AU/CROSSOVER: Undercover Cop AU
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WARNING: Smut.
PROBABLE CAUSE
'She's warm,' he thinks as she tosses and turns, before settling under his arm, curled up against his chest. Warm, and soft. Bare beneath the sheets that drape over her hips. When she breathes, her chest rises slowly, before falling with a deep exhale, and she looks younger when she sleeps, softer.
It's hard to believe that she's a killer. That she has blood on her hands, innocent blood, blood that she spilled. He licked his lips, ignoring the slight discomfort at the beard that he's still not quite used to, as he stared at the ceiling, and the fan directly above them.
His apartment is... well, it's not really an apartment. It's a room with a bed, a tv, and an isolated area for the kitchen. He doesn't get a bathroom. Oh no. That's located downstairs, and he has to share it with all the other ex-cons. ( It's a miracle none of them recognized him, but then, they're not exactly the smartest of people. ) But it's the ceiling fan that bothers him the most.
Because it squeaks.
But tonight is different. Tonight he finds it soothing, mostly because it drowns out the sound of Regina breathing beside him, content and sated and, dare he say it, happy. And he doesn't want to hear that. He doesn't want the guilt to reappear, to settle deep in his heart, making him feel sick to his stomach, like he's doing something wrong.
He's not. He knows he's not. But at the same time, he can't help but feel like he is. She's dangerous. If not because of her name than because of her charm, her smile... her eyes.
He could love her.
He probably already does.
And that's not good.
It's against the rules.
Xavier's. His. And the LAPD's.
The weight of his badge feels heavy, even though it's stowed away in a hole in the wall, plastered over alongside his service gun. It's never felt heavy before. Not like this, at least. Maybe that's why the department has these rules. Because falling for the granddaughter of an arms dealer isn't exactly in the 'how to be an undercover cop' handbook.
It'd probably kill him faster than being a cop would.
"Robin?" She hums his name softly, still half-asleep but a quick glance down has his gaze meeting hers, one eye open and a sleepy smile pressing in to his bicep. "What's wrong?"
He could tell her. He shouldn't, he really shouldn't, but he could. She might hate him, she might turn him in, but at least she'd know the truth, at least his conscience would clear. He could tell her. But he doesn't. Instead, he smiles at her, bowing his head to kiss her temple before rolling her over on to her back, his arm trapped beneath her as he hovers above. "How could anything be wrong when I'm sharing my bed with a very beautiful, very naked, Regina Mills?"
The smile she flashes borders that of a smirk, but he can see the slight tint of red to her cheeks, the beginning of that sparkle in her eye that he'd had to work so hard to find. It thickens his throat with guilt, and self-loathing, and what he knows in his heart is love.
Regina smiles again, rising up as best she can with a palm pressed gently against his cheek until she can dip her head backwards and seal his lips with hers, a sweet and gentle kiss that soon grows heated. She sighs happily, and he closes his eyes, pretending that this isn't nearly as complicated as it actually is.
He trails kisses up her jaw and then down her neck, taking extra care to suck on her throat, where he can feel and hear her moan vibrate. Her hand moves, sliding down his cheek to his shoulder, where her finger curl and dip his skin. She arches in to his touch, in to the heat of his body and the pleasure it brings.
Robin loves the way she reacts to him. He loves the way she shivers when he drags his fingertips down between the valley of her breasts, down her stomach and over her ribs. He loves the way her breath hitches as he swirls his tongue over her nipple, pulling away only far enough to purse his lips and blow. He loves the way she whines when he dips two of his fingers inside her, only to find that she is already wet and slick and so, so ready. She always is. He loves that too. He loves how snugly he fits, how she's still tight enough to stretch around him but not too tight where he's afraid she'll break if he moves too fast, or too hard.
He loves how vocal she is, how she'll scream if she wants, or moan, or gasp. She'll slam her palm against the wall behind her, she'll dig her nails in to his sides, his back, grit her teeth and curse like a sailor. He loves hooking his arms under her knees, drawing them as high up his waist as he can, until they're bent back and she is even tighter, even snugger, warmer, wetter, louder. He loves when she's on top, her hands in her hair or pressed flat against his chest, her knees digging in to his hips as she gyrates, rocking forward and rolling back. He loves when she comes. She tenses, her whole body drawn tight. Her breath catches, her chest heaves and her thighs quiver.
She is loud at first but when she's ready, when she's seconds away from coming undone, she falls quiet. She grits her teeth and closes her eyes, whines in the back of her throat or muffles her cries in the pillow, the sheets, his neck. It's only when they fuck, when they go hard and fast and rough, when pools of sweat and cum ( and on one occasion, Regina's very wet, very messy release ) - it's only then that she cries out, chokes on her words of unintelligible babble. She'll curl in to herself then, twist and turn and try to push him away. He loves that too. He loves everything about her, about them...
Fuck.
They fall asleep in the early hours of the morning, waking only once the sun becomes too hard to ignore. They stay cuddled together for a few more minutes, until Regina finally drags herself out of his bed. She stretches, naked and bare and he finds himself utterly enamoured with her. Which she knows, if the smirk she flashes his way over her shoulder is anything to go by. He watches her as she stands, pads over to his kitchen, rising on her toes at the cold tiles beneath her feet until she's gotten used to them, and she starts to root around his measly refrigerator, looking for something to eat.
Robin turns on to his back, his arms raised above and under his head, as he stares at the ceiling, in the exact same position as he was in the night before, only with Regina on the other side of the room. The flash of his cell distracts him for a moment, and with a quick glance over at Regina, he rolls on to his side and sits up, feet planted on the floor as he reaches for his phone and flips it open, bending over with his elbows on his knees as he squints at the text.
And he swears.
"Shit!"
He's on his feet instantly, rummaging around the floor for something to wear, whether it's clean or not, it doesn't matter. He's late for a check-in with the Chief, and if he doesn't get in contact with his handler soon, they'll assume he's been compromised and, well. That's not good.
"Robin?"
He's throwing a t-shirt on over his head when he looks at her, standing with one ankle crossed over the other, foot pointed on the floor as she leans against the refrigerator, the door open in front of her and her head is cocked to the side, one of her eyebrows is raised, and she looks at him in concern, with maybe a little amusement thrown in.
"It's fine. I'm fine. I'm just late for something. I have to go but, uh, you stay. Eat. Sleep. I'll be back or, I don't know, we can meet up later?" Her lips part with an answer that he really, really doesn't have time for, so as he buckles his belt and zips up his jeans, he wanders over and presses his lips to the side of her head, muttering 'love you,' against her temple before he rushes out the door, leaving her standing in his kitchen wide-eyed, confused, and naked.
It's not until two streets away that he stops in the middle of the sidewalk, causing one old man with a bag full of clothes to knock in to him, and swear in a language even Robin doesn't recognise - it's not until then he realises he'd told Regina Mills that he loves her.
... fuck.
NOTES: This is actually not a one-shot. It will be a two-shot. When will I post part two? I'm not sure yet. But it probably won't be the next chapter I post. Who knows. I decided to make it a two-shot because I didn't think it was fair to end it there, when you guys didn't get to see Regina finding out that Robin's a cop. So... that will be part two of this two-shot. I hope I am forgiven through the somewhat detailed, somewhat small amount of smut that is in this chapter. Anyway, let me know what you think. Thank you guys so much for all of your support and feedback. Keep prompting! Xo.
