DAY 2 -PROMPT: ROBIN AND REGINA CAN'T STAY AWAY FROM EACH OTHER AFTER MARIANS RETURN
**Now i know most of you are thinking vault and hell 99% of the time so do I, but I decided to pick a different scene and go from there**
SO THIS IS SET ABOUT 2 HOURS AFTER THE CURSE OF SHATTERED SIGHT IS BROKEN (4x10) :) ENJOY AND REPLY
**THE MAYORS MANSION**
She was exhausted, the toll today had taken on her body overwhelming, even her magic seemed to be fatigued. Groaning she pulled another little shard of glass from her palm, a light stream of crimson dripping from the cut. For a half moment she lets out a chuckle to herself, Snow had literally thrown her through the glass wall at the sheriffs department. The whole situation had gotten ridiculous, and when they all finally came to after the curse was broken, Regina didn't know whether to laugh or run. She had come back and nearly killed Snow. Her stomach violently churns at the thought of "what if"…..that would be the end of her, no one in this town would forgive her, not even Henry.
Wincing as another shard is pulled from her hand, her mind wanders….to him, always to him. She begged him to stay away from her, knowing that the Evil Queen wouldn't have thought twice before disposing of the wanted Outlaw. She needed him to never see her like that, at her worst, darkest and most ruthless. That was in the past, and she wanted to keep it there.
"OWW‼ DAMMIT"
The tweezers she held in left hand slip a bit to far and the piece of glass in her palm cut deeper. It stings and blood trickles gently down her wrist.
God why won't her magic just refuel. She grumbles pressing the cold cloth to her hand to try and take away the pain, numb it away like she has to do with everything else. As she leans against the kitchen counter, a heavy exhale escapes and her eyes close.
"In need of some assistance M'lady?"
She nearly jolts from her leaning position as her eyes fly open, only to be captured by an ocean blue gaze. Her heart thrums rapidly for a moment, before she can calm her nerves down "God, you scared me".
He smiles small at her before taking a few steps into the kitchen, "I apologize, never the intention". He is only a few steps away now, and she can feel his warmth hugging her like an invisible embrace. Extending his hand out, he lightly grips her injured one and raises and eyebrow in question.
"I went through a glass wall" she huffs out in half amusement half annoyance.
His own forehead creases at her words, but she shakes off the probing expression. He doesn't need to know about what happened. Gently he pulls off the half blood soak cloth from her hand and rotates her wrist a few times, assessing the damage in quiet.
She watches his eyes, that burning feeling in her stomach beginning to glow at the touch of his fingers against her skin. They stand impossibly close to one another, his hips pinning her to the counter top as he inspects her wrist. She wonders for a brief moment if he can hear how hard her heart in pounding, thrumming at an ungodly pace just at the proximity of him. They are magnets for each other, that sharp pull towards but she knows that this can't happen. He has a wife, and a family, and he has to go back to them.
Her arm jerks and she winces hard when the last shard of glass is retracted from her skin. He is quick though to wrap her hand back up into a clean cold towel. Gently he presses a kiss to her knuckles as he holds her in his palm, his other hand running up and down the length of her forearm.
"Thank You" she whispers into the silence between them.
"What was that?" he smirks back at her.
Rolling her eyes, she can't help the smile that break out of her face, and she bites down on her lower lip to keep it from growing into a giddy love sick puppy look. They lock eyes for a moment, the emotions that swirl behind them matching. It's a battle, hope and love fighting desperately against the sadness and loss. It's a battle Regina knows is already fated against her.
"Thank You" she pulls back from him, needing space before her body gives in. His lips crash to hers before she can move further, his hands gripping around her face, holding to her him. Her heart skipped a beat as her fingers gripped his green jacket. She could drown in the taste of him, mint and caramel whiskey, his forest smell invading her senses, it made her mind fuzzy with warmth.
You can't have him….
Her mind betrays her in an instant and she wants to cry as she wraps her arms around his neck, hugging his body to hers.
He isn't yours anymore…..
His one arm wraps around her back, securing her body to his, the other hand glides through her ebony locks, silk through his fingers.
Villains don't get happy endings….
She breaks apart from his lips with a heavy sob, her forehead sinking down into the crook of his neck. He hugs her tighter as she body begins to lightly tremble under him. His heart aches, physical pain that runs through his body, it's like a thousand hot pins poking into him at the same time. He buries his nose into her hair, inhaling the smell of home, the light rose scent that clings to her skin.
"It's not fair" her voice is thick as it stutters between her tears.
They stand there clinging to one another, lifelines that are being forced apart. He knew that going to her the other night in the vault would only complicate things more, but it's her, and he can't live without her. He tried, and it was awful, his heart empty and suffocating without her.
"I'm Sorry" his lips whisper against her skin and her knees buckle under his apology. He catches her quickly, before sinking to the ground with her, pulling her body into his, laying her head to his chest as he wraps his arms around. He sits with his back against the bottom cabinets, into the corner where they wrap around to the other side. His eyes flicker to the drops of blood that speckle the wooden floor and it tears at him. She shouldn't have to deal with all this pain alone, physical pain, emotional pain…it's to much for one person to have to deal with alone….but it's partially his fault that she is alone….he thought he needed to keep his vow to God and stay with Marian….but love isn't like a faucet you can just shut off. He wished for her everyday.
Her crying seems to subside as she pulls her self from his embrace, smiling weakly at him before letting the last heavy tears drop. His thumb automatically goes to wipe them away as if it is second nature for him. She leans into his palm, his warmth anchoring her to reality when all she wants to do is float away.
"You should go" her voice cracks.
Robin simply shakes his head, "I'm where I meant to be"
She pulls back further, needing to put distance between them, her back now leans against the opposing cabinets, her legs still trapped in his, but that is okay for now…she doesn't want to completely lose the feeling of him. Her head rolls to the side, resting against the wooden cabinet, her heart beating painfully heavy. His fingers find hers, tugging them into his own before running his thumb up and down the length of her ring finger. They sit in this strange tense but comforting silence for who knows how long, the minutes tick by without their recognition.
"You have to save her Robin"
"It doesn't seem right that I have to lose you in the process though"
She smiles and squeezing his fingers "She's your wife, you—"
"You are my soulmate" he cuts her off.
Her eyes flicker down to his tattoo, her other hand leaning over to caress the black ink. After the night she ran from him in the tavern, she silently wondered who he was, where he was, what if she had gone inside….for years even as the Evil Queen, in the back of her mind, was always the lion tattoo. She ran again in Storybrooke, and finally, finally when she decided she could do it, open her heart to another man, it was incredible. Loving and being loved by your soulmate was beyond anything she could have imagined. And now her heart was beyond repair as she sat across from him, still loving him completely and knowing he loved her back, but fate was a bitch….they couldn't be together, once again her happy ending was taken away and there was nothing she could do.
"So much for timing…." she halfheartedly laughs as a lone tear falls from her eyelashes He catches it with his lips this time, kissing away her anguish. His lips peck against her cheeks, up to the corner of her eyes and back down to the side of her lips. She turns slightly, kissing him back chastely, once, twice, three times before he pulls her back to him, hoisting her up to straddle his lap. She kisses him over and over again, her fingers cupping his face, threading into his hair.
His fingers trail up her spine, across the expanse of her back that is covered by the white cotton shirt that hugs her curves. The pants she is wearing pull tight across her thighs and hips, seemingly threatening to rip apart at how she is seated in his lap. His hand moves to her front, unbuttoning the gold clasp at the front of her slacks, the action has her rolling her hips into him as she moans into his mouth. The zipper is tugged slowly down, and Robin breaks from her lips as he watches the peaking of black lace uncover beneath his fingers.
"Robin" her voice shakes as his fingers smooth across her newly exposed skin, "Robin we can't….." Her hands push back on his chest, creating some needed space between them. Her eyes are filled with tears once more as she flicks her gaze to his. "We said this wouldn't happen again….she's your wife. You need to save her Robin" Her lower lips trembles as she bites down on it, swallowing back the waterfall of emotions that build.
He shakes his head and covers her hands with his, "I loved Marian, and for years I dreamed of having her back" Her heart clenches at his words as she slightly recoils from him, but his hands hold her steady as he brings his knees up, trapping her body against him, leaving not but a breath of space between their lips. "But, the way I loved Marian, pales in comparison to how I feel about you. You are my soulmate, and people search their entire lives for their other half. We found each other Regina, and I am not giving you up, you are it for me"
Her heart beats frantically in her chest as her forehead leans into his "What about Marian?"
He sighs hard before lifting his hand to cup her cheek "We will find another way, I am not going to stop trying to bring her back, but I need you to believe that this is true, Regina"
Her gaze flicks away from his but he tilts her chin back to meet his eyes once more.
"Regina, I Love You" his emphasis on the last two words sends a pulse wave through her body, her heart glows till the point she thinks it may explode in her chest here and now. Her lips part in a dazzling smile, the wetness in her eyes falls now for happiness, and in this moment she will allow that to happen. She can cry because she is happy, and she loves him, and he loves her.
In a swirl of purple smoke, they are upstairs, Robin laying on top of her, nearly naked save for their undergarments. His eyes dance as a smile pulls against his face, deepening the dimples that drive her crazy.
His palms run along her ribcage as his eyes devour her body. It had been only two days since they had slept together in the vault, but his body ached for her as though it had been years. Leaning down, his lips find her skin at the top of her breasts, kissing along the swell of each before his fingers unclasp the lace black bra from behind and it fall off her body. He can see the way her skin flushes a light shade of pink, her breathing picking up as he dips back down, pulling a dark nipple into his mouth, lavishing the peak as she arches up into him.
Her nails drag along his back, lightly dancing across the muscles that expand across his shoulders. She whimpers as he bites down on her breast, suckling hard before switching to the other side. His breath is hot against her cool skin, and it sends a river of goosebumps down her body. He leaves a trail with his tongue down her abdomen, gliding over her taut skin, he relishes how her stomach contracts and relaxing through her aroused breathing. Her kisses just about her pelvic bone, half on her skin, half on the lace that covers her from him. Her back arches into him, a silent begging, one to which he will more than happily oblige to. The material slides from her legs before he leaves it dangling on the ankle that drapes over the bed.
Gently he bites and nips the softness of her inner thighs before letting his tongue soothe away the red marks, going from the inside of her knee down lower and lower till he hits the junction of thigh and hip. He drops a light kiss knowing it's one of her secret hidden gems that sets her body on fire and her body squirms under him in response. A breathy call of him name followed by the feeling of her fingers scratching against his scalp sends him back, sucking and nipping at the pulse point, his hands pushing her thighs apart as she rolls her hips, arching her back into his lips. With a satisfied smirk, he leaves the sensitive spot with a deep red mark that will last for days. Kissing his was to her core, he drops his forehead to her lower abdomen to a moment, his arms wrapped around her thighs just to hold her to him. He loves her, every part of her, but this could possibly be his favorite thing, the way she responds to his touch, the slight tremor of her thighs, the flush of her skin, how she bites down on her lip to hold back the screams his ears love to hear. For a moment his heart clenches painfully in his chest, knowing that he is causing her pain, he is the cause of her pain, something he had promised he would never be. He exhales hard, before kissing lightly below her belly button. He doesn't want this to ruin the moment, he wants to give her pleasure, love and security. But before he can move down to where she is needing him most, a light hand stops him and blue eyes filled with regret meet concerned dark chocolate brown.
She sits up and tugs him into the same position, so that they are chest to chest before she wraps her legs around his torso, hugging her body flush against his. Her fingers brush the stray hairs from his eyes as her other hand rests on his chest above his heart.
"It's not your fault" she smiles at him, hoping to ease the obvious torment that rages inside his beautiful eyes.
His forehead drops to her chest as his arms hug to tighter to him, her chin resting on the top of his head as he nuzzles into her. She draws light patters on the skin of his back, tugging his hair gently with each glide as she leans into him further, letting her body act as his comfort shield.
Her lips find his neck, and she drops light kisses to the curve of it, along his shoulder and back again, repeating the motion until his tense body finally relaxes, his muscles give way and he leans into her further, reciprocating her kisses with those of his own along her chest, collarbones and neck.
It amazes her how she is able to be like this with him, vulnerable and open, wounds exposed and emotions at the surface, its the kind of intimacy she has never had with a man before, even Daniel. There was always this slight reservation to them, more so out of fear of her mother finding out than anything, they never got to share these moments together of total abandonment.
"I Love You"
He pulls back with a jump, his eyes wide as a smile beams on his face. She smiles back brightly at him, it feels wonderful to actually say those words out loud to him, just because she wants to. He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and leans in to capture her lips, murmuring against them "And I You". She smiles into his kiss, pulling her body up a touch higher so he can situate himself at her core.
Her body slides down but they never break their lips apart, through their matching moans, they stay connected. Her hips roll gently as his palms grip her skin, letting her move their pace as she wishes. Her hands run up and down his chest, before securing behind his neck. It's not about that fiery passion, the need to race to an end, to devour one another in pleasure. They rock slowly together, trading languid tongue filled kisses and gentle caresses because that is what this moment has given them, the time to just be with each other, without the fear and pain that awaits outside the bedroom door. This is their safe place, tucked into one another, letting love pour through them through each movement.
Her heart burns in that warm glow, lighting her body on fire for him, The way his hands begin to grip tighter at her hips, how his lips push harder into hers, the beating of his heart under her palm racing like a stallion. She loves every piece of him. The tight coil in her stomach heats up and her body takes over, clenching him inside her as she lets out string of breathless whimpers into his neck. She clings to him as pleasure rolls through her in waves and she can feel his rhythm falter, his legs trembling beneath her for a fraction of a moment before he groans her name and releases into her.
The minute click by silently, the sound of their panting breath the only noise in the room. She leans in and kisses him once more before wrapping her arms around his neck and letting her body melt into his embrace. They don't move, though he is still inside her, they just sit together connected, soaking in each other's heart beats.
"We should probably bandage your hand properly M'lady"
Her body shakes with a laugh as she pulls back to look him in the eyes.
With an arch of her eyebrow and a devious smile, she retorts in her husky tone "I don't remember asking for help"
He laughs before crashing his lips to her, a light squeal falls from her throat before he pulls back, matching her expression though it's to hard for him to keep a straight face
"A simple thank you would suffice"
And she is thankful – that he is here, with her, making her laugh, chasing her fears away…but most of all she is thankful that he is wrapped in her arms just because he love her.
