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It's Friday and still Regina cannot shake her embarrassment from Tuesday morning, of course she had followed through with her plan, had popped back to the station (fully clothed) on the Tuesday afternoon and had handed her husband the forgetting potion for David. However, the action didn't quite rid her of her own humiliation unfortunately.
She had contemplated making one for herself, to spare her the image of David's horrified expression and Robin's too, for that matter. However, it would only be useful until Saturday morning, up until the moment where Dr Rocker will bring up the office fantasy and all magic will be withdrawn and replaced with the horrible recollection of reality. So it's useless; something she is going to have to deal with. Besides, she's sure that when the time comes that she and Robin actually get to have their way with one another in his office, the horrid memory will be replaced with something much more enjoyable to recall. So once again, she just has to be patient; after all she's getting quite good at that recently.
But, it's Friday night which means exciting things ahead, after Tuesday's disastrous event mainly being down to miscommunication, Regina and Robin had decided to discuss their next idea whilst doing the dishes together on Wednesday night- to clarify one another's intention when it came down to making Regina's fantasy reality. They had both agreed to go ahead with it, to do it the coming Friday and to not back down after yet another blip in their sex life. It cannot and will not fail this time, they are determined for it. Plus, their children aren't present this evening, they're at Mary Margaret's as they are every other Friday night which allows the couple all the privacy in the world to fuck on the couch. Or floor, Regina really isn't too fussy.
She gets in at 6pm to an empty house and a few hours to waste until Robin gets home. He had told her that he will try and get off early, will try and come through the door at 11:30pm rather than 1am or as close to that time as he can get, so that he won't leave her waiting too long.
Therefore now Regina is stuck with the difficult decision of whether or not she should act surprised when he arrives, to play along as if she were none the wiser to his early appearance and incessant passion to have her then and there or whether she should forget the talking and go straight to the good stuff. The problem is, though, that if she did that there wouldn't be that exciting build up, no flirtatious conversation that could have her stomach flaring and cheeks flushing.
So she decides to go with the flow (although she is almost certain that it will lead to her playing the innocent, it's much more fun that way) as after all, she and Robin never used to have to plan out everything when their sex life was good, and boy, was it good a few years back. So she fathoms that it's best to just let nature take its course and be spontaneous, that way they may not actually fuck up if they aren't thinking too hard about it.
With that thought, Regina decides that the only thing she'll worry about for the rest of the night is what set of lingerie to wear beneath her night gown.
...
Things are quiet at the station and so Robin is allowed plenty of time to himself to let the excitement of what's waiting for him back at home to settle in. He is determined for tonight to go as planned, no dodgy hotel, no hysterical laughter, no sending the wrong thing to the wrong person and no flashing his co-worker. Really, when he thinks about it, there is very little that can go wrong with tonight (though he pushes that spout of confidence to the back of his mind, doesn't want to jinx it) and so he is practically on the edge of his seat as he watches the telephone, just daring it to ring and delay him and his plans.
But it doesn't. Not once. And Robin is delighted when Emma lets him go a few hours earlier due to limited funds and an unnecessary amount of staff at the station when things are so quiet. He checks the clock as he packs up his things and notices that it's only just coming up to 11pm which is great, fantastic even, as it still allows him the element of surprise when he gets home.
"Why are you in such a hurry to get going tonight?" Robin hears from his doorway and realises that Emma is stood there watching him shove his belongings into his bag with an amused smirk on her face.
Robin rolls his eyes. "Because we've ran out of donuts and the coffee machine is broken." He retorts with a chuckle which Emma reciprocates.
"That's not it." She replies with a raised brow (damn her super-bloody-power) as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Although Leroy is coming tomorrow to fix the machine." She adds with a nod of her head to the side.
"Perfect." Robin replies with a smile, disregarding Emma's first statement and thankfully she lets his fib slide.
"Say hi to Regina for me and tell her that I think you and her should come around for dinner next week or something." The blonde announces, stepping out of the doorway to let Robin through.
"Like a double date?" He teases in retort, slinging his rucksack over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow aimed at his co-worker.
"What are you, 16?" Emma scoffs with a roll of her eyes, "Forget I said anything. I'll ask the grown up of your relationship tomorrow." She dismisses with a wave of her hand and a shake of her head.
Robin hisses at the insult as he raises a hand to his chest and over his heart, "Oh, your words, how they wound me!" He teases, earning a smack of retaliation on the hand from Emma.
"Piss off, Robin." She growls, though it's only in playful annoyance. "Next time I will take the Friday night off and you can work until the end of your shift." She adds with a twisted smile before heading back in the direction of her office. "Have a good evening, loser."
Robin smirks at that, oh he intends to. "You too!" He replies over exaggerating the kindness in his voice as he offers a little wave and then turns and heads towards the door.
...
Regina is cuddled up in her blanket on the sofa as she chomps through her sliced carrot whilst watching Channing Tatum flaunt his marvellous body in Magic Mike. She has no shame in enjoying a bit of him and his versatile acting every once in a while on a Friday night and besides, this movie is certainly helping her kill time as well as get in the mood all at the same time.
In fact, it's because of this that she practically jumps out of her skin upon hearing the door open, making her quickly discard her bowl of carrots onto the coffee table as she glances at the clock. 11pm, just gone. Shit! Robin's home super early and she's so not ready for him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" She whispers in a mantra as she folds the blanket over the back of the sofa messily and quickly shuts off the TV.
"Regina?" Robin calls, as he removes his jacket hanging it up in the closet and slipping from his shoes. His heart is pounding and he has to fight the massive smile that is trying to stretch its way across his lips. He hears shuffling in the living room and so heads in that direction, running a hand through his hair before stepping through the doorway.
A small smirk curves his lips as he witnesses his wife laying casually yet sexily along the length of the sofa, her brown eyes glistening up at him as she shakes her hair from her face.
"You're home early." She purrs, now fully recovered from the mini heart attack she had suffered from just moments ago.
Robin finds it hard to battle his hard on with the simple sound of her voice, a whisper of pure allure and seduction which does not fail to run a shiver down the length of his spine. However on the outside (as if some type of miracle) he manages to keep his cool. "I know, I just couldn't stop thinking about you." He replies with all the seriousness and sexiness that he can conjure.
Regina licks her lips as she feels her heart do loops in her chest, this is it. This is finally going to happen and she could not be more thrilled. "Oh?" She whispers, watching with a rapidly increasing heartbeat as Robin moves over towards her and around the couch.
"Oh." Is his reply causing a shuddering breath to leave Regina as she is now looking up at her husband, his body just inches from her as he towers above her. This is so erotic and he hasn't even touched her yet. Their eyes simply hold one another's for a few long seconds until slowly he reaches down, caressing her jaw before gripping it lightly and a silence that seems to last a life time stretches out between them only heightens the suspense. Regina simply waits, waits for him to speak, to do something, but he doesn't and before she can stop them the words are out of her mouth:
"Fuck me."
Her husband hesitates a moment his chest stilling as if he's holding his breath, his lips parting in what Regina cannot quite decipher if it is arousal or shock... but who is Robin to resist such a generous offer? A grin suddenly forms his lips before they are pressed against his wife's in a breathtaking kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she sits up and pulls him down to her, resulting in him falling clumsily to her side. Neither of them care, however, as they become lost in one another, kisses becoming hungry and needy as heat ripples through each of their bodies and ignites the flames of lust from deep within their stomachs.
Regina is the first to pull back for air, her lungs feeling tight and small as she realises just how breathless her husband's bruising kisses have left her. Her lips are plump and bruised to the touch. "I have a feeling those thoughts of yours weren't all that innocent" She teases with a sigh, her nails combing through Robin's hair as she lays against the arm of the sofa panting elegantly, her head tilting to the side as she feels Robin's chuckle against her skin, now diverting his kisses down the side of her jaw. Mmm, yes, this is what she's been waiting for, this is what she so desperately wants, so desperately needs.
She drops a hand to tug at Robin's shirt, un-tucking it from his pants so she can run her nails up his lower torso (she can't reach too far, not from this angle) and she gives a cruel grin as she feels Robin physically shiver at the contact, his teeth sinking into her lower neck as a counteract which has Regina moaning, scratching a line of four across her husband's skin in an attempt to grasp at something.
"Bloody hell." Robin rasps against the skin of his wife, the taste of her perfume lingering on his tongue as he tries to focus on her rather than the sting starting to grow on his lower torso. Although he welcomes the pain, it has another shudder of arousal wracking his body and he can feel himself beginning to strain against his pants.
His elbow is wedged between himself and the sofa, propping himself up as he moves his mouth back up to meet his wife's, his free hand now beginning to explore her body as Regina's make quick work of his buttons. She welcomes him with a warm open mouth, sliding her tongue over and around his as she pushes up into his gentle touch, has him squeezing, itching his hand further north to cup and grope at her clothed breast.
"Off." Regina mumbles against his lips but it has him pulling back, looking at her with a raised eyebrow in a silent question.
"My nightgown." She breathes with a roll of her eyes in her impatience. Her breasts are tight against the silk material as Robin takes a lingering glance, his tongue wetting his lips as he can see the way that the fabric to her underwear is sheer, two perky buds tenting the gown that little bit.
"Yes, Milady." Robin mutters obediently, sitting up that small amount to allow him space, and to his delight he finds that the nightdress has already ridden up to bunch at her waist, making it easy for him to grip the hem and slip it over Regina's head in one swift movement.
He hasn't much time to admire though, for Regina is now sitting up with him, pushing back his shirt until it slips off of his shoulders and onto the rug beside the foot of the sofa. And now her mouth is on his neck, kissing hungrily, greedily, down and along his pecks as her fingers grip his muscular shoulders firmly. She needs him and she needs him now. The action has Robin moaning, shivering with every wet kiss, though it does not stop his wandering hands, now moving freely up the back of his wife's back to free her bra (why she had put so much thought into her choice of lingerie she isn't quite sure because the floor will be seeing more of her underwear than her husband it seems. Not that she is complaining, of course.)
Regina's lips are back on his at the feeling of her breasts becoming that little heavier without the support of her bra, the straps sliding down her arms until she's slipping out of it and tossing it somewhere behind her, where? She doesn't know, nor does she care because her husband's hands are running up and down her bare back and she allows her hand to fall down between them and slide into Robin's pants making him give a chocked gasp in response.
"Oh it's been a while." She whispers, pulling back to look at Robin with a devilish grin and dark eyes, her fingers now slipping beneath the waistband of his underwear to run against his erect member.
"Holy- too long, my love." Robin manages in a rasp as he tilts his head forward to connect with his wife's, and he wonders just how he could have forgotten about how talented his wife's fingers could, oh lord, could be.
Regina smirks at his reaction, their breath mingling before she is retracting her hand, the tease, trailing it back up Robin's torso to wrap around his neck as she now moves to straddle him, her bare breasts pressing against his upper chest as she takes his face in her hands.
"I've missed this." She whispers, though, the devil she is, her hips are now grinding down against his erect member making it difficult for Robin to reply, the friction almost painfully good though it has Regina moaning, has her closing her eyes as the button of his pants presses in all the right places with each downward thrust of her hips.
But that's not enough, Robin won't have her be the reasoning behind her own orgasm so he's bringing his hand down between them, slipping it beneath the very little material that's left on his wife causing his name to slip from her lips as her fingers tighten against his shoulders at the contact, her rocking hips never ceasing as now they move in rhythm to his fingers which are pressed deliciously against her clitoris.
Their eyes meet and a simmer of arousal clenches below Regina's waistline at the pure lust that is written across her lovers eyes. He's so turned on just from pleasuring her, and, Oh Lord, his fingers are talented, simply whipping her into a frenzy with but a flick against her clit. She could come like this, she wants to come like this, her moans becoming higher and higher as she raises to her knees, her hips moving back and forth, back and forth as she tilts her head back, pushes her breasts forward.
"More, Robin. Oh yes! Like that!" She exclaims as the pressure increases and then he's using the heel of his hand, rubbing it harshly against her sensitive bud whilst two of his fingers are easing their way into her dripping wet entrance. God, why isn't she in the mood more often?! Why don't they do this more often?! Another moan slips from behind her lips and she realises that they are triggering Robin's too, the sound turning her on even further, it has his name repeatedly dripping from her tongue as she rides his skilful digits, forcing him deeper.
This new angle, this new depth encourages Robin more, as now he is curling his fingers in that way, the way he knows with have all his wife's muscles tightening deliciously- can feel them do so as her walls squeeze his knuckles in retaliation.
Another breathless sigh is pushing its way past Regina's lips at the feeling of Robin doing exactly what she likes, exactly what she needs in order to come like this; from his fingers. She is never usually this vocal, hasn't had the chance to be with a house full of children but now she is letting everything slip and it's erotic for both herself and Robin to hear.
She is finally doing this, it's finally happening after all the therapy sessions, after all of the crappy suggestions and failed attempts at trying them out Regina is finally fucking her husband. Or, well, Robin is fucking her but she'll make up for that later. Enjoys this for now.
"Oh- Robin-" She gasps, "My breasts-" She tries but she's cut off by another low moan, her head rolling back as she revels in the pure ecstasy of being finger fucked by this man. However after years with being with this woman Robin gets the gist of the half delivered message thrown his way, cranes his head forward (despite the slight discomfort) and takes her erect nipple between his lips, tugs at it gently, remembering how she likes that, her hissed yes confirming that recollection.
Regina's jaw is slack now, lips parted and remaining that way as she is unable to even moan with this triple stimulation, every noise she attempts comes out in a silent rasp and, God, how sexy it is to see her like this again after such a long time, it has Robin painstakingly hard against his trousers as he begins to feel and hear his wife's juices trickle down the palm of his hand, her walls constricting and pulsating around him indicating that's she's close and so he releases her from his lips with a pop.
"Let me hear you, my love." He encourages causing yet another moan to tumble from her lips.
"I'm s- oh, God, Robin- I'm so close." She practically whimpers, opens her eyes to look down at her husband who has a face of determination and oh, he's turning her into such a mess, her fingers rising from his shoulders to run through her own hair and grasp at the roots almost desperately as everything in her tightens in a peak of ecstasy. "Robin!" She cries, her eyelids screwing shut as stars begin to show in front of her eyes, her body giving out as she comes undone around Robin's fingers, his further words of encouragement lost on deaf ears as Regina rides out her orgasm.
His fingers slow, stop and then withdraw as she slumps against his chest in only the most graceful of ways, catches her breath and gives a delighted hum. Robin simply smiles, lifts his hand up to cup the back of her head as he drops a kiss to her locks, however Regina isn't done, just needed a moment because now she is sitting up, looking at him with a devilish glint in her dark chocolate eyes.
"Lay back." She urges, running her hand's up Robin's chest before pushing lightly in encouragement and he obliges, a grin curving his lips as he smoothes his soft, warm hands up his wife's bare back once more like before, his head now back against the arm of the sofa.
"I believe that a thank you is in order." Regina breathes, and she really shouldn't be this out of breath but it has been a while and that was quite an orgasm her husband had just given her, so she's allowed to be a little breathless. She brings her hands up to push her hair behind her shoulders licking her lips as she gazes down at Robin, her cheeks still flushed and chest still bouncing with her quick breath, though her confident demeanour is back.
Robin raises a brow, gives a low and sexy chuckle which wracks his chest making his wife shake above him slightly, "God, how I've missed this Regina." He beams and Regina's answering grin causes him to reach up and pull her down for yet another warm (and slightly messier than before) kiss.
"Me too." She purrs against his lips before giving a suggestive roll of her hips against the bulge in her husband's pants. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" She teases with a very evil-queen-like chuckle, sitting back to gaze down at Robin's protruding erection, currently tenting his pants. A light smirk tweaks the corner of Regina's lips as she reaches down and grips at his length through the material with a hum in mock thought.
"Mmm, Regina. Play nice." Robin warns, his lids now heavy as the ache in his pants only grows with the contact.
"Since when do I do that?" Regina teases leaning down slowly before pressing a light and lingering kiss to his lips. "Now shush. We aren't done." She hushes and with a look of concentration she's reaching back down, unzipping Robin's pants before urging them and his boxers down to his knees, freeing his generous erection. She had forgotten just how big he is, how his length could fill her to the brim at certain angles, certain positions. This being one of them.
Regina wraps her hand around him, giving him a slow and lazy pump which has his eyes fluttering closed and his hands falling to her hips to give them a slight squeeze. The simple caress of Regina's fingers is enough to drive him mad; and how relieved he his is to have that back again.
However all coherent thoughts are lost at the back of Robin's mind as she's guiding his length into herself, still damp from her earlier arousal and a mirroring moan slips from the lips of both parties at the feeling of home, at the feeling of being together again as one. And why had they let this slip? This intimacy, this closeness, this unexplainable pleasure. It doesn't matter now, though, because they are here now, in this moment and they have come so far.
"Robin." Regina whispers leaning forward and pressing her lips to her husband's before she begins to move her hips, slowly at first until she feels Robin's move to meet each thrust, the counteraction has her moaning into his mouth, has her heart beating erratically once more as her skin begins to flare hotly. "Does this, mm, suffice?" She teases, leaning back and pressing her palms to his chest to give her better leverage.
"You have no idea, My Love." Robin hums, and now his eyes are anywhere else but her face, admiring her curves, the smoothness of her skin and her bloody glorious breasts which begin to bounce as she picks up the pace, bouncing atop of his throbbing cock. He's really unsure as to how long he is going to hold on, with this angle, this pace, this pleasant sight of his wife and the fact that he hasn't gotten laid in a very long time.
However, he can tell Regina is working herself hard, shuddering moans of his name answering the low mutters of hers as she tries her hardest to catch up with his state of ecstasy, though she wouldn't be upset if he left her hanging, not after the intense orgasm she has just had. After all this is for him, for his release. A second orgasm would simply be a bonus.
Robin's eyes fall closed as he focuses on holding on as long as he can, he knows Regina isn't selfish but he wants this for her too, wants to come with her so he will hold on until he's red in the face if he has to.
"Harder, Robin." She commands and she realises with the answering bucks of his hips that this is what she needs, can feel a second climax begin to build, her knees burning as she continues to move up and down, up and down, her breathing choppy from the almost violent movements- though she craves this roughness, it has her crying out, has her biting her lip to silence herself as she feels her stomach begin to tighten. They can make love another night but they both needed this, needed a fuck.
"Regina-" Robin warns as he desperately tries to hold on, screws his face up in his effort.
"I know, Oh God, I know! Regina cries, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the living room as she gives a few more fervent knocks of her hips until her piercing scream cuts through the air.
"Fuck!" Robin curses as finally he lets go with a relieved groan of Regina's name, releases himself at force into his wife as she comes undone around him, her head thrown back and chest heaving in the most erotic of ways.
Regina slides down onto his chest after a moment of stillness, lifting herself off of Robin as she relaxes against his panting chest. Skin sticky with sweat but neither of them care as they bask in the aftermath of what has just happened. Regina sighs, nuzzles her nose into her husband's neck as she closes her eyes, "We are doing that again tomorrow."