They should know better than to make plans on the nights Regina works. But if they only ever made plans when they knew that she would be free, they would never make plans because who knows what catastrophe would spring up to take up her time, whether it be mundane problems in the mayor's office or something more fairytale. Tonight, it's the former, budget battles because everyone insists their department needs the most, that they're the most important, and as the clock ticks closer and closer to when she should be packing up her things to leave and she's still in the council meeting, Regina gives in and sends a text to Robin and Maleficent.
I'm not going to be home in time for dinner. Damn budget meeting.
Robin sees the message first—Maleficent is already preparing for their date, hasn't come out of her bedroom since she disappeared up there, and he sighs, texts back, Okay, luv. I'll call and cancel our takeout order. He trudges up the stairs, not looking forward to interrupting the dragon as she gets ready. He thinks she was excited about tonight, she's seemed on edge all day, and like the only way to relieve the pressure was going to be their dinner date and whatever activities might have occurred after. He knocks on the door, waits for what seems like several seconds before he hears Maleficent's drawled, "Yes?"
"May I come in?" he asks, and the door flings open. By magic, he realizes, as he can see her across the room, sitting at her vanity table and applying her makeup. She looks at him through her mirror, eyebrows raised at his interruption, but he finds he can't quite speak yet. He's well aware that Maleficent is an attractive woman, but right now he is struck by it.
She's wearing a deep red dress, a few shades lighter than maroon but still dark, and it clings to her like a second skin. Even with her sitting down, he can tell how well it fits her, how it hugs the curve of her waist. In the mirror, he sees the tantalizing neckline, the way it scoops down to the swells of her breasts (so unlike her usual modest wear), and she's already accessorized with a necklace that draws attention to it, the very tip of the pendant hanging in the line of her cleavage.
Maleficent clears her throat and his eyes snap back to hers in the mirror, meeting her gaze. He feels the flush creeping up his neck, feels like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. It occurs to him it's strange to feel that way, that he has technically done nothing wrong. He has, after all, seen her naked—has been inside her, though only the one time. He doubts she would mind him appreciating her form; indeed, she doesn't seem annoyed or offended at all by his ogling, if the amused look in her blue eyes is any indication.
"Did you want something?" she asks, her lips tilted up just slightly, somewhere between a smirk and smile, and oh, she knows exactly what she was doing with that little bit of innuendo.
"Yes," he says, and her eyebrows bounce, surprised by his bold admittance, but then he's holding up his phone. "Regina sent a message. She can't make it tonight. I thought I'd cancel our takeout order and just fix something here, tonight."
Maleficent scowls, dropping her tube of mascara with a clatter. "Of course," she mutters, rolling her eyes. "Well. So glad I've been so busy up here then."
"Wait." Robin's looking at his phone, seeing a new message from Regina. "She's just said we should still get our dinner, and that she had to pull some strings to get the restaurant to even do a takeout order." He frowns a little at the screen, and then looks back up to her. "Do… do you still want it?" He's unsure, a little timid, and it's not a feeling he's particularly used to. Even when he first pursued the erstwhile Evil Queen, he had his confidence, but Maleficent disarms him. Maybe it's the dragon thing, or the knowledge that she means a lot to Regina and he doesn't want to mess this up for her.
She hesitates, mulling it over. She has gotten all dressed up, is almost finished with her makeup and just has to finish her hair. But she and Robin have never done this alone—not like this, anyway. They've had the occasional coffee date without Regina, because they realized they should try to get to know one another at some point, but not a proper date, even if it's just dinner at home. It could be awkward, but then, she thinks, it could be fine, they've managed to be alone before without too much awkwardness, and it's been better since they fucked on Regina's couch. And damn it, she really wanted to have a nice dinner and flirt and eat expensive food and then get laid. She'd been looking forward to it all damn day, has been a little slicker between her thighs than she should be because she's so horny, and it's really that that makes her say, "Yes. I'm hungry."
For a man who spent years of his life in a forest, Robin turns out to be a spectacular fine dining companion. Maleficent isn't entirely surprised, because of course, she's known he's intelligent ever since she met him. But it hits her more tonight, when it's just the two of them, and all that charm is focused on her, those blue eyes never leaving her own (except when she inhales a little too deeply, and he can't help but glance at her chest, and even that mere act has her nipples tightening in anticipation).
And well, those dimples when he smiles, or laughs, and honestly she's surprised Regina managed to push him away back in the Enchanted Forest. Maleficent has no idea how she did it, though she has always had a healthy respect for Regina's strength of will.
Maleficent smirks just a little, and thinks she was a little premature in thinking that Regina's work had ruined the night. She brings her fork to her lips, slowly sliding the last bite of her chocolate lava cake into her mouth, noting how Robin watches her lips, noting the way his throat bobs as he swallows and his teeth take his lower lip between his teeth. It sends a bolt of arousal straight through her, has her squeezing her thighs together, and she wonders if he knows how damn attractive it is when he does that.
He looks down at their empty plates, begins to stand as he says, "I'll clean up. Go enjoy the rest of your wine."
But she stands too, crosses over to him and stills his hands. "I think I'd rather enjoy something else," she murmurs, looking at his mouth the entire time before she's cupping his chin in one hand and guiding him to meet her lips. He goes with no resistance, his hands coming to rest on her hips as their mouths meet, a gentle press of lip against lip until Maleficent grows bolder, her tongue running along the seam and coaxing his mouth open. He moans softly into her mouth, one hand coming up to cup the nape of her neck, fingertips burrowing into her curls as best they can. His other hand slides around her waist, pulling her flush against him, and that prompts Maleficent's own moan.
They break apart when the need for air overtakes them, and for a second, they hold on to one another, breathing each other's air and staring into one another's eyes. This is new, different; they've never touched like this without Regina there.
Maleficent licks her lips, can't resist capturing his mouth once more, and then her hands are at the buttons of his shirt, pulling at them. She feels him hesitate, his hands fluttering about her waist for a second, and he's muttering are you sure? between kisses. She almost rolls her eyes at him—for a thief, he can be surprisingly gentlemanly, and she has no use for a gentleman right now. "You've fucked me before," she points out, nipping at his bottom lip and tugging, something she's wanted to do all night, inspired by his habit of biting his own lip.
He groans, and his hands are finally doing something useful, moving up her back and grasping at the zipper. But he's still pausing, hasn't actually started sliding the zipper down yet, and she thinks she might just magic her clothes off at some point. "That was different," he mumbles as she begins kissing down his jaw. "That was for Regina."
Maleficent stops kissing him to stare instead, raising her eyebrows in shock. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?"
"No!" Robin blanches, and for a second she enjoys the way he's squirming, clearly realizing he's put his foot in it as a blush creeps up his neck. "I mean—I only meant that—the situation was different. Regina was here, and she was the one who suggested it, and—We haven't done this before by ourselves. I don't want you to think you—we don't have to—am I making any sense?"
She does roll her eyes this time, reaching up to cup his face in her hands, making sure he's looking her in the eyes when she says, "Robin. I want to do this. I want you." She leans forward to kiss him, but hesitates, wants him to meet her halfway.
He only pauses for a half-second more before he does, and this time it's his tongue darting into her mouth, stroking along her own. They kiss for several long moments, tongues seeking out and tasting one another, until Robin breaks away to leave a trail of wet kisses down her neck. Mal moans as he nips and sucks at her skin, actually lets out an embarrassing little whimper when his tongue dips into the hollow of her throat. His hand finds her dress zipper again, grasping it firmly, but he still doesn't tug it down. She wants to kill him, especially with the way he's tracing the neckline of the dress, kissing the swells of her breasts and teasingly running his tongue just under the fabric.
"Do you know how amazing you look in this dress?" he asks, and he sinks his teeth gently into the swell of one breast, worrying the skin with his mouth, marking her.
"Yes," she says simply, though the affect is almost ruined by her gasp.
Robin chuckles against her breast, releasing the skin and laving his tongue over it. "Yes, I suppose you do know," he murmurs, and finally, finally he's pulling the zipper, oh-so-slowly Maleficent thinks she feels each individual tooth of it unzip. "It's why you wore it tonight, right? Because you knew what it would do to Regina and me?"
"Well, I had hoped, anyway," she replies, huffing a short laugh, and when he lifts his head, she's smirking at him. "Seems I wasn't wrong."
"No, you definitely were not wrong." He eyes her, the way the dress gapes from being undone in the back, and then he's pulling it off, groaning when he sees her standing there in just her underwear. Barely enough fabric to even justify calling her half-naked in it, her bra pushing her breasts up so that they're even more delectable, a scrap of lace barely covering her sex. Robin's mouth is dry, has him swallowing hard, and Maleficent's smirk has only grown.
"Like what you see, thief?" she drawls, reaching out to finish unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and stripping him of his undershirt.
"Isn't that obvious?" he replies, pulling her into a fierce kiss, one hand going to the small of her back to guide her hips against his. He's hard for her already, his pants tight, and it's a relief when she drops her hands to his waist, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. He groans into her mouth when her hand slips into his boxers, wrapping around him and stroking.
They kiss and stroke and touch for a while, exploring the places that make the other moan and shiver and gasp. Robin peels Maleficent's bra and underwear from her body, kissing down the length of her, spends an inordinate amount of time simply mapping her hips and thighs with his mouth and fingers while she clutches at his head, trying to urge him to where she needs him most. When he finally acquiesces, he can't help but moan into her sex, she's so fucking wet and the sounds she makes when his lips wrap around her clit—gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous to hear, makes him impossibly harder for her as he sucks and licks and tastes the uniqueness of her.
"Oh, fuck," she groans, her hips rolling into his mouth as best she can while standing, and her knees are buckling, he has to catch her, his hands steadying her, his tongue steadily fucking into her. "Robin—fuck, so good—your tongue—ah!" She cries out, her hands clutching at his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. "My clit—suck, suck my clit!"
He teases her a bit, draws out his tongue slowly and runs it over her sex, savors her. She curses at him again, whimpering, and it's then that he takes pity on her. As much as he wants to hear her whimper again, he wants to hear her come, to taste her as she climaxes. His mouth wraps around her clit and he sucks hard, moans softly so the vibrations add to her pleasure and—
"Yes! Fuck, Robin, yes!" she shouts for him, hips jerking violently in his grasp as she comes. He draws out her orgasm, continues to suck and lick at her until her hands push his head away, that soft little whimper falling from her lips as her body sags.
"So good," he murmurs into the skin of her thighs, he's kissing her there, soft little presses of lip and drags of his stubble against her sensitive skin, just to keep her trembling for him. "You taste so good, Maleficent. Could taste you for hours."
"Maybe later," Mal groans, pulling him up, seeking out his mouth and sucking her taste off his tongue. "Right now, I want to fuck you," she adds, flicking her hands, and Robin finds himself lying on top of their bed, Maleficent straddling him, his pants and boxers stripped by the same magic that transported them there.
"Mmm," he groans, his eyes squeezing shut when she grinds her hips against him, lets him feel how slick she is from arousal and her orgasm, and he can't help the way his hips buck. He opens his eyes, looking up at her, his hands skimming from her hips to her breasts, kneading and cupping the mounds, his thumbs strumming her nipples. "As much as I enjoy the view like this, can I make a request?"
"You want to be on top?" she guesses, raising an eyebrow at him. She mulls it over, before nodding. "All right. Let's see how you do when you're in control." They reposition, and it feels a little awkward at first, both of them unused to being like this with the other. Robin bends his head and kisses her, something soft and sweet, surprisingly so considering the position they're in. But it helps, eases the awkwardness and rekindles the passion, and soon they're moving against one another, rocking and grinding, his cock sliding against her clit with every roll of their hips.
"Inside me," she gasps out, head digging into the pillow as he sucks at one of her nipples. "Fuck, I want you in me."
"Yeah," he agrees, nodding as he props himself up on one hand, reaching down with the other to line himself up, and then he's sliding into her, slow and steady, letting her adjust to his thickness as he pushes in.
"Oh fuck," they both groan when he's buried to the hilt, and for a second they kiss, or something like it, really just the press of their mouths as they breathe and take in the sensations running through them.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he mutters, shallowly thrusting, seeing if it's okay and she nods encouragingly, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as she clutches at him. "And so hot, so wet…"
Maleficent moans, wraps her legs around his hips and rolls her own. She finds it in her to speak, somehow summons enough coherency to say, "You feel so good, Robin. You're so thick…" before she's moaning again.
He reaches for her thighs, adjusting her legs higher, pushing deeper, seeking out that spot inside of her. He knows he's found it when she cries out, her head snapping back and her body writhing, and Robin can't help but smirk. She's gorgeous like this, all blonde curls and blue eyes rolling in pleasure, breasts heaving with exertion, sweat glistening on her flushed skin. She's limber, almost bent in two, and he thinks she can bend just a little more, risks pulling one of her legs over his shoulder—
"Oh!" she shouts, hips bucking at the new angle, and she's babbling nonsense, curses and heated words about how he needs to fuck her harder, faster, and he's never one to disappoint.
"What the fuck?" a voice cuts through their pleasured haze. Robin stops his thrusting abruptly, both of them looking toward the doorway to see Regina, home from work, standing there staring at them with a look that seems torn between something like jealousy and something like really fucking turned on by what she sees.
"Regina," Robin gasps out, just as Mal clenches her inner muscles around him, her hips subtly rolling, because she still really wants to come. He still really wants to come, and he can't resist the instinct to thrust back against her, to continue fucking her.
"You made it home, little one," Mal moans, grunting as Robin thrusts into her, not as hard or as fast as before, but he's still driving against that spot, his pubic bone dragging against her clit.
"Yeah," Regina huffs out, and flutters a hand at them. "What are you doing?"
"Fucking," Mal says with her usual bluntness. "What does it look like?" She punctuates her question with a particularly sharp roll of her hips, making Robin groan into her neck as he begins speeding his thrusts once more.
"Well I can see that," Regina replies, and Robin looks at her. She's definitely scowling, has crossed her arms under her breasts. "I'm just… surprised." She shifts her weight, and Robin grins a little. Scowling, and turned on, he notes.
"This is… okay… right?" Robin grunts out between thrusts, stopping when Regina doesn't respond right away. Maleficent whines, but they're both looking at her now, waiting for her answer. "Regina?"
Finally, she nods, says, "Yes, of course. We've talked about this, right? We're in this together. This isn't cheating. But… I just wasn't expecting it to happen, I guess." She seems upset still, and Robin pulls away from Maleficent (both of them stifling their groans at the loss). "No, you—you don't have to stop."
"You don't seem okay with this," Robin says, and they're both getting off the bed and walking over to her, unashamed of their nakedness (or their fervent arousal—Robin's cock is still hard, visibly slick with Maleficent's wetness, and Mal is glistening between her thighs).
"No," Regina shakes her head. "It's fine. Unexpected. But fine." She looks at them, her eyes running over their bodies. "It's hot, actually. Now that I'm over the shock." Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips, and indeed, her dark brown eyes grow darker. "You know I love to watch you two. And though I wish you would have waited for me, I did tell you to go ahead and have dinner. I should have known how it would end up."
She reaches out with both hands, stroking their shoulders, running her fingers lightly over their skin. "You two enjoyed your date, I'm guessing?" she prompts.
"Yes," Robin says while Mal nods. "And we just started kissing, and it led to this."
"As usual," Regina jokes, smirking, and the tension diffuses. "I wish I could have been here for it."
"You're here now." He pulls her into his embrace, kisses her sweetly. "We can help you catch up to us." Regina starts to protest, could see how desperate they were when she interrupted, but then he's kissing her again, and Mal's turning her head so she can get her own kiss. They undress her slowly, teasing her, kissing down her body and working her up, while teasing each other as well, kissing and stroking, keeping them on the cusp of pleasure.
They move back to the bed, Mal lying on her back like she was, Robin sliding into her, and Regina straddles Mal's face as she kisses Robin. "Fuck her like before," Regina moans into his mouth, then moans period as Mal drags her tongue over her sex. "Hnnng, fuck. God, you two are so amazing."
Robin huffs a laugh, manages to say, "You came in to your lovers fucking each other, and you didn't really mind, and we're the amazing ones?"
Regina shakes her head, that's not what she means, not at all. "Amazing for doing this," and she waves a hand, and she's rocking into Mal's mouth, her other hand on Mal's breast as she moves, as Robin fucks hard into Mal. "For being in this relationship. Because I asked you to."
He understands now—they've talked about this before, the first few weeks she was constantly thanking them for trying this, for being so good and so patient and so willing, but she had stopped after being told a thousand times that it wasn't necessary. That they loved her, they wanted her happy, and they were willing to do anything to achieve that. "Regina," he says, "This isn't just for you anymore." His sentences are choppy, broken by sounds of pleasure (his own and theirs). "We enjoy this too, truly."
"Well," Regina laughs, "obviously."
Robin shakes his head, wants to make her understand, but Mal's clenching around him, she's so close, and he's so close. He's reaching down, pressing his thumb against her clit and rubbing hard circles around it, wants to make her come again so badly, wants to feel her come on his cock.
A few more thrusts and she's screaming into Regina's sex, incapable of continuing to eat her out for a moment as she comes, and Regina's gasping and moaning, the vibrations reverberating through her. Mal milks Robin's cock, her own orgasm pulling him into his own as he thrusts a few more times, a few sharp raps of his hips as he tries to draw out her pleasure before he spends himself in her. He reaches for Regina, pulls her into a kiss, one hand going to her breast, the other finding her clit as Mal resumes, licking and sucking at her. Regina trembles, her hips bucking suddenly as she cries out, her own climax sneaking up on her.
They collapse together in a heap, rolling off of Maleficent and maneuvering into comfortable positions to collect themselves. Regina somehow ends up in the middle, and she reaches out to clasp their hands, squeezing them.
"I'm sorry I was weird when I got home," she says, her voice still a little shaky and breathless. "I was annoyed that I missed our date, and then when I saw you two together… It was such a turn on—you know how much I love to see you together—but it occurred to me that… That you two might not need me if you two get along so well."
"Oh, Regina," they both sigh, shaking their heads. Maleficent cuddles against her, nuzzling her neck while Robin brings their joined hands to his lips, pressing sweet kisses onto her knuckles.
"We'll always need you," Maleficent says, rising up to look into Regina's eyes. "We love you, too, and no matter how well Robin and I get along, you're just as important in this relationship. Remember what you told us when we started this?"
"That I love you both equally, and I didn't want to be without either of you," Regina murmurs, and her eyes are watery, God, that's so embarrassing. She shouldn't be crying over this, she thinks.
But Mal untangles their hands, cups her cheek and uses her thumb to brush a rebellious tear away. "Exactly. We love you. We don't want to be without you. No matter how Robin and I might feel about each other, we want you to be here, too."
"Maleficent is right, love," Robin whispers, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I will admit my feelings about Maleficent have changed since we started this. But it's a good thing we've grown closer, yeah?"
Regina nods vigorously, pecks them both on the lips. "Yes, yes, I want you two to be close. You are two of my most favorite people, and I want you to like each other, and maybe… I want us all to feel the same way, if we can reach that point," she says almost shyly.
"Well," Robin says, meeting Mal's eyes. "I'd say tonight was a good start toward that."
Maleficent licks her lips, smiles at him. "A very good start," she amends, and leans over Regina to kiss him lightly, because she can do that.
Because they're together, all of them.