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She shifted atop him, chuckling when he sat up in attempts to recapture the lips she'd removed from his as she sat up. She ignored his whine of protest, instead focusing on the hands he had trailing up and down her thighs, always stopping at the hem of her damn dress and wasn't it about time that she rectified that?

He helped, the very instant he realised her intentions when lean fingers hooked into the bottom of the dress she'd practically poured herself into earlier that evening and she lifted onto her knees. She stopped him when it reached her hips, gave her enough leverage to scuffle forwards and sit properly on her lap, her forearms resting atop his shoulders with her fingers gently interlaced, palms curved around his neck. "Hey…" she whispered, leaning forward enough to nudge her nose against his, laughing when she moved back and he followed once more, "hey," she smiled as she held his face in her hands, keeping his gaze from falling back to the black lace panties he'd been fixated upon.

He looked a little dazed and confused, lost in a haze of lust, in the scent of her perfume, in the feel of her pressed against him. She still affected him so very strongly, even after all of these years. He smiled against her when she finally relented to him, dipped her head to press her lips against his own, kneading them tenderly with that wondrous full mouth of hers that opened to him when he licked along the seam. He couldn't supress the moan that bubbled up and out of his throat when her tongue slid slowly against his own nor when her own whimper was accompanied with a tentative grind of her hips against his own, almost as though she'd lost control of her lower half and was only aware when his hardening erection brushed against her swollen clit through her panties, only denim and lace between them.

She'd wanted to say something to him though, something about…"Oh, Robin," she breathed when he pressed himself harder against her on her next grind, his fingers flexing and gripping at her hips, pulling her down and into him, "I-"

"Yes?" he inhaled her gasp, their mouths hovering, never meeting and he loved watching her face contort as her eyes squeezed shut and her brow furrowed, strangled moans panted against his lips that had him almost painfully hard beneath her. He slid his hands up the expanse of her back, blindly searching for the zipper of her dress until he was able to tug it down and pull the material from her shoulders, glad when her hands instantly returned to his neck and his face once she'd manoeuvred her arms from it, still moving of her own accord. "God, Regina" he moaned, muffling the sound against the skin of her neck as he buried his face there.

She clutched him to her breast as she threw her head back, the coil in her stomach winding tighter and tighter with every thrust against him and her heart was pounding a fierce rhythm in his ear, a rhythm that spoke only of her love for him. It was with that thought, as she held him close to her, that had her thanking the gods that they'd found each other so long ago, that she'd be able to one day, old and nearing the end of her life, lay beside her soul mate, her best friend and her one true love and know that they'd been able to spend a lifetime together. This in turn had her pushing him away from her and forcing her hips to stop their movements, not entirely easy with how close she'd been coming to that edge of pure ecstasy.

"Wha-"

"Shh…" she chuckled, pressing a finger against his (almost) pouting lips as she sat back enough to gather both her breath and her thoughts and though she could feel his eyes on her, complete confusion radiating from him and passion still burning from the fingers clenching and relaxing against her thighs, she remained quiet, searching for some sort of calm that wouldn't have her starting this all over again before she'd been able to tell him what had screaming to get out of her all night. "Shh…" she laughed softly, more to herself than to him but he knew, just as well as she, how completely wonderful she found it to still be so attracted to him even when she knew practically every single thing there was to know about him as he did her. She tilted her head forward after a long moment and when her breathing had finally calmed from short pants to deep inhales, smiling when he was there waiting for her, his own forehead for her to rest against and hands that lifted to card through her hair.

"What's wrong babe?" he asked, the question a whisper of breath against her smiling lips and she couldn't help but tip her face down enough to nuzzle his nose with her own in complete affection. They were almost too close to see one another, blue eyes focused on chocolate brown, her fingers tracing the lines and slopes of a face she knew better than her own and lips curving into a smile that didn't require conscious thought, not when she was with him.

Her head tilted as she shook her head slowly, her eyes crinkling with adoration as her index finger stroked along his lower lip and she replied "absolutely nothing."

He hummed warmly, moving his hands to link fingers against the small of her back, laughing as she leaned away from him, playfully testing the grip he had on her, knowing he'd never let her fall and that never just meant in the literal sense.

"I am so proud of you Robin," she told him in complete tender seriousness when she moved herself upright once more, palms flat against his bare chest and eyes sparkling from both the light of the moon streaming in through the uncovered window and something from within her very soul, alight with the love she had for him and the love he returned in kind. She caught his head when he ducked his gaze away shyly, hands cupping his jaw and thumbs stroking across his stubbled skin as she emphasised her words with little shakes to his face. "So proud of you."

He looked at her for a long moment, his brow furrowing softly as he turned his face in her hands to press a kiss to the pad of her thumb before telling her "I love you so very much Regina," because he did, "and I have done since we were a pair of scruffy teenagers in that damn home, bad attitudes and heartache to match and knowing that you're doing this with me," he shook his head as he looked at her, as though he couldn't understand why she was there atop him (but she knew he did all the same), "that we're going to do for other kids what no one ever did for us," she swallowed hard as tears pricked at her eyes though she smiled at him so tenderly in encouragement to continue, "it makes me so excited to see where this next path is going to take us."

She nodded her agreement, just a gentle affirmation as she leaned forward to buss his lips with her own, wanting to remain in this tender moment as she snaked her arms back around his neck and pulled him against her in a loving embrace, every part of their body touching. She turned her face into his neck, smiling at the kiss he placed upon her shoulder and unable to keep herself from whispering "I love you too," rocking them playfully as she tagged on "so fucking much it hurts."

He pressed another kiss to her shoulder and wrapped his arms even tighter around her slim waist, thanking every single star in the universe that she was here with him.