Author's Notes: I just want to clarify two things...

1. In this story Zelena has a daughter, but she is absolutely 100% not Robin's. In my reality, that plot mistake did not occur!

2. The characters are a bit younger than canon. Regina is around 30, Robin 33, Zelena 35, and Blake (aka: Hades) around 40. However, if it still seems like Regina and Zelena do not have a normal relationship with their mother for married women of those ages, that is exactly what I was going for. As for Zelena's backstory, I will not be exploring that. You can decide for yourself if she's Henry's biologically, or if he just raised her as his own after marrying Cora.

Pairings: Robin/Regina, Zelena/Hades, Cora/Henry Sr.

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The ride back to the hotel was a normal one, at least for the Mills family. Henry buried his nose in his eReader while rocking his granddaughter, Lilith, in her carseat; Zelena grilled her nanny about every minute detail of the infant's day; and Blake and their campaign manager, Sidney Glass, tried to out toadie each other to Cora.

Regina was an expert at blocking it all out, though, so she simply sat in the back corner the limo with her knee pressed against Robin's, their fingers brushing together discretely on the seat.

As the motorcade pulled up in front of the hotel, she gathered up her briefcase and stepped out, already looking forward to the peace and privacy of her own room.

"Oh, Regina!" Cora called her attention, "Tomorrow I'd like you to go over the next few weeks travel schedule and make sure that everything is in place for the public rally series."

"The event coordinators have all sent emails confirming that everything is booked and scheduled," she answered.

"Well it never hurts to double check."

"Yes, Mother," Regina sighed.

"If it's too much work for you, Regina, I'd be glad to help," Zelena jumped in.

"No dear, you have a much more important job," Cora responded, patting the hand Zelena was using to hold Lilith's carrier.

Pulling a face, Zelena turned and made her way through the hotel lobby with Blake and Glinda trailing after her.

Regina rolled her eyes. She knew that Zelena was jealous because she interpreted their mother's words to be saying she had more faith in herself over her older sister. She was too blind, though, to see that Cora's real intention was to keep her busy so that she and Robin would have less time together.

Shaking away the ever present tension in her family, she reminded herself that she and Robin had time together now, she'd been looking forward to it all day, and, judging by how he ran his hand over her lower back as the elevator doors closed, he hadn't forgotten the whispered declarations they exchanged at the fundraiser.

When they finally arrived at the floor where Cora, and the rest of the family and campaign staff, were set up, she and Robin said goodnight to her mother and father, and calmly made their way to their room.

Her briefcase hit the floor as soon as the door swung closed, and they came together in a frenzy of lips and tongues.

Regina lifted her hands to push his suit jacket off his shoulders. He slid his arms out of the sleeves without breaking their kiss, and grabbed the lapels of her blazer, stripping it off to join his on the floor.

She responded in kind, easing her fingers around to lightly scrape her nails through the short hair at the back of his neck.

His breath caught momentarily before he moved his hand up to her breast. He caressed the small mound gently. Her nipples had hardened and peaked through the material of her blouse and bra, and he tweaked one between his thumb and forefinger.

A moan fell from her lips as she pulled back to take a breath. Laughing softly he tapped the side of her nose with his own.

Regina sighed contentedly as they wrapped their arms around each other until there wasn't an inch of space separating them.

Quirking a smile, she met his eyes and stuck out her bottom lip in the same pout she had sent him a picture of earlier.

He growled and leaned over to capture it between his teeth. Slowly easing back he commented, "You just can't stop teasing, can you?"

"What if I can't?" she purred, reaching between them to wrap her hand around his hard length that was digging into her belly, "What are you going to do about it?"

"What am I going to do about it?" he repeated breathlessly.

"You said something about punishing me," she reminded him, pushing back into his hands, which had drifted down to knead and caress her backside.

"Oh, that's definitely going to happen."

Drawing an excited breath, she leaned up and captured his lips again. He returned it until she melted into his arms. At that point, while she was distracted, his hand came down hard on the right side of her buttocks. Gasping, she pulled away from his lips with wide eyes.

"Is that what you want your punishment to be?" Robin asked. Her knees shook as she struggled to form a response. She ended up not having to, though, because he spoke first, "Well, too bad...because that's not what I'm going to do."

Swallowing against the dryness in her mouth, she asked, "What are you going to do?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," he informed her.

Regina chuckled at the response, "Maybe you should get on with it then?"

She knew she was pushing him pretty hard, but seeing the fire blazing in his eyes with each taunting remark stoked the flames in her belly and made her so aroused she was, honestly, torn between wanting to wind him up further, and wanting to tackle him to the carpet and tear every scrap of clothing from his body.

Going back in for a long kiss, he made quick work of the buttons on her top and dropped it to the ground. Hooking his thumb under the corner of her bra, he yanked the cup down and attached his mouth to her nipple.

"Oh!" she gasped, holding onto the back of his head.

Sighing as his tongue swirled around her hardened peak, she reached to undo the knot in his tie.

Unexpectedly, however, he shoved her hands away, ducked down and scooped her right up out of her heeled pumps.

She laughed at the ridiculousness of the action as he carried her over to the bed and dropped her backward onto it.

Tugging his tie off, he crawled over to her. Regina lifted her head to meet his lips as she reached behind her to undo the clasp on her bra and slid the straps down her arms. After tossing the scrap of wire and lace aside, she grabbed the ends of Robin's dress shirt and began pulling the tails up out of his pants.

Slipping her hands under the crisp material she gripped his belt. Before she could reach the buckle, though, he, again, pulled her hands away, lifted them over her head, and forced her to grip one of the slats on the headboard.

She blinked in confusion, and was about to ask what he was doing when she felt a rough satiny material wrap around her wrists.

Looking up, she watched him finish securing his tie around both her wrists and the headboard with very impressive dexterity.

Leaning over he nipped at her ear and asked, "That getting on with it enough for you?"

Oh.

She tugged experimentally against the steel-blue material. It held her hands firmly above her head, but had enough give that it wasn't painful.

"This is definitely a new skill of yours, Locksley," she commented, her voice dark and full of bravado.

He simply laughed and whispered into her neck, "Good to know I can still surprise you, Mrs. Locksley."

With that he began nipping teasingly behind her ear. She was so sensitive there, and let her lips drop open as she fell back into the sensation.

After a moment, however, her eyes popped open and she pulled her head to the side.

"Wait, Robin...visible marks!" she warned.

With a laugh, he moved down to her collarbone muttering, "Okay, but you may not care about that once I'm done with you."

She had no idea what that meant, and didn't really care to ask as he trailed his lips downward to lavish attention on her other breast.

Once her dark peak was rosy and slick with saliva he continued down her body. Tugging playfully at the skin around her bellybutton, he reached around her back to lower the zipper on her skirt and yank it down over her hips.

Momentarily forgetting that her hands were tied, she reached down to him only to be met by resistance.

He caught sight of her attempt as he tossed her skirt aside, and smirked, "How are you liking your punishment so far?"

She frowned, "I think it's really unfair you get to keep on so many more clothes than me!"

"Oh, sorry," Robin answered sarcastically undoing the buttons on his dress shirt and taking it, along with his white undershirt, off, "That better?"

She took in the sight of him, longing to run her hands over all the places she knew drove him crazy, and trace his tattoos with her tongue. She couldn't, though because her hands were bound above her head.

"Marginally," she answered primly.

He undid his belt and let it drop to the floor before settling in between her legs. One by one he slid her thigh-high nylons down her legs with such gentle care it brought a lump to her throat.

After pressing a kiss to the inside of each knee, he laid down on his stomach, spanning her hips with his palms and playing along the waistband of her panties.

"Did you really get yourself off at work?" he asked in a husky voice, looking up at her.

Swallowing, she shook her head 'no' and admitted, "Only for a second to take the picture."

At seeing his reaction, though, she began wishing she had, because she knew that the dark and triumphant look that crossed his face was a promise of prolonged torment.

"You must be really in need then," he commented pressing the back of his hand against her core.

She bucked her hips, but before she could get any real friction he moved his hand away, hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, and slid them down her legs.

Leaning back down he pressed his nose against the top of her pubic bone and breathed in her fragrance.

Her eyes slid closed in anticipation of his lips on her, but instead he simply lay with his head pressed to her stomach, massaging her inner thighs, his thumbs almost, but not quite, brushing her outer lips.

"Robin, please," she moaned.

He looked up at her and requested, "Say it again."

Catching onto his game, she smiled and repeated, "Please. I need you."

Slowly he eased his way up her body, brought his lips to her ear and growled, "Louder."

"I...Robin, my parents are right next door!"

His grin told her that he was well aware of that fact.

Eyes widening, she shook her head, "We can't!"

He sighed and commented, "Too bad."

To her dismay he began moving away from her on the bed. Squirming, she pressed her thighs together to relieve some of the ache.

Almost immediately, however, Robin gripped under her knees and forced her legs up and apart so that she was spread wide open.

"No," he rumbled, "That's my job."

"Then do something!"

"I will if you ask."

"I already did!" she complained

Shaking his head he leaned over and blew air across her swollen sex. A sensation so faint it only served to frustrate her fruther.

She groaned in exasperation. With a regretful smirk, he moved to the side of the bed.

"Robin," she sighed as he shed his trousers, "This entire floor is populated with campaign staff. I can't just announce to all of them how much I want to get fucked!"

Turning back to her, he crawled back between her legs, again forcing them apart. He was wearing grey boxer-briefs that were tented, at the top of which a dark spot drew her eye and made her mouth water.

"Well that's exactly what you'll have to do if that's what you want from me," he answered.

Annoyed, she huffed, "Then untie me and I'll do it myself!"

He shook his head and pulled her to him so that she was pressed up against his clothed erection, "You already had your chance to do that."

Gasping, she wrapped her legs around him, pressing her heels into his back in an attempt to gain enough traction to grind herself against him. The knitted cotton was rough against her sensitive flesh, but she could come like this. She could come like this if he would just move!

Which, of course, was why he instead gripped her hips and forced her to still.

"Robiiin!" she whined.

He moaned against her neck, "Gods, I can feel how wet you are."

She felt like screaming in frustration.

"Just say it," he repeated.

"I already did!" she insisted.

With a sigh, he moved away from her again. As he did so, she could see that her fluids had greatly increased the size of the dark spot on the front of his shorts, and, in fact, saturated them to the point where the cotton clung to his skin, showing every curve and ridge of his cock. The sight of their combined arousal was obscene, and so sexy as to be unbearable.

"Oh for...please get back over here! Please!" she said loudly, squeezing her eyes shut.

He peeled off his boxer-briefs and moved back up her body. He kissed her deeply, his hardness settling between her folds against her clit. She shuddered, rocking her hips to slide her sensitive nub against him.

He tore his lips away from hers breathlessly and demanded, "Say it again...louder!"

Her jaw dropped.

"Say it again or, I swear, I won't fuck you."

"You can't be serious!" she said incredulously, "You won't stop now. You want it just as much, I know you do!"

"Are you sure?" he breathed, "Are you sure I won't stop?"

She was fairly sure, but she was also too far gone to call his bluff.

He moved his hips subtly, grinding against her painfully hard clit.

"Fuck! Robin, dammit, just fuck me already!" she screamed.

Groaning in relief he leaned back on his elbows, and easily slid inside her.

She moaned in her throat, wrapping her legs tightly around his backside so to prevent him from pulling away again. She needn't have worried, though. He snapped his hips, plunging in and out of her with hard grinding thrusts that had her thighs shaking. Angling her hips up so that his pubic bone hit her clit with every thrust, she leaned her head back and screamed her release to the ceiling. Robin joined her a few seconds later, his deeper groan echoing in her ear.

As her heart rate returned to normal, she licked dry lips and caught her breath.

Robin's lips brushed against her neck, "I love you."

She hummed as he reached up and untied her hands, kneading away the faint marks on her wrists.

She cupped his cheek, "I love you too."

Pressing a kiss to her wrist, he eased his weight off her and settled onto the other side of the bed. Turning over onto her side, she cuddled into her pillow. In a few minutes she'd have the urge to get up...use the bathroom...clean up. For the moment, though, she was content to simply doze.

The contentment was broken, however, by her phone buzzing insistently from the floor.

With a groan, she pushed herself up and leaned over to retrieve her skirt from where Robin had dropped it. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, and, with a sense of dread, opened the new text message.

Sighing in aggravation, she smacked her hand against Robin's chest, "I also hate you, too!"

"Oof!" he groaned, "What?!"

Shoving the screen in his face, she showed him the message from Cora, "Regina, you are far too old to be requiring a talk about discretion."

Biting his lip, Robin chuckled.

She pushed herself up from the bed and told him, "This was your idea, so don't think I'll be sitting through that talk alone, Locksley!"

Before she could storm away, however, he caught her hand and pulled her back down to him, "I wouldn't dream of it, Mrs. Locksley. We're in this together."

She wanted desperately to stay mad at him, but knew it was a futile effort, so instead she simply sighed and suggested, "Well how about we start with a shower?"

With a smile he grabbed her hand and lead her to the bathroom. Her phone and its scolding text laying forgotten on the bed.

THE END