"Mom, do we really have to stay at Emma's tonight?" Henry whined as he picked up his duffel bag from the floor of his bedroom and dragged it down the stairs.

"Yes, you really do," Regina replied, her hand on her hip as she watched him pout.

"But I want to stay home and play with my toys," Roland pouted, stomping his foot on the floor and crossing his arms across his chest.

Regina mimicked his actions, getting a smirk from the small boy as she whined, "And I want to have date night with Daddy."

"Henry is big enough to watch me," the little boy chimed and his mother shook her head.

"Not tonight, my love," she smoothed his hair and helped carry his bag down the stairs.

"But Daddy's birthday is tomorrow! Gina, I can't miss it," Roland exclaimed, trying to find any excuse to stay home.

The doorbell rang and Henry sauntered over to answer it while his mother continued to fight with the fussing toddler. She knelt down in front of him, placing her hands gently on his shoulders and looking into his light brown eyes as she said, "You won't miss it, Roland. Emma will have you back in time to help me cook Daddy's breakfast."

"You promise?"

Regina smiled softly when the boy held out his hand, his pinky up and waiting for her to link hers in a sacred bond of trust with his own. She wrapped her delicate finger around his tiny pinky and spoke with the upmost confidence and reassurance, "I pinky promise."

"Hey Roland," Emma said with a smile as she entered the foyer to greet the small boy and his stepmother. Wait, was she his stepmother? They weren't married, but they'd been playing house long enough that they might as well be. The blonde shook the thought from her head, much too tired to figure out the details of their familial arrangement. "Ready to head out? I'm spoiling you with ice cream since I know Regina never gives it to you."

"Ice cream?! Really?" The boy shouted with enthusiasm.

Regina stood and met the blonde's eyes, lifting her eyebrow and smirking when she said, "Do what you want. Just don't call me when he's bouncing off the walls all night and you're trying to sleep."

"It's not like you'll be asleep," Emma quipped, whispering so the boys didn't hear her remark.

The brunette's cheeks were flushed, but only slightly. She couldn't hide the grin that spread across her face before she said, "I have my own walls to bounce off, Miss Swan."

Emma's face became a deep shade of red as she laughed at the mayor's sexual innuendo; Regina was never one to play around and it certainly took the blonde by surprise. She gathered the troops and headed for the door to the mansion as she asked, "What time should they be back tomorrow?"

"No sooner than ten, if that's alright with you," she requested and her friend nodded. "Thank you again, Emma."

"Don't mention it. Killian's birthday is coming up soon and I'm sure you'd love to have my parents over for dinner so we can have the loft to ourselves," she winked and Regina rolled her eyes.

"Be good and not too much sugar, please," she addressed her children as they each hugged her tight.

"Can't make any promises," Henry said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm all out of pinkies for the day," Roland added and both boys roared with laughter. Regina couldn't stop herself as she chuckled along with their silly banter. They were a handful, but they never ceased to bring her joy.

They turned when they approached the yellow bug and waved at their mother who returned the gesture before closing the door behind them. She rushed upstairs to change out of her business attire before getting to work in the kitchen. Robin insisted that they just go out for dinner after their long workday, but she had other plans for them that evening.

She was in the middle of icing his chocolate birthday cake for the following day when she heard him fumbling with his keys outside the front door. Her eyes widened with excitement as the corner of her lips tilted upward into a smirk. She pushed the cake to the opposite side of the island countertop and hopped onto it, crossing her legs as her heels rested on the seat of one of the stools. The door swung open and Robin huffed out a breath of frustration and exhaustion, having yet to spot her in the kitchen.

"Regina, my love, I'm home," he called out, placing his keys on the table near the door before clicking it shut behind him.

"I'm in the kitchen," she replied, trying to make her voice sound normal and busied by her cooking rather than hinting at what she was really doing in there.

He followed the sound of her voice to the room he'd heard her calling from as he said, "I thought we decided to go out for-"

Robin stopped dead in his tracks upon the sight of his beautiful lover seated sensually atop the counter; legs crossed and body barely covered by a simple black and white apron and stiletto heels. Her hair, which had grown significantly since they met, rested in luscious waves on her shoulders. She was licking the last of the chocolate icing from the spoon in her hands as she stared seductively in his direction; undressing him with her eyes, no doubt.

"Oh sweetheart," Regina began, her voice sultry and clearly faking naïveté, "I didn't know you'd be home so early. Now I've ruined your birthday surprise."

She faked a pout by poking her bottom lip out and raising her eyebrows in a sad manner. He moved slowly toward her as he spoke, "It seems to me the surprise has only just begun."

"You weren't supposed to see your cake until tomorrow," she sighed as he ran his palm along the exposed flesh on her smooth leg. She uncrossed them as she leaned back on the counter, his face now mere inches from her own.

"I see something else that tastes just as sweet," he whispered and pressed his lips firmly against hers. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue in a vehement dance; the taste of his warm saliva setting fire to her core.

His hands moved up her thighs, gripping her hips as he forced her to lay back with the weight of his torso over hers. She wrapped her arms around his waist and tugged at his shirt, pulling it from its place tucked inside his dark gray jeans. She ran her fingertips along the length of his spine, her gentle touch against his bare back sending shivers through his body. He moaned into her mouth; the sound caused her thighs to tighten and her nails to dig into his skin.

Their lips parted as they gasped heavily for air; Robin placing pecks on her skin anywhere he could while she fought to remove his clothing. She pushed on his bare chest, forcing him to stand. She hopped off the counter and her heels clicked as they landed gracefully against the marble floors. She turned him around so his back was against the counter and then leaned in slowly toward him. He closed his eyes, expecting her lips to meet his, but was surprised when she was merely reaching around him for his cake. She pulled it closer and lit the single candle that was placed in the center. He looked first at the decadent dessert and then at his irresistible lover; if she was about to give him a choice, his mind was already set on Regina. He found she tasted better than chocolate anyway.

"You have to make a wish," she stated, swiping the side of the cake with her finger and holding a small bit of the chocolate there while she stared at him.

"There's nothing I could possibly wish for that I don't already have," he replied, his hands resting gently upon of backside.

"I'm sure you could come up with something," she chimed, wiping her finger along his jaw and removing the chocolate quickly with her tongue. He groaned and squeezed his hands, each cheek tightening at the sensation of his grasp.

"Okay," he whimpered, "I made my wish."

She pressed her lips to his ear lobe so he could feel each word as she spoke them, "Now blow."

Robin blew out the candle and Regina moved quickly to her knees, taking his length in her hand and wrapping her lips around it. He inhaled through his teeth and gripped the edge of the countertop, his fingertips changing color from the intensity. She felt him hardening in her mouth and moaned through her own wetness. She had to remind herself to pamper him first; it was his birthday, after all.

Her tongue swept over his tip with each thrust of her head downward, forcing his member deeper into her mouth. She sucked and bit down on his shaft, making various pleasured sounds to assist in his arousal. He weaved his fingers through her hair, careful not to pull it as he moved it aside to get a better look at her. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on his pleasure, saliva dripping off his shaft and into her lap with each of her ministrations.

"Regina," he breathed out, closing his eyes and tilting his head back when she moved faster. He was getting so close to his peak, but he wanted to hold on for her. She looked so sexy in that apron. He couldn't let go just yet. He needed to have her. "I want you."

She ceased her movements and released him from her mouth. She stood at his eye level and smirked, "Is that what you wished for?"

He chuckled and brushed her hair away from her face, "If I tell you then it won't come true."

"Well if you won't tell me," Regina began, placing pecks against his neck and jaw between her words, "Why don't you show me?"

"I do have one idea," he whispered, kicking a chair out and moving forward. She went to sit in it, but he shook his head, "You're going to have your way with me, Regina Mills."

"Is that so?" She asked, teasing him with that sultry voice he loved so much. He simply nodded and sat down, giving her complete access to do whatever she pleased with him. She hummed, thinking of all the things she could do to him. A thought struck her and she waved her hand in front of her, using her magic to bind him to the chair. His arms were held down by a force so strong, only she would be able to allow him to break free. "Is this what you had in mind?"

He nodded, his hands gripping the arm of the chair as she took the bowl of icing and can of whipped cream from the counter and swayed her hips as she approached him. She shook the can and sprayed small dots over his nipples, now hardened from the cool sensation on his sensitive flesh and his arousal for the anticipated pleasure he was about to feel. She scooped the chocolate with her finger and placed it against his lips, which he opened as she straddled him.

The savory taste of chocolate against his tongue as he licked the sweet substance from her finger mixed with the feeling of her mouth against his chest left him moaning with pleasure. This was nothing like he imagined; it was even better. He tried to touch her, but was restricted by her magic. He groaned with satisfied frustration, knowing how much he wanted something he was unable to have. She was marvelous, even more so when she dominated him in this way.

With her magic, the bowl of icing returned to the counter as she continued to hold onto the whipped cream. She untied the straps of her apron from around her neck, letting the top fall to reveal her breasts. She sprayed some of the sweet foam onto her nipples and leaned in to him, "A treat for the birthday boy."

He moaned as his lips lacked hesitation, licking and sucking her supple bosom. She hummed and dropped the can to the ground, overwhelmed with the sensation he was providing for her. She reached down and positioned his tip at her entrance, teasing herself with his member. Her arousal dripped from inside her, his length spreading it to moisten her for his entry.

"Regina," he breathed out, his lips still busy against her chest. She sat slowly, taking in every inch of him and both whimpering as her walls opened in acceptance of him. His palms were sweaty as they gripped each arm of the chair with incredible force, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. She moved at a steady pace, sighing and humming as she rode him.

He leaned his head back to watch her. Her eyes were closed, a tiny smirk evident at the corner of her mouth. She licked her lips as she inhaled deeply, biting down on her lower lip as she moaned through her exhale. When her eyes opened, they locked with his as he whispered, "You are breathtaking."

Regina leaned her torso against his, wrapping her arms around his neck as their lips crashed in a passionate kiss. She thrust harder into him, his tip grazing the underside of her pelvic bone. He groaned, wanting so desperately to touch her; to hold her in his strong embrace. She stopped moving, but only briefly as she repositioned her legs. Each foot wiggled its way through the arms of the chair, her heels gently touching the cold tile with a click. She pounded into him, their hearts racing and breath growing incredibly uneven. Robin cried out, his senses overwhelmed with the new angle of his member as it slid in and out of her.

Her clit rubbed against the skin of his lower abdomen, causing an unbelievable heat to rise in her core. She dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling on his flesh as she continued her ministrations. He was fantastic. He felt fantastic inside her. The way their bodies moved in perfect rhythm with one another; she was going to cum like this and she couldn't wait. She only hoped he could hold out for her to get to that point.

"I want to touch you," he begged, his wrists twisting within her magical grasp. As much as she loved having full control over him, she had to admit that the feeling of his hands against her hot, sweaty back would be just what she needed to get off. With the wave of her hand, he broke free from her shackles and immediately grabbed her backside, squeezing and guiding himself deeper into her. She leaned her head back as she cried out, whimpering as she felt her walls beginning to tighten around his shaft.

Robin felt it too, of course, and was mere seconds away from releasing his love for her. He bit down gently on her collarbone as her hot breath kissed the skin of his neck. Without warning, he exploded inside her, crying out her name and tightening every muscle in his body as he let go. He nearly jumped when he felt her obliques tighten when his hands drifted from her back to her sides, her walls opening one last time before her climax forced them shut around his member. She scratched and bit his flesh, begging him not to stop. Robin reached his hand down and circled his fingers over her bundle of nerves, causing her to cry out his name. He loved the way it sounded as it echoed against the white walls of the mansion.

Regina grabbed his wrist, halting his ministrations when it became too much. He moved his hand to rest atop her toned thigh as they recovered from their passionate lovemaking. She tilted her head so her gaze met his, both smiling blissfully at one another. She kissed his collarbone gently as she leaned up, his length still buried deep inside her.

"That was the best birthday present I've ever had the pleasure of receiving," he commented, earning him a quiet laugh from his beloved.

"And it's only just begun," she replied, seductively.

"There's more?" He asked, faking his surprise.

She nodded, "I wouldn't get the man I love only one present. I like to think I'm a little better than that."

"Oh my love," he began, nibbling on her ear lobe, "You're far better than I ever imagined."