Robin finds a way to relieve some of Regina's stresses while she's at her mothers ;)
Regina's at her mother's, it's her third day there, and Robin could hear the strain in her voice already when she called him that first night. She kept her voice quiet, not wanting to rouse her mother's suspicions.
He doesn't know much about Cora Mills but what he does know, he doesn't like. He's not a big texter but he's taken to messaging Regina since she told him she might not be able to call him while on this trip. The messages he gets back worry him.
She's tense and nervy and he doesn't know what exactly her mother does to bring that out, but the longer the trip goes on the more wound up Regina seems to get.
Her texts are short, clipped and few and far between. She's apologized for that more than once, completely unnecessarily, he's not one to be glued to his phone. Though since he started seeing her he has started checking it more often, earning him some playful teasing from Will and John about "his lass."
She doesn't want her mother to know about them, doesn't want her to catch his name on her phone and ask questions. He understands that it's early, but there is something about it that sets off warning bells, not about Regina, but about her mother. All he really knows about Cora Mills is from a couple of offhand comments when they were skating about Regina not being good enough for her and how Regina wants to stay away from her mother.
He had thought maybe things were better now when she told him she was going to her mothers from the 26th until the 30th, but based on her demeanor it seems he was wrong.
He's not surprised when he gets a text that night, as he's lying on the couch aimlessly watching an episode of Friends on Netflix. It reads, I think I may go insane before Sunday
His response is instant, Please don't love, I'd much prefer your sanity intact. What's your mother done?
What hasn't she done would be easier to answer. She's criticized my weight, my hair, my clothes, what I eat, what I drink, how much I drink, which I only do around her to take the edge off of her constant criticism. But today was about how I'm not setting Henry up for success and how he should really should go to a good high school in New York if he wants a good future and she has connections and he could stay with her, and how I should do what's best for my son.
She's angry and rightfully so, he can't imagine having someone criticizing him or his parenting like that, and especially not from a parent.
He goes to respond but he sees those little bubbles that tell him she's typing so he waits, turning his attention back to the TV until his phone buzzes in his hand.
She knows Henry is off limits, she can criticize me as much as she wants but when it's my son I just, ugh, it just gets to me and she knows that. And she did all through dinner and Henry's getting older he doesn't stay silent anymore, told her he had no interest in leaving Storybrooke, and why would he. But of course that's a reflection on me as a parent, not instilling proper values in him. Sorry to vent, I'm just so frustrated and I'm so close to giving her a piece of my mind even though I know that will only make it worse in the long run.
He's not sure when she got the idea she shouldn't vent to him, Don't be sorry love, I want to know what's going on, I want to be able to be able to do what I can to help you. I can't imagine having to sit through that, I wouldn't make it this long without speaking my mind.
He can hear the sarcastic tone in her next message, I get by with alcohol, though I overdid it tonight, passed the point where I can just ignore her and got to the point where I don't want to be smart anymore, I want to tell her everything. I almost did too, so I excused myself upstairs to go to bed, though I'm way too riled to sleep right now.
Do you want to talk about it love? I could call you
No, I don't know when she's going to come upstairs, I'd rather her just think I'm sleeping. I'll call you in the morning though during Mother's run? I miss hearing your voice.
And that makes two of them. He shouldn't miss her this much, it's only been 72 hours since he last saw her, and they spoke on the phone two nights ago, but he does. He craves her, feels this need to talk with her, to know how she's feeling. He thinks of her far, far too often, but he can't help it.
I'd love that, I miss hearing your voice too, what can I do to help with your mum?
She types for a while before he gets back, I don't know, just talking to you is helping. His heart warms at that as he continues reading, Tell me about your day, distract me.
And that he can do, so he does, in detail, tells her about Roland's antics, how they went sledding, made snow angels and then built a snowman in their front yard.
She wants a picture and luckily he took one earlier, Roland wanted to have a picture of "Frosty 2" before he melted away. He also insisted they make him some friends, because he didn't want Frosty 2 to be lonely. Regina fawns over that when he tells her and it was quite cute, but they put it off until tomorrow because Roland needed to eat and they were losing daylight.
You'll have to send me pictures tomorrow, I want to see Frosty's friends.
I'll do that then, are you feeling a bit better love?
A bit, talking to you helped, a lot, you have no idea, I'm just tense, wish you were here.
He wishes that too, Me too, I'd give you a nice massage, loosen up all that tension until you were boneless and relaxed.
He can just imagine it, massaging away all that tension, and he tries not to let his mind wander to what he could do after that, and other ways he could make her all blissed out.
Mhm I'd like that, can I rain check that massage?
Of course you can love, I'll give it to you anytime.
Can't wait ;)
Well neither can he, When can I see you next?
He shouldn't offer this, it's too pushy but he can't help himself. Roland's at a friend's house on the 30th, depending upon when you get it in, I could pick you up, and give you that massage later.
The airport is too far I wouldn't put you out like that and I drove there actually, but I do want that massage so maybe you could come over, once we've settled in, when do you have to pick up Roland?
Not until the morning, it's his friend Eric's birthday so he's there for the party and then he and two other boys are sleeping over, sure to be chaos but Eric's parents say they have it handled.
He's realizing he's basically invited himself to spend the night when she answers, How convenient, perhaps you should have a sleepover too then ;)
Well seems she doesn't mind then. That sounds perfect, can't wait.
Me neither, god I really do wish you were here or better yet I was there, Sunday night can't come quick enough
God he agrees, can't wait to see her again, be with her again. He'll give her that massage and then when she's good and relaxed, bring her up and up until she forgets every bad thing her mother has said and done. It's a nice little fantasy, has his cock stirring as he responds to her. He knows his mind is in the wrong place but he can't help but ask,
And why's that?
It seems he's confused her, Why what? Why can't I wait for Sunday?
Yes
He can't help but wonder whether her mind is as much in the gutter as his, if her mind also flashes back to their two very passionate trysts, if she's as addicted to him as he is to her.
I could really use that massage right about now, I just need some relief
His traitorous mind thinks of other ways he could relieve that stress, sucking at at her as she crests higher and higher, trying to stifle her moans so her mother doesn't hear but not being able to. Fucking her hard in her mother's house while she urges him to go harder, faster, biting back the sounds of her pleasure.
She's just so hot and he can't get enough of her, but he's not going to scare her off with his inappropriate thoughts.
I promise I'll do it Sunday love, if I was there I'd do it now, I want to take away all your stresses, leave you feeling good
I'll hold you to that, and you do, I can't remember the last time I was as relaxed as I was last Sunday, or Christmas.
She is not helping with the inappropriate thoughts because now he's replaying it, that first time they got together how she came apart for him twice, and then Christmas night, when she came over after Roland was asleep to give his gift, the watch he's currently wearing, and then let him take her in his kitchen and showing his appreciation over and over.
He needs to respond before he gets too caught up, he's already half hard from all the memories but he can take care of that after, wants to text with her while she's still up.
Well I'm glad and I hope you know I'll do my best to relax you any time you want.
He tries to keep the innuendo out but he can't help it and hopes she'll take it more innocently than his dirty mind meant it.
How else would you relax me on Sunday?
He reads it twice, then a third time for good measure. He's fairly certain it's an invitation to get more explicit but he doesn't want to risk being wrong.
He settles on, Any way you want love ;)
Maybe texting you was a bad idea
He's quick to answer, Why's that?
I've had too much wine and wine gets me in the mood, and now I can't stop thinking about our nights together and it's not helping
It's the opening he's been waiting for. Just the knowledge that she's turned on has his erection growing. He makes his way up the stairs toward his bedroom, walking and typing out, I can't stopping thinking about it either, can't wait until Sunday when we can do it again, I'll give you that massage and then some.
He keeps it fairly clean because he doesn't want to scare her off but is absolutely delighted when she responds, Tell me about this "and then some"
He's made it to his room, settles on the bed before answering.
Well, and please tell me if this goes too far, but I'm rather addicted to you, want you so badly, so after the massage I'd kiss you breathless, pouring every ounce of wanting I've had since you've been gone into the kiss
He stops there, in case he's gone too far, and anxiously awaits her response
Not too far, what would you do next?
He almost pinches himself, this can't be real, she's asking him to sext her, just the thought alone makes his cock ache, and he slides his hand down, palming himself over his pants before sliding them off.
Well for starters I'd have riled you up a bit with that massage, teasing touches that weren't enough, but just enough to get you wet anticipating, so the massage was as much arousing as it was relaxing. So that when I finished you were ready for more. Then I'd kiss you, alot, I love the feel of your lips could kiss you for hours, days even. You'd already be naked, having stripped for your massage giving me plenty of access to kiss down your body hitting that spot behind your ear and the one on your neck, you know the one. I'll take my time, get to know your body make it my mission to kiss every inch of it. You'll be lighting up for me, and if I miss somewhere good, if I don't stop and spend time there, you'd tell me, direct me back there, god it's so hot when you do that. I want to know you Regina, want to know everything that brings you pleasure.
He sends that because the message was getting rather long and continues,
Of course I'll be utterly distracted by your amazing tits, will try to go super slow, hit everything but them on my tour of your body, but your nipples will be hard and wanting and try as I may I won't be able to resist taking one and sucking it in my mouth, giving you that firm pressure you liked so much on Christmas.
He goes to write more but sees that she's typing so sends that and then waits. The typing bubbles stop, she must be reading and then he gets, Would you go down on me?
And clearly she doesn't know him all that well. Of course love, but I'd build up to it, have you squirming and desperate so when I do make it down there you are soaked for me, like that first time, when you could barely contain yourself, god it was so hot, you are so unbelievably sexy love.
Thinking about that, how blissed out she was and how much she'd enjoyed it makes his cock twitch. He hits send then frees himself from his boxers giving himself a few strokes to calm the ache before continuing.
I'll tease you until you can't take it anymore, until you beg me for it, so close you can taste it, and then, only then, I'll bring my lips to your clit and suck hard, thrusting my fingers into you and hitting your g-spot just right so you tense and twitch and I won't let up until you are cuming, hard. When it's too much I'll move my mouth from you but I will make you cum again. I'll keep my fingers in you, keep thumping that spot until you start to cry out again, and then I'll play around a bit, find out all the ways you like your clit teased while my fingers keep pounding into you. I'll keep going until we find something you really like and then I'll do that, and keep doing that until you can't keep quiet, until you are cuming again, squeezing against my fingers, your thighs tight against my face.
He stops there, idly stroking himself, building his arousal as he waits for her response.
Fuck, is all he gets but then she's typing again.
Want you so badly, I'm so wet right now.
And shit, that was the goal but knowing that he has that effect on her just amps up his arousal, has him gripping a little harder, stroking a little faster.
I bet it would feel amazing being inside you right now, fucking you hard as you try to keep quiet. Can't think about that too much though or I won't be able to keep messaging you
He strokes himself firmly as he waits for her response, trying not to let himself get too far gone but also tempted by all of the tantalizing images swirling in his head.
Are you touching yourself?
And God he loves how bold she is, I am, are you?
He waits, but this time lets himself get caught up in images of her, touching herself getting herself off to what he wants to do to her.
Yes, shouldn't be, but I just want you so bad, and thinking about you, doing that, just made it so much worse.
He has to stop and give himself some more firm strokes before he can answer. He switches to one handed texting because he needs the pressure on his cock with all the images she's called up.
That's so hot, just picturing it gets me halfway there, you are so unbelievably sexy and you have no idea just how fucking hot it is imaging you getting off to what I'm telling you. Will you tell me what you're doing?
There's a pause and perhaps he's pushed her too far but then she answers, I'm rubbing my clit, and god it's so hard, was aching from what you messaged. I wasn't going to but then reading that, I had to and I'm so so wet right now, would come in instant if you were doing what you said, had your mouth on me and your fingers in me.
And oh fuck that's an image he doesn't think he will ever forget, one he has to see sometime.
Keep rubbing your clit for me love, do what you need to do to get close for me. If you can, if it won't mess things up for you, finger yourself and press and curl into your g-spot. Tell me when you start to get close love, I'm right there but I want to wait for you.
He sends that then continues his little tale, Back to Sunday after you come again I'll flip you over, kiss down your spine until you cool off then eat you a bit from behind until you are ready for me. I'll slide in, and you'll feel so good, wet and warm around my cock. I'll go slow at first, and then once you get closer I'll fuck you hard and deep, until you are screaming out my name. And when you are right there, I'll bring my hand down to your clit and circle it fast as I rail into you over and over hitting your g-spot and rubbing your clit. Telling you how good you feel and how I need you to cum for me, to let go for me, until you do. I'll be right there too, barely hanging on because you feel too damn good so as soon as you do I'll follow behind you.
Oh god, I'm doing that, what you asked, and I'm so close
Yeah? He asks, pumping himself harder now, letting himself get closer and closer. She doesn't answer for several minutes as he builds and builds, but when she does he just about cums in the spot.
I just came so hard.
His eyes roll back and he's groaning, dropping his phone so he can cup his balls as he strokes firmer, delighting in the growing pressure that goes up and up until it's all releasing. His head falls back against his pillows with a sigh as he sends back a simple, Me too.
God I was not expecting that when I messaged you
Then he's worried, well not worried exactly because she was into it but… Too much?
No, never, I really liked it, I think I'll actually be able to sleep now.
Well then mission accomplished, in more ways than one ;)
Indeed ;) Good night Robin
Good night beautiful, sweet dreams
He sets down his phone, then heads to the bathroom to wash up so he too can go to sleep.
And we've reached the end, thanks everyone for reading. I really like this verse so I will write more sporadically and if there's something specific you want to see let me know and maybe I'll be inspired.