So here's the chapter you've apparently been anticipating, I hope it doesn't let you down!
So, this is a very long chapter, or was going to be if I didn't split it into two, so I have done exactly that. But, if all goes to plan and I manage to get my arse in gear and write a few more chapters I will post the second part for you all this Sunday so you don't have to wait too long! So fingers crossed I manage to write a few more chapters this weekend!
Hope you enjoy this half!
Regina was keen to get started on Dr Rocker's new suggestion and so she had convinced Robin to try it out as soon as they go back to work on the Monday and, of course, he had agreed.
The morning routine remains the same, Regina showers first and, whilst her husband is having his, she gets changed into her work attire (a black pant suit, red blouse and lacy red underwear to match- for later of course, she knows Robin likes her in red.) and then heads downstairs to make breakfast for the family. Roland is running late, much like every Monday morning in the Locksley household, as he runs down the stairs, hair an adorable mess and his school tie remaining undone and hanging either side of his neck.
Regina chuckles rather than rolls her eyes today as she watches him stumble into the kitchen whilst she hands Grace a bowl of Cheerio's. "Come here, sweetheart." She coos and Roland offers her a lopsided grin in apology before coming to stand before his mother and allows her to tie his tie for him.
"Thanks, mum." He mumbles with a grimace as she pats his chest and steps back to collect the toast that has just popped from the toaster.
"Did you forget to put your alarm on this morning?" She asks him and Roland wrinkles his brow in confusion. Usually he gets a lecture on how video games cause tardiness and if he didn't play so many, perhaps he wouldn't have so much trouble getting ready in the mornings. However, this morning she seems somewhat careless over the issue, like something else is on her mind.
And something else is. All morning, although she'd never admit it aloud, she has been thinking up some of her wickedly taunting phrases that she will send to her husband throughout the day and so, when such crude (and rather exciting) thoughts are running about her mind, who came blame her for being that little bit more distant and less attentive?
"Uh, yeah." Roland replies, and having caught on to her unusual mood he changes the subject before she can chastise him, "Can I have jam, please?"
Robin's mood is quite the opposite to his wife's, he's bloody nervous, in fact. All of yesterday he had been trying to Google 'sexy things to say to your wife' when Regina wasn't looking, but, somehow, he doesn't think she would be overly impressed with him calling her his 'dirty little whore' or 'sexy bitch'. So he's back to square one again: clueless.
He finishes getting ready making sure to shave his scruff (not all of it however, he knows Regina enjoys a bit of stubble) before heading downstairs to join the rest of his family for breakfast before he makes sure Grace is ready to be dropped off at nursery.
Roland has finished his toast by the time his father joins him and so he's running past him with a rushed good morning as he makes his way upstairs to brush his teeth.
"Good morning, dear." Regina welcomes with a slight smirk, smug villain. She had contemplated cooking sausages, to start the tease early on, but it would've only risen suspicions from Roland. So, she settles for the usual Monday morning toasted waffles and bacon.
"Good morning, Love." He replies with a tight smile, taking a seat and chatting animatedly to his daughter before being served his breakfast.
The heavy sound of footsteps, comes from above their heads making the trio look up before they are suddenly running along the hallway and down the staircase.
"Roland! Slow down or you're going to break something!" Regina calls, coming out to stand at the kitchen door way as she watches the young boy halt and slow his pace as he reaches the front door, school bag in tow.
"Bye mum, bye dad!" He exclaims, offering her a dimpled smile before disappearing out of the door and running towards the bus stop.
Regina lets out a sigh, shaking her head before taking her seat at the dining table once again and finishing her breakfast.
"Right! Let's get you to nursery, young lady." Robin pipes up and Regina notices he hasn't finished both of his waffles, leaving the second with only a single bite from it. The only reason he would ever leave food would be because he's full or because he is nervous. And he isn't full, often asks her for a third waffle to go, but not today. She frowns but doesn't say anything as she bids them both goodbye before cleaning up the kitchen and heading to work, herself.
Things at the sheriff station are pretty busy, there has been a petty theft from one of the rooms at Granny's, and after an entire morning's worth of investigating it turns out it was the new male cleaner, Samuel Aladdin. He had been swept along with Mary Margaret's curse and Granny had hired him, taking pity on the young teenager, penniless and homeless. She is now regretting that decision as she complains to Robin about said employee.
"I ought to call your wife. Have him banished from the town." The older woman snaps cruelly as she scowls at the young Arab male feeling rather sorry for himself as he sits on the prison bed, head in hands. Sorry he has been caught, more like.
Robin follows her glance before shaking his head, "I don't think that's necessary, Miss Lucas. He can no longer harm anyone now he's behind bars and David is searching his room now to retrieve all stolen items whilst Emma is at Gold's to see if there are any recently pawned items under his name which can be used as evidence against him. We've got everything under control." He reassures, but the older woman's scowl does not soften one bit causing him to sigh.
He has already heard his phone buzz once or twice already this morning, but he couldn't answer either of them considering he barely had time to drink his coffee let alone talk dirty to his wife. Regina won't be best pleased with him.
"How long's he gonna get?" Granny asks, folding her arms across her chest. Goodness this woman is stubborn... and kind of intimidating, Robin has to admit.
"His case will be this Thursday, we won't know until then." Robin explains, "Please, Miss Lucas, have faith in our department. We will call you as soon as we know any further information worth sharing-"
"I want to know everything." She interrupts and Robin has to suppress an eye roll as he nods, tells her he will do that and much to his relief she leaves, throwing one last glare towards the rebellious teen.
Alone at last.
Well, save the company of a thief. However he has no legs to stand on when it comes to judging the boy. If he were to, it would be truly hypocritical. So Robin does not chastise him, (Granny has done enough of that, anyway.) he doesn't even look Samuel's way as he heads into the office and sinks into the comfy chair.
A flurry of butterflies invade his stomach as he eyes his phone just inches in front of him and, glancing around to make sure no one is looking, he reaches for the device. Sure enough there are two text messages from Regina, so he clicks on the first one a rush of thrill spiking through his veins as he reads her words:
Good morning Sheriff, I notice you didn't eat all of your breakfast this morning? I do hope that doesn't mean that you won't be willing to eat the dessert I have in store for you once the children are in bed.
He smirks, a tug of arousal making his heart beat a little faster in his chest before he glances down at the second text sent nearly an hour later:
Robin? Please tell me I sent that to the right number?!
He's about to reply when a third suddenly comes through making him jump as it takes him by surprise:
Robin?! I do hope you aren't blowing me off for some shoddy custard donut.
He should probably reply to that one.
Unlike the sheriff station, things at the office had been slow and boring all morning. Stack after stack of papers found their way onto Regina's desk which needed signing, dating, reading through and ticked off in various places. However, Regina wasn't really in the right frame of mind for any of it, her gaze often shifting over to where her phone lays until she finally decided to move it from where she can no longer ogle at it, she had opened up the draw to her desk and slipped it in. Out of sight out of mind.
Except it wasn't. She still found herself wondering whether her husband had text her yet... or whether she should start it off, and if she did what she should say? These thoughts took refuge in her head rather than what she actually should be pondering about, like, for example, whether or not the town's budget could stretch enough to invest in a new TV for sport's viewing at the rabbit hole, or whether she can get planning permission to build some new flats in order to house some of the newer residents in town. Well, when she says 'new' she means the residents of the enchanted forest who had been brought along by her babysitter's curse that was enacted seven years ago.
So, when ten O'clock strikes on the clock Regina places her pen down and switches it for her phone, deciding that if she doesn't check it now she will be distracted until she does. It's childish, really. She opens up the draw and quickly grabs her phone as if someone would chastise her if they caught her (although that's ridiculous because it's only her here and no one is about to walk in on her sending daring texts) and unlocks it to find no text from her husband. An involuntary pang of disappointment hits her and she frowns before shaking it off. It's only been an hour since they had said their goodbyes after breakfast and he is probably waiting for her to start anyway, so that's what she will do.
Regina's mind ghosts over the various raunchy conversation starters that have been invading her mind all morning against her will. Some more daring than others and she decides that perhaps she should start with something subtle, an innuendo to switch on his senses. Besides, he may be in company when he receives the message and she does not wish to embarrass him. That could lead to all kinds of embarrassment for her as well, as knowing Miss Swan as well as she does, she will most probably snatch the phone from Robin and intrude on his business to see what's got him so flushed.
So, no, Regina decides on subtlety. Her teeth catches her bottom lip as her fingers hover above the keyboard and she begins typing. Editing her choice of words two or three times before smiling proudly and pressing send. My, she feels so... naughty.
Regina quickly shuts her phone away once more, turning the device onto vibrate so that she will know when he replies. She's then busying herself with work once more, forcing her mind to cooperate with her as she pushes the dirty texts from her mind.
That is until ten forty-five rolls around and there is still no reply. Perhaps she didn't actually change it to vibrate, perhaps he has replied and it's her who is making him wait. Her brow furrows in worry as she reaches for her phone once more, but to her disappointment there is no reply. For one pathetic moment she contemplates calling him, but no, she cannot do that, it's silly, and perhaps he is actually busy this morning unlike every other day at the station. He would've text her by now if he wasn't.
A horrible thought crosses her mind then: what if she has sent the text to the wrong person? She better make sure that's not the case, and so she quickly starts a new message, making sure to select 'Robin' before typing out another text:
Robin? Please tell me I sent that to the right number?!
Perhaps she should ring him rather than text him, just to make sure that he was definitely the one who had received it, put her mind to rest in an instant rather than waiting for a reply... but she really shouldn't, for he is at work and so is she, and at some point his answering reply to this text message will either confirm or deter her worries so there really is no need to call him. She will just have to wait the few minutes it will take for him to reply. Regina presses send and taps her fingernails on the desk as she waits impatiently.
Just what is he doing?! If something major has happened at the station surely she would've been informed. This is ridiculous. In her annoyance, which has been slowly stewing and growing after she spends fifteen minutes on deciding whether or not to call him, she types out another text:
Robin?! I do hope you aren't blowing me off for some shoddy custard donut.
She frowns as she presses send before discarding her phone to the side with a huff. A few seconds later and it buzzes, catching her off guard. Now he messages her straight back...
I'm sorry love, there was a theft at Granny's B&B. All sorted now and finally got some time to myself. Why would I be eating custard donuts when I'll be eating my wife later?
Regina gasps at his reply, all irritation dissipating as she feels a flush spread across her cheeks. She really hadn't been expecting that as an answer. She lowers her hand from her lips which had fled there out of sheer surprise as a slow smirk graces her lips and her blood begins to warm with the tell tale signs of simmering arousal. So it begins.
Brown eyes quickly search the room before Regina's typing her reply:
Mr Locksley, who knew you could be so crude? ;) Perhaps you could bring your handcuffs home from work later and we could have a little fun with them?
The brunette smirks, knowing this will drive him crazy with anticipation; after all he has already confessed his approval of her kinky side. Then she frowns slightly, decides she should make sure work is okay for him considering Mrs Lucas isn't exactly the easiest to work with, so she adds:
P.S. hope work is okay. x
Regina presses send before returning to her paperwork with another wide smile on her lips.
Meanwhile, Robin is praying he isn't in trouble with his wife because that means no dinner as well as no sex and he was really rather hoping for both of those. He is relieved when two sips into his coffee his phone buzzes, indicating a reply. He quickly snatches his phone from the table, keen to see what Regina has replied. His eyes scan his wife's carefully chosen words and he cannot stop his eyebrows as they shoot up into his hairline at her reply. Absentmindedly, he reaches down to pat his handcuffs but is only met with an empty belt.
Shit.
The metal hoops are currently snapped onto the wrists of his teenage prisoner. That means that he will have to ask either David or Emma for theirs... Somehow he doesn't think he can get away with that without an explanation. Maybe there are some spares in the lost and found? He'll figure something out. He turns his attention back to his phone.
I'll see what I can do, Milady. Although, will you be willing to allow me the control of said handcuffs? Then maybe I could restrain you to the headboard whilst I focus my attention between those lovely pair of legs you own.
Robin grins to himself as he watches the message switch from sending to sent and he cannot help but feel a little proud of himself. He really thought he would be rubbish at this, that he would say something cringe worthy and kill the mood instantly. However, right now he's feeling confident- can feel himself begin to get excited by his own words. Bless Dr Rocker and this idea.
Minutes seem like hours as he waits for Regina's reply, he even manages to tidy up his desk a little, sticky notes to the left, his metal ruler central and pens and pencils into the pot by the computer, before his phone comes to life once more.
He clicks the message and grins when he reads:
Oh? Tell me, Sheriff Locksley, just what do you intend to do when your down there? Don't leave out any details.
Robin rubs his hands together in thought and determination as his heart races in his chest. He's somewhat nervous, wants to have Regina writhing in her seat and so needs to say all of the right things. He will just be honest and graphic. He starts with:
I wouldn't dream of it...I will start by caressing the skin of your inner thighs, make them sensitive to my touch, raise the goose bumps I know I can, when my nails lightly scrape your flesh. I'll lower my head next, and I'll take things slow for you cannot do anything about it. Your hands tied and surrendered by the handcuffs. I'll kiss your knees first, tease you with my tongue as I work my way up to where you ache for my kisses, and I'm not talking about your mouth. My mouth is already watering just thinking about how you taste and-
Suddenly his phone buzzes again, catching him off guard, he had been caught up in his own fantasy. Surely that can't be another message from Regina? He opens up the new text and no, it's from David, telling him he's done at Granny's and is on his way back to the station now. Robin chooses to ignore the text, it's rhetorical and it isn't necessary to answer so he simply goes back to his message to Regina. He has time for this one last text so he must make it good:
- God, how I want my mouth to be on you right now. I want to fuck you with my tongue, have you coming in my mouth until you can't any more. I want to have you writhing beneath the subtle pinch of my teeth, have you aching to touch me where I ache to be touched. I'm already begin to throb for you. I cannot wait to get you all to myself.
He decides to leave it at that, pressing send after rereading the contents of the second half and then sits back thoroughly pleased with himself. Regina will be simply counting down the hours until he can make good on his words once she reads the text, he knows it.
Who knew he would be so good at this? That all of his worrying was in vein?
Robin now needs to force himself to focus his mind on work as he places his phone back where it was sat before, anything to distract himself from the image he has just described to Regina as he does not want to be talking to his co-worker with a noticeable bulge in his pants.
He checks his calendar on the computer and the reminder in the corner warns him to not forget about picking Grace up from nursery this afternoon. The thought of his daughter effectively drains all arousal from his system as he mentally notes the reminder (not the he had forgotten) and minimises the programme to be greeted with her and her mother's smiling faces as they sit beautifully behind Robin's desktop icons.
He's interrupted from his slight daze as his phone vibrates once more, he sees its from his wife and can't resist a sneaky peak at her reply. So he clicks on it, but to his surprise it's not an answer he was expecting, in fact it's not an answer at all just three simple words:
I'm waiting, Dear...
He furrows his brow as he checks the message above that but it's only her previous message and then his one before that. Where did his paragraph go? He checks his drafts and to his relief the first half is there, he must of not sent it. He reads it through again but he notices the second half is missing... Where did it go?
Just as the sheriff station door swings open he suddenly realises his horrible, terrible, blood chilling mistake. There it is, the second half of his message... but it wasn't sent to his wife... No, fuck, shit, bullocks! The name at the top of the screen is not what he thought, not what he had hoped. No. It was David Nolan. All colour drains from Robin's skin as a violent shiver runs up his spine. What has he done?!
"Robin?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. That's him.
Quickly he starts a new message and types out a swift reply to Regina:
My love, I've made an awful mistake. Something you would not believe if I told you it over text. We will continue this conversation at home. I love you. x
Just as he places his phone down David bursts into the office shutting the door behind him with flushed cheeks.
Robin sits up in his chair, his demeanour alarmed as he is not quite sure what say, "Um, hi. David look..." Robin starts but David shakes his head and shushes him, so he shuts his mouth, let's the other man speak. This is going to be a horribly awkward conversation.
"I got your text." David announces, his tone low and reserved as he avoids eye contact with Robin. Well crap, that erases all hope that he hasn't actually read it yet.
Robin lets out a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair, "I know, about that-" He tries but he's cut off.
"Robin we can't. I'm married, your married and I just think I'm past the stage of experimenting. I have children. I couldn't do that to my family." David says seriously, making Robin's eyes practically bulge from his skull. What?!
"I wasn't, I didn't-"
"I know." David coos as he comes to sit on the edge of his co-worker's desk with a sigh before repeating in a more wistful tone, "I know. I mean, I'm flattered, really, I am. But I've been thinking about this on my way to the station and I just can't do that to Mary Margaret, and you can't do that to Regina."
This is too painful to listen to, Robin needs to stop David before he says something's he's really going to regret, but he's shocked. His mouth hanging open as he looks at the prince with wide eyes and a gormless expression which would be amusing given other circumstances. David was really considering this?!
Robin finally builds up enough courage to speak, "No, David! You have the wrong idea. That message, I didn't... it wasn't meant for you. It was meant for Regina. I must've sent it to you by mistake! I'm so sorry." He says and truly he has no idea for what part he is apologising for: the fact that David has now made a fool of himself, the fact that he has scarred him for life with such graphic descriptions or that he is even having this conversation with him at all. All of the above, he decides.
David's cheeks turn a violent red as he suddenly stands from his co-worker's desk, clearing his throat. Robin can see he's trying to muster up all of the right words to reply with and he feels for the man, he really does. After a silence that seems to go on forever the other man finally speaks.
"Well thank goodness for that." David breathes with a not so convincing smile, "I should've known that wasn't meant for me, that you would never dream of cheating on your wife... I- I was simply trying to figure out the right way to let you down, that's all." He finishes and Robin tries to convince himself of his co-worker's words, does so for his sake as he nods, tells him he's grateful and then after a beat tells him that perhaps they shouldn't bring this up again.
"No. Of course not. Um... I found a few of the things our prisoner has stolen..." David mutters and Robin is grateful for the change of subject. He cannot work with this man without being able to look him in the eyes (which he cannot do quite yet) but if they continue to go on like nothing happened then that shan't be a problem.
Robin is still mortified however, both for the fact that he sent a horribly dirty message to David rather than his wife (who could be so stupid?) and because of his co-worker's response. He can't quite come to terms with it.
He will tell his wife of what happened tonight, and then vow never to speak of it again.
Regina had been grinning from the moment she had first replied to her husband, then there was the thought of his head between her legs making her quiver as she found herself asking him to tell her exactly what he means by that, no details left out.
Her body now buzzes with adrenaline as she awaits his reply and he's taking his sweet time about it too, perhaps he's writing a whole novel- could be with the amount of time she's having to wait for it. She rolls her eyes but cannot fight the smile that curves her lips as she raises a brow and types in her impatience:
I'm waiting, Dear...
This is ridiculous, she shouldn't be this giddy and impatient for his response, but she is. Her lower stomach burns at the simple thought of what he could be typing to her. Dr Rocker was right, this is working, she wants her husband, really wants him. Craves him, in fact. She hasn't felt like this in ages, months even, and she feels almost embarrassed, that she shouldn't feel this way. But she has every right to. She is startled when her phone interrupts her reverie.
My love, I've made an awful mistake. Something you would not believe if I told you it over text. We will continue this conversation at home. I love you. x
Oh no. What has he done? All arousal simmers from her body replaced by worry and a nagging fear as she slumps disappointedly in her chair. Is he alright? Of course he is, he would've told her if he wasn't. She rereads the text over and over and now she should call him. However his tone tells her that now's not a good time and he has already said he will tell her when he is home, so she will just have to wait until they have both finished work and she can get him to herself to ask him just what had happened, in person.
The brunette sighs as she busies herself with work once more, her mood plummeting considerably as she spends the rest of her day snapping at anyone who dares to call her or pay her a visit. Not one of them the one person she actually wants to talk to, her husband.