"Have you laid him down?" The Queen, who was lying in bed feeding Charlotte, looked up at her husband who entered the bedroom.

"Yes, it was finally possible." He crouched on the edge of the bed, looking at his daughter. "In my opinion, this one is ready too." He smiled, running the back of his finger with ease over the baby's cheek.

"It seems so." She pressed her breast a little bit and the nipple slipped from the girl's lips.

"Let me take her." Gold took the daughter from his wife's hands and, swaying softly, carried her to the cradle. Returning to bed, he lay down next to his wife and buried his nose in her hair, hugging her waist. "I miss you very much.", he whispered in her ear, kissing her.

"I know." She pulled away a little from her husband. "I do, too. But I'm not sure either of us is ready for this."

"Regina, Charlotte's been almost three months old, you were at Dr. Medisson's a week ago." Gold gently pulled her back to him. "She said that everything is in order. But all this week, you have been avoiding me. What's wrong?"

"I don't know." The Queen settled in his arms. "I feel uneasy."

"I'll be very careful." He slid a hand down her stomach and stopped. "And we can stop everything at any moment.", he whispered to his wife.

"The point isn't only that. The question is also how careful I can be." She covered his hand with hers. "I'm afraid I'll do something wrong."

"What, for example?" Gold was surprised.

"Well ... You know ..." The Queen hesitated. "After everything we went through, I'm scared to even put my head on your chest. Every time I am afraid I will break something. I'm not sure that you are ready."

"I'm in perfect condition." He lowered his hand a little lower. "Relax, close your eyes and don't think about anything. We have to start at one point." He carefully slipped in his fingertips, while kissing her neck and then behind her ear.

"I'm just not sure that this "one point" should be today." She nevertheless didn't stop him, allowing him to gradually slip deeper inside.

"Well, your body, unlike you, is sure." Gold concluded after a while, removing his fingers from her. He brought his hand to his face and slowly inhaled the smell of his wife. Then steadily stretched his fingers covered with the transparent mucous cobweb. "See?" He kissed her neck again.

"I didn't say I don't want this." Regina sighed. "I said I'm scared."

"Everything will be fine." Gold assured her, smoothly penetrating into her, no longer with his fingers now. "See? Nothing bad happened after all?" He stroked her thigh with one hand and let the other pass under her to reach her breast.

"I'm afraid to move." She froze in his hands.

"Then don't." He squeezed her thigh. "We're not in a hurry."

He put his hand on her clit and began to massage it lightly, squeezing it between his pointer and middle fingers, kissing her neck and shoulders, slightly biting her delicate skin, alternately caressing her nipples with his other hand. He remained motionless himself inside her for a long time. And only when her even breathing was lost and she began to move her hips a little, showing impatience, he began to move slowly.

"Maybe I'd rather be on top?", the Queen whispered to him.

"Really?" He leaned back, dragging his wife with him, holding her hips. "Well, it was worth getting in intensive care after all." Gold grinned, turning her around to face him so as not to lose contact with her.

"You're a fool." Regina sighed good-naturedly.

"It is what it is." Gold smiled. "Do not rush, okay?"

The Queen slowly moved up and down his cock. Slightly squeezing it at the very top, smoothly sinking down and lingering at the very bottom, slightly swaying hips from side to side.

"It was definitely worth it." He stroked her hips absentmindedly, covering his eyes, completely surrendering to her will and the rhythm she set.

"Be quiet." The Queen leaned towards him and kissed him tenderly, for a long time. Gradually, she started to build up her pace, getting more and more carried away by the process, forgetting about everything. First, he squeezed her hips, slightly adjusting the amplitude of her movements, and then he pulled her abruptly by the arm so she, unable to resist, collapsed on him with her whole body.

"Rumple.", she said, momentarily falling out of her sweet nirvana, trying to rise herself back up again but he held her down.

"Don't stop." Gold whispered, kissing her.

He squeezed her hips again, setting the pace. Pretty quickly they entered their pre-orgasmic haze and reached their final release almost simultaneously.

"Are you all right?" The Queen slowly ran her fingers along his ribs, catching her breath.

"Better than ever.", her husband breathed. "I already forgot how good it feels to be inside you. Like I have returned home after a long journey."

"How poetic." Regina grinned. She wanted to lie on her back but he held her down again.

"No, stay with me." He pressed her tighter. "I love falling asleep while being inside you so much ... I've missed it so much ..." Gold muttered sleepily.

"I'm not going anywhere." The Queen finally relaxed in his arms.

"After a while, we'll go again." He buried his nose on her shoulder, falling asleep.

"Very likely." She smiled, settling herself on her husband's chest.