Summary: Ruby and Dorothy's wedding day finally arrives and, amongst the guests, they get to meet Henry's new girlfriend. Marian's keenness to seduce Robin at the party annoys Regina in ways it shouldn't. But she knows how to rectify it...
The Lucas-Gale Wedding (cont'd)…
Henry was starting to get irritated. "Chrissy, could you grab me another red wine from the bar please?" She looked at him, surprised, till he followed it up with "I need to have a little word with my mums. Would you mind?"
Both Regina and Emma frowned at his tone. The anxious young woman, who Henry'd introduced as his girlfriend, seemed to realise he was annoyed with them. Christina had also been unnerved by the bombardment of questions from the older woman. "Erm, no, not at all. I'll tell you what, I'll go talk to Grace and she can help me circulate, okay? See you later..." she pecked him on the lips, to the surprise of both mothers. "Ladies, again it's lovely to finally meet you both. I'm sure we'll talk later?"
Both women gave rictus smiles, nodding politely, as she left. Emma was about to say something when Henry started, his expression stern. "You two need to back off!"
"Henry," Regina glared back at him. "I don't like your tone, and kindly do not raise your voice to me! I got a lecture from you yesterday, and I really don't appreciate another one today! You may regard me as an old fool, but..." she looked across to Emma for support, "...we're still your mothers!"
"You were being nosy! And asking her questions about her parents. You were probing way too much! I know she hid it, but I could tell she was starting to get upset. Her mother's a really sore point at the moment!"
"Her mother? Why?"
"Her mum's a lawyer in New York. Unbeknown to her dad, she'd been having an affair with his best friend for quite a while. When he found, he went ballistic! It was all very nasty, and her mum moved out to be with her new boyfriend. She's hardly spoken to Chrissy, or her sister, since. Chrissy sides with her dad, hates what she did to him, and even hates talking about her. I saw you keep pushing, so that's why I stopped it!"
"That's so sad…" Emma looked at the departing girl. "She lives with her father?"
"Yeah, when she's not in Harvard. They've got a huge place in Rhode Island. He's a decent guy, but the divorce cut him up quite bad. He's loosely related to King Midas's family from your realm; so they have money, but the wife and her lawyers are trying to screw him over. He had a bit of a nervous breakdown, but he's getting over it. Same can't be said for Chrissy though…"
"You said she's your girlfriend? Is she living at the apartment now?"
"Some of the time. She's an old friend of Vi's from their time in Camelot, and her dad's mates with Hank Morgan. That's why she's able to travel over the town line. It's surprising, but there's a whole bunch of people who came from your world living in our world these days, that we knew nothing about! She knows a lot of people…"
"I have to admit, Henry, although you never said otherwise, we kinda assumed either Vi or Grace was your girlfriend…" added Emma. "Your mum and I couldn't figure out which?"
He smiled. "The three of us are pretty close." He knew too well how easily Emma could spot a lie, so avoided the question. He certainly wasn't going to admit to his own mothers they'd all been 'friends with benefits' at one time or another, until any of them started dating now, was he? "Actually, Vi's been dating one of the older postgrads for a month now. Grace had someone, but that kinda fizzled out."
"But this is different with Chrissy? You're actually dating?"
"Yeah. She's great. It's early days, but..." a hint of coyness showed. "I really like her." he turned to look over at the tall brunette.
Both mothers exchanged a sad, resigned look. Their boy was in love?
Regina gave him a sad smile, stroking his cheek. "Then I'm happy for you, my love. Honestly. I'll try not to make her any more uncomfortable. I'm sorry..." She stopped when she saw two familiar faces enter the other side of the room, Marian lifting a glass or orange juice from the bar. "Would you excuse me a minute?"
Looking at Marian's flushed cheeks and hair down, she stepped over, leaning close to push a stray lock back behind her ear, whispering, "Had fun? Dealt with that 'itch'?"
Marian blushed. "Bit more than an itch, babe! Sorry, but I'd never seen him dressed like that before. Kinda did something to me, you know?"
"Looks like you did more than scratch it then; judging by your hair!" she raised a brow, glaring. "Where's he now?"
She smirked. "He gave me a head start coming back, so we wouldn't attract attention." Then she noticed the frosty look. "You don't mind, do you? I did ask you to join us, after all!"
"By text, as I recall?" she harrumphed. "You hardly gave me a chance, before dragging him upstairs. In case it hadn't occurred to you, we're at a public event!"
"Oh, don't be so silly!" Marian tried keeping her voice from rising, but recognised the irritated glare. "You're being serious, aren't you? You're actually upset?"
Regina gave her a withering look. "I need to go talk to Henry's new girlfriend. I'll see you later," she added, tersely. With that, she turned, collecting a glass of red wine from a tray on the bar, and walked away, leaving a puzzled Marian staring at her back.
"Now that's the kind of look that could freeze the balls off a snowman!" said a deeper voice, close behind her. "Are you in trouble?"
She turned to see a smirking Killian Jones, standing and offering a new glass of red wine, which she gratefully took. "I'm not sure, to be honest!"
An hour earlier…
Once the speeches and the wedding lunch had finished, the guests broke up for drinks and to socialise in the main bar, before the brides departed for their honeymoon. Marian seized her chance, dragging Robin out of the reception and straight upstairs, to one of the small meeting rooms the town hall kept for internal use. She'd made no secret to Regina she was feeling frisky, since seeing him all dressed up in his morning suit. She'd tried to attract Regina's attention, but she seemed more engrossed in conversation with a tall, dark-haired, handsome man, who Robin had earlier said was Grace Hatter's father. So, she sent her a quick text:
'Sorry, couldn't wait, R. looks too good in that suit! We're in meeting room 6 upstairs. Come join us, but come alone!'
Robin followed her upstairs and into a room Marian seemed to know, which, once inside, had a lock on the door. Marian turned the key, locking them in. "This is a room Gina used to like to poof into, when she wanted to get herself here without being seen!" she explained. "Nobody uses it."
"Well, in that case, let me just…" he focused, his irises briefly shimmering gold before they went back to blue. A short spell was cast. "I just soundproofed the room and used magic to also double lock it. Only Regina should be able to get in now."
"Good," a wild look now in her eyes. "Stay right there!" She pulled her phone out to send a final short text. "So, we haven't got long. Now - where were we?"
"Well, I think you were…" Robin never had a chance to finish the sentence, as Marian's lips were upon his, forcing a hungry kiss and pressing herself against him. When she finally broke away, "…about to seduce me, Mrs. Locksley?"
"Not seduce - ravish!" Without further ado, she knelt on one knee in front of him, her hand deftly starting to unzipper the fly on his trousers. "Now, stay still and be a good victim!"
"Well…" warm hands reached into his boxers, pulling out his rapidly stiffening organ, making it pulse violently. "…I'll do my best." He joked. "Now, do be gentle with….thaaaaaat! No, on second thoughts, do carry on…"
Twenty minutes later...
As he passed the upstairs restrooms, a tall, elegant woman walked out from the Ladies room. "Oh, hi Robin! Lovely impromptu speech you gave, by the way! Looking forward to the trip next week?"
"Celia!" he couldn't help but notice the sheer, clearly highly expensive, eggshell blue bespoke silk number that clung perfectly to Merlin's daughter. "Thank you. Yes, with some trepidation, I must admit, my last stay in New York wasn't a happy one so, this time, I'm hopeful for much better."
"I'm sure it will be. Penelope Myers is an excellent lawyer! May I borrow an arm to lean on?" she asked, linking an arm through his for support. "I'm not as used to walking in high heels as you might think! Stairs tend to freak me out when I'm wearing these, so, can I hold onto you?" They turned to walk together down the wide staircase.
"Of course, allow me..." he took her arm. "You look absolutely stunning, by the way." Her cheeks flushed. "You looking forward to getting back to your fiancé?"
"God, I can't wait! I've really missed him since he proposed, but it's still been lovely to catch up with dad. But I should be saying congratulations to you? Dad told me about that 'true love' magical wave the other day. That it came from you and both the beautiful Locksley ladies?" Now it was Robin's turn to redden. "I'd never heard of something like that happening between three people before! Dad said he hasn't either which, for a guy who's lived as long as he has, is really unusual!"
They walked down the staircase together, chatting happily as they entered the main wedding reception room. One of the first to spot them walk in was Regina, who, Robin noticed, was now chatting with the young woman Henry had brought in earlier. Their eyes met. Regina, seeing her lover, currently arm-in-arm with the beautiful young woman she'd embarrassed herself in front of less than a week ago, merely looked away without acknowledging him.
Celia thanked Robin and turned towards her father, who was now talking animatedly with the brides. Robin walked the other way, up to Regina. He was about to kiss her cheek, when he spotted that look. Regina said something to Christina before stepping away, towards him.
She glared, clearly annoyed, but kept her voice down so not to be overheard. "First, you leave me down here alone, disappearing upstairs to do god knows what with my wife! Then, I find you in the arms of little-miss-perfect supermodel over there!" She nodded towards the Sorcerer's daughter. "All perfect tits, hair and teeth!"
"Woah! Where the hell did that come from?" whispered Robin. "First, Marian tried to get you upstairs to join us. I saw her write the message. Two of them! And as for Celia, she needed help on the stairs in her heels, coming back from the bathrooms!"
"Well there's a new one!" her voice was caustic. Regina knew she was being petty, but couldn't stop herself. "If you must behave like sex-crazed teenagers, at least don't do it at a public function! This is a wedding reception, for god's sake…" After that, she knew Robin would come straight back at her, so she decided not to give him the satisfaction. "Now, the brides are about to leave. I think we should join them, don't you? If you have the time…" She turned her back to him, walking away.
For the rest of the reception, Robin and Marian decided to give Regina a wide berth, knowing it was best to leave her to her own devices when she was acting up. Instead, they mingled with the other guests, waiting for the brides to leave, and send them off. Meanwhile, Regina, after briefly apologising to Christina for all her personal questions, invited the young woman to join her for lunch the following day, without Henry, so they could get to know one another better. After that, she looked to see where Marian had gotten to this time, though as she worked her way around the guests, her phone blipped. Pulling it out, she read the brief text. From Marian:
'Come find me when you've finally dropped the attitude. But not before! I love you. x'
That stung! She was expecting at least an apology, not a slap! Brooding over the text, she was sorely tempted to reply with a suitable put down, but hesitated, considering whether it would just make matters worse. Instead, she moodily walked back to the bar, considering her next steps. A tall bartender turned to face her.
"Patrick? What are you doing here? I thought you were working at the restaurant?"
"Hi Mrs. Locksley!" he blushed. "I'm working there too. Just trying to earn all the pennies I can before the new term. What can I get you?"
"Well good for you. It's nice to see some youngsters here putting the hours in! I'll have some of that single malt you've got up there on the top shelf. Pour me a decent measure of that, over rocks, in double quick time and I'll make the tip worth it!"
Patrick grinned. "Will do, ma'am! Not having the best of days?"
"Awkward questions don't come with a tip young man!" she cautioned, but the smile never left her face. "So where are you heading next. Back to England?"
"Yeah, it's my final year. Then, I don't know really. I'd like to travel a bit more before I decide. I'm saving for a tour of Switzerland in the spring. I saw you talking to Chrissy just now? She and a couple of her mates are coming with me. Trouble is, their parents are loaded and mine aren't, so I do evening work whenever I can."
"You know Christina? I didn't realise…"
"Chrissy? Yeah, she's awesome! Very bright but very shy. Henry's really keen on her…"
"So I gather. What else do you know about her? Past boyfriends, that sort of thing?"
He frowned, but kept his smile, placing the whisky and ice in front of her. "With the greatest respect ma'am, I'm not sure I should be telling my mate's mum that sort of stuff!"
She smiled broadly. "Think Switzerland, think tips, Patrick!" Was it really so wrong to flirt with her son's old classmate? "I could make it worth your while?"
"Oh god, I could really do with one of those!" said a deeper voice, rudely interrupting them. "Same as the lady's having please, young man?"
Patrick looked up into the face of the tall, bearded man, relieved at not having to be indiscreet about his friends. "Certainly, Mr. Mayor, double Macallan coming right up."
As the young barman busied himself, Regina turned on the bar stool, to a pair of soft green eyes looking down at her with a warm smile. "Hello Regina. You look wonderful today. But also like you've lost a dollar, and found a penny? Can I get you another?"
"Hello Philip. Thank you, but I've just started this one."
"Then mind if I join you? Rory and Mu are down with the girls opening presents, and all the screeching is doing my head in! You look like a calmer soul."
"Calm? Looks can be deceptive, Mr. Mayor. But nobody's stopping you…"
He nodded, pulling himself onto the next bar stool, neither saying a word as Patrick served him his own drink. He lifted the glass and, before taking a sip, clinked her own glass. "Cheers. And I should say congratulations? To you, Marian and Robin becoming another 'thruple' in town? I heard about your announcement. I'm delighted to see we're becoming more accepted. Polyamory must be catching..."
She sighed. "Thank you. You three do also seem remarkably 'together' as a family," she clinked her glass back on his. "Some of us have a bit to learn..."
"Oh, it isn't always easy. Sharing, I mean. I was the one who found it the hardest. At first..."
"What do you mean? Sharing?"
"Well, I'm the only man, and…I love them both dearly but, well, let me put this delicately…" he lowered his voice to make sure Patrick couldn't hear. "At first I found it hard to deal with the times they were…together…without me. Probably just my insecure male 'peacock' pride thing, I guess! But accepting that our loves not only should have, but need, their separate time with each other; just the two of them, without me. That was difficult for me! Well, it was at first…"
She gave him an understanding nod. Did he somehow know what Marian and Robin had just been doing upstairs? "And now?"
"Honestly? I couldn't be happier. Knowing just how much they love and need each other, but still have room in their hearts to love and need me, just as much, made me realise the biggest problems from our kind of relationship all stem from unnecessary envy. I'm not sure if that makes any sense? And, realising Rory and Mulan sometimes have exactly the same insecurities as me when I'm out or doing things with only one of them, made me realise it's my own problem, not theirs. We talked it out, basically. Now, I positively relish Thursday fortnight. That's when they go out on their girls night. Once I get the babes in bed, I get Netflix to myself, rather than worrying about what they're doing. And we also pair off and have separate date nights out with each other. Plus, once a fortnight, we have the babysitter, so the three of us get out together. That's the best night of all…"
"You're saying you're happy once you managed to overcome your initial insecurity?" She looked at him, a small smirk playing as she raised the scotch to her lips. "I can't help but feel you're telling me this for a reason, Mr. Mayor?"
"Well, I'll admit I saw you and Marian just now and…well, I made an assumption. You and I have something in common, Regina. We're both in three sided relationships. So, I guess I just wanted to explain how I coped. Jealousy is a horribly destructive force, don't you think? Even more so when more than two people are involved…"
"So, where's the honeymoon going to be?" Marian asked, hugging Dorothy.
"Arendelle. Thanks to Merlin, we can travel through a portal he set up for John and Elsa. We're staying with them at the palace, as guests of Queen Anna. Robin suggested it and talked to John to arrange it. They were all for it."
"Sounds wonderful, I hope you have a lovely time."
"Thanks. By the way, where is Robin? I saw you disappear with him an hour ago, but I need to properly thank him for stepping up for me at such short notice, and getting Roland involved. You know, your hubby was brilliant!"
"I'm glad but, well, technically, Robin's no longer my husband." she gave her a sad smile. "I'm married to Regina now..."
"Of course. Sorry, I forgot. But when I see the three of you together, it's just like the Briars. No plans to make it more formal with him then?"
She grinned. "I couldn't possibly comment!"
Another half hour passed, before the wedding guests finally assembled around the brides' car to cheer them off. The location for their first night together as a married couple being kept secret, although a small, select few knew where they were going. Kisses and hugs were exchanged with everyone before an exhausted Mrs. And Mrs. Lucas-Gale climbed in and drove off in the chauffeur driven limousine, to cheers and best wishes.
Watching the car pull away, as the guests finally prepared to finish drinks and leave, Marian felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. Turning, she found her now unusually anxious wife looking at her.
"May I have a word?" She nodded, taking her hand and leading her away from the group.
"I've 'dropped the attitude', as you requested. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that!"
Marian gave a sad smile, leaning forward to press a hand on her cheek and peck her on the lips, before whispering back. "I'm sorry too, for being so blunt. What happened?"
"It's just me, I guess. I've never been very good at sharing, have I? I know you asked me to come and join you, but…I suppose the thought of you two together…without me. Having to share my lovers with each other. It's obvious you were going to, obvious that you needed to at some time, but when it actually happened…" she ran out of words. "I was just being my usual, spoilt, insecure me."
Marian slid her arms around her waist, pulling her in. "Nonsense. You weren't being spoilt. it's just something the three of us have to get used to, isn't it? You also need to spend time alone with him, without me being around, and when you do, I need to not feel left out. He told me he felt a little left out when we had our Saturday bath night. Rory said something to me about that sort of thing!"
Regina stiffened in her arms. "You spoke to Aurora - about us?"
"No, of course not. She mentioned it without any prompting! When we were at the stables, she seemed to pick up on where the three of us were heading…"
"Her husband seemed to be offering me the same 'advice' just now, dressing it up as though jealousy was once his problem! Seems a little too…co-incidental, don't you think?"
"I don't really care, even if it wasn't! They're the only other 'thruple' we know, so we have something rather unusual in common. I'll happily take their advice or learn from their mistakes. Besides, Philip's a lovely man, and we know we can count on his discretion. I think we should have them over to dinner? We do all seem to get along, don't we?" she smiled, dropping another kiss on Regina's now more relaxed lips - something they had only recently felt comfortable doing in public.
"Dinner - all six of us?"
Marian sniggered. "Why not? After all, we all get along, and so do Roland and Pip. Besides, we haven't entertained since we married. We should..."
"I quite agree!" said a new, deeper voice from close behind Regina. A pair of arms slid around her from behind, continuing to move behind Marian's back before pulling them all in together, making both women smirk.
"You shouldn't sneak up behind me like that, thief!" Regina chastised. "Were you listening to our private conversation?"
"Guilty as charged, milady," he squeezed himself into her back, giving her a small thrill as she found her entire body sandwiched between her lovers. "But what Marian said was true. We're not all comfortable with each other yet, are we? Anyway, it's Saturday, so tonight is your bath night, isn't it? Perhaps it's you two who should have some alone time, instead. I'll look after Roland and cook dinner for Henry if he's in tonight. You two should go on a girls' night out…"
"Thanks for offering," she lightly pecked Marian's lips once again. "but after today I think I'll be too tired to enjoy it. Mare, you and I have been invited to a girls' night out this Friday, anyway."
"I'm invited? By who?"
"By Emma. Her suggestion."
"And he wants me to come too? Well, there's a surprise! I always thought your bestie wanted you to herself." Although she was still smiling when she said it, even now Marian never entirely trusted Emma Swan-Jones, her wife's closest friend. Knowing how they'd once confessed their love for each other, knowing that it could never be requited while she and Killian were with them, had always left a small seed of doubt in Marian's mind. She trusted Regina completely, but there was always that annoying concern.
"Marian, please don't be like that, my love! Now, although I don't fancy going out tonight, I certainly won't pass on our man's kind offer to cook. I think a long leisurely bath while he does so, would be just perfect, don't you?"
Marian grinned, pulling herself in tighter, "Is that an invitation, Your Majesty?" Their chests now pressed together, billowing as one; a sight clearly noticed my Robin, as he rested his chin on Regina's shoulder, looking down.
"Best one you'll get today, Your Majesty!" Regina replied, twisting her head to deliver a kiss to Robin's cheek as he growled. "Carry on like that, and I'll bust down the bathroom door to climb in with you!" That earned a throaty chuckle from both women, who held to each other regardless.
"Oi!" said a woman's voice, distracting them. "Get a room, you three?" said Emma, sniggering at the sight of Regina, tightly sandwiched between her wife and boyfriend.
"You heard our sheriff! Let's go now…" said Robin, grinning, before leaning right back as he held them tighter, causing both Marian and Regina's legs to lift entirely off the floor. The resulting screams and cackles, from both women, were heard all around the hall, causing cheers and laughter from remaining guests as they hovered above him, still maintaining his grin.
"Put us down this instance, you idiot! You're squashing us!" chided Marian, but she still giggled, regardless. He did so, and as they all separated, Regina turned, giving Robin's chest a light slap, adding, "Seems we can't take you anywhere, can we?"
Emma watched their little performance with a mix of surprise and envy. Surprise at the complete change in her best friend when she was in the company of her lovers, and envy that they were able to bring about that change. She thought she knew Regina better than anyone, and had seen her grow from her mortal enemy to becoming her best friend in under a decade. Always formidable, imperial and intimidating, her transition from villain to hero had been a wonder to behold. But these two in front of her had turned her into something so very different. Marian in less than a year, and Robin in less than a fortnight. And Emma felt her friendship had somehow been sidelined as a result.
But as she gazed at the happy, squabbling trio, two small figures appeared alongside. "Mamma, papa, Uncle Killian's having fireworks on the Jolly tonight, and a barbeque! Can we go to the harbour to watch?"
"Fireworks?" asked Robin, bewildered. "Fireworks near a wooden ship?"
"Enchanted fireworks," said another voice as Killian Jones appeared behind the boys. "Merlin's arranged them for the wedding celebrations. I'm assured there's no risk to my beloved vessel. There's a fair few people coming down to watch, including the brides, after they've changed and returned before the honeymoon." He looked across to the boys, then at Emma. "We'll be more than happy to take care of young Roland and his friend tonight, if you wish, won't we love?" Emma seemed more than surprised by the offer. "Or we can drop him at the Briars with their boy?"
"I don't have a problem with that," said Marian, looking at the other two. "Robin?"
"Fine by me. Incidentally, Henry told me earlier he's spending the night at Jefferson's, as Violet and her friend are back. So, it looks like we'll have the house to ourselves! Thanks Killian."
Mifflin Street
It was gone five in the afternoon, when the three of them finally returned home from the wedding reception, having said goodbye to Henry and Roland for the evening. Robin was the first through the door.
"Well, that was eventful! Now, I do recall promising to cook. So, I like to think I'm a man of my word. I've got an idea, so why don't you two take a break and-" he was stopped from speaking further when Regina turned him, standing on her toes and leaning up to latch her lips on his in an unexpected and very passionate kiss. Marian merely chuckled at the sight.
"I think she has other plans for you!" sniggered Marian, sliding her shoes off in the lobby. "So, I'll go make the tea while you do…whatever."
Regina finally released his lips, turning. "You'll do nothing of the sort! I'm feeling greedy. Upstairs, both of you!" she smirked, twirling her fingers. A familiar purple mist enfolded them when, moments later, Marian found herself standing in their bedroom, her lovers either side.
"Now look here!" she was peeved. "I'm the only one here without magic. You could at least give me some bloody warning before you do that?" However, the lustful look from Regina as she stepped in front of her silenced all further protest.
"Sorry, but, you two had your fun earlier. Now, it's my turn, don't you think?"
"Well at least you left my clothes on this time! I guess I should be grateful for that…"
"Quite deliberately, my dear, I can assure you! You kept going on about how 'sexy' he looked in that suit…" she looked across to Robin, "so...I intend to keep him in it for as long as possible! Meanwhile, it seems unfair we should be at a disadvantage, despite me preferring you au naturel!"
Robin, standing silently alongside, watched as the two women, still fully dressed in their beautifully elegant silk summer dresses, stood closer, facing one other, as though about to get into a heated argument. Regina whispered something in Marian's ear, a lusty glint in her eye, while bending down to slowly lift up the front of her dress. As she did so, Marian reacted by mirroring her movements, lifting the front hem of Regina's purple skirt. To Robin, although their eyes never left one other, their hands now appeared to be battling to see who could be the first to get into the other one's knickers! And judging by Marian's loud gasp, as a hand slid down, Regina had won. However, a moment later she herself wheezed loudly, as Marian followed her, the pair of them now pulling each other closer with their left arms, as their right hands worked their magic, and their mouths came together.
The sight of these perfect women, the women he loved so much, now masturbating each other furiously under their clothes, had an instant effect, but determined not to ruin their concentration, their intimacy, he silently moved back, sitting on the small chaise to just watch. Although their groans were muffled by mouths tightly sealed together, he could tell just by their shift in stance, a fraction wider, as the pair crouched slightly, when fingers had moved, from outside to inside two, no-doubt very wet, cores. Within seconds, two right forearms now starting shaking rapidly as they frigged each other faster and harder to the edge; his breathing increasing rapidly, he had a seriously hard job resisting the urge to take himself in hand, rather than just watch. The fact that hands were buried under skirts, restricting his view, somehow made it seem even more erotic. Once again, he felt like an invited voyeur. A bystander.
"Aaaaagh!" gasped Marian, releasing their lips as her orgasm hit, needing to urgently draw breath but never faltering, her fingers continuing to work until, seconds later, Regina reached her own, as she cried out too. As they panted together, stilling, straightening and sharing a contented smile, Marian slowly removed her hand from inside Regina's no-doubt very wet underwear, bringing it up to her face, to slowly suck on her fingers. Regina sniggered, and mirrored her with her own hand, before turning to face Robin with a sly grin, still sucking. Although one of his legs was now crossed over the other, his red face said everything she needed to know. "Enjoy the show, thief?"
"You know the answer to that, milady! But seeing you do that, while still in your finery, made it just seem so much more…erotic! I'm not sure how I even managed to keep my hands unoccupied."
"Really?" said Marian, a teasing glint in her eye. "That sounds like a challenge! Well, let's see if you can still stay sitting there, holding back, after what I've got in mind for our dear queen here!" Without another word, she quickly lifted Regina up and into her arms, twisting and depositing her onto the bed in one movement, before climbing onto the mattress to join her, sporting a devilish look. A look Regina knew so well; so she was hardly one to refuse, was she? As she stifled a giggle, Marian swiftly slid both hands under her wife's dress, grabbing and pulling down her pantyhose, along with her knickers, in one smooth motion, before tossing them in Robin's direction, then grabbing a pillow to wedge it hard under Regina's backside. "Mari, what the hell?" Regina gasped, as the taller brunette rolled her on her back, deftly pulling off her own hose and underwear, flicking them off. Turning, she slid her left leg under Regina's right knee, her right leg over her left, to bring them swiftly into a scissoring position, before wrapping her arms around her waist, pulling her in.
"Oooh," groaned Regina as, hidden under their dresses, one very warm and wet set of lips slithered against her own. Grabbing Marian's right leg behind the knee, she pulled her in tighter against her, to gain as much friction as she could. Marian did likewise, before rising on one knee to twist and grind herself in as hard as possible, earning satisfying moans from both as they pressed in harder.
Robin, having watched the almost conjoined women for several minutes, felt his fully engorged cock now painfully pressing for release from its confines. Since his return to the living, he'd seen his girlfriends perform this particular act several times before; but never almost fully clothed, which somehow added to the sheer thrill.
"Miladies," he spoke softly, so not to distract them as brown eyes bore into brown. "I wonder - is that as stimulating for you, as it is for me?"
In all her concentration, Regina had forgotten he was even there! Breaking her gaze from Marian to look up, as they continued to grind together, she felt momentarily embarrassed at being watched as they did something so wanton. "Oh, you have no idea!" she puffed, between breaths.
"What she means is…" Marian also panted, pushing forward, not slowing down, "…it's a way we can really 'feel' each other, even if it's hard work. You know, if I had magic like you two, I'd turn my clit into a cock and just fuck the life out of her with it!"
Regina was shocked at such crude language but…also felt rather turned on by it too! "You - mmm, that's good...you, you would?" she stuttered, pulling on her wife's knee even harder.
Marian could see the effect her foul tongue was having, so she carried on: "Definitely! What could be more wonderful, more intimate, than having my clit actually inside you, babe? Or yours inside me? They're so sensitive down there, I think I'd come in a heartbeat! Just imagine it; me doing to you what Robin does!" she wheezed as a familiar powerful sensation overtook her, making her shudder. "You gotta find out how - Oh fuck, I'm close! You gotta - oh god, oh god, oh god! Babe - I'm…" As she looked up, Regina's leg was also starting to shake, as clearly her own orgasm was coming! "GINAAAAAAAAH!" she yelled, as Regina's also hit, the two women pressing into each other as hard as they could, relishing the shared sensation.
"Holy crap!" groaned Robin as the pair climaxed, almost together, right in front of him. His hand was now inside his own suit trousers, desperately trying to get some sort of relief as his lovers finally released each other to collapse on the bed at either end. "That was so unbelievably hot! I feel exhausted just having watched you!"
"You better not be, thief!" Regina said between taking gulps of air. "Because you're next!"
