Prompt 4: DarkOQ go to New York (aka real World) for their honeymoon and then stops by Storybrooke to check on Regina. with a few minor changes

and possibly prompt 50: smuttiest smut you've ever written in your life? Debatable I'm sure, but this is pretty smutty for me cause I try to avoid the sexy times at all cost.

Enjoy!

Her fingers thread through his short hair as his mouth - lips, tongue, you name it - dances up her body. His lips move to her chin, then her jaw before catching her in a soft and slow kiss. She smiles into it, bringing her hands down until they are fisting into his white t-shirt again and pulling it off. - she loves him in the clothes of this land, loves how they feel on her skin when she's snuggled up beside him, loves how easily they can be shed from his body.

Robin breaks away for a second to toss his shirt aside, not a care in the world as to where it lands. Standing high on his knees, his eyes fall to her body again and his palms glide up either leg slowly. Up and up until his fingertips barely reach the hem of her skirt, a tight little thing that her little mayor twin would fawn over, and he dares to tickle just underneath.

Regina purrs delightedly, sits up quickly, adjusting her body any way she needs to for him to peel her skirt away, undoing the buttons on her shirt and tossing it aside, leaving her only in lacy garments made famous in this world without magic.

Then he's staring. Staring at her body like he's never seen anything like it before, like he didn't devour her the day he shot an arrow into her vanity with the ring attached, like he wasn't present for the hours of lovemaking on their wedding night.

He does this every time. Counts his lucky stars and admires the curves of her waist and her sun-kissed skin. That's what he's doing. His fingers trace along her abdomen, through the crevice of her breasts, up to cup her cheek tenderly, but she turns her face away shyly with a firm bite to her bottom lip.

Every time it gets her. The love in his eyes staring upon her. She's never felt very deserving of such. She's used to living night to night, unimportant encounters with no meaning. Then came Robin, a love she never thought she would find. Even after being given hope and a second chance in Storybrooke. Even after a month of marriage, her heart isn't used to any of it.

"Hey," he gently turns her head back to face him and with a sense of sincerity she barely recognises. He kisses her lips fully, murmuring against them, "you're gorgeous and I love you."

Always the charmer, she thinks, and smiles against his kiss before reaching down between them for the buckle on his jeans. He steps off the bed to drop his pants, the metal of this buckle colliding loudly with the carpeting on the floor of their hotel.

Still clad in his boxers, despite how tight they are around his hardening erection, he kneels back onto the softness of Regina's mattress and slowly feels down the smoothness of her thighs, her calves, until he's able to hold onto her ankles to give her a gentle tug until she's just resting on the edge of the bed. She props up on her elbows and watches with dark, heavy lidded eyes as he lowers to his knees and brushes his fingertips across the insides of her thighs.

His fingers loop around the simple black lace and their eyes lock for a moment. Her teeth catch her bottom lip tightly, she nods, begging him to continue, arching slightly to make sliding the garment off easier for him.

She watches as her panties are tossed to some corner of the room haphazardly, and she stifles her laugh as he begins to crawl up her body, daring to kiss up her abdomen, past her bellybutton, to the ticklish skin by her breasts.

"Off please," he asks kindly, biting at the wire in her bra.

She considers teasing him for not being able to do it himself, but she'll let him off this once. She tucks her arms around her back, undoing the clasp so it's loose enough for him to pull down her arms. It joins her panties on the floor, tossed aside, as he breathes against her skin, hot breath grazing over her pebbled nipple before he devours it entirely.

Warmth spreads over her entire body, soft whimpered moans at his movements getting caught in her throat, some slipping through and blessing his ears.

He shifts and starts to move back down her front, scratching his teeth lightly over her sternum. She hisses, he hasn't hurt her, not in the slightest, but shit, that shouldn't feel as good as it did.

He's smirking against her skin, his lips dragging down and down and down and oh god. It tumbles from her lips without warning, just as he halts and kisses at her hips, down the curve of her thigh.

Her heart is pounding so hard, rattling against her rib cage, so she clutches over her chest, tries to manage her breathing. But then he has to go ahead and dart his lips over the other side of her body, teasing at every inch from the dip in her waist to the inside of her thigh.

Her breathing hasn't a chance. Regina's skin is tingling from head to toe, and she's desperate for more.

His name falls from her lips, a drawn out, frustrated Robin as his small nips and bites on sensitive skin becomes all too much and entirely not enough. He decides he's teased her enough, chuckling a burst of hot breath before serving one long swipe of his tongue along her entire length, lingering and kissing over her clit, tugging softly with his lips.

Her chest tightens, she arches slightly. "F-Fuck!" and she reaches down to thread her fingers through his hair.

"Keep going," she begs breathlessly, starving to feel his tongue against her again, on her clit, skirting around her entrance. And he does just that. She throws her head back, whining his name, scratching at his scalp.

She's almost embarrassed at how close she is already, but it's his own fault. He shouldn't have wound her up so tightly, he shouldn't be so good at unravelling her entirely, he shouldn't - oh god, she's so fucking close.

She tells him, tries to stifle her yelped moans into the arm she throws against her face.

He's built her up so high and suddenly she's falling again, cushioned in the safety net of pleasure and Robin. As lightning courses through every vein in her body, he climbs up the mattress, kissing her neck as she inhales and exhales deeply.

And for whatever reason, she starts laughing. Covers her eyes, embarrassed almost, but he won't allow it. He moves her hand away and is smiling the sweetest smile, kisses her lips gently and she tastes herself on his tongue as he deepens their kiss with fervour.

Hazy and light headed, Regina needs more, she manages to flip them around so that she's straddling over his excruciatingly hard erection, begging to be freed of the confines they remain in. She distracts him slightly with hot, open mouthed kisses while she links her fingers with his and holds them on either side of his head, pushing them down firmly into the mattress.

Her slick centre meets the feeling of cotton as she grinds along his length, pulling a deep groan from the pits of his lungs. He begins to pry his hands away from her laced fingers, freeing them to reach down and push his boxers away.

Their tongues battle through moans, groans and the occasional breathy cry as Regina continues to grind against his now bare cock, her slickness coating him.

She's already feeling the coiling in her stomach, the beginnings of what can easily wind up to a beautiful explosion and suddenly she's done with the teasing. Regina's eyes are hungry when he meets them. He sits up straight with his legs outstretched and pulls her to straddle around his thighs, perching up only slightly higher above him.

Looking up and running his nose along the column of her throat. He dots a sweet kiss under her chin, "I need you."

She slams a kiss to his mouth, appeases his request him with hot kisses, and takes the lead like she usually always does.

Regina slips her hand between the slickness of their torsos, weaselling until she can grip him gently and he gasps lightly against the crook of her neck while she guides him until he slips home. He fills her beautifully, a snug stretch that urges her head back and forcing a groaned, "God," to slip from her throat.

She savours the blissful moment of stillness between them, then she needs him desperately, looping her arms around her own back to search for his hands, reaching for them hastily, bringing them around until she can push him back down to the mattress, their linked hands pinned down on either side of his head again when she meets him for another open mouthed kiss against his eager lips.

She grinds against him, moaning softly from the back of her throat, into his mouth, when her clit rubs against him over and over, that combined with how he fills her sends electricity buzzing to the tips of her toes, her fingertips, even her nose.

She doesn't fight him when he pries his fingers from where she was holding them, especially when he releases himself to tangle himself in her hair, bringing her bare chest flush against his. When their lips part, he immediately latches to her neck, kissing and nipping and sucking in all the spots that make her brain fuzzy and light.

Her name hitches in his throat when she pushes up against his chest, using his heavy breathing rib cage for leverage, finding a rhythm that has them both moaning, groaning, gasping and oh God, he feels amazing.

"Robin, I…" she tries to string together her now incoherent thoughts. "You… oh, f-fuck." She feels his arms tighten around her back and he twists and fumbles until she's underneath him, waiting for him to keep moving inside her, to keep that pool of heat deep in her belly growing more dense with every thrust, every kiss.

She bring her legs high to cradle around his back, pulling on him to move until he does. He dives back inside her heat easily. "You feel incredible," he breathes hotly against the rim of her ear and it shoots straight to her core.

She cries out for him, claws around and up his back, nails biting as he brings her up and up and up and, "fuck, I'm close… Robin…" He switches up his angle, shifts down until his teeth are scraping along the column of her neck, soothing every nip and tug with a light lick of his tongue.

Driving her wild is an understatement. He knows what she needs, always. He knows just how to give her what she likes. The little nibbles on her skin, harsher scrapes here and there, the hands in her hair. He's doing everything right. So right.

It's no wonder that the coil of tension in her belly is ready to spring open and ricochet across every part of her body.

"Right there," she begs, locks her ankles around his back and scratches into his scalp. "Oh my… right there. Don't stop."

"I'm right behind you," he breathes hotly against her cheek, then latches onto her lips with tongue-filled worships, swallowing Regina's throaty moans, giving her his in returns. Then she's tightening around him, tightening and allowing him deeper than before. Her back arches under him and she has to rip her face away, cries out to the side, allowing Robin to kiss along her jaw as she comes undone beneath him.

He wasn't lying when he said he was right there too, he lifts his lips away and concentrates on his jerking movements. He pushes through the remnants of her orgasm to reach his own, choking on a moan, and exploding wildly with unmeasured thrusts until he stills completely, falling limp above her and abandoning his face into Regina's neck, pecking his lips along the salty skin there until they catch their breath.

Pulling from her, he grips the mess they've made of the comforter, straightens it out and helps her bare body slide underneath so that they're facing each other in the dim lamplight of their room mixed the bright lights of New York City out their windows.

"Good honeymoon?" He asks in hopes that his suggestion to travel back to this particular realm wasn't the worst of ideas. They've had fun. Yelled at tourists, munched on food she would never in a million years agree to try again, and their evenings have been lust filled and satisfying to say the least.

She nods sincerely, "Beats spending a week in a tent. Even with you." And he laughs out loud, shrugging his shoulders innocently even though he's knows quite well that particular suggestion wasn't going to bode over well. "We see Regina tomorrow."

She hates to admit that she's nervous about it. She she shouldn't be but even masked under her tough exterior, she knows that her other half lost so much. Waltzing in with her new found love for Robin of Locksley while Robin Hood is no longer might go either way.

"She's going to be happy that you heeded her advice," he assures. "You followed your heart and you haven't wasted a single minute."

"Don't flatter yourself, peasant," she bites playfully.

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it."