For my lovely Tumblr wife Kitty. You always make me smile, it was time I returned the favor. Have some fluff =)
There's a hand in her hair, massaging her scalp and playing with her dark tresses, slowly bringing her out of her slumber. Regina hums and opens her eyes slowly, realizing she'd fallen asleep on the couch again. Robin is crouched down in front of her, looking and looking at her face with a smile and eyes sparkling with love for her.
"I thought you said you weren't tired," he teases, and she huffs, scrunching up her nose as she looks at him. It had been a long day at the office, going over budget reports with Mary Margaret while at the same time trying to keep baby Neal happy and quiet so they could get some work done.
"Maybe a little," she admits, then sits up and makes room for him, "now come here and be my pillow."
Robin obliges happily, grinning when she folds herself into his arms and pushes him so that they're fully horizontal and cuddled together, him on his back with his head resting on the arm of the couch, her tucked on her side between him and the back cushions. Her head is on his shoulder, one of his arms wrapped around her.
"Better?" he asks, his free hand playing with her fingers on top of his stomach, and she chuckles and nods against him, her chin digging into his chest.
It's just the two of them tonight. Henry is with Emma, and Roland is with his mother, leaving Robin and Regina with a rare night to themselves. They have no plans, other than to simply enjoy each other.
He places a kiss on her forehead and then stares at the ceiling, basking in the intimacy of the moment, in the warmth of her body against his. After a few minutes, he feels her breathing deepen, and knows she's asleep again, so he tightens his hold on her, takes in the sweet smell of her hair, and lets her rest.
She wakes about twenty minutes later, the arm tucked under her has gone numb, and as she moves it, she feels pins and needles stab at it and winces. Robin is still holding her, and he laughs lightly when he sees the scowl that forms on her face at the unpleasant sensation.
"You alright?" he asks.
"Fine. It's just my arm fell asleep," she tells him, her tone grouchier than she'd meant it to be, but he seems amused, silently shifting and getting up so that there's more space for her to maneuver. She sits up, and then flinches when she feels the ache in her neck, the same straining, painful thing that had been bothering her since she got home. He notices her grimace and moves behind her, his hands falling to her neck and massaging slowly, firmly, earning him a tiny moan from Regina.
"Good?" he asks, and she sighs.
"Yes. Don't stop," she tells him in a breathy voice, and so he continues his ministrations, applying pressure where he feels the knots the strain on her neck has created, easing away the pain she'd been feeling for the past hour or so with simple circular movements, kneading carefully for a few minutes until she moves her hair to the side and he can't resist the urge to taste the skin she's bared to him.
He leans down, kissing and nibbling at her neck while he continues to massage her tight muscles. Regina sighs his name and lets her head loll to the side, giving him more room so he can kiss his way up her throat and to her jaw, sucking at her pulse point before he continues on his way to her mouth.
It's an awkward angle, as he still hovers above her from where he stands behind the couch, but then her tongue is in his mouth and he's leaning over, letting his body fall gently on top of hers as she grabs both sides of his face, bringing him down with her when she lies back on the couch, moaning softly as she kisses him.
"How about some tea?" he murmurs against her mouth, his teeth grazing her bottom lip, drawing out another appreciative moan from her. She nods when they part, letting him extricate himself from her grasp and watching him go as he makes his way to the kitchen.
When Robin comes back to the living room a few minutes later, a steaming mug in his hands, he smiles at the sight before him. She's fallen asleep again, her hair in disarray, silk blouse wrinkled and riding up, exposing part of her stomach to his wondering eyes, and she looks so completely beautiful that he can't bring himself to wake her, so instead he leaves the tea on the coffee table, drapes a blanket over her, and places a soft kiss on her temple.
"Rest, love," he whispers in her ear, and she hums in her sleep before settling again. He starts to head back into the kitchen to make dinner for her, but stops before reaching the hallway and turns back to catch another glimpse of her. Before he knows it, it's been ten minutes and he has yet to stop staring at Regina's sleeping form, but he doesn't care. Because he loves her.
He keeps looking at her, at this stunning woman that has so easily embedded herself in his soul, and his heart thumps wildly in his chest, radiating happiness through his entire body, and he knows, just as he's always known, that she's everything he wants, everything he needs.
And she will always be the best choice he's ever made.
