NOTES: Okay guys, so this is it! This is the last chapter of Dancing Queen, finally! Now, before going into many details, I just want to thank you all for sticking to the story for so long. It was fun writing it and I enjoyed very much reading your thoughts on it, as they always kept me motivated into writing more. As for this chapter, it is more of an epilogue than anything else, a look at what these two are doing a few months after they left London. It's not really much, but I think it was a nice way to end it on a good note; so with that said, I hope you enjoy it.
DANCING QUEEN
If there was something Robin Locksley has come to understand in the last few months of his life, it was that the more he tried to withhold his feelings, the stronger they would become, and the more he meant to keep them quiet, the louder they would roar inside of him.
It was almost like his feelings had the force of a hurricane, uncontainable, growing stronger and unforgivable, and as much as he would fight to keep everything in, it seemed like his fate was doomed, as apparently, neither his body or his soul were capable of containing such a strong phenomenon for much longer.
Like how could he keep doing it when he was tired of fighting it… of bottling it all up?
Sure, it has been barely three months since he realized what it was that he felt, but three months with Regina Mills was the equivalent of a lifetime, as the woman was like a shooting star that wouldn't stay settled for long and the accelerated pace in which she lived her life, made it feel like their time together has been much longer that it really was.
He was always on his toes when it came to her, and as bizarre as it may seem to some people, that only added to the growing feelings taking residence inside of him.
He liked it, watching her live the life she always wanted, seeing the joy in her face when she saw something new in the many places she has dragged him to… waking up with her every morning and seeing her happy and satiated...
It was everything to him, being her travel partner, her complicit in her many crazy ideas, and be it sneaking into a lavender field at night in France so that they could lie on the grass and watch the stars, or the two of them skinny-dipping at three in the morning in a secluded beach somewhere in Italy, he wouldn't have it any other way.
From Europe to South America, he had loved her, in silence, and he was about to burst if he kept trying to bury his feelings into his subconscious.
There were moments when he truly believed it wouldn't be so bad if he voiced it out loud, if he grabbed the bull by the horns and simply told Regina how madly in love he was with her, because really, part of him insisted that it was impossible that she didn't know already.
How could she not know when he was a complete sucker for her, and how could she not see it when at times, he has been on the verge of spilling it all out?
He was wanted to scream it at the top of his lungs in the mountains of Cusco, when the wind has been blowing her hair all over her face and she has been trying to tame it in order for him to take a nice picture, he has also wanted to tell her between kisses down on Iguazú Falls when they kept moving along the long list of countries she wanted to visit, and he almost ended up confessing it all when he watched her laugh and dance without a care in the world in the streets of Rio.
He didn't say a thing though, of course… because as much as he wanted to tell her and show her, he was at the same time, afraid to scare her off… the same way that he was afraid that he was moving with her on borrowed time and that one day, she was going to wake up and tell him that it was time he went his way, while she went hers...
"What hour is it?"
Taken out of his thoughts by the sound of that velvety voice asking the question in a whisper that came out as if it was torn right from the back of her throat, Robin fluttered his eyes open and with the hint of a smile gracing his features, he looked at the woman lying by him.
She was resting on her side, eyes closed to the world as if she was sleeping, lips slightly pouting, face partially hidden underneath a soft mass of black hair that looked inviting to the touch and a hand tucked underneath the pillow.
It was hard to keep his eyes away from the sight of her in her most relaxed moment, so with the smile still on his lips, he turned to his side to take a better look.
Regina… by watching her like that, there was no doubt in his mind that she was truly a sight to be seen; lying there with her inviting curves and the promise of her generous lips at his reach.
It may sound weird because he loved seeing her being wild and free as she moved with him all over the world, but at the same time, being able to watch her like she was now gave him some kind of comfort and he wished he could have her like that more often.
It gave him time to truly appreciate his developing feelings, at the same time that it let the woman calm down and let her hair down for a bit.
"Late… I think." He said, taking a look at his phone and then lowering his clear blue eyes down her frame, taking notice of the fact that she was dressed in one of his flannel shirts and that there was nothing else underneath. That right there made him want to stay in bed all day long and really, by the way they were going, they could probably do it.
After all, it was a bit after noon already and yet they were still in bed, neither one of them with the intention of getting up.
"What's late anyway?"
Scoffing because this woman was a night owl and to her, being in bed at noon was the equivalent of any normal human being sleeping at five o'clock in the morning, Robin's eyes moved to her face, his mind going back down memory lane so that he could grasp how much he had come to know her.
Now, looking back at it, Robin would have to confess that when he first met Regina and she got him entranced with her movements, the scent of her and her beauty, he wouldn't have believed that the two of them could ever be living that moment, that they would have ended up traveling together across the world and making love everywhere they went as if there was no tomorrow.
He wouldn't have believed that she would open up to him, that she would have let him hold her on those nights when she was feeling vulnerable, or that he would one day end up celebrating with her when Granny called and told them that the authorities in Spain gave Gold twenty years in prison.
No… back then he would have sworn that things with Regina, or Roni as he thought she was called, were going from bad to worse, as he was pretty sure that she didn't exactly like him.
He has been smitten even back there, but Regina… well, he was pretty sure he was more annoyed with him than interested, and that if it wasn't because she needed his thieving skills, that she would have ended up tearing his cock off back on that first night.
But look at them now... not that they were officially dating or anything, but this was something… these last four months had to mean something for her, didn't it?
Sure, the part of his brain that was reluctant to tell her how he felt wanted him to be aware that it could be just sex for her, and that he was getting too deep into something that was only going to leave him broken-hearted. That part was also insistent of reminding him that he shouldn't mistake the little hints that he swore could mean that she may also feel something for what they were not...
But it was hard, as the most sentimental part of him refused to believe that someone could live all of what they were living through without getting their feelings involved.
He would think of that often, would wonder… was it just lust when she sneaked into bed with him, worrying the sensitive skin of his throat with her kisses? Did she just want to get off when she would whisper in his ear in the most innortune moments how much she wanted his cock in her? Was she emotionally detached when he had her pinned to the bed, driving in and out of her while their eyes locked?
He wanted to think that no, that their thing was not just about sex for her because the truth was that they not always ended up fucking like rabbits in every corner. Actually, their nights didn't always necessarily end up with them naked and all over each other and believe it or not, the moments when nothing but a few furtive kisses were exchanged between them were the ones he liked the most.
Last night was one of those, they just watched a movie, sipping on some local beer while Regina talked his ear off about all of what she found silly in the film.
She always did that, wouldn't stay still or quiet, and she actually left him no other choice than to drag her by her legs across the mattress and tickle her into keeping her mouth shut. Sure, she cussed and yelled at him to stop between a fit of laughter that she swore to hate, but when it was time to sleep, she did it in his arms, cuddling up against him until they were both out.
Now it was this, a little over midday and they were barely waking up.
Well… at least he was waking up, because Regina seemed ready to go back to sleep… if it wasn't that she did already, and judging by how her breathing was more calmed and her face completely relaxed, he was going to say that yes, she was back to sleeping.
"I love you." He said, as he has done so many times before while she slept, completely unaware of his shenanigans and yes, it felt good to have the words roll out of his tongue every now and then.
But this time, as soon as he put his feelings out there, Regina opened her eyes to slits, her chocolate brown orbs finding his through her eyelashes and he almost had a heart attack.
She heard him… and realizing his mistake when it was a little too late left him a little paralyzed.
Shit, shit, shit… he thought, trying to find a way to do some damage control...
But then, instead of the woman jumping to her feet so that she could start packing her way out of there, her mouth was slightly curving and her eyes went back to shutting down. "I love you too."
Blinking a couple of times and feeling his world stop spinning for what felt like a whole minute, the British man held his breath, his heart hammering inside his chest as he tried to make sense of what just happened…
Did he actually come out with his feelings, only to have her saying that she loved him back?
"What did you just say?" He asked, wanting to make sure he didn't hallucinate it.
Scrunching her nose and snuggling to her pillow, Regina sighed. "Mm, you deaf now?"
Smiling widely because holy shit, she really said it, she said he loved him and it was not in his mind, Robin slid closer to her, the feeling of his heart swelling inside his chest overwhelming.
"You know you can say you love me and then go back to sleep, right?"
"Then don't say it to me when I'm sleeping. Now leave me alone." She mumbled groggily, the palm of her hand pressing to his face so that she could push him away.
It only made Robin chuckle, and instead of letting her be like she apparently expected, what he did was extend his arm towards her, his right hand reaching underneath the shirt she was wearing to run his fingers along her hip.
"Stop, I wanna sleep." She whined, but when he pulled her to him and his fingers started tracing random patterns on her naked skin, she smiled.
It was encouraging, because he knew by that little gesture, that there was no way she was going back to sleep. She knew it too, and that only made him smile in return.
"Alright… I can deal with this while you take a nap, so sleep. I'm not stopping you. I will, however, do other things." He whispered in her ear playfully.
Regina peeked at him through half closed eyes and furrowed her brow. "Oh really… what kind of things?"
Robin slid his fingers from her hip up to her breast, letting his hand rest over her flesh while his thumb did its work there. "Just… things… perverted things to the woman I love and that loves me back."
Closing her eyes again, the brunette bit lightly on the smirk forming on her lips. "You're so silly."
"And you're lovely." With that said, he placed a kiss on her shoulder and rolled over so he could hover over her. "Now where do I start?" He mumbled, lowering himself so he could grab the edge of the shirt with his teeth, dragging it up her body until her stomach was completely uncovered. He then released the shirt and occupied his lips with meandering through her warm skin.
Regina sighed dreamily at that and rested her hand over his head, holding him in place and encouraging him to keep going. Robin grinned at that, tracing a path from her navel all the way to up until he got lost in the valley of her breast.
"I'm telling you, I'm going back to sleep." Regina said with a soft giggle and just by her laid back tone, he knew she was definitely not going to nap any time soon. Or at least he hoped so…
"Okay… go ahead."
After mumbling that, the former thief placed a kiss on the curve of her left tit and not letting her respond, he slid his lips north, capturing her already hard nipple with his mouth, his tongue swirling around it.
Now, if there was something that he has come to love about Regina's body, it was that she tasted and felt divine, and the sensation he was having out of kissing and licking over her skin, was strong enough to make himself get hard for her already.
This was one of the many effects she had on him, and he was sure that no matter where they went and what they did, that he was never going to get tired of having her like this… especially now that he knew she felt for him the same he felt for her.
Sucking a bit harder, he hummed, letting his fingers roam up her ribcage as his tongue kept worrying her nipples, first one and then the other.
"Hmmm." She whispered, arching her back to him.
"Hmmm?" What does that mean?" He asked in his always good nature while taking off her shirt and tossing it away. The movement made her open her eyes, her arms wrapping around his neck as she made him look deep into the liquid heat of her eyes. "Is it good or is it bad?"
"Good, definitely good." She hissed, leaning forward and kissing the spot right below his jaw. As she did that, she moved underneath him and when she had him right between her legs, she licked her lips and smiled. "But this is even better."
As if to make her point clear, she lifted her hips to him, making her heated crotch grind against the bulge inside his sweatpants.
Suckin on a breath with her response, Robin closed his eyes, quickly sliding the only article of clothing he has been wearing down his hips so that he could be as naked as she was.
Once he was, he leaned back against her to feel the warm contact of skin against skin. "Hmmm," He mumbled, mimicking her. "Then wait until we get to the good part, I promise you won't be feeling like sleeping anymore."
Regina laughed at that and threw her head back. That was a thing that would always leave him in a trance, watching her laugh. But it was just because their affair didn't start in the most joyful of ways and that they had gone through thin and thick in such a short period of time was almost surreal.
But now they were there and he was glad that she felt comfortable enough to laugh with him, comfortable enough to let him love her like this.
"Regina… I don't know what you are doing to me but you completely made me lose my mind. I love you so, so much-" He breathed out before kissing her.
Humming, the brunette woman parted her lips for him, her tongue meeting up with his as her hands moved from his hair to his shoulders and then down and down until they were also over his ass.
She pulled him to him, roughly, making his hard cock slide between her folds in a way that made her shiver in his arms.
"Love you too, and I love your cock… it's so good. Are you going to give it to me?"
With his mind melting already with the combination of Regina telling him she loved him added up to that sultry way in which she would dirty talk to him when she was aroused, Robin groaned.
"I will."
Kissing him again, her hips fired up to clash against his and he met her with a thrust of his own. Now sure, the angle has been wrong for him to make his cock slide in, but once close, he lined himself up and with the tip of his erection put in place, he began to push in.
The result was immediate, and with his mind getting compromised, the most intimate part of their dance began.
What came up next was one of the reasons why he couldn't get enough of her, because of how she always reacted. And sure, it may be that he was biased, but whatever it was, there was no denying that it felt great to have her like that, to make her moan, to feel her lose her control because of him… it was just amazing; her scent, her skin, her taste…
Shit… he was really deep into her, body and soul, and he couldn't see himself giving up on her, ever.
Lost in thought about that, he felt her arch her body to his and he increased his rhythm, he wanted to take her over the edge and he could sense her approaching. He knew the signs, her lips becoming more demanding, her nails scratching on his skin lightly and her legs tightening around him.
"Is this how you love my cock, this deep in?" He breathed against her lips and she just moaned, closing her eyes and biting her lips. By her lack of response he was tempted to stop and make her answer… but she was close and he just loved to watch her like that. So instead of teasing her, he kept talking the way she liked to be talked. "I love it like this… I love watching your face as you take me in, I love watching you cum in my cock. Are you going to? I want to feel you, Regina."
Moaning again, the brunette opened her darkened eyes. "Keep like that and I will."
Knowing what she needed, Robin made her legs spread a little more for him and changing the manner of his thrusts so that he could rub against her in a way that his body could stimulate her clit, he kept on.
"Like this?"
"Oh yes, yes, like that… oh."
Robin opened his mouth to say something back at her, but in that same moment, he heard his phone ringing. He could hear it very close and for a moment he lost concentration on what he was doing.
"Don't stop… no…"
Shaking himself back to the moment, he tried to block the sound out of his mind so he could focus on the woman underneath him and after a while, the nagging sound stopped and he was back on track.
He grabbed her by the waist and kept doing his thing, rocking harder until he felt her shudder and moan with her release.
"Oh my God Robin, oh my God…"
Putting his mind in blank and letting his body dictate everything, he kissed her hard, swallowing all of her moans while his hips shot forward so he could meet her wetness. It was all too much and while her heat swallowed him, he lost it.
It didn't take long for him to get all consumed in her and refusing to tear his eyes from her warm chocolate ones, he followed her and reached the peak of his passion.
Groaning and shuddering with the intensity of the moment, Robin shot deep inside of her, resting his cheek to hers while she held him against her, kissing his throat while he rode his release down.
It took him a while to get back to his senses but when he did, he slipped away from her and lay on his back.
"Fuck, Regina..." Robin groaned, closing his eyes and smiling his biggest smile. "If we keep like this you are going to kill me."
Rolling over him and kissing him on the lips, Regina kept moving until she was on her feet. "No I'm not… and you know it." With that said, she kissed him again. "I'm going to take a shower and after that we can grab something to eat. I'm starving."
Humming, Robin opened one eye and saw her walking naked towards the bathroom. He just watched for a second, appreciating the view.
It was in that moment when his phone started to ring again and back to wondering who could be calling him, he frowned, grabbing his phone and taking a look.
It was Mulan, so going up to his feet, he answered, walking naked towards the bathroom so that he could rinse his cock.
"Hello?" He said, narrowing his eyes when Regina scrunched her nose at him, probably wondering who could it be as well.
He showed the phone to her, putting the call on speaker just in time to hear the other woman answer back.
"Hey, I hope this is not a bad time."
Regina rolled her eyes, as she wasn't exactly fond of Robin's former bandmate, and without saying a word, she went into the shower.
"Hey, there stranger, it's been a while, uh?"
"Yeah, I think I lost track of you somewhere when you were hooping to South America, are you still there?"
"Yeah, Chile, you should come visit too, it's stunning, and guess what, it's winter in the middle of June, isn't that crazy?"
"Yes, anyway… um, I know this is going to come out of the blue… but there's a job we have been kind of planning for a while-"
Sensing where this was getting at, Robin hummed, opening the faucet so that he could wash a bit. "You know I retired."
"I know, but this… Robin, this is really going to be it, and you'll just have to do the minimal. It will be just strategies, as this is going way over our heads right now. The money will be good."
"I don't need the money."
"I know, but the thrill, Robin… come on, don't make me beg."
Breathing in, the blue-eyed man looked at the curtain shower, kind of waiting for Regina to push it open and plain out tell him a big don't even think about it. She didn't.
"You know I'm with Regina."
"I know… she can come; actually, we could use Regina for this-"
"Use her how?" The brunette taking a shower asked out loud, making Mulan hear her loud and clear.
Blowing out a breath at the other end of the line, Robin's friend kept on. "The job will be in the States, New York. We are all here, so if you are interested to at least listen to it, I'll have two plane tickets ready for you in a matter of nothing. No compromises."
At this little bit, Regina did open the curtain, her eyebrows raising. "Interesting."
"Listen," Robin began to say, his lips twisting and his mind rolling, not necessarily because he was planning to take the job, but only because the glint in Regina's eyes was leaving much to think about. "I'll have to get back at you in a moment, and I'll give you a definite response, yes?"
"Good, we'll be waiting."
Ending the conversation, Robin's head tilted to the side, his eyes narrowing. "Regina…"
"What?" She smiled, her nose scrunching.
For a moment, they just looked at each other, and the more they stared into each other's eyes, the more he knew what was going to happen; because yes, the smile corrupting the woman's lips was screaming one thing only, and that was how they were going to go to New York…
FIN
Yes, I know, I left this with an open ending… hate me for it!