This is super late, for Dark!OQ Week - Free Day. (it's also smutty so). Thanks to Bea, Hannah, and Jen for being so encouraging, and Bea for helping me with words. :)
A magic bean takes concentration to be used properly. Unfortunately, Regina's mind is anything but focused as she uses that bean. She meant to transport them to her castle, but certain thoughts bubble in her mind, thoughts that have her second guessing that decision, has her mind racing through several different, safer corners of her kingdom instead. She's somewhat surprised when they arrive in the middle of an old trail, a mere mile from Snow's summer castle. The nostalgia and happiness of the moment - of knowing that they made it, makes it happier than she can imagine. She should wait, should make the treck to her castle herself (or hell, use her magic to poof herself there) but there's such an appeal in bringing Robin to Snow White's castle. She can't resist, can hardly wait to share a lust-filled night in the princess's bed. In fact, the debauchery of it all is too powerful to resist.
Besides, Regina's castle has… memories. And issues. And things she needs to discuss with him, places where they cannot go, places where her mind wanders at times, and no, she'd rather not deal with all of that right away.
"This looks like my realm," Robin says cautiously as they make their journey.
"It's almost exactly like yours in every way. Except the people are real, so we are going to have to try to kill less. Oh and my son won't be urging every man, woman and child to hunt us."
"Mm," Robin says, winking at her. "Sounds a bit boring, no?"
"Oh, I think we can keep each other's interest," she says in that deep, smooth voice of hers.
He looks at her warmly, biting his lip as his eyes take over every part of her body.
They haven't spent too terribly long with one another, but still, she knows what that look means. And thank god, because she wants to rip his clothes off just as badly as he appears to want to rip hers off.
But they will both have to wait.
She's been giving him the same heated look he's been shooting her, but she turns away now, and focuses on the road before them. "Come on, I have a lot to show you," she says, ignoring his suggestive Oh yes you certainly do response.
When he fails to get a rise out of her, Robin takes a an interest in their destination. He picks up speed, darts through overgrown woods and sighs out a puff of frustration.
"Can't you... use your magic to transport us there?" he asks impatiently, as they continue their journey.
"Robin of Locksley, man of the forest, now can't even stand do a one-hour hike…" Regina clicks her tongue disapprovingly, "I guess I have made you soft, after all."
"Soft isn't the word I'd use to describe how you make me," he grunts. "And I haven't had time to explore your body without threat of death hanging over us in forever". He grabs her and pulls her close, arms looped tightly around her waist, lips inches from her own. "I've been dying to pay you proper attention, so let's just go…" He nibbles on her neck, pressing kisses between small bites, and it's absolute heaven.
"I want to take you on a stroll through our new town," she argues, though her voice has that edge of need she can't hide. She wants this as badly as he does.
"Let me take you here," he begs. It's a tempting offer, despite the damp coolness of the forest now, she rather enjoys the passionate, aggressive romps on the ground amongst dead leaves and rotting bark... god, if mother could see her now…
"No touching until we reach the castle doors," she chides, removing his hands from her hips and walking in front of him, leading the way to their destination.
Close now.
"If you really didn't want me to touch you, I can't imagine why you picked that dress to wear," he says pointedly. And well, she can't really argue with him there. The red velvet and lace dress with the tightly drawn corset is one of her favorites, built for seduction, and it's exactly why she wore it today. Robin goes on, "It certainly doesn't look comfortable, and it can't be keeping you warm… lord knows the only thing it does is make my mind into mush."
"Do you want me to change?" She spins around and asks in feigned innocence.
He can't help but chuckle and shake his head. "No, I'm rather taken with the view."
"We're hiking through the beautiful woods of my realm, you better appreciate the view of the sights I show you," she chides, unable to keep that ghost of a smile from appearing, just a shadow underneath the stern gaze she throws him.
"Do you know how good your arse looks in this thing?" he asks, "I promise of the thousand mental pictures I intend to take of your lovely backside, I'll keep in mind to pay proper respect to the beautiful foliage framing each shot. Okay?"
"That is acceptable," she says dryly, and then she spins back around and continues to lead him down the trail.
He responds by giving her ass a good squeeze. " This is quite acceptable, as well."
It has her lips curving into a smile. The other Robin would never do that, he was always respectful and delicate with her body, if she said 'no touching' even in jest, he was completely hands off. And while Regina appreciated that, the Queen finds she likes a firmer touch.
"Just acceptable ?" she asks, not bothering to turn around, "Perhaps I should find a new suitor who is more appreciative…"
"It's bloody marvelous," Robin interrupts, "and as for being appreciative, oh believe me, I am, but you are set in not letting me show you my appreciation."
She's ahead of him, so he can't see her smile, he can only hear her haughty little remark about how patience is a virtue, but truly, she fights for her own impatience the whole way to Snow's god damned castle.
And he continues to grab at her, tries to win her over with scorching kisses and dirty words, and he very nearly almost has her caving when they pass a large, thick tree and he whispers all the deliciously sinful things he wants to do to her against its trunk.
But she resists, because to give in would be to lose, and queens do not lose. The Princess's castle is in sight now, and Robin catches a glimpse of it and moves beside her, no longer needing to blindly follow.
"In my realm this was Queen Snow's castle," Robin murmurs in her ear.
"Mine too," Regina acknowledges.
He looks at her with pure curiosity and hums. "I thought we were going to live in your castle." There's something in his voice, as if he's aware there may be a problem there.
"We are. We'll go there, in due time. But…" she sighs in that breathy way she knows he loves, and runs a hand up his arm. "This castle has been abandoned since the first curse was enacted, and besides, it's much closer."
"Not bloody close enough," he mutters under his breath.
He follows her orders, though, somewhat. He may have been unable to resist touching her throughout their walk in the woods, but he doesn't take her in his arms until the second they enter the castle.
He pushes her against the large wooden doors and kisses her with a hunger she hasn't quite felt before. One hand gropes greedily over her ass, while the other slowly pulls at the skin tight fabric below her waist.
"Part of me wants to rip this dress right off you and part of me can't bear to ruin such a work of art," he pants hotly into the bare skin of her neck. He sucks and nibbles on her pulse point until she shudders with pleasure
"Don't... you... mm!... dare," she whispers back, but what does she really care about the dress? She'll just magic it back together.
"Or else what?" he asks, and then he does it, ripping at the scraps of lace covering her chest, the teasing display of skin she used to love tempting her victims with…
And he just goes along and breaks right through it, and he's devouring her, and she should definitely be threatening his life right now, but she's wet and hot between her thighs, and she can't begin to care.
"You'll pay for that later," she mutters halfheartedly, and he just chuckles, his mouth doing delicious things to her exposed breasts, murmuring Yes, gods, please, punish me.
She's gasping for breath, and the pent up lust inside her combined with how he's working her up right now, and the constrained breathing due to the corset has her dizzy and drunk in pleasure, and at this moment all she can focus on is the feeling of him against her.
She palms the back of his head and pushes down. He lets out an indulgent moan and lets her bring him to his knees in front of her.
His hands skim up her back on the way down, and she feels his nimble fingers undoing her corset. She wants to protest, wants to keep this powerful dress on as long as she can, but suddenly her lungs can fill with air, her bruised ribs scream relief, and the idea of being out of it seems much more enjoyable.
He lifts up the skirt of her dress and moans at the sight of her, completely bare, with no underclothes to speak of.
That had been an interesting secret to keep through their stroll.
He doesn't bother taking the dress off, just dives underneath the thick velvet and brings his mouth to her sex.
She throws back her head and lets it hit the cool wood behind her as her hands card through his hair.
He's eating at her like he always does, in that unrelenting ravenous manner, licking through folds and swirling around her clit, moaning at how wet she it, and it's good, it's very good, feels amazing….
But he's half underneath the thick velvet of her dress, and she can't see his face like this, nor hear his muffled whimpers, and that's... not ideal either.
The dress will have to go, she thinks under the delirious,blissful pulsing through her nerve endings. She braces herself harder against the door, but her knees are already giving, already feeling dizzy and weightless. She won't be able to stand much longer, she was already dizzy from lack of oxygen thanks to that damned corset, and combined with the thigh-trembling pleasure Robin's giving her with his tongue and the precarious heels she's in... she knows she won't stay standing before he can bring her to orgasm.
She has to sit down.
But that gives her an idea...
"I want... Robin, I want you on Snow's throne..." she gasps, and when there is no response, she taps him, shakes at his shoulders, which has him stopping the delightful movements of his tongue and peering back at her.
"What?" he asks. He's red faced from having his face buried underneath the thick fabric, a little sweaty, and just seeing how hard he's been working for her has her feeling warm and soft inside.
"I want you on her throne," she responds, stroking his cheek lightly.
"Oh fuck," he mutters, "please, lead the way."
But this time she poofs them right to the throne room. She poofs her dress away too, so she's sitting there, on Snow's royal throne, naked with her legs spread, Robin kneeling before her.
She smiles at him and leans back on the throne, drapes her left leg daintily over the carved arm of the chair, and then once again palms his head and pushes it between her thighs.
"Eat," she says in a voice far too breathless to sound commanding.
He goes willingly, lapping up her wetness, lips skimming over dampened thighs first, each pass of his tongue making her ever more sensitive as he avoids her clit for a while, draws the pleasure out, makes her more desperate for it.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?" he groans into her sex, staring up at her in a way that almost looks predatory.
"Robin," she breathes, "make me come."
"Yes, my queen," he moans. That... shouldn't be as irresistible as it is, she is so different from Regina in that respect, she actually likes her title, she doesn't love it being used all the time, but using it now, here, it's enough to have her body trembling already. His lips and tongue are finally where she needs him, doing delicious things to her clit, making her whole body tingle warmly.
He's good at this, has obviously had enough practice to work out a move, a series of movements and swipes of his tongue that are different and varied enough to keep her body guessing.
She gasps and sighs, tugs at his hair, hips rolling into his mouth as she grinds against his tongue.
"That's it— mm! Fuck, yes, like that... don't stop, don't stop making me feel—oh!"
She gets the sudden urge to look down, to look at him kneeling in front of her. She catches his eyes immediately, mouth hungry and moving sloppily between her legs, but eyes completely focused on her own. He's been looking at her this whole time, and apparently already knows her body so well he can rest his eyes on her face while he eats at her. There's something undeniably intimate about that, but Regina puts that out of her mind for now, focuses on how provocative it is, being watched from this position, how she can see the lust pent up and looming in his eyes, feel how badly he wants her as he - ohfuckinggodthatsit!
She feels the soft vibrations of a laugh against her, just a second, but she's gripping his head tighter, legs open wide, wanting all of him, everything he can give her.
She feels fingers circling her entrance, and he stops licking at her for just long enough to ask, "Would you like my fingers, my queen?"
"Mm, yessss!" Her hips are rolling in a steady rhythm now, gaining friction against his tongue, and she wants his fingers too, wants to clamp down on them as she—
Robin thrusts in two fingers in one quick, smooth movement. He's crooked them just the way he knows she likes (those fast romps in the forest have done wonders for their ability to give each other what they need in record time), and then he's moving slowly and deeply in her while his tongue darts and presses and swirls on her swollen, aching clit.
"You're going to make me come," she moans, "soon, so soon, keep going, I—"
She opens her legs further and holds his head against her, rocks into him and god, that's good, so good, just needs to be a little—
"Faster," she breathes, and it sounds like a plea, except that a queen does not beg, not ever. But god, the way he feels, at this moment, she would do almost anything to keep this.
He thrusts his fingers faster at the same time he quickens the movements of his tongue against her, and fuck, he's reaching in that spot that ignites her, has warmth pooling low in her belly and spreading with every thrust…
"Mm, Robin, you feel— I need—"
"I know, gorgeous, I know," he raps against her, "gonna make you come, don't worry…"
He switches her up, gives her those firm, slow licks that make her shiver. And when he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks, every nerve ending lights up, and she feels those little spasms start inside her, and oh fuck, fuck, right there…
Orgasm bursts inside of her, blossoms and spreads molten warmth inside her, it feels so fucking good, soothes the throbbing ache that had been building from the moment they stepped foot in the realm.
Robin doesn't let up, keeps eating and fucking at her, until it's too much, until she shoves him from between her legs, still trying to catch her breath.
He smiles up at her devilishly, lips coated with her own arousal, and Regina drinks in the sinfulness of the moment, here in the throne room of her so-called step-daughter. She stretches and lets out a little giggle, soaking in the serenity of the afterglow.
He smiles back at her and surprises her by asking, "Do you know how many times I've dreamt of doing this, here?"
"Oh, please tell me you didn't dream of fucking Snow White on her royal throne," Regina groans, "I don't think I will ever be able to look at you the same—"
"No royal in particular, and never Snow. I believe it was King Richard's wife that brought it on," he says with a smile.
"Queen Aria," Regina chuckles, righting herself on the throne. "She was... interesting."
"She pardoned me when I was a boy of about 16. I was set to spend a week in the gallows for theft, but considering my age…" He shrugs. "She made me kneel in front of her and put my head on her lap and promise I would never steal again. I made such false promises while she stroked my hair and told me it wasn't too late to turn my life around. She may have meant it maternally but as a lad of 16 I did not take it as such." He winks at her. "And thus I had wet dream after wet dream of pleasing the queen right here on her throne. Sometimes with an audience, so if the mood ever strikes…"
Only he would suggest something like that, something so public and debaucherous. Regina raises her eyebrows and smiles. "I'll consider it. But for now, I've always wanted to do something."
She poofs them then, transports them to Snow's bedchambers.
It's... well, very Snow White. Flowers and birds cover the walls and the comforter on the bedspread. God, it's as if she hadn't aged since she was 16.
Regina doesn't hate Snow — she can admit that to herself… so this desire to defile her bedroom, it's not out of hatred or revenge. It's purely because she finds the idea downright comical. And knowing Snow, this poor bed has never experienced sex that isn't absolutely boring, and she owes it to the room and the bed to give a good performance.
Robin surveys the room with wide eyes, an amused smirk on his mouth. "I feel like I'm in the bedroom of a 12 year old," he mutters, "If I weren't turned on to the point of pain, this room might have killed the mood."
"Turned on to the point of pain?" Regina asks, gripping at the waistband of his pants and pulling him flush against her. He is hard in his trousers, solid and pulsing through the fabric, and she smirks in satisfaction.
"You just made a fantasy of mine come true and I had... mm !... time to do you right…" His eyes go shut and his jaw drops as she strokes him through his pants.
"Oh, you like taking your time, do you?" she purrs while unbuttoning his shirt.
"Love spending as much time between your legs as you'll let me," he answers in shaky breaths, "you're so gorgeous from there, you've no idea…"
He's letting her take control, letting her work him up as he stays somewhat passive, and that's... unusual for him, is more reminiscent of his doppelgänger.
She usually prefers the more aggressive approach, but there's something about this moment that makes his restraint sexier. Perhaps because she can see how hard he's holding back. Perhaps because he had just shared a very intimate fantasy of his, a fantasy where he was under the Queen's command, and this feels like part of it.
And she'd like to play along.
She takes off his shirt and indulges in the sight of him, planting soft bites along the muscles of his chest, letting her hand skim down the middle of his torso down to his belly button. He shivers, and it thrills her.
And then she unlaces his trousers, and he groans and thrusts his hips forward as if on reflex.
"Eager," Regina whispers, kissing his mouth with a soft gentleness not befitting the mood. He wants hard and rough and passionate, and oh, he will get it, but she intends to play with him first.
"I wasn't lying when I said there was pain," he grunts, "I've been hard for you for that entire god damned hike through the forest, and then I got to taste you... Regina, a man can only take so much…"
He still has his boots on, and undressing him seems... far more complicated than she wants. So she magics the rest of it off.
He lets out a loud whoosh of air when he realizes what she's done, nodding his approval (there's an agreement that she not use magic on him without asking first, but it seems this is an exception).
"Lay down on the bed," she directs, pointing to the tacky floral bedspread.
He does, and she throws a fireball into the fireplace, and draws the curtains shut. The room is now dimmed, with just the faint hint of sun peering through dark curtains, and the subtle light of the fire.
She kneels between his legs and smiles, looking at his throbbing erection. She strokes him, firm but slow, revelling in the way his hips jerk up into her touch.
"Need you," he gasps, "Please, gods, please, Regina…"
He's never begged before, not in this way, where he sounds so desperate for it. The power she feels over him thrills her, but there's something else, a little undercurrent of pleasure in knowing that he trusts her, she thinks. He's letting her take control now, even though it's out of his comfort zone to do so.
She smiles tenderly at him. "Call me Your Majesty," she breathes. "Now, this," she takes him in her hand again, "is in some need of attention, isn't it?"
"Gods, yes," Robin moans. She only need take her hand away for an instant before he catches on and corrects himself. "Yes, Your Majesty," he breaths, "Please, I've wanted you all day, I—"
"I told you to spend our time in the woods taking in our surroundings, did I not?" she asks in a firm voice, still stroking him, slowly, enough to work him up but not to push him over the edge.
"Mm, yes! You did, you did…"
"And you chose to spend the whole time staring at me, didn't you?"
"Yessss — gods, you feel amazing!- Yes, Your Majesty, I wanted you so bad, kept staring at you in that tight dress... mm! You looked so tantalizing... so bloody sexy..."
"You should have listened to me," she coos. "You'd be in far less need now… you wouldn't be aching for it…"
"Mhm…" he grunts, "but that would have been far less fun for me… it was worth it..."
"Was it?" she asks, looking down at his throbbing erection with curiosity. "Or are you only saying that because you know I'm going to ride you like there's no tomorrow?"
He chuckles, a short little thing, and then he's serious again. He's too far gone for humor or banter, it appears, so he counters with an aroused, thick-voiced, "Gods, you've no idea how much I want to be inside you now…"
"But you didn't listen to me," she reminds him, "and there must be consequences…"
Her hands leave his shaft in favor of his balls, cupping and squeezing in a way that has him squirming and moaning. Her other hand travels up his body, her fingertips reaching a nipple and giving it a fond twist.
He likes that, it's something she'd never explored with the other Robin, but this one happens to like his nipples being teased. It has him arching his back and spilling out curse words left and right, but he does not reach for her, does not reach for himself. He lets her control him.
"I think I should get to play with you for a while." She smiles when he gulps and nods.
She works him up for a while, licks and sucks his nipples, kisses down his torso, takes him in her mouth for a stroke or two and then releases, licks down his shaft and gives his balls a nice tongue-ing, works him up just enough to get closer to the edge without fear of actually falling over. It's still exciting, seeing him clutching the bedding and thrashing his head. Sex with each other is still relatively new, and this, sucking his cock, well, that's quite new.
He's writhing underneath her, letting out little whimpered pants each time she teases him by releasing his cock from her mouth and hands, denying him her touch for a few minutes. He looks... really irresistible like this, his eyes opening wide and then closing them tight when she does something particularly devilish, his jaw quivering, adam's apple bobbing with every hard swallow…Then there's the sounds he's making, little whimpers and gasps spliced between deeper moans.
His hand falls over his eyes, rubs aggressively over them and up over his forehead, through his hair, while he shouts "Oh please, Your Majesty, don't stop…"
But she does, oh she does, she releases his cock from her hands and crawls up his body to kiss him. She could say it's part of the game, that she's torturing him more, drawing this out as long as possible... but the truth is that he looks really passionate and sexy and she really, really wants to kiss him.
She can't remember wanting to kiss someone so much. At least, not before the other version of Robin set foot in her life. Sex, the desire to obtain a release, that was always there, but the need to kiss, to be close, that's on the list of things she never thought she'd have again, and she still can't believe she does.
He moans into the kiss, grabs at the back of her head and presses into her. Regina pulls away, shaking her head teasingly. She is in control here, not him.
"Sorry... I... you feel so good, I can't help myself…" he sighs, he moves up to meet her lips for an instant but catches himself, lays back down on the pillow and waits for her.
"That's right, lay down right like that," she directs, "don't move."
"I want to touch you," he begs. "Let me—"
"Here…" She grabs his hand, and moves it, down to the apex of her thighs where she's wet and ready for him. She lets herself rock into his palm for a few moments, lets her juices coat his fingers and palm, moaning as the heel of his hand presses perfectly into her clit. And then, just as soon as she's given this to him, she takes it away, moving out of his hand with a coy smile.
She brings his hand to her lips, runs her tongue over them for show, and then takes his ring finger to her mouth, sucking and licking her own wetness off it. She closes her eyes to take in the taste, fighting a smile as she hears his strangled moan.
When she's cleaned his finger thoroughly, she offers the index back to him, pressing it against his lips. He parts his mouth with a groan. He sucks at it in earnest, looking the very picture of aroused. He releases his finger with a wet pop. "Tastes so good," he murmurs, and then a plea, "let me touch you more, let me…"
Regina just shakes her head, shimmies down his body, until she's back between his legs with his hard, swollen cock in her hands. She smiles up at him innocently and directs, "You're not allowed to come."
And then she takes him in her mouth.
It's taken her a while to enjoy this, but she does enjoy it now, just as she had when she was part of Regina. She enjoys the way he trembles at her touch, the odd sense of power in having his most sensitive parts in her hands and mouth. He's always so grateful. The other times she's done this for even a few seconds in foreplay, he's told her how brilliant she is, how much he loves her mouth, and how it makes him feel, and it just has her wanting to do it more…
Still, she's only given his cock a few test bobs, but she's going to rectify that now. She's going to blow him in earnest, try to make him come as hard as she can and see how well he's able to resist.
She works slowly back up his cock, licking and then giving the head a firm suck before releasing him from her mouth, laving the very tip before diving back for more. She uses her hand to slide back the foreskin, kisses the tip of him sweetly. And then swirls her tongue around the underside of the head, sensitive for every man, she'd imagine, but particularly so for him.
He groans and lifts off the bed at that, curses and thrashes a bit. "Feels so good, mm! Re- Your Majesty, gods if you keep that up I, I won't be able to—"
She has pity on him, works her tongue down the base, sucking as she takes him as far down her throat as she can. She's relaxed now, has her magic, has a whole castle to herself, and the beautiful man under her is completely at her mercy. And she finds her throats opens, accepts him as he goes further down than anything should, particularly anything this thick, but as her nose reaches his pubic bone, a sense of pride she didn't expect to feel swells up inside her.
"Oh, gods! fucking hell... didn't know you could do this it's so good, so, so good, I—ohhh!"
She loves that she can make him feel this good, to the point where he loses control of his mouth and lets loose these terribly sexy sounds, it sends chills down her spine, has her feeling bold and powerful.
She laves her tongue back up his shaft and then takes him back in, repeating the action,swirling around the head at every pass. And it's not long before those moans turn more desperate,until his legs twitch and his hips buck.
"Gods, I— fuck, Regina, gorgeous, you've got to stop I'm—"
She releases him from her mouth immediately, giving his cock a light, playful smack.
"Your Majesty," she corrects. She expects to hear him argue with her, or refuse to correct himself with her title. This Robin is not quite so willing to accept her orders as the old Robin, after all.
But it seems he's too far gone to argue, moans out a "Your Majesty, please!"
She smiles and wipes excess saliva from the edge of her mouth, and offers a throaty, "I'll go slow."
She does, takes him in at a snail's pace, tongue sliding leisurely against that throbbing vein down his shaft, and his hips are jutting, legs damn near spasming. He moves his hands to her hair. Doesn't pull on it, doesn't try to direct her movements, just combs an appreciative hand through her locks, fingers scratching at her scalp in a way that sends shivers through her body, reminds her of how badly she needs her own release.
"Fuck, you're so bloody gorgeous," he moans, and god, that is not helping, the warm liquid feeling in her belly grows, her clit starts to throb a bit with neglect.
She sucks on him sloppily, and it's delightfully uncouth, letting the noisy slurps and sucks echo through Snow White's bedchamber.
When his moans and sighs become more desperate, begin to sound more like urgent whimpers, she pulls back, gives his cock one last, firm suck, and lets her tongue roll off of him, slowly, to the tip.
She could have easily finished him, she thinks, and she will finish him with her mouth, one day, soon. But she's been thinking of fucking him in a soft bed for weeks now, of riding him without hurting her knees, or being under him without throwing out her back. And she's aching for it, has been for a while now, so if she's running the show tonight, there's no reason to deny herself any more.
She looks at him in the eyes, keeps her expression as stern and stone cold serious as possible, warning, "Don't you dare come until I do."
And then she straddles him, lines him up with her core, and impales herself on him.
This body is new, in some ways, and Robin is the first and only man to be inside it. The thought of that is so delightfully adorable to her, that after all her sexual conquests, the Queen ends up losing her virginity to her true love.
And she can't imagine bedding another ever, quite frankly, so it's likely this will be it for her. She has the memories of those other men who were not worthy of her, but none of the markings left by them. So sex, this sex, is new to her body still, has her muscles stretching in the best way to let him inside, as his groans echo her soft sigh of relief.
He's already a bit too far gone, it appears, he's got a palm over each eye and is biting his lip so hard he may draw blood.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he croaks, "Gods, please— I want to make you come, please go slow, please..."
She's never been one for fulfilling requests, and certainly isn't one to follow orders, so she does the opposite, and takes him hard and fast. She swivels those hips until she's able to find the right angle, then braces her hands on his chest and fucks him wildly.
The pace is fast and satisfying, but not nearly as satisfying as the sound of Robin pleading her to stop.
"Please, gods, so close, you feel— mm! Your majesty, I beg you, I'm going to explode…"
She shows him mercy and does slow down, savors every inch of him as it slides in and out of her.
"Mm, that's it," she groans, "you fill me up, so, so good.."
"Don't say that," he whimpers, "I— I'm trying not to…"
But it's fun this way, so she leans over him for a second, only to nibble on his earlobe the way he loves, whispering, "You feel fucking fantastic. Best I've ever had."
And she means it, truly. He may be tied for first, but he's tied with a version of him that shares the exact same body and cock. She always thought it'd be a betrayal to admit how much she loved sex with this version, but somehow... it feels oddly freeing to admit it.
He seems to appreciate the significance of the few words, and he moans back a simple "You're the best I've ever had, too," but he squeezes her hips with a sort of affection that warms her heart.
She fucks him at a rather lazy pace, watching his face as he struggles to control himself, trying not to rock his hips in to meet hers (and failing, of course). On a particularly hard thrust, her insides go molten, white hot currents of electricity dart through her, she feels her muscles contracting around him, and that's it, she's close now, so close… just needs a bit more, a bit faster...
"Slow... down... please…" he's never looked more desperate, vulnerable, with his teeth clenched, eyes screwed shut. He's not going to come, she's sure of it, it's going to hurt him for a bit, but their releases will be worth it.
"Can't," she says breathless, "you feel amazing, I can't stop…" She fucks him faster now, desperate for her own release.
She doesn't expect him to flip her. Not at all. And she should be absolutely livid when he throws her on the bed while they are still joined and takes the position above her, but, well, he looks so fucking delectable, sweaty and red faced and almost angry, hot lust radiating off him as he stares down at her ravenously.
"Sorry, Your Majesty," he groans, "but you've no idea how stunning you look on top of me, and how damned perfect that cunt of yours is when it's squeezing around me, gods!"
She should protest, but she won't, because he's shifted so he's hitting that spot inside her that has everything building at a fast pace, pleasure rising in her like a tidal wave.
"Oh, fuck, you better make me come... I.."
"I can... I can control myself like this," he grunts, "tell me what you want, my queen."
"Faster," she breaths. And he lets out a strangled cry, ruts himself into position, and takes her hard and fast.
He's got the angle just right, so every slide of his cock has him grinding against her clit, too, and it's perfect, he's perfect, and "Mm! Yes, like that— oh Robin!"
"Gods, you look beautiful from every angle— fuck!" His eyes screw shut and he adds a pained moan. "Can't even look at you like this, I'll come. Do you even know? Mm, so gorgeous, want to make you come so badly…"
She loves this, loves the throaty, gravelly sound of his voice when he's this close. Her fingernails press and scratch down the smooth, sweat-sheened skin of his back, her legs wrap tightly around his waist, and he lets out this little moan of pleasure and pain that sounds so animalistic and raw. That's what does her in, has those waves of pleasure crashing down on her, submerging her in pure bliss. She screams, writhes and thrashes underneath him, and he takes it in, murmuring words of affection as he fucks her at just the right angle.
She rides out the orgasm like that, pulsing around his cock as her mind goes pleasantly blank, only focusing on the feeling of it all and the sound of his voice as he tells her how much he loves seeing her come, how heavenly she looks, and how she does things to him no one else on earth can do.
When she's able to catch her breath, she reaches up and pulls him into a kiss, then skims her foot down his thigh.
"Fuck me like you want to," she urges, when their mouths part. "Fuck me exactly how you want to…"
She's surprised yet again when he gives her back control.
"I want you on top," he rasps, and she nods, lets him flip them back. They don't stay joined this time, she's not wound as tight, so he springs loose for a second, and he gives a little grunt of discomfort the second he slides out of her.
She takes him in her hand and angles him back inside her, quickly, and then she moves on top of him, gives him that brisk pace that had driven him mad before.
He doesn't shut his eyes this time, he rakes them over her, and gropes at her haphazardly, hands skimming to cup and squeeze her breasts, her hips, her ass.
"Oh fuck, this is— gods, you're amazing!" his hand leaves her ass to cup her cheek tenderly, too tender for the moment, for the way he's looking at her. "I'll never forget how hard you came, gorgeous," he moans, "never harder to hold back than when I felt you clenching around me... your cunt is incredible... so tight, warm, so fucking wet, I — ohfuckinggodsI'mgonna—"
She can feel him thrusting in her at a hard, erratic pace, those signs she now knows is him spilling in her, and lets out a shuddering breath.
And then she leans forward and kisses him, with him still inside her (he can stay there til he softens and falls out, she wants every ounce of intimacy she can milk from this moment).
They trade sloppy, lazy kisses for a while, until his breath evens and his heart beats at a normal rate.
And then he mutters a teasing "Well then…"
She giggles, nuzzling against his neck. She could sleep right here, on Snow's soft mattress, amongst the thick, downy blankets, beside a crackling fire with the man she cares more than she will admit right next to her. She feels so safe, so warm. So at ease, for the first time in forever.
"Would you like to live here, instead of your castle?" Robin asks. He's been stroking her hair softly, and he soothing motions had almost put her to sleep.
But his question startles and puzzles her. "No…" she says, a fog of confusion clouding her mind. "Why do you ask? Is there... do you not want to go to my castle?"
He smiles at her fondly, presses a kiss to her nose. He's so damned gentle in moments like this, it kills her. "No, I want to live where you are most comfortable."
She tenses, because he knows. That's the thing about Robin — with every version of Robin, it seems. He can read her so well that it's useless to try to hide anything from him.
"Why did you bring me here instead of your castle?"
"It was much closer," she cannot help but say. And that's true, it's absolutely true, but it's not the whole reason. The whole reason takes more courage to reveal than she currently has.
He looks at her sweetly, head tilted, eyebrow raised and draws out a cautious "Regina…" It's all he need say to convey the point — he knows she's lying, and she won't try to argue with him too hard.
"It was closer," Regina insists, but then, "and there are... issues with my castle."
"What type of issues?"
She takes a deep breath in and prepares herself to have the conversation she's been dreading. And then... she loses her nerve. "Issues that... make things complicated." He gives her a look, one that almost looks hurt at the prospect that she's still holding back. And she doesn't want him to be offended, so she adds a soft, "there are bad memories. Things I just didn't want to confront, or talk about. Not just yet. I just wanted to be close to you, enjoy a bed without… all of that hanging in the air."
"Ah," he says simply, popping a kiss to her brow. "If you would prefer, we could stay here—"
"No, I want to go home," she insists. She smiles, thinking of introducing him to everything. It wasn't all terrible, to be honest. There are parts she's oddly proud of, and then there's that apple tree, her spell room, the royal stables... yes, she wants to go home. "There are things I want you to see, and share. I just... when we get there, let me lead? Let me take you where I want you... and we will tackle the other parts of the castle on my time. Can you... is that alright?"
"Can I let you lead?" He asks, that devilish little smirk overtaking his whole face. "I think it's pretty clear I don't have a problem with that, isn't it?" He motions between them, a subtle reminder of their roles they just shared moments ago. She bites her lip to keep from laughing because, yes, he did let her lead that, didn't he?
"Alright then," she says, feeling the weight of uncertainty falling off her shoulders. "Tomorrow. We set out on foot for my castle. See more of the kingdom." Her smile is big and sincere. "The sooner the better, actually. There's only so much of Snow's... decorating skills I can subject myself to."
Robin rolls his eyes and laughs, squeezes her tightly against him in a bear hug, then gives her lips a light peck. "As Her Majesty wishes." She settles against him, head laying on his chest as she listens to his steady heartbeat. Minutes pass, and she's nearly taken under by sleep when she hears his whispered words. She's not even sure he means her to hear them.
"I'm quite fond of you, you know, Regina. Far more than I ever felt possible with anyone. What you mean to me... it's hard to put into words."
She sleeps in his arms that night, for the first time, their limbs tangled around each other. And she realizes this is deep, and real, and yes, just a bit frightening, but it is also wonderful.