Hello, I am so sorry for the late update, I am hoping to update with the final chapter this time next week. I will leave you all with a soppy authors note decalring my thanks then. ;)
I hope you enjoy this chapter, just one more to go! Please do review! They make my day!
Robin has kept his uniform on as his wife had requested, absent of one thing: his tie. The silk is currently wrapped tightly around Regina's wrists attaching her to the headboard as she writhes above the towel she had laid out, (God forbid they get chocolate on their sheets) the last of the melted chocolate being poured along her middle, with a generous dollop filling her navel. Robin was right; there are far better ways to use this chocolate then to cover it on the popcorn which now lays discarded on the dining room table.
Regina sighs as Robin's lips find the valley of her breasts, his hot tongue flicking out to smear the sweet treat along his wife's upper torso and he can't quite resist the temptation to continue to tease her as he moves his lips up and to the right, skimming the tip of them over Regina's already thoroughly nurtured right nipple which is tight with arousal.
"Robin, I swear to God," Regina begins in protest, she isn't sure she could take another moments of this torture that she had been put through for the last 10 minutes, but Robin has already sealed his lips around her hardened bud, teeth grazing the tip of the sensitive skin making Regina's toes curls as her fingers grasp at the silk of the tie. The growl that was intended turns into a soft moan as her husband tugs just the way she likes, the way that has her melting between the legs. Literally. Her core is practically dripping with literal want as her chest heaves. "I won't beg." She hisses, "But I will make your life hell if you don't fuck me soon."
Robin smirks then, the bastard, and licks his lips of the chocolate as he sits up dropping his index finger to draw lazy patterns in the melted mess on Regina's stomach. "I'm not doing this to make you beg." He replies simply before lowering himself to all fours over top of her as he adds, "I am simply enjoying what's mine."
Regina sighs turning her head to glance at the clock through squinted eyes, "It's two a.m. and we will be up in just over five hours." She huffs in attempts to end her sweet torture before she explodes from the suspense, but she is met with a soft kiss which effectively shuts her up.
"You're so impatient." Robin mumbles against her lips before sinking back down her body in a flash, his lips now at her navel as he begins to clear the mess there; the sensation is better than Regina would've thought, the roughness of his warm tongue mixed with the slowly hardening chocolate against the sensitive skin of her navel is enough to have her bite her lip to stifle an unexpected noise of approval that tries to escape. Her dark lashes fall shut as he swirls his tongue in the dip of her belly button, greedily lapping up the sugary treat, it really isn't all that healthy to be doing this, but then again, who the hell cares? It feels fucking amazing.
Regina raises her hips in an attempt to feel something lodged between her legs and tucked nicely against her clit where she needs and craves relief, friction, but she is left writhing up into thin air as Robin keeps his legs either side of her thighs. He is right, she is impatient, but the feeling of her juices trickling along her sensitive folds in a teasing sensation is driving her insane. She needs him, something, anything, to fill her.
Robin continues his slow descent down her body with his tasting tongue and wondering lips, cleaning her of the stickiness as best as he can as he moves backwards and lifts his hands from the mattress to have them grip his wife's knees, pulling them apart and spreading her legs. The smell of Regina's arousal is like a pleasant smack in the face as it seeps into his nostrils, his chin grazing her inner thigh, making her shiver, as he brings his gaze to where she is aching to be touched and where he is aching to touch... and taste.
"Robin you're driving me insane. Touch me." Regina commands in a tight and lust-filled voice, watching her husband with wide and aroused eyes, awaiting his next move. She watches as he smirks at her then something different flashes in his eyes, sympathy perhaps, (after all he has been deliciously teasing her for the last half an hour and she can't be the only one aching for some kind of relief). If he takes any longer in giving her exactly that, she will not reciprocate the favour, that is for sure.
As if he could read her mind, it's then that he is treating her to long and lingering lick across her centre, the tip of his tongue flicking up and pressing at a toe curlingly good pressure against her clit.
"Oh," She breathes in relief and then she's arching her hips up towards him, encouraging, "Again."
And so he does, one, twice more before he starts in ardent which renders his wife speechless as he grips her hips, stilling and completely ravishing her with his tongue. After the suspense, this was well worth the wait, the feeling is incredulous, it has Regina gritting her teeth as to not cry out for the whole street to hear, let alone her children. She thrashes her head to the side with tightly closes eyes as she sucks in a breath, "Oh Robin, d-don't stop." She whispers hoarsely earning a squeeze of her thighs in response, agreeing to see her through to her much needed end. He likes her being vocal about her needs, her wants and what she likes during sex.
Regina's muscles tighten in her legs as she can feel herself being lifted up and up, closer and closer to her peak with each pressing lick, oh, now he's sucking and that is so much better, even though she hadn't thought it could've been. Because now her hips are having a hard time being pinned to the mattress as they wiggle underneath Robin's tight grasp with every suck. Her nails are tugging into her palms and if she had her hands free those same nails would undoubtedly be buried in a mass of mousy brown locks. The locks that are moving up and down with her husband's bobbing head. God, he is so good with his tongue and she has to wonder how in the hell she wasn't in the mood to let him do this to her more often.
Her breathing becomes more and more laboured as it hitches with each sharp ripple of pleasure that spreads throughout every vein in her lower body and then a few small moans of higher pitch begin to slip past tightly closed lips, unable to be held back for any longer. His tongue swirls over and over and over her sensitive bud until she can feel that delicious burning sensation begin to grow and intensify as she is suddenly coming with a strangled sound which would have been classed as embarrassing had Robin's head not been buried between her legs, causing neither one of them to care. She rides out wave after wave of pleasure until she grows weightless and collapses against the tousled towel beneath her, feeling like jelly, boneless and light.
Robin pulls away with a pop and a lick of his lips, the erotic mixture of chocolate and Regina swimming across his taste buds and scenting the thick air between them. He grins in pride and it makes Regina's heart flutter at the sight she is met with when her eyes flutter open, he looks so boyish and so... in love. She returns the grin tiredly, after all, she had just been thoroughly fucked at 2:15am. Reaching out, her hands find the back of Robin's head and she is pulling him in for a lazy kiss, tasting the sex, the chocolate and him in one satisfying mix of ingredients.
"That was..." She breathes as she pulls away and allows her head to tilt and meet her husband's as he patiently waits for her to find the rest of her sentence in her hazy post-sex state, "Stunning in every way." She finishes with a snicker which he returns, remembering that he had used that line on her once or twice before.
"Mmm, I agree." He replies, the scent of her on his breath as his lips skim her nose before he is moving to her side giving her the go ahead to flick her fingers and have his tie dissipate from around her wrists.
Regina sighs, "I should shower." She huffs, rubbing at her wrists absentmindedly as she brings them down to her sticky torso and turns her head to look at her husband, "Join me so I can sort out that gun in your pocket." She adds in a tease and with a smirk as she sits up and slowly climbs from the bed.
"No, it's alright, darling-" Robin begins to protest gentlemanly, but Regina rolls her eyes.
"If I don't see you there in five minutes I will come back and drag you in there myself." She purrs threateningly with dark eyes before she flaunts her nakedness in her strut towards the en suite bathroom.
What kind of a man would Robin be to resist that?
For breakfast on Saturday Regina fancied something different, decided to get up when she first woke at 7am and head to the kitchen (after checking that the hamster hadn't escaped, he hadn't) to cook up the leftover popcorn in a delightful omelette. What on earth possessed her to crave such an odd concoction she couldn't tell, but it tasted so good.
It put her in a good mood for the rest of the morning, in fact, as she breakfasted the rest of the family (kept the knowledge of her odd little dish to herself) making them boiled eggs and toast soldiers to dip in the rich and runny yolk.
It is as Regina is doing the last of the washing up after showering and changing into her attire for the day, that their babysitter arrives. Mary Margaret rings the door and patiently waits for Robin to let her in. She has learnt her lesson not to let herself in after Monday.
"Good morning." Robin greets with a wide and forced smile, avoiding eye contact as his gaze settles on her scarf (that bloody scarf) then the pathway behind her as he holds the door wide open for the teacher to pass over the threshold and inside into the warm.
"Yes, good morning." Mary Margaret replies with an equally forced smile as she sceptically eyes the stairs before sheepishly shuffling her way into the living room where Grace is colouring on the coffee table.
Just how long is it going to be awkward like this, Robin wonders, as he makes his way into the kitchen, leaning against the door frame as he announces in a low voice, "Mary Margaret is here."
Regina turns from the sink, grabbing a towel and wiping her fingers between the material before placing it on the side as she nods in acknowledgement, "Well then, let's get going before we have to hold awkward conversation with the eavesdropper." Regina hisses, finding that she would much rather go to one of Dr Rocker's sessions than stay in a room with Mary Margaret, avoiding eye contact and unwelcome flashbacks.
Robin nods, all to happy to agree, as he heads to the bottom of the stairs, calling for Roland and letting him know that Margaret has arrived and that he needs to come and say hello. The young boy strolls into sight a few minutes later, slipping down the stairs and walking past his father straight to the couch which he flops across rather ungracefully. "Hey." He greets the teacher making Regina chuckle as she grabs her purse from beside him.
"Be good." She says softly, pressing a kiss to the boys head, "And keep an eye on Bruce." She warns raising a brow in a slightly threatening manner, watching as the boy's face lights up, clearly he had momentarily forgotten about his furry friend.
"I will!" He exclaims, jumping from the sofa and out of the room to the utility, making Regina roll her eyes and turn her attention to her daughter, "Goodbye sweetie, see you at lunch. Draw me something pretty."
"And me." Robin adds in as he enters the room wrapping his scarf around his neck and waving goodbye to his daughter before taking his wife's hand in his.
"Okay daddy!" Grace beams before scrambling for a few new crayons, busying herself, as Regina and Robin slip from the room with a mumbled thank you directed at Mary Margaret, because, after all, she is doing them a huge favour.
"You know as pleasant as it has been to keep a diary of our sexual encounters, it's been ever so dangerous. My daughter wanted me to read it to her last night after finding it under my pillow." Regina declares with a roll of her eyes, though her remark isn't spiteful, more playfully sarcastic, as she hands her journal over to the doctor upon taking her seat.
Dr Rocker simply grins as he receives each journal and places it onto his lap, "Well, that may not be a so much of a problem anymore." He declares softly his eyes sparkling in what looks like pride.
"What do you mean?" Robin asks with a furrowed brow.
The therapist's smile widens, "If you are both as confident as I am that you can carry on without me, I don't think there is a need for these sessions anymore. In fact, I was thinking that today may be our last."
Regina's smile drops to a frown of surprise, "Oh." She declares simply. Quite honestly, she thought that she would be elated to see the back of the doctor but it has become a habit, part of her timetable, and as much as she didn't get along with the man at the start, she finds that she quite likes Dr Rocker now. Can she and Robin really go at this alone? Are they ready?
Dr Rocker smiles, "Tell me how you feel." He declares, sensing Regina's hesitance.
The brunette's gaze flickers up from the floor to look at the man sat opposite her, "How I feel?" She asks, shaking her head with a confused frown.
"Yes. When you first stepped into my office I sensed lots of negative energy from you. Tell me how you feel now, in this moment." He clarifies.
Regina glances at her husband before smiling slightly, "Happy." She whispers before looking back at the redhead, "Apprehensive." She admits with a shrug, "I'll be honest, I was counting down the days until this one would come and I have never been a dependent woman but the thought of no more therapy sessions makes me worry that I will just let our sex life trickle away again. Without this support, I mean."
Robin shakes his head before Dr Rocker can reply as he takes his wife's hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze, "That won't happen. We are different now, we have learnt how to make time for each other around work and children." He reassures and Dr Rocker nods as he opens Robin's journal, flicking through this week's entries.
"You certainly have." He adds on as he skims a few of the paragraphs that stain the pages. "Besides a healthy sex life does not mean that you have to be on each other every moment possible. A good sex life is so much more than that, good sex can arise from an unhealthy relationship but, evidently, that is not healthy. What you two share revolves around the love you have for one another, your relationship is admirable and one that many, I am sure, would be envious of. Sex is just a part of that and as long as you don't want to have another dry spell, now conscious of what going through that is like, you won't. Trust me. Only 1 in 10 clients return after having these sessions and, truthfully, if I didn't think you were ready to go independent from today onwards I wouldn't suggest it." The doctor advises honestly, his green eyes looking to and fro between the couple as he hands them back their journals by placing them upon the table before them.
Regina mulls over everything the doctor has declared and realises that he is right, if he truly didn't believe they couldn't do this he would keep them on, besides he will only be losing money by dismissing them early on. She sucks in a breath looking over at Robin, "Maybe we are ready." She whispers with a timid smile, reserved only for him.
"I think that maybe we are." He replies, dropping a light kiss to the bridge of her nose as his thumb sweeps to and fro over the back of her hand.
Regina scrunches her nose, "And.. I was thinking that maybe we could start those dance lessons we were talking about on Saturday mornings instead. Keep this time to ourselves." She suggests, biting her lower lip.
"Sounds perfect." Robin replies with a grin and a nod.
"Oh, I am going to miss you two." Dr Rocker declares with a pout, interrupting their moment politely.
Regina chuckles shaking her head and softly pulling her hand from her husband's, "Thank you, Dr Rocker. For everything." She replies with a soft smile before clasping her hands together and putting on her mayor-like front, "Now is there anything we need to sign?" She asks eyeing the table in front of her in search for the paperwork.
Dr Rocker nods, "Yes." He replies with a smile, standing and walking over to his desk to grab the discharge papers before bringing them back to the couple, who, each in turn, sign the required areas.
"So..." Robin states as he watches his wife sign the last of the papers. "That's it, huh? You can stop robbing my bank account?" He teases with a chuckle which the doctor reciprocates with a nod.
"That depends, what bottle of champers are you going to buy me?" Dr Rocker retorts, continuing the joke as Regina lays the pen down and rolls her eyes at the red head.
"And here I was thinking the reward was in the result." She remarks dryly with a raised brow, knowing full well that the therapist does not expect anything from the two of them. However, it was already a must that she will buy him at least a card and a box of chocolates to say thank you. He has helped them more than she ever thought he would.
The red head laughs heartily at that, "Touché!" He exclaims with a playful wink before grabbing the papers and clipping them together with a stapler. "Now, before you leave me forever is there anything else you need from me or want to ask me?"
Both Robin and Regina share a look before shaking their heads.
"Just that everything in these sessions will stay inside of these sessions, correct?" Regina asks, although she already know the answer, as it is part of the patient doctor confidentiality agreement which she had read before their sessions had started. However, she wanted to hear it in person for utter reassurance before she does indeed leave this office for what she hopes, for her an Robin's sake, to be forever.
"Correct." Dr Rocker replies without hesitation and a wide smile, "If that is all you had to ask me I think the both of you are going to do quite fine without these sessions." He jokes before standing and offering his hand as the couple stand two, each shaking it in turn.
"Thanks again, Doc." Robin bids with a firm shake of the other man's hand before the doctor is leading them to the door and opening it for them.
"It was my pleasure." He replies with a wide smile, "Remember to keep in touch from time to time. I won't charge." He adds with a wink and the couple chuckle, both feeling a little wistful yet relieved and chuffed about how far they have come. They had made it.
With their sex journals in hand, the couple leave the therapist's office after some final thanks and goodbyes before heading to the car with a pair of matching smiles on their faces.