Regina looks up at the sound of the bedroom door opening, smiling when she sees Robin closing the door lightly as she places Wren into her bed for the night. She's been restless all day, fighting sleep, and overly tired. Thankfully, the baby had finally settled, when Regina brought her up to their room a little over an hour ago, not quite used to the activity in house. She'll get used to it, Regina knows, but it's a transition period and will take a bit of time for the infant to adjust. She tucks a blanket around her and runs her hand over her head before turning to Robin, and asks in a hushed voice, "Are the boys asleep?"

Robin nods, sitting on the bed, removing his socks. He's just returned from checking in with David and Little John. They've stationed scouts around the town line and around town. It is as much as they can do for right now, but it helps knowing that they are doing something to keep his family safe, and for that he is thankful. Once he'd arrived home, the house was already dark and it was late, so he stopped on his way to bed to check on Roland and Henry. "Out like lights," he confirms.

Regina chuckles lightly. "I figured they would be. It's been a busy day. Wren's just gone down." She watches Robin look over at his tiny daughter, a soft smile gracing his face as he watches her sleep. After a quiet moment, she said, "I have a confession to make." She begins to walk around to his side of the bed.

He recognizes the sultry look in her eyes and knows she is up to something. "What's that?" He pulls her down to sit astride his lap.

She wraps her arms around his neck, her lips only inches from his, but she does not kiss him, only grazes her nose against his. "I've missed my fiancé."

He chuckles remembering the term she'd once explained to him the night he had proposed to her. He still prefers words that remind him of their home. They're more familiar, more natural to him. He prefers to think of her as his betrothed, the word itself making him think of promises and acceptance between people who are willingly equally bound, but this is her world. What made her the woman he loves so much began here, so he acquiesces to her idiom, and replies, "Fiancé, eh?"

"Mm," she hums as her hands slide up his chest, around his neck, threading into his hair. "I do remember a certain someone proposing to me."

Their foreheads meet and his hands drift up her ribs and back down her thighs. His heart skips a beat; he remembers alright. He is smiling as his hands come up; he caresses her jaw with the tip of his fingers and draws a line down her neck to the V of her black tee. She shivers as he lightly caresses the swells of her breasts. "Well, I don't know about you, my love, but how would you feel about making us official sooner rather than later?"

She hums an enthusiastic affirmative, and lowers her head to catch his lips in a soft and passionate kiss.

His fingers find the bottom of her shirt and slowly he pulls it up and off, tossing it on the floor, only to reveal lace and silk that instantly make his mouth go dry. He leans back bit to take a better look at the black bra, then looking up into her eyes, he asks, "So, what exactly did you have planned for tonight?"

"Well," she starts to undo the buttons of his shirt, and once she's finished, lets his shirt fall to the floor beside hers. "The boys are asleep. Wren should be fine for a while now, so if we're really quiet..."

"Define really quiet."

Regina laughs. "I can spellcast the room to make sure the boys don't hear us, but unless you'd rather wake your daughter up-who has been very fussy, by the way-we need to keep the sound down.

Robin nods his assent and unbuttons the waistband of her slacks, then draws the zipper down, pulling the fabric aside to reveal more of that black lace. He swallows hard, God he wants her. He's missed her so much. And the feel of her soft, warm skin on his fingertips after so long is nearly his undoing. He splays his hands over her hips, bringing her in closer, and wishes for that scrap of black lace gone, wishes for nothing else but to feel all of her on him, and around him. Then his lips pull down into a frown. It's only been a little over three weeks since Wren's birth. He tangles his hands in her hair. "Are you alright to do this so soon?"

She nods, and stands for a moment, letting her slacks fall to the floor, before straddling his lap again. She removes his t-shirt with steady fingers. Leaning in, she tells him softly, "Magic can have its uses, especially when it comes to healing."

He clears his throat as his hands hold her while she leans back, letting him have a good look at her. The thin straps of her bra barely hold up the delicate lace of fabric that draws her still swollen breasts snugly together. He lets his hands glide down her back to cup her mostly naked bottom, his thumbs sneaking up under the edge of the panty line. "God, Regina. You are the sexiest woman I have ever known."

She ducks her head at that. Whether she wants to admit it or not-and she does not- she is unsure of her figure for the first time in years, not since a frightened, heart-broken and unwilling bride felt her heart harden into hatred for the tattling child beside her. She bites her lip and glances down at herself. Her breasts are larger, and though she'd rid herself of stretch marks with magic, she's sure her figure has changed. She can tell from the way her clothes don't quite fit the way they used to. She pulls her eyes from Robin's gaze, gently running her fingers across his chest and feeling his body warm under her caresses, as she waits for what he surely has to say about the differences.

"Regina," he says, placing a knuckle under her chin to raise her eyes to meet his. He must know, surely he does, because the look he gives her is genuine and filled with love. "You have never been more beautiful to me than as you are right now, my love."

She smiles through a sheen of tears, feeling again the rightness of them both, his unconditional and unassailable love for her and hers for him, and the blessed relief of his acceptance of all of her, body, mind, and soul. She leans in and gives him a deep, passionate kiss, and his smile when they break apart nearly blinds her.

Moving his hands slowly down to her sides, he pulls her forward to kiss the swell of her breasts. He cups each one, grazing his thumbs across the soft fabric and hardened nipple underneath.

She gasps lightly and pulls his mouth up to her lips. It's been so long, and the touch is passionate, stirring a smoldering fire within her.

As his tongue explores her warm mouth, he lets one hand linger upon her breast while the other explores the softness of her skin. He can't remember if he locked the door, was too distracted by the picture of Regina and Wren to be sure that he did, and he doesn't wish to be interrupted in case Roland wakes, which the boy has been known to do. After drawing a series of soft moans from her, he grips her thighs and carefully lifts her.

They are moving, not that she notices, until all of sudden her back is against their bedroom door; one hand leaves her and drops on leg to the floor. She pulls away from their kiss and asks, "What are you doing?" but then his hands are pressing, probing, touching – oh God – in all the right places.

He smirks, pressing his hardness into her, causing her to let out a soft moan. "Just making sure the door is locked, my love."

She nods, her lips falling to his once more, then his lips are dragging along her jaw, and her hands slid over his shoulders, into his hair. Robin presses his body hard against her again, his stiff arousal nestling where she's desperately needed that wonderful friction. With little more than a whimper, her hips tilt into him, the feel of him making her insides turn to liquid heat.

He groans into her mouth as their kiss deepens, but his lips remain soft and pliant, her strong hands stroking his neck and shoulders firmly, and God she couldn't have loved or wanted him more.

He breaks their kiss, leaning down he grips her bottom again, hoists her up into his arms and walks them to the bed, and with as much grace as they both can muster whilst kissing once again, and pressing tightly to one another, they tumble onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.

His hands continue their gentle caresses, while stripping them both bare, and humming his approval at every inch of bare skin revealed, he cups her breasts and presses open-mouthed kisses to the space between where Regina's heart hammers against her chest.

She's missed him. Oh, how she's missed this precious man.

She wraps her legs around his hips, urging him closer, and as he hovers over her, her dark eyes meet his blue gaze. He takes a moment to cradle her face with one hand, his thumb caressing her cheekbone, and she shivers from the intensity of it. Her hands graze up his arms, over his shoulders, until she takes his face between her hands, and tells him that she loves him.

His whole body trembles and she swears she can see tears well in his eyes, right before he takes her lips in a searing kiss that burns its way right into her heart and soul. He positions himself between her thighs, tracing the head of his erection along her slick folds, and as he enters her he whispers against her lips that he loves her too.

Regina arches up into him; the fullness, warmth and weight of his body as it presses into hers has her gasping and straining for more, to be even closer to him. It is all she can do to keep quiet, because it's too good. He feels so so good. It's the culmination of being apart from him for so long, all those month aching for their intimacy and friendship, for every argument and soothing word, every threat and near miss, and the rare but oh so precious moments of peace they've had together, without even knowing that the dull throb of loss she felt each night was her missing them. And now, feeling him move over her and within her, she recognizes the sweet release of that ache of loss, and falls even more in love with him for giving that to her.

As he places a kiss to her collarbone, she can't help but pull him closer still. A gasp escapes her as he begins to thrust harder into her, over and over. The feel of him is exquisite, stretching her, filling her to the hilt and then pulling back almost all the way before filling her again. His lips find hers, muffling their moans as they each find their peaks.

It is them, and it is perfect.

The next morning, Robin wakes up to see Regina sleeping on her side, facing him. Her expression is peaceful and more relaxed than he can recall seeing as of late. The sheet is barely covering her chest and hips, and he can't imagine anything sexier than the way she looks in this moment.

She opens her eyes, blinking a few times to clear the fuzziness from her vision. A radiant smile follows only a moment later. "Good morning," she says.

He smiles back at her, reaching an arm out he pulls her against him. "Mmm hmm, I have to agree."

They lay like that, enjoying the feel of being close for a few minutes, then Regina sighs and suggests, "I think we better get dressed before the boys wake up."

He wrinkles his nose at the very idea of moving from her. "It's still early yet," he protests, their legs tangle together, and he rolls them so he is on his back and her entire body is pressed against him as she lays her head on his shoulder. "Mmm…" He wraps his arms around her and caresses her bare back. "I like this. I get to touch you all over."

She giggles, and he can feel her shaking her head. "You're insatiable," she tells him, and moves her palm over his bare chest.

Robin nuzzles her hair, and whispers into her ear, "I'm not the only one."

Laughing quietly, she feels the heat in her cheeks. "Well we do have a lot of time to make up for."

They're both quiet for a moment as the weight of her words hit them. Lost in their own thoughts, several moments pass before Robin breaks the silence. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He can feel her shrug against him "What's there to say? I missed out on another year of my son's life, had to spend my pregnancy and our daughter's birth without her father -without you, all because I probably did something to someone who wants to take revenge against me." She sighs deeply, but it's more of a defeated sigh. "It's the story of my life."

He threads his fingers through her hair. "You think this is your fault?"

"What else could it be?"

"Regina, whoever has done this to you, no matter the reason behind it, it's not your fault."

She frowns against his chest. She isn't so sure about that, but knows he will argue this case for her forever if he must, so she concedes. Regina raises her head and looks up at him, settling her chin on his chest. "Sometimes I wonder if this is all life is ever going to be. One villain after another coming at us until we can't stop them anymore. I'm starting to think that maybe you had the right idea. Maybe once this is all over, we could leave Storybrooke?"

Kissing her forehead, he starts thinking about how much he's thought of nothing else over the last few days. He thinks about how he wants to take his family far away from the reaches of magic, and evil, and have a peaceful, well, normal, life for them all. "Do you think that's possible? What about our families here?"

Sighing, and shaking her head, she tells regretfully concedes. "Mary-Margaret and David have the town well in hand, but there's Emma and Marian to consider, and Henry is happy here." Her eyes fall back to his chest. "It's a nice thought, but probably not a very realistic one."

Robin sighs, his hands running up and down the naked expanse of her back. "Well, once this is all over perhaps we can have this conversation again with everyone?"

She looks up at him, her brown eyes meeting his blue. She is surprised that he doesn't immediately drop this. He's apparently thought about it far longer than she'd surmised. "Perhaps." She caresses his chest softly. "I need to go meet with Emma as soon as she gets back into town, and I also want to go see Gold. Maybe he might be able to recognize Natalie."

"That would help, yes." He holds her tightly. "But I'm coming with you. You'll forgive me if I don't want to let you anywhere out of my sight."

"Actually I'd prefer it if we were all together."

"Good then." He turns and shifts so that they are as close as they can be. Her chest against his, and he kisses her temple, breathing her in. "Until then, the house is still quiet, and our little one has not stirred for a bit now..."

She raises an eyebrow, softly chuckling. She bumps her nose with his, and asks him, "What are you suggesting, Locksley?"

"I think I remember milady mentioning our making up for lost time."

She places wet kisses along his neck and jaw. "Our children will be up soon. We'll have to be quick."

He gasps as her hand audaciously explores under the sheets. Voice husky, he answers, "I think I can handle that."

Regina grins.