M-Rated

He groans the minute he sees her, pulling her attention from the pancake batter she's stirring and gaining an infamous eye roll as she all but ignores him. Still, he can see the proud smirk pulling at the corner of her lips even from his place in the doorway. He loves that little smirk.

It's not a surprise to see her in such clothing - black yoga pants painted onto her toned legs, ending just below her knees with a pink stripe decorating either side from her hips to her shins and a cropped black top that sits just above her stomach - because pregnancy has turned her into an oven but it's a delight each and every time that he can't help but marvel at.

She's the most beautiful sight he thinks he's ever seen and especially so like this.

"I know you're pregnant with my twins," he greets in a gruff voice that he can't seem to shake these days with Regina looking as she does every day, "but that doesn't change the fact you're still sexy as hell."

"Thank you for the early morning ego boost," she replies, feigning indifference despite the pink hue that's colouring her cheeks, "now pass me the strawberries from the fridge."

He grins, letting his fingers tickle across the small of her bare back as he goes and revelling in the shiver she tries to suppress - pregnancy has also turned her into something of a hot mess when it comes to sex, her sensitivity wonderfully heightened to a point where they have to wait for the boys to leave the house entirely before they partake in any such activities lest Regina's keening scar them for life. "Here you are, my love."

She exhales heavily when he sidles on up behind her, slipping the tub of strawberries onto the counter beside the mixing bowl before wrapping his arms around her and allowing his palms to curl around the curve of her stomach. "What are you doing?" she asks, voice trembling slightly as he drops his head and mouths kisses down the slope of her neck and over her shoulder.

"Saying good morning to my girls," he replies as innocently as he's able to.

"You haven't shaved this morning," the mixing spoon has all but slipped from her lax fingers and is sinking into the thick batter as her head falls back to rest on his shoulder, body practically vibrating against him.

"It must have slipped my mind." He doesn't even try for innocence this time because he knows what it does to her, his unshaven jaw dragging over her delicate skin. "Why? Is it bothering you?"

"Fuck you, asshole," she breathes without heat, hips undulating back against him, rubbing that delectable rear against the semi he'd awoken to.

"Is that a promise?" he asks huskily, one of his hands slipping up to gently cup her sensitive breast as the other begins a slow trail down over her stomach until his fingers find the waistband of her yoga pants and slip beneath.

"The boys…"

"Will be fast asleep until nine, at the very least," he finishes for her, thrilled to find that she'd forgone panties this morning as his hands slip over her smooth skin and find her slippery to the touch. He groans into her neck as he delves a finger through her sodden folds and circles her clit briefly before he searches for her soaked opening, dipping that same finger into her and curling it up the way she likes.

"Fuck…" she exhales on a shuddered breath, a hand lifting to grab at the hand still massaging her breast, guiding it down enough to lead it back up beneath her top and filling his hand with the softness of her. She bucks into his hand when he sweeps his thumb over her already pebbled nipple and sinks a second finger into her.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," he growls into her neck, sucking a kiss there that isn't hard enough to leave a mark but that has her legs buckling slightly. "I love you so much."

"Oh God," her brow furrows as his palm settles more directly over her clit, each rock of his hand pushing her closer and closer to the edge, "Robin - I-"

"Just feel, my love," he lifts his head to whisper, watching her lashes flutter against her cheeks as she tries - and fails - to suppress her needy moans, her body pushing and pulling against the waves of pleasure radiating through her. She's getting close, he can feel the way her walls are tightening around his fingers - one of his favourite feelings - and he loves that she turns her head so that he's able to watch her fighting against the urge to scream out, expression tight as she chases her peak.

"Kiss me," she manages on a breathy whine, "now, Robin…" she grits out through her teeth, "kiss me."

He licks his lips, hard as sin against her gorgeous arse now as he rocks into her and ups the pace of his fingers before swallowing her growing cries with a desperate kiss.

Her free hand lifts to claw at the back of his neck, keeping his head in place as she dips her tongue into his mouth and takes and takes and takes.

When she comes, it is with a muffled scream that he hopes is too quiet for their sons to hear as her body jerks and trembles in his arms. He holds her up, slipping his fingers from her once he's helped her through her orgasm and cupping her sodden mound as she tries to fill her lungs with breath that she just can't seem to find. He can't help it though, once she's calmed enough and regained her balance, he slips his hand from her pants - leaves the other to affectionately massage her swollen breast - and lifts his damp fingers to his lips, moaning at the taste of her on his tongue.

"You'll ruin your breakfast," she manages on a breathy whisper that pulls a deep and rumbling chuckle from his chest that vibrates against her back.

"God, I love you."