Chapter 10. You Can Rely on Me
They can't keep their hands off each other. They had moved to the bathroom as Robin had suggested and there's no reason they can't be doing this. They are a couple, a married couple and if it wasn't for all the problems expecting them as soon as they leave this house, they would be doing this more often.
Because this feels so right, and so, so good. Even if they are just kissing.
She has her back against the cold tiles that cover the walls of their bathroom, but she feels warm with Robin's body against her and the hot water leaving the shower that is fixed above their heads.
She feels comfortable this way, has one of Robin's hands caressing her cheek while the other is carefully placed beside her torso on the wall behind her, and he keeps kissing her gently, not hurriedly or fiercely, just the soft caresses of his lips capturing hers with just the right amount of tongue in the middle.
It's heaven, and it's really helping her to forget everything. Forget about the fact that they are competition, working for rival companies, or about Gold that by now is probably coming up with something that may kill them in the process, or about Henry and the fact that she was about to ask for help to the man that shot her husband. God, she has to define priorities, she can't deal with everything at the same time.
But for now, she's just letting herself get carried away by this moment, allowing the warm water to wash every worry in her head that it's not about helping the man in front of her to soothe the bulge that she can feel against her. She has to do something about his erection, would have done it already if it wasn't his interruption in the bedroom. But he was right, the shower had been the best idea ever and now she could pick up where she left off.
So she lets the hand buried in his hair find its way down his wet torso, through his abs and belly, and letting her fingers close around him when she reaches her goal, earning a breath of relief against her mouth.
"Regina..." he gasps, joining their foreheads together as she strokes him up and down until he halt her movements with a hand on her wrist, "I want to be inside you."
He wants to come inside her, she fixes it in her head. But she knows him better than anyone else and already knew that he wouldn't want her to finish him in her hand. So she nods promptly, a way to promise him that she will do as he asks, and continues the slow motion around him, pecking his lips and whispering, "Just let me know."
And he trusts her. Trusts her with every fiber of his being that she'll stop as soon as he asks. And maybe it's the better, bring him close to the edge before he picks her up and guide himself into her. He doesn't have the full strength he used to have in his arm yet, and it could become difficult for him to support her through the whole time. This will work, believing that she'll not last long too and that he'll be able to stop her before he comes.
So he focuses on the sensations her hand is bringing to him when she increases up the pace a little, enough to have him breathing hard and releasing groans of pleasure in her ear, at the same time her other hand is still buried in his hair, keeping his cheek against hers so she can whisper to him.
"You think I'm sexy, you should see you right now," she teases, nibbling his ear and stroking his tip with her thumb, failing to watch as he bites his lower lip in reaction.
"You are," he gasps, and he'll never get tired of saying that to her, and call her beautiful, and say he loves her, all truths he wishes to repeat over and over again for her to hear. But he can't say he doesn't like a compliment, even more when she's doing this to him and he can't really control his reactions.
Not when she makes this little spiral motions with her hand to see him struggle with his breath, or when she lets out those small moans even if he's not touching her in any way, but he knows that she makes that to affect him. Well, it's not that he can't fight back, right? Besides, maybe will help to work her up a little too.
So without second thoughts, his hand stops on her breast, his fingers already working its magic on her nipple while his mouth moves to her neck, sucking at her pulse point and now she has real reasons to moan. He just doesn't want to draw her attention from her task, as selfish as can seem it's his turn, so he relieves some of the pressure of his ministrations when he feels her grip is no longer so firm, and has her making him move with her in no time again.
They manage to find a good rhythm for both of them, he's no longer sucking on her neck, is just kissing and swirling his tongue from time to time over her skin, drinking in the little droplets the shower leaves on that spot, and she's working faster with her hand, moving her thumb through his tip one more time, knowing that will earn her louder moans from him.
"Is this good?" she asks, her voice low and flirty, and he nods, tells her something that she thinks is 'amazing', but with his head buried in the crook of her neck, she can't quite decipher. She knows it's good if the thrust of his hips in any indication, but she finds she likes to hear him say that himself, even if his words right now are not the most perceptible ones.
This is working, is so, so working.
Robin is panting and moaning, and applies a bit more of pressure on her breast when she makes those spirals with her hand one more time, picking up the pace for the next strokes.
He'll enjoy this as long as he can. Of course, he will stop her when he has to, wants her to come one more time that night and will not be by his hand again, but she had this bright idea, and with the earlier images of her in their bed, coming around his fingers, Robin is quickly approaching his limit.
He lets his hand fall from her chest, raises his head from her shoulder and kisses her fiercely. It has nothing to do with their previous kiss, when he was being gentle, kind, no. This one is passionate, more intense from both sides, tongues battling against each other for dominance, but neither of them seems to care and the situation is not longer the same either, so it seems more than appropriate.
"Christ, Regina," Robin joins their foreheads together, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to catch his breath if at all possible.
She's moving harder, biting her lower lip in a pleased smirk at seeing what she's able to do to him. Not that she didn't know, this man is more than crazy about her, but it's always good to know she's still able to leave him all worked up.
How could he even be jealous of that sheriff? It's more than proved he's the one she wants to be with, she married to Robin because he'd been able to make her fall in love with him in such a short period of time, but she's fooling herself if she believes she doesn't feel a little bit flattered by his jealousy. As well as she feels flattered by the way he's so desperate for her, the way he lets the pleasure take over his features, stopping him from open his eyes and making his jaw clench with each stroke. Shit, now it's her who needs him. She selfishly needs him to make her come again. But she was the one who started this, it's her fault he's not inside her right now, and it would be too bad to stop at this moment.
So she focuses even more on her task, focuses on bringing him closer to the edge, failing completely to ignore the moans on the back of his throat that contribute to leaving her even more wet, but she manages, tightens the grip around him and brings her mouth to his ear to confess, "I can't wait to have you inside me."
She would think her words would help him, and she doesn't know if that was the case or if he can't really counter her, but he wraps his fingers around her wrist, a clear sign for her to halt her movements, and she does just that, releases him from her grasp and asks sincerely, "Were you close?"
Even if he wasn't, he would be nodding right now because, how is he suppose to refuse her? He knows her, and knows that by this time this whole thing is getting to her too, he could tell by her voice, and probably this way he'll be able to wait for her, so it can't be a bad idea.
Without another word, he closes the distance between them, pulling her for a kiss that it's more gentle this time and it's meant to just last the time he takes to move his hands down her legs, scooping her up and holding her with his forearms by her thighs so he can reach her entrance with his thumb.
He's not surprised to find her still wet, or already wet, Robin is not sure which one, but she's ready for him and it's not nice to keep a lady waiting, right?
So he smiles, and she smiles back, helping him to line up with her and oh, this is so much better than the hands...
"Good?" he asks, his voice almost a groan - she'd left him on the edge so he's probably even in a further stage than her - but she understands, manages a 'yess' in response and tightens her grip around his neck to be carefully secure in his arms when he starts to thrust into her.
Robin begins with a leisurely pace, doesn't want to have them finishing it before they even started, and pulls back slowly, pushing back in again and pinning her more securely against the wall.
This helps. It's one more support to help Robin holding her even if Regina is doing everything to don't put too much weight on his arm, but he needs to support himself as well, feels his back aching for being carrying all the weight, and Robin knows that this won't be good for his shoulder either.
"Babe, I need to move my arm," he stops, and she understands the message, holds herself to him even better than she was before, and lets him unwrap his right arm from her leg, placing his hand against the wall and his forearm under her knee instead. This is better, allows him to support himself with his hand while her weight is split over both his arms. He can work with this, the last thing he wants is to let her fall.
"I'm better now," he smiles, swiping his tongue over her lip when she leans forward to kiss him, and resuming his movements inside her.
God, she needed this so much. Feels so good to have him again after everything that happened in the last few days. And he's really here with her, every part of him is making her moan against his mouth and scratching the back of his neck as he moves his hips faster.
What on earth were they thinking when they tried to fight this? Fight their relationship? She'd never felt so in love as she's for her husband, it's more than obvious they wouldn't be able to stay away from each other and the idea of the divorce... oh god, she'd been so stupid, ask Robin for divorce.
"Robin..." she moans, an attempt to call his attention, but he's really determined to give her pleasure and she knows that it will take more than that to draw his attention from what they are doing right now, "Robin, I... uhn... I don't... mmh... I don't want the divorce," she breathes, but why is he chuckling? It's probably not the best time to talk about that, but nothing keeps her from making sure she'll not spoil everything later.
"I figured that already, love," he smirks, kissing her jaw and focusing his attention back on the task at hand. She's so beautiful like this, eyes closed and parted lips, and her cheeks red, probably from his last words or just because their current activities, and it's all because of him, it's him who can leave her this way, all hot and worked up.
"I love you," she confesses one more time, crushing their mouths together without giving Robin a chance to reply. He doesn't have to, she knows it already and knows their relationship is stronger than ever, and there's something she knows for sure, she will do everything in her power to come back to this man every day of her life, and to protect him from Gold or any person who tries to hurt him. But for now, she can be here enjoying this with him, without thinking about everything outside, just focusing her attention on the delicious things he's doing to her.
And it's really delicious, the way he moves in and out of her, making her whimper and tighten the grip around his shoulders as she moans, louder and repeatedly, and thank god they have the whole house to themselves because she doesn't think she would be able to keep quiet through this.
"Don't stop," she gasps, and Robin is more than happy to follow her requests, quickening the pace and thrusting harder and deeper into her, loving to see her so relaxed and comfortable again with him. He could gladly watch her like this for hours, the way her skin glows as the droplets of the shower run down her naked chest, or how her face contorts in pleasure when he pushes back into her with each thrust, god, he could come just at the sight of her.
"You're so gorgeous," he tells her, breathing deep to control himself. He never wanted her so much, never wanted to bring her closer to her peak as right now, but he'll wait for her, will always put her first in everything, so he attaches his mouth to her neck, desperate to have something to focus his attention to, and sucks, swirling his tongue to soothe the area when he thinks it is too much.
But at this point, nothing is too much. She's writhing and crying, and moving her hips with his, bringing him deeper and causing him to groan with her, both of them moaning and panting together as they approach their limits.
'God, Robin,' 'More,' and 'I'm so close,' she can't quite decide what she wants right now, she just wants him to make her come desperately, but he's already driving into her hard, fast, and she doesn't know how he does, but it seems he'd found the spot, that spot that makes her scream even more if it's possible, "Right there."
Her jaw drops open, her eyes shut, and it just takes a couple more of thrusts until she's coming, clenching around him and letting out loud cries with him when he spills inside her too, thrusting three times more to allow them to ride their orgasms before he stills inside her, panting and giving them a moment to catch their breaths.
And then there's the silence. Just the sound of the water in the background as she remains holding on to him, never wanting to let go of this moment when they are just holding each other, her face in the crook of his neck while he brings his mouth to her ear while he slips off her and places her back on the floor.
"I missed you so much," he whispers, kissing the side of her head and encircling her with his arms now that he doesn't need to be supporting her anymore, "Promise me you'll not run from me anymore."
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They walk back to the room together, their bodies wrapped in a towel as the water continues to run down their skins, and hands interlaced, still not ready to let go of each other.
Despite their earlier distraction, the thoughts of what they still have to face are pretty present in their minds and they don't want to waste a minute to be close to one another. They will cherish every moment together, every second of their bodies touching and at least they don't have to think about that right now because they have a long night ahead before the start of another chaotic day, and they will be able to rest in each other's arms, gather energies to what they know is about to come.
The sex had been great to ease her mind, but now Regina can say with all the certain that what she really needs right now is her sleep. She's exhausted and ready to clean herself and slip into bed with Robin, looking forward to the moment when his hand around her will lull her to a well-deserved sleep, hoping that she can do the same for him.
So she stops by the vanity with Robin, preparing to dry herself with the towel, when the light of her phone placed on the wooden surface draws her attention, announcing a new mail in her inbox, and making her freeze at the sight of it.
"What is it?" he asks, kissing her shoulder and wrapping an arm around her from behind while the other reaches for his phone as well, when he notices the same signal for a notification.
Shit. Everything for a little peace.
His gaze falls to her phone in front of her, and he knows he shouldn't really be snooping, but if the message in her screen is anything similar to the one on his phone, he believes he has more than right to know, as well as he makes sure to fill her in about the last news of his company.
"They gave me twenty-four hours to kill you," he sighs, throwing his phone back over the surface and allowing her to leave his embrace when she turns to face him after placing her phone beside his.
"Same," she says, as if he didn't know it already, but he doesn't say anything, just watches as she unwraps the towel from her body to clean herself as quickly as she can, and moves toward the dresser to collect some clothes, throwing a shirt at him, "We need to hurry."
"Wait, what?"
What's she thinking? He doesn't believe she will do what she was asked, but she doesn't seem to want to ignore it either, so what's her idea? She wants to pick up a fight in the middle of the night?
"Regina, what are you doing?" he asks, halting her movements with a hand on her wrist and drawing her attention to him.
Their eyes lock together, her brown orbs staring directly at him, and he can see she's decided, she will do whatever it's crossing through her mind at that moment, and knowing her all too well, he can go along with her or just let her do what she wants. She won't let him stop her and he's aware of that, "Do you trust me?"
Of course he trusts her, more than himself right now, and if she would want to kill him, she had already done it by now, he just wants to know what she's planning so he can help her. But she doesn't seem too keen to explain everything at this moment, so he just nods, steals a quick peck from her lips and lets her get back to her task, focusing on getting dressed himself.
He just hopes she has a good plan. He's not willing to put her at risk and they have twenty-four hours, they could use that time to think of something. It's more than proved they won't kill each other, there's no way, so they have to know how they can make their companies see that, see that they will be more valuable if they let them in peace, doing their work as they have been doing this whole time. They don't have reasons to complain about their loyalty. But he trusts her, maybe she has a good idea and if they can deal with this soon, even better, so he finishes with his clothes, tucks his phone into his pocket and turns to her one more time, "What do we need?"
He waits as she looks around, her hands on her waist as she considers his question. She has magic, she doesn't need anything to protect herself, but he needs, needs something that allows him to be safe even if she's not around to guarantee that, so she asks for at least a gun, explains to him that his bow and arrow is not practical and that there's no need to carry everything with them, "And bring me an empty bag."
He's not sure why she wants that, but he doesn't question either. Instead, he rushes to gather everything she needs, a small gun for each one (he feels better if she has a backup plan in case her magic chooses to betray her), and the bag she asked that he carries to the passenger seat with him, waiting until she's back behind the wheel with something in her hand.
"What is that?" he asks, frowning at the tiny device in her hand that she quickly attaches to the empty sack. He's still as lost as he was when she told him they needed to hurry. He's just trying to follow her moves, do everything she asks, but it's confusing when he doesn't have a clue about what all of that is for.
"It's a GPS tracker, they put it in my car, claiming it's for when I needed help," she explains, turning on the engine and making their way towards their destination, "but now I believe they just wanted to control me."
He doesn't ask anything else until they are well located in one of the roads of the town, he has no idea where she's leading them, but he just asks the question he's expecting, when she seems calm, relaxed and in no hurry anymore, so there's no chance for her to shut him one more time, "So, can you tell me your plan now?"
Her eyes don't leave the road, she's still focused, but he can tell she's just gathering the information in her head to tell him, and he waits, focuses his gaze on their path and tries not to pressure her until she's ready to talk, glancing one last time at the rear-view mirror before she starts, "We will make them believe we left the town."
His eyes are back on her, not judging or letting her see he doesn't believe one hundred percent in this idea because, he haven't heard everything yet and he refuses to bring it down, but he can't say it's not risky because, it is. What if her company sends people after them? They know their location, so it's a possibility, and a huge one. But then she's continuing her explanation, and she seems decided, even proud, and he has not what it takes to counter her. He just hopes this won't bring them much trouble.
"As soon as I make this bag with the tracker cross the town line, they will lose the signal and the last thing they'll think is that we left Storybrooke. This should make them believe they will need a better plan, more structured, and hopefully, we'll have more time to think about one too, before they discover we're still here."
Well, it's her company, and she knows them better than him, so maybe she knows that this can work. If they were talking about his company, he can say with every certainty that they will be welcomed in the town line by an entourage, but thankfully is not, and, as far as he knows, they are not being followed yet, so it's a good sign, he thinks.
"Do you think they will buy it?" he asks, not wanting to doubt her, but this is another problem. Make them believe they would just run away without fighting back.
"Well, it's exactly what I would do if I knew we'd be left in peace," she replies, finally glancing quickly at him to offer him a swift smile.
He doesn't know if he would be able to just run away, leave everything behind, but it started to seem a better idea every time he thinks how their life could be peaceful. And they just needed to disappear. Roland would be safe in another town, one that didn't know about the old life of his parents as long as they quit their jobs, and they would start over, be the family they always wanted to be, maybe try for another baby and comply that Robin's dream that now seems so impossible.
"Can we really try your plan?" Robin asks with a smirk, teasing her with the perspective of leave Storybrooke with her, but they know they will not be left alone until they make everything clear with their companies, which is revealing to be more and more difficult as the time goes by, "Damn it."
"What?" she glances back at him, just to look at the rear-view mirror right away, noticing the black car following them closely. It's one of the cars from her company, she can tell by the driver, and who else would be following them at one in the morning? The road is practically empty at that hour. This was not in her plans, not this leech again, "Shit, it's Sidney. I knew it had been him to insist on putting the tracker in my car."
He doesn't know this Sidney, have never heard of him before, but he's not enjoying the way his wife is talking about him, as if his presence it's not even a threat, she seems more sick of him than really threatened, making Robin think that this is not a normal attempt of her company to stop them, "Who?"
"Sidney, he's my co-worker and has a crush on me as long as I remember," she answers, ignoring the car behind them and focusing on the road. She's not really worrying about him, is ignoring him as he's not part of her team, but maybe they should pay him attention, maybe he's not alone, "He's sick, I should have suspected he wanted the tracker to control me."
"Why am I just knowing about this n-?" Robin's words are interrupted by the sound of a bullet hitting the back of her car, making Robin lower his head and glancing back at the other man to notice the gun in his hand, but Regina remains focused, as if she hadn't heard anything, or like her admirer is not making her car a target practice. It's bad enough they have to deal with the entire company trying to kill them, they still have to put up with another crush. Robin would think Graham is enough, "Do you mind if I deal with him?"
He's not saying he will kill him, he just wants to make this man see with what he's messing with, but Regina knows this just became personal, knows Robin very well to know he doesn't want to lose this opportunity to protect what is his, and he's still struggling with the situation with Graham, so she shrugs, the only sign Robin needs to jump for the back seats of the car, opening the window and shooting against the front window of Sidney's car.
"Babe, that's a company's car, they're bulletproof."
"It's bulletproof," he shouts back, making her roll her eyes in amusement. He doesn't really have to deal with Sidney, she can deal with him later, they just need to get to the town line and do what she'd planned first, Sidney will not make any difference. So she speeds up, lets Robin keep up with his fun, and is glad to see they are finally on the road that leads them to the edge of the town, it's just a matter of minutes until they arrive at their destination.
"I'm starting to think all your admirers want me dead," he teases, shooting back at Sidney's car and making her roll her eyes one more time. He's enjoying this. Even if he's just wasting bullets, he's having fun and that makes her happy, she thinks. She just doesn't want to think about the moment they will need to stop the car. At that time, it will be her to deal with the situation. Sidney would never hurt her and they have to use that to their advantage, the moment is not far away and she just hopes Robin doesn't try to counter her because she'll not put him at risk.
So she prepares to inform him of just that, prepares to make the last turn before the sign of 'Leaving Storybrooke' comes into view, but she's taken aback by the sight in front of her, reducing the speed to have time to call Robin's attention.
"What, babe? I'm busy," he replies, turning around just in time to see at least two more cars waiting for them at the town line. He knew this could happen, didn't want to tell her and bring her down, but he knew it. And it's his fault too, he should have warned her about this possibility, that's why they are working as a team, to work together, but now is too late, and they have to deal with this, whether they like it or not, so it's better if he hurried, because her plan is more than aborted, "Let me drive."
"Why-"
"Let me drive!" he insists, taking the driver's seat and changing the car direction so he was now driving towards the direction where they just came from, towards Sidney.
"Robin, what are you doing?" she asks, trying to ignore the smirk on his lips and glancing back at the two cars that were now preparing to follow them. They have her company behind them and he wants to continue his game with Sidney? They have more things to think about right now than the leech of her co-worker and she intends to inform him of just that, "We have bigger problems."
But then he's speeding up, passing by Sidney and hitting the side of the back of his car with their own, causing the former to get out of the road and landing on the roadside with a now useless car.
"There, this should stop him for now, but I'll be more than happy to have a conversation with him later," he smirks, earning a smile in return from his wife that just lasts a couple of seconds until Robin is urging her to get down, as soon as he hears another shot from a gun hitting the back window of their car, "Can you stop them with magic?"
And then it hit her. Her magic. Why she just didn't make them disappear as soon as she realized this wasn't as she thought? She could just take them out of there safely and they would be back home or whatever she wanted to go, but she was so used to hide her magic from Robin that she never once thought about that possibility. She just wished she could ask him to trust her one more time, but she's not sure Robin will let her take the lead again, not after she almost lead them into a deadly trap.
"Robin, I have a way out, but will you trust me again?" she asks, looking at him and she can say she's surprised to see that he doesn't show any signs of regret about trusting her, just the opposite in fact. He answers her with a smile on his lips, an 'always' ready on the tip of his tongue, so she asks him to hold her hand, to never let go of her no matter the pressure he can feel, and she has to confess she's afraid to use this magic in him for the first time. She doesn't know what can happen if he fights against it. Maybe she'll be transported without him, maybe he will end up nowhere to be found. She needs to have him one hundred percent with her for this magic can work and she just let him down, she doesn't want anything bad to happen, "Are you sure? Because this needs-"
"Regina, just do it. You have my word that I'm not questioning your abilities to get us out of here."
And so she does it. Holds his hand and gathers all the magic she can to make it easier for him to travel, and soon enough their bodies are wrapped in a cloud of purple smoke, transporting them out of that car as her voice echoes in his head, asking him to focus on her and tighten the grip on her hand.
Hi, so this is the new chapter, I hope you liked!
Eager to see Robin's reaction after experience Regina's magic? ;)
Thanks for the reading and let me know if the story is making sense so far, it will help me a lot to continue to write if I know this is not a mess :P