A/N: Be aware this is an M RATED chapter.


Regina walks to the staircase, the sway in her hips making clear her intent. Turning to look at him, hand outstretched, her eyes darken with desire.

"Enough talking," she says, arching an eyebrow.

Robin walks slowly to meet her at the base of the stairs, stopping at the step just below her. Regina gently bows her neck down, but there is nothing gentle in the way her mouth ravages his own. It is a lifeline to a drowning man. And he is drowning.

He runs the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip and she nips at him.

"Unless you plan on taking me right here on the stairs…"

I'm not against that idea, he thinks.

She pulls away and their eyes lock. She shakes her head, tapping him on the nose with a smile and sashaying up the rest of the stairs.

Entering the bedroom she begins to undress, but Robin steadies her hand.

"No. Let me take care of you tonight," he says, pushing her gently over to the bed.

He quickly strips off his jacket and lifts his tee shirt overhead, baring sleek planes of muscle.

"Let me do this."

He walks to the bed where she sits, crouching down beside her. Robin runs his hands through her silken black strands, taking in her face. There is such fragility and strength there. I will never tire of this, he thinks, straining up for a kiss.

He kneels to remove her high heels, strange contraptions that they are. He unbuttons her blouse, sliding the soft material off her shoulders, taking the opportunity to run his hands down her body, worshiping her.

Robin takes her hand, leading her to stand. Never breaking eye contact, he reaches behind to unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her only in lingerie.

Regina kneels on the bed, and he moves behind her, trailing open mouthed kisses from her shoulder to her neck, breathing in her scent. He can feel her body relaxing against his chest, her head lolling gently to one side.

Robin unclasps the blasted sexy bit of something he has heard her call a bra, letting it fall. Hands sliding up her ribcage, his hands move to hold her breast heavy in his hands, never leaving his ministrations at the delicate skin just below her ear.

Lazily one hand moves around her waist, sneaking beneath the elastic band, rubbing her apex. He can feel the dampness already.

"Robin…"

He stands.

"Lean back my love," he murmurs, moving on to the bed and lowing his mouth to her center. It is a light kiss at first through the material that covers her heat. Slipping it to one side, he slides his tongue slides up the center of her core, nuzzling her button, causing Regina to lift off the bed, His fingers soon replace his mouth, He watches her reaction, massaging her clit with his mouth as he slowly slides his fingers in and out of her most intimate area.

Robin inhaled deeply, dizzy from the heady scent of her sex, the sound of her heavy breathing.

"Open for me, Regina."

He adds another finger and her head falls back, sighing heavily. In and out, he continues mercilessly, increasing the pace until she cries out his name.

Robin allows himself a self-satisfied smirk, biting his bottom lip.

After the shaking subsides, Regina grasps his hair hard, pulling him up until they are parallel. She snakes around, pushing him onto the bed.

"You think that's funny, huh? My turn."

She crawls on top of him, grinding her wet panties over the prominent bulge in his jeans. They indulge in the moment, intoxicated by the sensation.

Regina quickly flips open the button to his trousers, dragging his pants down, his manhood springing forward without hesitation.

Her hands run up his thighs, pausing to grip his base as she lowers her head.

Robin can see starts behind his closed eyelids as his body begins to vibrate. Nothing else exists. There is only Regina and her beautiful mouth. That perfect mouth that tempts him, teases him, vexes him and loves him.

"Oh gods Regina, Oh gods."

He says her name over and over, until it's more like a prayer.

He hips buck, and he struggles to control himself, clutching bunched sheets in his fists to keep himself from trying to control her actions. She takes him to the brink, and then pulls back again and again.

"I suppose you've suffered enough."

She straddles him, pulling the barrier that separates them to one side. She sinks down upon him, taking his length bit by bit. Beginning with shallow thrusts, they begin to dance.

His head reaches up to her breasts, nipping the underside of one, and then taking a nipple in to his mouth. Her hands in his head control every action, pulling the sandy strands tightly when she is pleased.

Suddenly flipping Regina on to her back, Robin removes her panties. He surges forward, her body stretching to accommodate him as he fills her completely and they begin in earnest.

Pistoning like a man possessed, he roughly grabs her hips. Now is not the time for gentleness.

Powerful thrusts take over as they break against each other, racing toward some unseen finish line. Robin can feel the sweat beading on his back as Regina writhes beneath him, matching his pace, up and down. They tear at each other, no longer dancing but fighting to reach that little death. Their bodies meet again and again until Robin can no longer take it, emptying himself inside of her.

He can feel her quivering around him, as he continues to plunge her depths, giving her the last shuddering, searching thrusts and she finds her own release. He collapses beside her.

Leaning up on one elbow, he runs his warm, calloused fingers over her body, feeling her shiver.

Watching her, he takes in this moment; her dark eyelashes are closed and he sees a soft smile playing against her lips. The scent of sex is in the room, but something sweet is there too. This is where I belong.

He takes a moment to enjoy this perfect peace, the woman he loves beside him, evidence of their lovemaking cooling on his body.

Robin pulls her into an embrace, fingers idly playing in her dark strands until sleep claims him.


A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! This is my first attempt at an intimate scene and the most difficult to write. I can't get better without critique, so I'd love to hear from you.(Was it too cheesy, too dirty, not dirty enough?) In any case, I hope you enjoyed it!