde hair like Mal but she always keeps it in a bun. She is a carefree girl who liked to party and is very friendly. Tink and Mal always fight but they are always there for each other.
Regina slowly peeked in Locksley's room. Granny had all of the boys' room blue and the girls' pink. Regina never liked pink so she asked Granny if she could have her room painted black and white. Granny told her she had to buy paint with her own money. So, naturally, she had to work for it. She applied as a cook in Granny's kitchen and there, she learned to cook. Granny gave her money until she could buy a bucket of paint. She painted her room herself and it turned out beautifully.
She entered the room and tip-toed to his bed. She took a glance at his face and found him absolutely cute. Upon their first meeting, Regina was dumbstruck. She never thought someone could look so... handsome while grieving. She hates it when his blue eyes are in pain. It's like his pain connects to her soul. She had yet to see his smile. She wondered whether it was crooked, or simply kind.
She took a deep breath and shook her head. She couldn't possibly like him. He barely talked. The only times she heard his voice was during meals. He had asked for the viand that he can't reach. She thought his accent was endearing. It made her smile secretly. And his stubble... Oh God, that stubble. It was neatly trimmed the first time they met and now, it's growing, giving him a dirty look that wasn't supposed to turn her on but did.
Hesitantly, he reached his arm and shook it. She could feel his bulging muscles from underneath his dark green shirt. "Hey, Locksley. Wake up. You'll be late for breakfast."
She waited for a response. When she got nothing, she shook his arm again. This time, she got a sleepy groan.
He stirred and she finally heard his accent again. But the words that tumbled from his perfectly carved mouth isn't what she expected.
"Kiss me first."
Regina's eyes widen. She, of course, was attracted to him. Who could not be attracted to him? His face is chiseled expertly. It's like it was fucking carved by Michelangelo, she thought.
Okay, fine. She wants to kiss him. So bad. He wasn't going to be her first kiss(if she did kiss him). That was already taken by her first love, Daniel Colter. He got adopted some time when she was thirteen.
She sighed. There's no way she was going to be a reboubd on that girl, whatever her name is. She made her voice louder, hoping it'll get him out of his sleepy trance.
"Wake up, Robin." She used his name. It's the first time it rolled off her tongue. And she liked it.
"I need that kiss first." He whisperd. Then, he leaned his head up, definitely waiting for her lips to collide with his.
Regina was torn. She wants to kiss him... but she knows... she knows it's hard to like someone who isn't over loving someone else.
She has to make a decision.
She took a deep breath and leaned in slowly, letting her hot breath tickle his lips. She had her eyes directed right on his lips so she didn't notice that the eyes of the owner of those lips were wide open, staring at her.
"What are you doing?" He said, sitting up and moving away from her.
"Well, I was about to kiss you." She smirked.
"Why?" He asked, clearly confused. So, he didn't remember asking her to kiss him.
This is going to be fun.
Robin was woken up by hot air directly headed for his lips. His eyes had opened and he saw the girl that was avoided and feared by everyone in the hous except for her close friends, the aquamarine-eyed blonde and the green-lover blonde.
"What are you doing?" He sat up, moving away from the (beautiful, intriguing) brunette.
"Well, I was about to kiss you." She smirked smugly.
"Why?" He was confused. Why was she in his room? Why had she almost kissed him? Why was she smirking smugly like she knows something he doesn't?
"You asked me to." She out on an innocent face. He narrowed his eyes at her and looked directly into those beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
"Really? You're blaming me?" He raised his eyebrows. "Maybe you just wanted to kiss me." He moved to her, her face inches away from his. He took a long look at her lips. He could see a scar on top of her upper lip. He wondered how she got it.
Regina's breath was caught in her throat. Robin was staring at her lips.
Suddenly, the room temperature rose and she could feel her limbs and her palm sweat. She could feel her panties get extremely wet. She is only fifteen years old but she was no virgin.
Despite being so turned on, she managed to say her words in her infamous regal tone. "And why would I want to kiss you?"
He looked up at her eyes and she bit her lower lip seductively.
Oh God. She's biting that enticing lips of hers.
He could barely breathe. He was getting lost in her eyes but he never wanted to be found again.
Truthfully, Robin has been-what was the word?-astounded, ever since he saw the brunette. She doesn't know who she is but he faintly remembers the green-lover blonde call her 'Regina'. Robin thinks it suits her. A stunning name for a stunning queen.
"Well, it is me we're talking about." He said, smirking. "And don't even think that I don't see you stare at me whenever I go out of this room of mine." He whispered that last part.
Regina can't remember what she was here for.
All she can think of was wanting to feel his lips against hers. She was tempted to grab his thin cotton shirt and pull his lips to hers in a bruising kiss.
But she didn't.
"So, you look at me too, then. That's the only way you'll know I stare at you." She said, throwing the embarrassment back to him.
"What if I do?" He throws back, not backing down from whatever game they're playing.
Regina's mouth opened, like she was going to respond but was interrupted.
"Is he awake?" Granny's voice vame from downstairs, her voice barely audible.
Regina bites her lower lip seductively before shouting back, "Oh, he's very awake."
He stares at her in confusion at her comment and she glances at the bulge in his pants. He looks at the same direction her eyes went and his eyes widen then grabs a pillow to cover his erection as she walks away from the room, giggling in amusement.
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