Ok, so this update is a bit quicker than the last (because my beta is awesome); I kinda owed you guys anyway.
I was in two minds about posting this a few days ago but my friends talked me into it.
Anyways, let me know what you think and enjoy ;)
Robin awoke with a start. His heart pounding, his whole body covered in sweat and a fairly obvious problem that was going to be very hard to deal with.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Robin stood, his legs still a bit shaky from the deliciously explicit fantasy he had just awoken from. Looking back towards his son, who was fast asleep in the bed next to his, he debated the best solution to his predicament. Obviously, relieving himself was not an option. A cold bath? Possibly, although there was a high chance of waking his son; it wasn't the quietest of actions. It seemed like walking around for a bit, trying to clear his head, was the best he could come up with.
After dressing in a simple buttoned shirt and some baggy trousers, Robin left his room and walked down the corridors until he was outside Little John's room. He raised his hand and knocked a short rhythm, then paused, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for his lone wandering around the castle before breakfast.
Before he'd had a chance to come up with one the door opened, his friend emerged. He was dressed in the long nightshirt that had earned him the Merry Men's nickname of "Little Johnette" for several weeks. Robin chuckled at the memory.
"Robin?" Little John asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I need you to keep an eye on Roland," said Robin, "I need some fresh air and he's fast asleep."
"Oh?" Little John stepped out of his room and closed the door behind him, "Is everything alright?"
"Yes, everything's fine."
His friend gave him a typical look of disbelief.
Think quick, Robin, think quick. "Bad dream, you know?" said the outlaw.
Little John nodded in understanding, clapping a hand on Robin's back before walking up to the room where Roland slept. "Take as much time as you need."
"Thank you."
Robin felt a small pang of regret at lying to his friend. But it wasn't truly much of a lie, and he could hardly tell him that he needed to clear his mind of indecent images of the Queen on her knees, could he?
The outlaw made his way down the empty corridors, only taking left turns so he could easily find his way back. He needed to get rid of this desperation he had for the Queen; it was toying with his head, making his life incredibly difficult. If he'd known that Regina would be this addictive, perhaps he wouldn't have tried to seduce her in the first place.
Who was he kidding? He couldn't have resisted her for much longer. She was everything he admired in a woman; strong, independent, witty, captivating and completely beautiful. It was bound to happen sooner or later, he just didn't think that once he had had a taste of what she could offer, this infatuation would take hold so quickly and easily.
Maybe if he kept his distance for a short while it would fade, perhaps his craving for her had arisen as they had gone from tossing insults and tearing each other's throats to tossing innuendos and tearing each other's clothes in a matter of days.
Robin turned a corner and looked up to see the Queen walking down the hall towards him.
Bollocks.
Regina was completely focused on fastening a bracelet onto her slim wrist; he could have quickly left and she would have been none the wiser.
But he didn't; instead, Robin took a moment to admire her. The Queen always held herself with grace; that much was becoming clear to him. From the first time he saw her, when she had stood and brushed herself off – without his help – to the last time he saw her, when she had been arching her back and shouting his name, he could not remember a time where she'd held herself as anything less than regal. Although, he did enjoy mussing her hair and leaving marks on her skin that at least had the image of royalty somewhat compromised.
Not that he would admit it, but one of the highlights of Robin's day was seeing what extravagant outfit the Queen had dressed herself in. He preferred the leather pants, tight corset and long jacket ensemble to her elaborate gowns (which could no doubt feed the inhabitants of Sherwood Forest for a week), but nevertheless, she'd look breath-taking in anything.
Today was no different; her long legs encased in black leather, her torso encased in a jewelled, navy corset and a long, black cloak flowing behind her. She was quite the vision, even if her frustration at the uncooperative piece of jewellery had her forehead creasing and her lips pursed in a way that was not so gorgeous but entirely adorable. Though "adorable" was not a word the outlaw associated with the Evil Queen, and probably not one the Evil Queen would want to be associated with, either.
The damned bracelet had just decided to fasten when the Queen was a few steps away from Robin. She didn't get chance to look up before he reached his right arm out to wrap around her waist and he pulled her with him into the nearest room. The possibility of it being occupied hadn't even occurred to the thief. Consequences be damned; he needed her to himself for a minute.
The Queen let out a shout of protest as she felt herself being manhandled. If it wasn't for the unmistakable scent of forest surrounding her, the person with an arm around her waist would've been a pile of ashes at that point. Knowing it was the thief, however, had her smiling in anticipation, even if they would be having stern words about this at some point.
Regina found herself being practically dragged into what appeared to be a storage room of some sort; boxes were piled high against the left and back walls, a musty smell permeated the air and the only source of light was a small torch on the right side of the door – Regina lit it with a flick of her hand. The room was only several meters wide, yet Robin held her tightly to him, pressing her—not so gently—into the wall not covered in boxes before he pulled back to stare into her eyes.
"What are you doing to me?" Robin breathed. "A short time ago I would have gladly left this castle and wouldn't have been particularly upset about not seeing you again." Robin released her waist to put a hand either side of Regina's head, caging her in, his voice lowered to a rough growl, "Now? I can't even sleep without thinking of all the dirty things we could do to each other. What have you done to me?"
Regina couldn't even find it in herself to look apologetic; it was good to know she was not the only one finding it difficult to control herself. But honestly? Regina hadn't done anything to Robin; whenever she was actually about to get somewhere with the outlaw, they were interrupted.
And as much as it pained her, this time would be no different; Regina was on her way to a meeting between royals. Something about delegating living duties, as the royal staff they once had were no longer working there.
Still… she had a few minutes to spare.
"Nothing…yet." The promise in her sultry words, along with the practically carnivorous look in her eyes made him swallow hard and stare at her lips.
"Tell me," she leaned up to whisper in his ear, "what would you have me do outlaw?"
His mouth was suddenly incredibly dry, his tongue incredibly heavy. Robin had many ideas of what he would have her do, but in this heated moment, words failed him. "I… I want… you,," Robin uttered.
"Wow, a spectacularly eloquent answer, thief," teased Regina. She raised an eyebrow, sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and traced her fingers along his waistband. Her nails lightly drew patterns along his hipbones which had his brain short-circuiting and his breath coming out in short pants.
She slipped a hand down the front of his trousers, her fingers wrapping around him. Robin let out a groan as he threw his head back and took several large breaths. Robin put one hand on her neck, his thumb tracing a spot behind her ear as his fingertips dug into her skin. His other hand moved down to the one she had tucked into his waistband and aided her in pulling the band out and down until they were pooling around his ankles and he had nothing protecting him. Regina raised an eyebrow. Impressive.
Robin tilted his head forward to watch the Queen's hand move back and forth before lifting his heated gaze to hers, flitting to her parted lips then back to her eyes, practically black with desire. Regina brought her free hand up to the one he had on her neck and lightly squeezed as she nipped her way from his ear to his collar bone, soothing particularly harsh bites with a few languid swipes of her tongue.
"What do you want, Robin? Tell me." She breathed over the wet trail she had made, the contrast in temperature making goose-bumps break out all over his skin. "Tell me… and I'll give it to you."
It was too much. How was Robin supposed to answer when she had him in the palm of her hand, moving so torturously slowly that he was seconds away from snapping and taking her against the wall? There were too many things he wanted; he wanted her to carry on stroking him, he wanted her to stop and take him into her mouth, he wanted to bury himself inside her, he wanted everything…
"Come on Outlaw, I don't have all day," said Regina impatiently.
When the Queen unfastened his shirt to kiss his collar bone, then trailed her lips up to the top of his shoulder, pausing to nip and suck the taut skin, the outlaw made up his mind.
"Your lips," Robin's hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. "I want your lips."
Robin felt her grin into his shoulder as she chuckled. "You want my lips? Where?" Regina placed a kiss at the junction between his neck and shoulders, "here?" She placed another kiss under his jaw, "here?" and another at the corner of his mouth, "here?"
She was trying to kill him. Slowly. He couldn't think of any other reason for what she was doing to him. He was Robin Hood; Prince of Thieves, an honourable human being and he could be somewhat irresistible if he wanted to be. He was not a man who could be easily reduced to an incoherent mess. Yet here he was, unable to string a few words together because in front of him was a gorgeous woman with a perfect pair of lips, a sultry voice and one hell of a flawless body. And she was using all of those—and more—to drive him to the brink of insanity.
"Or perhaps," Regina trailed her lips back down the path they had taken up his neck, then went further and dropped a few kisses down his chest, "you were thinking somewhere," when her kisses reached so far down his torso that she had no choice but to kneel, Robin bit his lip so hard he swore he drew blood, "lower."
The Queen looked up at him through her eyelashes with a mischievous grin, placing a kiss just above his navel before she started to work her way back up. Without thinking, Robin put a hand on her shoulder, halting her movements as he released his thoroughly bitten lip. Regina chuckled. He caught sight of her smile before she put her lips right where he wanted them.
Then he was lost.
Regina placed several open mouthed kisses along him, from base to tip, enjoying the groan Robin let out as his left hand found its way into the Queen's hair and his right splayed against the wall in front of him, fingertips turning white with the pressure of his weight.
He desperately tried to keep his hips still as his hand fisted in Regina's hair, clenching then releasing as if it was impossible to keep still, but when she took all of him into her mouth in one swift movement he couldn't help but jerk into her. Regina's hands came up to his hips to steady him as she hollowed her cheeks with every upstroke and he released several grunts and a few moans of "Oh, Regina".
The outlaw tried to hold back for as long as possible. Honestly, he did. But the Queen pressed her tongue against the underside of him and her teeth lightly scraped the top of him with every dip of her head, and he lost it.
Robin's whole body jerked with the force of his climax. He moaned, a mixture of the Queen's name and expletives that were quite unlike him to say. His grip on Regina's hair tightened as he felt her swallow around him, the vibrations from her own moans sending shockwaves through him from head to toe.
When he had regained enough strength, Robin used his grip on the Queen's hair to pull her back up to him, taking a split second to take in the lustful haze in her eyes and the swollen lips that had now branded him for life, before kissing away her infuriatingly smug smile. Her hands reached up to grasp his elbows as his tongue tangled with hers, both of their breaths quite laboured.
"Wow," Robin breathed when they parted, "that was… wow."
Regina let out a self-satisfied chuckle as she pulled his trousers back up and over his hips, "Well, as much as I don't want to, I have to leave."
Robin wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer until their entire bodies were pressed together. "No," he mumbled as he buried his head into her shoulder. Regina laughed at his petulant tone as his hands trailed up and down her back as he placed kisses wherever his mouth could reach, "not yet."
"Robin," she warned as she tried to pull away, although the smile she had on her face made any attempts to be stern with him null and void. "I need to go; I have a meeting that I'm probably already late for, they'll be wondering where I am."
"You're the Queen, they can wait." Regina didn't get a chance to reply before Robin's lips found their way to hers.
Regina really did need to leave; no doubt Snow would come looking for her if she was not there soon. But Robin sucked her lower lip into his mouth and dragged the tip of his tongue over it, drawing a whimper.
They can wait.
Regina spun them both and pushed Robin back into the wall, assaulting his lips as her hands grasped the collar of his still-unbuttoned shirt. She ran her tongue along the back of his teeth before tracing an "R" on the roof of his mouth.
Robin tore his mouth away from hers to moan, "God, Regina."
"Robin, I really…" Regina was interrupted again by his lips on hers. After a few seconds of indulging him, she pulled away until their foreheads rested against each other, "I really, really have to go."
Robin opened his eyes to see a reassuring smile on the Queen's face. "I'll see you later," she promised.
It was somewhat comforting; the idea that she didn't want to part with him either. With a resigned smile he placed his hands on her cheeks, "You had better."
They shared one more kiss before Regina let herself out with a small smile etched on her face, leaving Robin to let out a content sigh and rest his head back against the wall.
He was in trouble. He was in deep trouble. When all he had was his imagination to go on, he could perhaps convince himself that he was being generous in his fantasies; that, as sexy as she may be, there must be some area of this that was not in her expertise. But so far, Robin couldn't find a fault; she could reduce him to an incoherent puddle of lust with one look, she could take him in her hand and he'd do anything she wanted. And yes, he knew she was a damn good kisser, but now that he knew what that mouth could actually do, he would never be able to keep his focus around her again. She had ruined him. She would continue to ruin him.
And he would love every second of it.