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Regina wakes to the feeling of her cheek pressed against a warm but firm surface that isn't her pillow. Her husband. The realisation makes her smile as she snuggles in even more, her eyes remaining closed as she recalls the night before, the laziness of her limbs becoming apparent as she reminisces over her two (awfully well executed) orgasms. It makes her wonder how on earth herself and Robin had gotten out of the habit of making time for one another, because if every Friday night results in that she will stay up every week.
Last night was the start of something ongoing for the two of them; a good sex life. Of course, Regina will put her children first, make sure their needs are met before her own, but as far as the town is concerned, she's sure she can forfeit a few hours of work a week for a quick booty call here and there when Robin has time off. She will make sure that she will be the one to make the effort. After all, she is the one who is working more hours, (more hours than perhaps necessary) and she is the one who needs to make the time for them to simply enjoy each other. So she will.
Robin begins to shift beneath her, a long inhale raising her upper body towards the ceiling before dropping back down again. Regina peels her eyes open, lifts her head so that her chin rests between her husband's pecks as she looks up at him. "Good morning." She greets, her voice low and husky from her cries of ecstasy just hours prior. She shifts to adjust better and more comfortably to Robin's position, one leg trapped between his, the other lounging from the couch and peaking out of the blanket. The movement bringing to her attention the subtle stickiness between her legs that still remains from where Robin had leaked from her.
She watches as Robin's eyes open one by one before he's smiling lazily down at her. "Good morning." He greets in a sleepy slur, bringing his hand up to clumsily cup his wife's cheek. "Have you been awake long?" He asks to which Regina simply shakes her head, takes his hand in hers and kisses the pad of his thumb.
"No... I slept marvellously." She states with a cheeky grin before looking up at him through her lashes, "Last night makes me wonder why we don't do this more often." She hums, pulling his hand up so she can kiss his tattoo.
"Mm. I know. It was quite exquisite." He teases causing his wife to roll her eyes.
"You talk a lot of crap, did you know that?" Regina retorts lightly but with a heart warming smile as she hears his mumbling agreement, a soft smirk forming his lips, aimed in her direction. "But I love you." She adds in reassurance, as she feels he is in need of hearing the declaration, before leaning down to kiss him.
It was only intended to be innocent, however she can't quite bring herself to pull away as she feels Robin's warm and calloused fingers knot themselves in her hair, tugging lightly to encourage her lips against his.
So the kiss heats.
Morning sex was never really Regina's forte. She often put off the idea any time it had been insinuated, she felt groggy and stale in the morning and did not want to share morning breath kisses or let clammy skin meet clammy skin in a lazy rump before the kids woke up or before she had to go to work. Although now, she can see the appeal of it, in this moment, as she feels her husband begin to grow half-hard against her hip after she lets go a moan or two from the back of her throat. She hadn't meant to, not really, but she enjoys the simple pleasure of his lips against hers, of his tongue knocking down the barriers of her kiss swollen lips to find hers so it can caress, attend and explore. And she loves how her being turned on turns him on.
Oh how they should and they shouldn't be doing this. They should because she had promised another round today, intends to act good on those words, but they shouldn't because she's still a little stiff from last night and from sleeping on the couch. Well, her husband.
Yet still, she finds herself trailing her hand down the indents of her husband's chiselled torso until her knuckles brush the hardness she seeks, the hardness which has Robin's hips tensing, his breathing hissing through his teeth and eyelids fluttering. Bingo. Her fingers grip and wrap around her husband's length, taking the firm grip she knows he likes, and then she's giving him a stroke, a long lazy one at that, but a stoke none the less. A stroke which has her name being whispered against the crown of her head as she tilts her head to look downwards, to watch what she is doing.
"I believe, Mr Locksley, that I am one up on you from last night, and that just won't do." Regina tuts, giving him a squeeze, making him nod, bite his lip. He'd agree to anything when she's got him in this grip, she's sure of it, but the position is uncomfortable, her wrist is bent awkwardly, so she releases him a moment, earning an unintentional grunt of disapproval from her counterpart.
Regina lifts a finger to press it to her husband's lips and stop his protesting. "Patience." She purrs, bowing her head down to press a kiss to his chest before she is scooting down Robin's body and continuing her kisses down his torso.
Robin's heart begins to race as he catches on to his wife's intention, her lips growing closer and closer to where he is now incredibly hard and wanting. Allowing his hands to fall to grip Regina's sleep ridden locks, he encourages her movements, shifting beneath her with each kiss to make himself the most comfortable he can be, after all he very much doubts that he will be able to stay still during this. Oh, it's been too long since Regina has done this for him and he remembers all too well just how marvellous she is at getting him off with her mouth.
Regina licks her lips at the sight of Robin's protruding erection, she enjoys this as much as Robin does, enjoys pleasuring him with just the simple flick of her tongue and now she is giving this to him as a thank you for last night and an apology for ever venturing away from sex with him at all, a promise to try her best not to from now on. She reaches forward gripping his base, glancing up at him with a mischievous smirk as she lowers her lips towards his member. However, it's then that her eyes catch sight of the clock on the wall behind him, making her eyes widen as she sits up suddenly, making Robin look at her with a half puzzled, half aroused expression, "What-"
"Shit! We are going to be late for Dr Rocker's appointment!" Regina exclaims, gripping the blanket and holding it against her front as she hops from her husband. It's 9:40am, meaning that they only have twenty minutes before they have to be at the Doctors office. "Sweetheart, I am so sorry." Regina apologises upon looking down at her befuddled husband, now propping himself up on his elbows and craning his head around to look at the clock behind him with a frown.
"Later." Regina continues, "I promise but I need to shower, I stink of sex." She replies, dropping a kiss to Robin's head before hurrying upstairs.
"Crap." Robin whispers, looking down at his rather large problem- a cold shower it is for this morning. How ironic that they are blowing off sex to go and visit a sex therapist... He's starting to hate these appointments.
It's 10:15am when Dr Rocker opens the door to a rather dishevelled Regina and Robin, and before he even gets the chance to question Regina is barging past him, fumbling with her still slightly damp hair, muttering, "Sorry, the traffic was bad."
Dr Rocker doesn't buy that however, not with the look on Robin's face as he follows her in silently, head down and eyes glued to his feet. "Morning sex? I wouldn't deem you two as the type." He says, closing the door after them before heading over to his chair.
Regina groans taking a seat on the couch, is there anything this man cannot suss? "We're not." She grumbles as Robin takes a seat beside her.
"No thanks to this bloody appointment." Robin adds irritably, earning an elbow in the side from his wife as Dr Rocker takes a seat opposite them, a look of sheer glee spreading across his expression.
"Okay, okay, let's start from the beginning, did my idea work?" Dr Rocker asks, rubbing his hands together and sitting forward in his seat, he will take notes later, his excitement is currently ripping him of his patience as he looks eagerly at the couple who are desperately trying to hide their smug expressions with a look of irritation.
"No and yes." Regina sighs, recollecting her rather embarrassing event from earlier this week and upon hearing the therapist's and her husband's silence, she continues. "Robin's fantasy didn't quite go to plan, mine however..."
"Oh?" Dr Rocker questions with a raised brow and cheeky grin before frowning, "What happened with Robin's?" He asks.
"It's a long story..." Regina tries to excuse, taking her husband's hand in her lap so she can fiddle with his fingers.
"And we have time." Dr Rocker retorts, sitting back in his chair and crossing one leg over the other.
The brunette sighs, rolling her eyes as she begins to twist the ring on Robin's wedding finger. "I really messed up." She confesses, "I had tried to keep it as accurate as Robin's description as possible, therefore I had gone out a bought a trench coat like the one in his fantasy."
"It was very accurate." Robin commends with a nod making Regina shake her head once more.
"Yes, well, that may be, however, stupidly, I decided to make it a surprise. I turned up at his office on Tuesday, wearing nothing but the said coat." She continues, grimacing slightly as she really dreads the climax of this story, would much rather forget it. However, perhaps this will help her in the process of doing so, confessing it to someone other than her husband and getting it out of her system.
"Go on..." The therapist encourages, nodding his head once, twice.
"Well, I dropped the coat to leave myself in nothing but my heels as soon as I stepped into his office, he had his back to me, he was half in the closet... and then he turned around and... I realised I had made a mistake. It wasn't Robin, it was his co-worker..." She confesses, dropping her head slightly to avoid eye-contact with the doctor in her embarrassment.
"No..." Dr Rocker replies, eyes wide as he peers over his glasses at the brunette.
"Yes." Regina assures with a frown, "The same co-worker who Robin had sent the messages to the other week, in fact." She adds, raising her head and shaking her hair from her face.
"The poor man..." Robin mutters, making Regina nod and grimace in confirmation. However, though she won't mention it, David, of course, doesn't remember what happened earlier this week which is most definitely for the best and puts her guilt and mortification at rest for now.
"Indeed." Dr Rocker agrees, now reaching for the pad on the desk and jotting down a few things quickly, allowing a small awkward silence to stretch out across the room like a blanket, the sound of the clock ticking loudly followed by the light tapping of the pen against the paper.
Regina turns her attention to Robin, looking up at him with a small smile to which he returns, reassuring her that she is forgiven for her earlier denial. So, leaning up she presses a quick, light kiss to his lips, one she hopes will go unnoticed but, of course, it doesn't.
"I leave you two alone for two minutes..." Dr Rocker interrupts with a smirk, his pad now in his lap as Regina looks back to him slightly red faced, although she rolls her eyes and acts non-phased, waiting until he continues. "So, Regina's fantasy; it ended as intended?" He continues, desperately trying to hide his excitement, however it shines through with the Locksley's answering grins.
"Mhmm." Regina hums with a nod, biting her lip. How glad she is to finally be relaying good news onto the Doctor, although she's not sure how much of that news that she wants to relay...
"Yes, last night." Robin adds, drawing his lips into a line to stop that after-sex grin from making him look a fool, though truthfully he is bloody over the moon and feels like a love drunk fool right now.
"Last night?!" Dr Rocker exclaims, eyes wide and even bigger through the lens of his glasses. "Congratulations!" He beams, "I am extremely happy for the both of you and this is the start on the road to improvement. Things can only get better from here on." He reassures confidently, with a friendly smile.
"That's good to hear." Robin replies with a breath of relief, as perhaps this means he won't continue to fuck up all of the time and instead start fucking his wife.
"So, I won't ask for all of the details but I need to know, how did things progress. What I mean by that is, was there foreplay? How much did you manage to accomplish?" The therapists asks.
Robin hesitates, but decides that he should start, he knows Regina isn't overly keen in sharing these kind of details, "Well, I arrived home for work and we 'made out' on the couch for a while before one thing lead to another and our clothes found residence on the floor." He begins, giving his wife's hand a small squeeze of encouragement as his hand still remains in her lap. "I gave Regina her first orgasm using my fingers-"
"And then we had sex. Once. Before we fell asleep on the couch. We intended to finish what we started last night but we awoke late and had to get to you... Hence why we were late." Regina adds in confession, feeding off of Robin's confidence and finishing the rest of the anecdote.
"And how do you feel, now that you've finally had sex for the first time in six months?" Dr Rocker questions, tilting his head to the side as he gathers his notebook once more, readying his pen to write a few things down.
Regina glances at Robin upon hearing the therapist's question, offering her husband a slight shrug, although deep down she knows how she feels: amazing, proud of herself and Robin, young, sexy, smitten, extremely satisfied and ever so addicted to this afterglow, the one she is feeling in this exact moment... God, how she wants more, how she wants to jump her husband right now and she wishes that they were in the privacy of their own home so she could do just that.
Regina blushes at her own thoughts, this Regina certainly hasn't been around recently but then again she isn't exactly sending her away, in fact, she's rather welcoming of her younger, sexier personality coming back to light- would quite like to see more of her.
"Relieved." Robin's voice shakes Regina from her thoughts and she nods in agreement, "I am truly happy to have my sexy wife back in a way I haven't had her in a while." He adds with a smirk, pressing a kiss to the crown of Regina's head making her return the smirk as she leans into the touch.
"Mmm, me too, last night was fantastic. I will definitely be making the effort to make it a more regular thing." Regina adds confidently, making Dr Rocker nod with a pleased smile, jotting a few comments down onto his pad.
"That's good, great, in fact. Soon enough you won't be needing these appointments anymore. But I need to make sure the two of you are definitely back on track first." Dr Rocker adds with a light chuckle, pointing the end of his pen towards them.
"Of course." Regina agrees, although she has to admit she will be rather glad to see the back of the Doctor. Not because she hates the man, but because it means that she and Robin will no longer have to worry about their sex life, they will be back on their feet again, are on their way to that, and she cannot wait to be independent and spontaneous again without the help of a therapist.
Also, she kind of hates the man.
"So, this week, I suggest that you keep doing what you're doing, make time for one another... and if you want to try something different and exciting try changing up where you have sex. For example, a place where you probably shouldn't, that is not to say that I am encouraging criminal activity, as I am most definitely not telling you to go off and have sex in a public place, but what I am suggesting is doing it somewhere you wouldn't usually, for example, in the guest room of a friend's house where you have to be discreet and quiet. Or in the kitchen when the children are absent or in bed... somewhere which will spike your adrenaline by supplying you with the feeling that you're doing something you shouldn't." Dr Rocker suggests with a wave of his hand.
The couple nod in understanding, and Robin tries to think of places which they haven't yet already christened, after all, they were both very adventurous in the early years of their relationship and he would be lying if he said they didn't break the law once or twice... in a dark alleyway one night... and in the bathroom of Granny's on Emma's 30th birthday, when Regina's hormones were going haywire with Grace's pregnancy, on another.
"Robin." Regina interrupts Robin's reverie with a shake of his forearm. "We can try that, can't we?" She repeats with a slow patronising nod, urging him on.
"Hmm? Yes!" Robin replies, nodding and then looking towards Dr Rocker, "Yes. We will." He repeats in confirmation.
"Good. Any questions?" Dr Rocker asks but both Robin and Regina shake their heads, offer him a smile and he can tell that they are simply itching to get back home; and who is a sex therapist to keep his clients from sex? So he adds, "Then we are done for today. I'll see you the same time next week and we can try a few new things." He finishes.
Oh, Regina doesn't like the sound of that, 'new things', she hopes it isn't anything ridiculous which will make her want to stick pins in her eyes. However, she doesn't question it, instead she stands from her seat and tugs Robin's hand lightly to urge him up too.
"Very well, thank you, Dr Rocker." She says with a smile, letting go of Robin's hand to shake the doctor's before heading towards the door.
"See you next week, Doc." Robin adds, following in Regina's footsteps until they are out of the office and walking towards the car.
"God, it felt good to finally give him some good news." Regina states with a relieved sigh, unlocking the car and throwing her purse onto the back seat.
"It did," Robin agrees with a nod, "Let's hope we have plenty more to tell him next Saturday." He adds with a wink causing Regina to smirk.
"Oh you needn't worry about that." Regina retorts before slipping into the passenger seat. "Now, before we drive to Mary Margaret's to pick up the kids, I would quite like to finish what I started back home." She coos once Robin has climbed into the driver's side beside her.
His eyes grow wide with alarm as he looks at his wife, "Here?!" He asks, not even attempting to hide his shock.
Regina rolls her eyes, waving him off, "Oh live a little, dear. Unless you don't want me to-"
"No! No! Here's fine..." Robin interrupts, "We have blacked out windows, right?"
Regina nods slowly, biting her lip before leaning across her husband and pressing a hungry kiss to his lips.