Okay, so this is just an added part to Promises By The Sea and it's just an extra bit that can be read or can't be read, it's up to you. Anyway, I wrote smut again and I fail at it. But here it is. Read it, don't read it, it's up to you.
His finger traces down her nose, going left across her cheekbone and trailing along the bone of her jaw. He drops a kiss to the mass of dark hair, one his other hand is playing with, twirling the ends around his fingers. His other hand runs back up the side of her face, resting there as his thumb pokes out and begins to stroke the spot.
He can't stop touching her. Never wants to let her go. He can't go back to that castle, go back to that farce marriage- it's ridiculous, how was this ever a good match?
Regina moves in his arms. One hand stops swirling in her hair but the other keeps caressing her face, even as her eyes flutter open and she gives him a sleepy smile, one rarely seen but it goes straight to his heart and pierces it, makes him love her even more.
This is what he's wanted, he realises. A normal life. A normal life away from politics and arranged marriages- just wake up with the one he truly loves and trade smiles and kisses and everything else and just be content and happy.
And he can be with Regina.
But he also wants that for her. Wants to make sure she's happy and content. Wants to give her the love and life she'd been lacking since she was born. Wants to show her that she can take and not have to give anything back. Wants to show her that more than anything.
So, he stops his stroking and brings his hand away. As he does so, Regina frowns, eyes still closed but she is very much awake. He brings a finger to her lips, gently whispers a shh and trails that finger down her neck and past her breasts, down and down, circling her stomach and belly button and hears Regina suck in a breath as his hand steers more to the right, trailing down her leg, skimming the outside of her thigh then slowly making his way back up the inside.
He pushes her the rest of the way onto her back, her legs falling open, allowing his finger to travel the rest of the way up her sensitive skin.
She lets out a shaky breath as his fingers graze her, sliding down and slipping into her, instantly circling that spot.
Her hips move in time to his circles, her head falls towards him, capturing her lips with his as she grows slicker with each rub.
She's growing restless under his ministrations, hips bucking as he sinks deeper into her, whisper of I want you inside telling him that she's close.
But he refuses her, his mouth hovering over hers as he whispers back, Later. This is for you. And she's content with that, it seems as she grapples for the bedding beneath them.
Robin nuzzles at her neck, breathing in her sweat-mixed scent as she clenches around his fingers and comes with a cry.
He begins slowing down his circles as Regina's body goes limb and he peppers open mouthed kisses on her shoulder before pulling his fingers out of her.
Regaining the ability to move it seems, she turns onto her side, nuzzling against him as he wraps an arm around her, bringing her to him.
"Thank you."
The words are said so quietly that Robin thinks he imagined them. Still, he presses a kiss to the top of her head and says; "There's no need to thank me. The pleasure was mine, milady."
He expects some comment but instead he gets a hmm before the sound of her evened breath tells Robin she's fallen asleep.
It'll be his last night in this cottage. Regina can say here, if she chooses to, but he'll have to go back to the castle, stay there for a while, collect as many things as he can get before coming back and picking her up.
He won't leave her. And he won't let her go back to Leo either. He made a promise to her; a promise he tends to keep. He won't leave her out in the cold.
