Red Light Special

by LaNaniuska

They leave, like it never happened, they come back, as if they never left' This is what happens when Robin and Regina get carried away when working together...

1. Chapter 1

Notes:

Ok so this is something that had been sitting in my documents for a while. It was meant to stay there, but because I haven't been able to write for anything else, I decided to just post it. It's basically senseless smut, (keep in mind this is fanfiction, ok? My only goal when I wrote this was to have these two fools get together) so be warned about it. Other than that,

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Robin Locksley had no words to describe how awkward it was to 'make-out' with someone who didn't quite like him; how odd it felt to have this woman pinned against a wall, his lips searching for hers, his chest pressed hard against her barely covered female form, and his fingers digging softly into the firm flesh of her ass.

It was uncomfortable to say the least, not only because he was sure Regina Mills was a step away from hating his guts, but also because he had at least a dozen eyes set intently on what he was doing.

Now sure, the people watching were not simple spectators but their camera crew and the director, so their presence was a must. They were shooting a scene after all, so them being there was all part of the process. Still, there was certain heaviness taking over the air that was hard to overcome.

Usually, he was more laid back when acting. He was not an inexperienced rookie after all, he knew his craft, and he knew it well. But for this, he was being tentative and extremely careful not to make things feel inappropriate.

Unfortunately, even with all the precautions, he could still feel an intense fear of screwing things up eating him inside out. He was tense, and because of this, his movements were meticulous. He still hadn't moved a muscle without anticipating Regina to call him out for it.

So far, she hadn't said or even hinted to be uncomfortable, but that didn't mean Robin had been able to relax. This was not a normal scene, at least not one he was used to, so it was basically uncharted territory for him. Kissing? Yes, he had done a lot of that in his twenty years of acting. Suggestive touches? Those too. But for this, his co-star was close to being completely naked while his hands grabbed her ass in a way that felt too intimate to be simply acting. All that while his lips engaged in moving and closing over hers in a fake kiss that was taking longer that what he was used to to conclude.

In a way, it was too much, but what could he say? They were supposed to be filming a steamy scene, one charged with unresolved sexual tension between their characters and well… in a situation like that, he was afraid that any kind of shit could happen.

Sure, he was a professional above everything else and being surrounded by a camera crew took a lot from the moment, but what if his fingers slid the wrong way? Or if in his intent to create an optical illusion to make the viewer think the liplock was real, his tongue inadvertently touched something it definitely shouldn't?

That would be awful, because the last thing he needed in that crucial moment of his career, was to piss off one of the biggest names in Hollywood by making a wrong move.

It was bad enough as it was. Ever since they started working together, the woman's attitude towards him left much to be desired. That was without him doing anything to rub her the wrong way, so imagine if he actually gave her a reason to be upset with him?

He couldn't let that happen, no. This was his first film in America and he wasn't going to let her have the chance to label him as a creep. That was not the kind of reputation he wanted, so, in his intent not to fuck things up, he felt like he was acting stiff as hell, his muscles tense and his mind rolling back in memory lane, musing about how it was that he ended up in that predicamet...

Now, when he had been told a few months ago that he had been casted to play opposite to the one and only Regina Mills in a movie, a lot of things had crossed Robin's mind: the first one being that this could be it , his big break to make himself be known in a much larger scale. Regina was a big name, talented, beautiful, and ridiculously successful, so sharing the big screen with her was an amazing opportunity. Yes, he was well known in Europe and among some movie enthusiasts across the United States, but when it came to the film industry, this was the big leagues. The second thing had been that he couldn't believe he had nailed the audition right off the bat, while the third had been more of a 'holy shit moment', as he realized he would have to move to LA while this movie was being filmed.

Those right there had been his initial thoughts, but there were not the only ones. He had also expected a lot of things out of the opportunity. To build a career across the pond, to learn more about how things moved in Hollywood and why not? to make all the right connections. But never, not in a million years, would he have expected Regina to decide she didn't like him before he could even go and introduce himself.

True, she had never been what he would call extremely rude, nor had she straight out told him she didn't like him, but there were things that were obvious for those who had eyes. She was barely cordial, she wouldn't talk to him if it wasn't because she had to, she would walk away if he made any kind of approach off camera, and her face would transform into a stoic mask that gave nothing away whenever she had no other choice than to interact with him. She also had a tone in her that came off as a bit bossy, like she expected people to do whatever she wanted them to do.

The lights were too bright? The crew would have to lower them. She didn't like how a scene turned out? They would have to shoot it another time, or a dozen if she thought it was necessary. She was picky, and not afraid to let it be known, and even if he kind of respected the perfectionist in her, it could become a bit intense from time to time.

She was a big celebrity, and she sure as hell acted the part. She didn't mingle, or even try to make herself be approachable, and being an easy going kind of bloke himself, that never settled well with him.

Mary Margaret, their director, swore to him that the actress wasn't actually so bad, but that she sometimes acted like that because she was very driven when she was on set. Method acting, she called it.

Robin wasn't so sure. Out of what he had seen, the woman was professionally as intense as she was beautiful, but in a more personal aspect, she was simply cold, aloof and way too detached, and given the nature of their scenes together, that only made things feel a hell of a lot uncomfortable.

It was all acted, yes, but the closeness of their characters was very much real… and them not exactly getting along was making the moment feel even more charged than what it should. They were supposed to take into the roles of lovers, and he wasn't sure that was portraying well in their scenes. They haven't clicked, and in the end, that could hurt the movie tenfold...

"Come on guys, remember you are releasing all this pent up sexual tension in this kiss. You are letting go everything that has been building in the past few months. You've been wanting it, craving it, and now you're having it! That's the energy I want to feel."

With the sound of Mary Margaret's voice echoing all through the closed space of the room where they were filming in, Robin felt Regina's hand move from his shoulder to the back of his neck. She was using her nails, letting them scrap along his skin until her hand kept moving up, settling into his hair. He took the opportunity to move his head to the left, pushing a bit more against her while still being careful not to make any kind of wrong movement.

"That's better. But don't just hold her, grab her… squeeze the hell out of her, like you can't get enough…"

Before Robin could even dare doing such a thing, Regina moved her face away and pressed the back of her head against the wall. Robin was sure she was going to call the scene off, but she didn't say anything, she just looked at him through half closed eyes, the tip of her tongue pressing to her bottom half of her lips and the soft brown of eyes locking with his.

She looked stunning. Dark eyes, long eyelashes and a healthy blush in her cheeks that looked amazing in her. Robin was sure that on the screen, she was going to look hot as hell like that so he let a couple of seconds pass by before he acted. He wanted her to work the camera for a few seconds. Once he thought it was enough, he captured her lips once again in what was supposed to be another searing kiss. He also grabbed her a little harder, enough for Mary Margaret to have her shoot.

"That's nice… I like it. How about a bit more kissing and squeezing before we move to the next take."

Robin wanted to laugh because damn, who would have thought that he was going to end up in Holywood, acting with Regina Mills and being directed by Mary Margaret Blanchard in a R rated movie? Yes, when he got the script, it said there was going to be a few sex scenes between them so he knew what he signed up for, but he hadn't relly expected said scenes to be so… touchy or whatever it was that they were doing.

This was Regina Mills after all, and as far as he knew, she had never been in a movie where she had to act half naked. She simply didn't have to, meaning that the intensity of said scenes Blanchard wanted to portray really surprised him. His co-star rolling up with it surprised him even more.

Now, he wouldn't have minded things himself if it wasn't because of the animosity the pretty brunette woman apparently felt towards him. Awkward as they may feel, the scenes were not the problem. He had been acting since he was ten and by then, he knew how to get in character and then detaching himself from it. But with her not liking him? Well, if felt auncomfortable, at least considering this was just the prelude to the real sex scene.

If Blanchard wanted them all over each other now, what could he expect for the part where they were going to end up pretty much naked and in bed?

Fortunately, Regina was very professional, and even though it was obvious he was not amongst her favorite people, she never let her dislike come out when they were filming. She was good at what she did, and when she was in character, there was nothing that could get her out of it.

That could change though, if he upset her, so once again, he refrained a lot.

Not like that did much to alleviate the circumstances. Right in that moment, Regina had her legs wrapped around his hips and why lie? the position was too compromising. He was also groping her, her breath mingling with his, the inside of her lip, moist and warm sliding against his own lips and yeah, he knew things could take a wrong turn at any given moment.

He was trying to keep his mind clear and his movements meticulously planned, but with Mary Margatet shouting orders about how she needed them to be edgy and hot, his nerves about screwing up got higher.

"Alright. We can wrap it up right about... now."

Feeling relieved, Robin broke away from the fake kiss and placed Regina down. "Are you okay?" He asked out of instinct, for a moment forgetting she probably didn't want to be bothered.

"Yeah." Reaching for the midnight-blue silk robe that had been tossed to the floor a moment ago, Regina covered herself. Then, lifting her chin, she swirled on her bare feet and walked away. She went straight to grab a bottle of water before going to check the scene they just finished.

As it turned out, she didn't like it. She even came up with a new way to do it, and as always, she convinced Mary Margaret to try it out. If it didn't work fine, they could use the first one, but her opinion was that the one they did was shit.

"You are too stiff." She accused him when they were about to shoot the scene again. "Don't act like you are kissing your aunt, it looks awful on screen."

Robin scoffed at her comment, but he said nothing on his defense. She was right. He was tense, and he needed to relax and just think of nailing the scene.

"All right. Here's what we'll do, Regina, you'll be sitting in front of the mirror brushing your hair when you hear something. You'll turn, getting up with a scowl or something that shows you are in full alert mode. You don't know who just came into your bedroom and you are ready to put on a fight. But then you see it's him so you'll relax a little, not much and not too blatantly though. There's still tension between you two, so you feel like you have to stay on the tip of your toes. Robin, you are fed up. Half mad because of what happened at the club, and half eager to get to her. That's why when you come in, you'll walk straight to her, determined. Then, you'll grab her face and kiss the hell out of her."

Nodding, the London native clicked his tongue. "Got it." Actually, more than getting it, he liked it. His character, an FBI agent undercover, had been paired with another agent to bust one of the most prominent drug dealers in New York. They didn't like each other, Regina's character was the typical female badass that could do anything, alone, and she hated to share the case with someone else. His character disliked her because she was too abrasive. It was the cliche enemy to lovers people seemed to like. The guy got interested in watching his new partner play the stripper, (Robin did too, as he secretly enjoyed beyond words watching Regina work on a freaking pole) and for some reason, Regina's character reciprocated the interest. They held the feeling off, until one thing led to another and there they were...

"Good. Now don't make the kiss last more than five seconds. Robin, once you're done, you'll lift her up and pin her to the wall again. No words, just action. Once you do that, you'll make out. I want it all, touching, groping, kissing. Regina, as soon as he kisses you, you'll do your thing and start taking off his shirt. That's our first scene right there so let's get ready."

"Tell him not to be so stiff this time, he's acting like he's kissing a wall." Regina said without even looking at him.

At her words, Robin pursed his lips, his hand lifting so he could scratch his neck. "You know I'm right here, you can tell me. No need for intermediaries."

"Come on, kiddos, play nice, I don't want any kind of animosity on my set. Not when I want you using another kind of energy. I want you to be sexy, not pissed off."

With an expression that edged on being bored, Regina took off her robe, throwing it away so that she ended up clad in nothing but an intricate bra that didn't leave much to the imagination, and a little panty that left half her ass exposed. That was her 'stripper' outfit, as she was supposed to be getting ready for a performance for the 'bad guys'. Robin tried not to focus on that though, and he just watched her face as she sat in her chair, this time looking straight into his eyes. "Just do it right this time."

"Yeah… fine." Biting his tongue not to say anything else that could make the mood turn even more awkward, Robin turned around, going out the door so he could walk right back in again. His character was supposed to be mad, not at Regina's character, but at the situation they got themselves into. That was why he made sure to have this intense look on his face when the cameras started to roll.

"And, action."

Crossing the door, the British actor set his eyes on Regina. As discussed, she was sitting in front of a vanity, brushing her hair, lips slightly pursed and her jaw clenched. When she heard the sound signaling Robin was there, she quickly turned and with her lips snarling, she got up to her feet. It was only when he walked out of the shadows that she relaxed her mouth and arched an eyebrow perfectly.

Robin made sure to look intense as he walked towards her, taking notice of how her eyes narrowed a little. She didn't look like someone who was going to be a willing participant in a make out session, but when he made it to her and grabbed the back of her head to press his mouth to hers, she closed her eyes and followed his lead.

Now, back to kissing on set. Robin always considered it a tricky part of the job. As an actor, you wanted to make it look as realistic as you could without it being actually real. It was a game of lips and open mouths that usually was kept there, and this wasn't the exception. His mouth was on hers, her lips were parted and on his, but they were not really kissing per se."

He tried to relax this time for it, as this was not a thing he wanted to do over and over again on Regina's whim. So, in that position, with his head tilting to the right and his lips closing over the top half of hers, his hands went into her hair and then to her shoulders… going lower to her sides and down her hips.

"Beautiful." Mary Margaret said. "Now go ahead and take off his shirt. Do it roughly, like you want him real bad and can't wait."

Regina did it that way, first pushing off his leather jacket and then pulling at his shirt so hard that a few of the buttons flew away.

"Shit." She groaned, breaking apart and rolling her eyes in that annoyed way she did every time she messed a scene.

"No, no, no, that was perfect so hold it there so we can wrap it up. Kiss again, then we'll move things back to that wall. I want it to be hotter than before, guys."

"Like good porn." Robin said with a chuckle.

"It's not porn. It's sexy, and it will sell tickets, so on my count..." The director said.

When the count came, Robin pressed his mouth to hers again. As that happened, Regina took his shirt off as instructed. Once it was tossed away, his hands moved down to her ass so he could lift her in his arms and pin her against the wall.

Her legs automatically wrapped around his hips, so getting into full character mode, he squeezed her ass, pressing her hard against the wall and doing the best he could when it came to fake kisses.

The scene wrapped up nice. Even Regina was satisfied with it. It was not the end though, as this was when the 'real' hot stuff was supposed to begin.

With that in mind, Mary Margaret called for things to move to bed and for that one, Robin's stomach started to feel funny. They started with Regina laying in bed, still in her bra and panty, but now it was Robin's turn to take something off of her.

They were going to shoot from behind him not to expose Regina too much, as she was going to end in nothing but her panties. It was weird, because even though Mary Margaret claimed to want things hot and spicy, she didn't want to show breast and let alone nipples in her movie. It was Robin's job along with the camera crew that was allowed to stay in, to protect the woman from showing more than what she should. Meaning that even though the camera was not going to catch much of her, Robin was going to have a very exclusive view of her.

And he did, with the camera behind his back and his body blocking most of her, Robin helped Regina take off her bra. He looked, he basically had to, but not wanting to let his mind wander to places it shouldn't go, he did his best to put his thoughts in blank and just follow the instructions given.

That was how he ended up running a hand over her stomach and towards her ribcage, her skin feeling like fire underneath his fingers. Then, grabbing her waist, he lowered himself on top of her.

"Alright." Mary Margaret started to say. "Here's the thing. I want people to get the idea that you two are naked and really getting it on, but I don't actually want or need to show any of your privates. Still, I need to get some suggestive shots that will show some skin. Robin, you'll be on top of her the entire time, that way she will be covered, but I also need you to leave a few parts exposed. I need thighs, maybe the side of her breast, you get it?"

"Yup." He said, clearing his throat.

Right after, Mary Margaret, made him strip to his underwear for the moment being and off went Regina's panty. Luckily, this scene was going to take place under a blanket, so at least she was going to be partially covered without fully relying on him.

"You okay?" Robin asked once he was positioned right between her legs, his chest flushed to hers as the only way to cover her up.

Widening her eyes a bit too dramatically, the brunette licked her lips. "Oh I'm peachy."

With his eyes digging into hers, Robin shrugged, not wanting to show how taken aback he was that she wasn't being completely cutting with him. "Yeah, I get the feeling."

Regina hummed, and for a wild moment, he felt very conscious about the fact that his underwear wasn't exactly doing a good job at keeping their privates apart. Yes, it was covering him, but the fabric was so thin he might as well be naked.

He could feel her, all of her. She was after all naked, and he was pressing right against her groin. For once, he was glad they were surrounded by a crew that was making him feel way self-conscious, because otherwise, he could have ended up disgracing himself.

Whether she liked him or not, Regina was gorgeous and well, he was a man like any other and the situation was a bit compromising. He was good, his body was not betraying him yet, but just in case, he started to think about the most mundane things he could come up with.

"Alright let's do some kissing and some suggestive movements. Keep it light and don't overdo it, remember we're not doing porn here."

"Are you sure about that? Because this feels pretty racy to me."

Ignoring his words, the director went on.

"Robin, we're going to need you to cover Regina up as best as you can. Use arms, hands, body, whatever she's comfortable with, we don't need any slips. Regina, you comfy there?"

"I'm fucking naked."

"I know, I don't write this shit up, I just direct it. Now keep in mind that somewhere along the line we need you to pull your leg from underneath the blanket and kind of lift it up over him. Just your leg, Robin needs to stay under. If the shot doesn't come well we're going to have to strip him off too and we don't want that, so let's try to get the shot."

"Yeah, no pressure." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Alright. Let's keep rolling." Once again, at the count of Mary Margaret, Robin and Regina went back into character.

They kissed without really kissing, but the suggestive movements the director wanted them to make while he was so intimately positioned between her legs, made it more than a little hard for him to stay focused in not reacting.

Yes, they weren't alone, yes, they were working and acting and all of that, but he was also only human and well, it turned out that the more he moved against her, the harder his heart started to beat, and the shallower his breathing became. It was just too much, and he was afraid that no thought of baseball was going to save him from this one.

As it was, he could already feel himself stirring to life, so he cursed in his mind and tried to go into an inner trip through his mind, so that he could remember some of the most unappealing memories he could recall.

There was the time he broke his arm, which had been no fun. When he got himself stuck in a fence while trying to catch a ball, and that other time he stupidly injured his eye and had to wear an eyepatch for the good part of his holidays. His brothers had teased him to no end about that, and he hadn't liked it. He thought of all of that, but still, the heat emanating from Regina as he basically dry humped her, was impossible to ignore.

"Regina, I want a shot of your nails running up his back. Robin, kiss down her neck and her shoulders. Go as low as the top of her breast before going back up to kiss her again, we'll do a close up to that."

Moving her hand behind him, Regina ran her manicured nails to scratch against his back. The sensation made him push a bit harder against her, enough to make him realize he was going to cock this up. Still, he kissed his way down her jaw, brushing his lips over her neck, sucking hot kisses over her pulse point, and then moving his mouth further down. He went as low as Mary told him, kissing the swell of her breast before moving back to her mouth.

At this new contact, Regina hummed. The sound was barely perceptive, but he felt it in his mouth, vibrating over his tongue and sending a shiver down his spine. It was then that it happened, his body betrayed him and his cock started to respond.

Before he could help it, he was half hard, his erection conveniently nestled between her folds.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, low enough so only she could listen, as he tried to pull a bit away.

Regina didn't respond, but she did grab his face and pressed a kiss to his mouth.

"That's beautiful, and exactly what we need."

Pecking her lips her back, Robin tried to change positions so that his shameful erection wouldn't find it's way to her sex or maybe, to will his cock into stay down. But the truth was that it was almost impossible.

He was hard, like really, really hard and like she pointed out before, she was fucking naked, so there was no way his arousal was going to go away if they kept grinding to one another like they were doing.

"Perfect, keep kissing her. Regina, let's do the leg thing.

"With his mouth on hers, the brunette woman slipped a leg out and wrapped it over him. He was still rocking against her and the sensation of his erection pushing into the wet spot in her crotch made him gasp.

Truth was the whole thing was getting a bit out of control and he knew he needed to get a hold before the camera crew and the director noticed, but it was hard.

"Let's wrap this one so we can switch it up."

When the order to cut came, Robin pulled away and rolling off of her, he mumbled another apology. They were under the blanket as the director checked the footage so nobody but them knew of his embarrassing reaction.

"It's okay." She said, clearing her throat.

"No. It shouldn't have happened." And really, he should have more control than that.

Regina, who looked way more composed than what he was feeling in that moment, blinked a couple of times before speaking up. "Really, it's fine. It's just… a little rough. Maybe you should take this off so I won't end up sore." Biting her lips, Regina slid her hand against the mattress. When she was close enough, she touched his hip, her fingers pinching his boxer brief to let him know what she meant. She even pulled down at it.

On his part, Robin sucked in a breath, looking around to see if there was anyone looking. "I don't… think that's a good idea."

With her eyes on his, Regina lowered his underwear even more, making him spring free of it. "But I do. This is really rubbing on me in all the wrong ways. It's uncomfortable."

Not quite trusting himself like this, with his cock out of the bondage of his boxers, Robin scoffed. "Are you serious?"

"Okay guys. We're almost done. Let's do another take of Regina dragging her leg over Robin and some kissing. I want to get an angle from above. You ready?"

"Yeah." Regina fixed her hair, pursuing her lips but the rest of her face not giving anything away.

When Robin got back in position, she at least looked at him, probably feeling his erection pressing against her own sex without any kind of barrier between them. Her face was still stoic though, and the actor tried to use that aloofness in her not to let his mind roll with this.

It was in vain though, because dear Lord! With her legs spread, he could feel how wet and warm she was. He could also feel the entire shape of her female form against him. Her clit, her folds surrounding his shaft, and yes, as his hips tried to find the best position for this shot, he briefly felt the tip of his cock brush against her slit.

"So are we ready?"

At the sound of Mary Margaret, Robin clenched his jaw. When it was time for the cameras to roll, he almost lost it. Her mouth was the one to search for him, and even thought they were still keeping the kissing professional, his cock was grinding against her sex as he rocked above her, simulating an act that wasn't so far from becoming a reality.

He was sliding against her, the way her leg wrapped over him leaving her even more exposed. She was open for him, there for him to take, and he was using all of his will power to keep himself from making a huge mistake.

Breaking away from her lips, Robin puffed out a breath. He remained close though, his eyes searching for hers. He was trying to read her, to see if he could get out of her chocolate brown orbs what the hell she was thinking.

"Guys, this is hot, keep the eyelock a little longer."

Looking up, Regina's lips parted, her tongue peeking out while she set her heated gaze on his. By then, Robin was feeling a bit out of himself, and he was dying to lean forward and kiss her for real. He also felt the insane need of burying himself deep inside of her, of spreading her legs even more and let his cock do the rest. He was almost there, the crown of his erection was almost in her, pressing to her slit and even sliding a little in.

In a moment of clarity, Robin closed his eyes, pulling away because this was a big no, no. Not like Regina let him go that far, because before he could pull off, her leg brought him back in. As a result, his cock slid halfway inside of her, and the heat that received him made him hiss.

Leaning forward, he kissed her, this time, taking advantage of her open mouth to sneak in, his tongue touching hers in the process and thus initiating a much deeper experience. She kissed him back, her tongue rolling with his as her hands slid into his hair.

As that happened, Regina used her legs to pull him deeper into her, and with their bodies rocking together, he got swallowed into the depths of her sex. He got buried all the way to the hilt, his entire midsection burning.

His head was clouded, and he couldn't clearly think of the consequences of what this could provoke, but holy shit, he was basically fucking Regina Mills in the middle of shoting a scene. There were at least four camera men, and Mary freaking Margaret... and his cock was inside of her...

"Okay, I think we can move on from this. Robin, this one is going to be weird, I know, but you need to go under the blanket and act as if you are going down on her. Don't do it, okay, just get close enough so we get the idea."

Shaken back into the moment, Robin slid out of Regina, his cock resenting him for it. "Are you sure this is not a porn movie we are shooting here?"

Mary Margaret snorted. "I don't know anything anymore. We'll do this one quickly for Regina's sake. Now on my count."

"My sake? Come on Blachard, admit you are enjoying this." Dragging her feet against the mattress and bringing her leg up, Regina arched an eyebrow. At first glance, she looked completely unaffected, but Robin was sure the heat in her checks was because of what happened.

"It's hot, I'll give you that, but I need to save some energy for the next one. Did I mention you have to shoot a bathtub scene? Because you do. Not today though, I think this will be it for the week."

"Mmm, interesting. Let's finish this one then."

Clearing his throat at the sultry tone she just used, Robin watched as Regina threw an arm above her head, the other one rested on her stomach. She also spread her legs to give room for him to do his thing.

"I'm ready when you are." The actor said, wrapping his hands on her thighs and getting in position.

Then, before the director made the count, his lips went straight to that sweet spot he was just fucking a moment ago.

Regina jumped a little, but then before she could say anything about his bold move, his mouth opened and then closed against her. She sighed, he heard her loud and clear.

"Okay, we're ready. I don't need much from this one. Just make a face like he's really doing something down there and you like it, maybe a bit of moaning. There won't be audio, but your face will say it all."

When the count was made, Regina's hips bucked a little, probably reacting to the way Robin dragged his tongue over her, starting at her slit and going all the way up. When his tongue flickered around her clit and then sucked it, she moaned.

"Perfect. Now Robin, go slowly up her body and kiss her one last time."

He did, but not before burying his tongue into her. Then he slowly kissed his way up, sucking hot kisses on her pubic bone, over her navel, right between her breast and then her chin.

By the time he reached her lips, he knew he was sure she was going to need a cold shower as soon as possible.

Now this time, as his mouth sought for hers, her tongue automatically pushed past his lips so that it could swirl around his. It was a brief contact he hoped wouldn't get caught on camera.

"And cut. What can I say, that was beautiful."

Breaking away from her, Robin snorted before exclaiming out loud. "And I didn't have to show my arse. Brilliant."

Acting as if they didn't actually had sex in a room fool of people, Robin rolled to Regina's side, pulling the blanket tighter around them as he tried to act as casually as he could.

"I think mine showed. And my boobs."

"It won't show, I promise that. With a little bit of editing, it will come out perfectly." The director said, handing them both some bathrobes so they could cover. "That was great work, really, guys."

"Right." Regina said.

Slipping his robe on then watching as the woman did the same before going out of bed, Robin pushed the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He was trying to be subtle, but something in the way Regina was already walking away rubbed him the wrong way.

She didn't say anything, nor did she even spared him a glance.

Still, he remained a while longer where he was, answering Mary Margaret instead of following Regina to find out what the hell happened between them. He was also waiting for his erection to go down, as the last thing he needed was to walk with a boner down his robe for everybody to see.

"Thanks."

"No, thank you for trusting me. Now let me go check the footage, okay? Go get dressed and I guess I'll see you next time?"

Nodding, Robin took his sweet time to walk out. When he was presentable, he made his way to Regina's trailer instead of going to his own. He would, eventually, but right in that moment, he needed to talk to her. After at least three knocks on her door, the one who answered was her assistant.

"Sorry, Regina doesn't want to see anyone." With that said, the young woman pretty much slammed the door in his face, leaving Robin standing there a little bit perplexed.

When he knocked again and said it was important, the assistant said the same thing, leaving Robin no other option other than to walk away. It was alright, there was going to be time later to clarify everything.

Or so he thought, but the truth was that the next time they saw each other, Regina acted as she always did with him. Aloof, distant, and a hell of a lot colder. It was as if nothing ever happened underneath those sheets between them, and the feeling of her indifference ended up confirming that despite whatever happened, they were never going to click.

How and why did they end up having that episode? He wasn't sure, maybe she got too deep into her character, and he definitely got too carried away. It had been a mistake, one she definitely decided to ignore and maybe he should do the same.

He tried, in vain, because fuck it all, how could he ever? But because there was nothing for him to do, he just hoped that the scene they shot was enough to give the appearance that they got along or else, the movie was going to flunk… And that was the last thing he needed…