Hi! This is my first entry for oqmonth 2021! I am planning to write more, but don't have specific ideas for fics yet so i'm not sure.
This inspired by a post from storybrookeoutlawqueen on instagram.
The reason why she uses this afternoon every week to dust Henry's room is because he's in school late on Thursdays and Regina gets home before him. If she'd shoo him from his room to clean it any time he's already at home and avoiding her by spending all his time up there, she's sure she'd get an attitude from him. While Regina normally doesn't give in to people, she finds that she wants Henry on her good side more than she'd ever wanted anyone else to be there. So, she avoids the drama of a grumpy teenage boy and uses her time wisely. That is the only reason she has a standard time in the week in which she comes up here to make sure her son's room is nice and dust-free. It is most certainly not the handsome neighbor who is currently working out in his backyard. Shirtless. And in plain sight from her vantage point from Henry's window.
The sight of it makes her falter. Her arm, holding a duster, halts in mid-air as she stares at the naked upper body she's being presented with. Presented might be a big word, since the man has no idea he's presenting, but nevertheless. Regina's mouth falls open as she sees the man do a sit-up or two, and when he gets up and turns his back to her, she stops pretending she's doing any work altogether and lowers her arm to rest beside her body.
He looks good, her neighbor. She knows him by passing. Hasn't spoken to him besides the occasional greeting when they see each other outside their homes and she doesn't know his name, but she's seen him up-close a few times. She knows that his face matches the attractiveness of his apparently beautiful body. Those blue eyes…
Before she can take too much time to think about the man's face, he's picked up some weights and is now training his arms. Regina's slight arm-obsession comes into play and she drops the duster to the floor and leans a little closer to the window, intent on getting a better look. She almost curses out loud when she realises that the man is too far away for her to see those arms properly. But oh, how she imagines...
She looks away for a moment, a little ashamed at her own actions. The movement has her noticing something on one of her son's shelves, though. Binoculars. An idea immediately comes to mind, but she scolds herself for it internally. She couldn't really grab those binoculars to see her neighbor working out up close… could she? No. It would totally be classified as stalking.
On the other hand, if he never found out… it couldn't hurt. Right? Just a quick peek? Regina sodesperately wants a quick peek. She hasn't had the pleasure of appreciating a beautifully sculpted body like his in far too long. Or, at least, she thinks it is beautifully sculpted. He's too far away to tell exactly. And that is why, Regina tells herself, she grabs those binoculars and walks back to the window with them. Just to affirm that her neighbor is indeed as toned and, let's face it: hot, as her imagination is making him out to be right now. If he is; she'll just have a quick look and put it out of her mind. If he's not; her fantasy will be shattered and she can move on without a second thought to this whole happenstance. She raises her hands to her face, adjusts the binoculars slightly to accommodate her, and puts them to her eyes.
The sight leaves her almost quite literally drooling.
All that skin. Beautiful, toned, sheened with what is probably a slight layer of sweat. His arms are mageficent. They are muscled, but not too excessively so. His biceps bulge with every rep of his exercise and Regina's eyes are glued there for a good few seconds. Then she moves on to his chest and abdomen. Just as gorgeous. Her eyes couldn't seem to get enough as they moved over his form, also moving up to his face and neck. Both slightly flushed with the effort he was so clearly putting into his movements. As her eyes wandered back to his arms, she couldn't help the image of herself gripping them tightly, maybe even digging her nails into them while he fucked her hard, that popped to her mind instantly.
Jesus. It really has been too long since she's experienced anything of the like. How else can she explain her behavior right now? Literally spying on the neighbor, binoculars pressed to her face tightly, as if they might get snatched from her at any moment, thinking thoughts she should definitely not be thinking about a man she doesn't even know.
As the nameless man puts down his weights and moves onto some other exercise, Regina wills herself to put the binoculars down. And after getting in a few more glimpses, she does. And she sighs. Because now that she has gotten her answer-her neighbor is indeed hot as fuck-she needs to move on. It's what she promised herself.
So, with a bit of reluctance, Regina goes back to work, trying not to accidentally let her gaze wander out the window again. Entirely successful, she is not.
By the next week, she's almost forgotten about her stalker-y actions of the previous week. She hadn't run into the man in the meantime, so there was no reason for him being on her mind too much. But when her dusting time arrives again and she's back in the same spot she was last week, Regina feels the similarity coming before it's even happened. When she lifts her head to look into the yard opposite her house, he's there again.
This week, the sun is out, and his workout seems to be just finished as he gulps from a bottle of water and, oh, pours some over his chest when he's finished drinking. She's moved before she can even really think about it, and next thing she knows, she's holding Henry's binoculars to her face again. God, is she envious of those droplets of water running down his torso. The man continues to breathe deeply, chest moving with the actions, and Regina is once again enthralled.
And then, out of nowhere, his head snaps up and he looks right at her. Regina freezes. In some childish notion, she hopes that by holding still, he cannot see her. But that's ridiculous. Still; she keeps stock-still for a minute, holding her breath.
The man's bright blue eyes don't falter, though. As his pointed gaze lingers on her for a few more seconds, Regina realizes it's too late to duck away, now. He's already seen her; it would look even weirder if she made herself scarce now. So, she keeps looking, through her binoculars, hoping for some small miracle. Like the light catching the window she's behind just so that he's looking at something reflected on there instead of looking in at her. But, she has no such luck.
This becomes apparent when a small grin appears on his face. A smug one, at that. Regina is just a few seconds away from lowering those binoculars and making a run for the door, no matter how weird it may look, when he winks at her. A quick, but unmistakable, wink.
Then, he goes back to what he was doing, leaving Regina standing there a little flabbergasted. What was that supposed to mean?
As she averts her gaze from him and sits on her son's bed, she reflects on what just happened, and she comes to only one conclusion.
The man didn't mind her watching him. Otherwise he'd be marching right over to her house right now to give her a piece of his mind. Or, at the very least, he would have looked a little angry, and put on a shirt. But he did neither. So, Regina took their little exchange as an invitation; an invitation to keep visually appreciating his body like this.
And appreciate his body is exactly what Regina does every week following, for the next three weeks. At this point, she's certain that the mysterious man doesn't mind her eyes on him while he exercises; he keeps doing it at the same time each week (to Regina's delight).
Maybe it's a weird situation, but for some reason it all feels quite natural to Regina. Maybe that is because she still doesn't know the man. Without knowing his name, or anything else about him, she can almost pretend it's a fantasy. And just like a fantasy, this watching of hers doesn't have any consequences, since she never talks to the man anyways. The only thing that's changed, is that Regina tries her best not to run into him outside. This has not been a difficult task, though. So, on this Monday afternoon, Regina is already looking forward to Thursday.
In fact, she's so absorbed in her thoughts as she leaves her home, walking down the driveway, that she forgets to check for the man so she can avoid him, if needed. Her mistake comes back to bite her when, as Regina searched through her bag for her car keys while walking towards said vehicle, she hears a man's voice.
"Well, hello there," he says in a British accent as he apparently just arrives home. Regina's head snaps up, an expression of surprise on her face. As she recognizes who this is, she feels a weight settling on her stomach.
Please let him pretend nothing out of the ordinary has been going on.
"Good day," she responds in her most Mayorly tone, hoping to dismiss him with this greeting so she could get in her car and get on with her day as if nothing ever happened.
Unfortunately, luck is not on her side today and the man speaks again. Regina has just opened her car door when she hears: "I just wanted to come introduce myself, milady. Thought we should at least know each other's names what with the… arrangement we've got going on together."
Wow. He just delved right into that, huh?
Regina looks at him, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She supposes he has a valid point, so she decides to woman up and deal with the situation. She straightens, posture proud as she extends her hand for him to shake, saying: "Regina Mills. Mayor of this town." She loses her nerve a little and her eyes, which had been locked with his, dart off to the side. "Nice to officially meet you," she adds.
The man grins, and Regina just catches the end of it as she looks back at him. Just when she thought he could get no more attractive, he has to show her those damned dimples. Is this man even real?
"Nice to meet you too, milady. Robin Locksley," the man—no, Robin—says as he grabs her hand with his. It's a warm hand and Regina just nods in agreement—to what, she doesn't know—as she stares at his face.
She doesn't know what's wrong with her because she sure has never been affected this much by someone she just met, thirty seconds ago. But, Regina considers, she's been affected by this man long before they even met.
It is in this moment that she decided that she has to have him. She has to.
At first, she wanted to avoid him, to avoid the weirdness of their situation. But now that she hasn't managed to do that, she may as well try her hardest to get him to fulfill all the dirty fantasies she's been having about him, right? She's never seen a woman enter or leave his home, so she is fairly certain that Robin is fair game.
She quickly comes up with a plan.
She puts on her most inviting smile, grateful that she decided to go with her signature red lipstick today, and steps forward. "Robin," she says, "I must say I have enjoyed our, agreement, as you put it." Regina rolls her lips a little, pretending to be thinking on something and before she continues, with a little frown on her face, she sees Robin glancing down at her lips. Just like she wanted him to. "Although, I can't help but feel that it's all rather one-sided. How would you like to come to dinner sometime so I can… repay the favor?"
Now, Robin can take this one of two ways. One: she's inviting him over for dinner, and dinner will be her way of repaying the favor. Two: she's inviting him over for dinner, at which she will literally return the favor and get naked for his benefit for once. Either way, he comes over to her house and if he does, Regina's sure she can seduce him. He is a man after all, and Regina is well-versed in the art of seduction; she always gets what she wants, when she puts her mind to it. The reason she hasn't been getting any lately is certainly for a lack of trying; she just hasn't had the time, energy or mood for it.
An interested spark lights up in Robin's eyes, Regina can see it. Soon, they're discussing dates (thank God that Henry had been whining about a sleepover at his friend Hans' place; she can practically dump him there any day she'd like. Regina catches herself in that train of thought and wonders, for a moment, if it makes her a bad mother, using her son's friendship like this. But, she considers, she probably isn't the first mother who towed their child off to somewhere so they could have a little escapade of their own) and before she knows it, Regina is on her way to work, dinner with Robin scheduled for this Friday night.
Friday night. Tonight is the night.
Regina hadn't been able to stop thinking (and stressing) about it. She had even skipped yesterday's 'watch party', as she'd been calling it in her head, starring the neighbor. She had felt no need to get last minute second thoughts about her plan, which she would certainly get if she thought about it for too long. After all these years of no action in areas like this, (yes it had been years, how pathetic, Regina thought), she was sure she would lose her nerve if she thought about it too much. And looking at that hot piece of man would certainly get her thinking about the dinner she had promised him, and the implied extras after.
Regina does hope he had received the implications of a 'happy ending' to their dinner, to put it like that.
In any case, Regina is in the kitchen right now, working on the finishing touches of her dish. A knock reverberating though her home lets her know that Robin has arrived. Regina quickly takes off her apron and checks herself in the mirror as she passes it on her way to the hall. She fluffs her hair and swipes under her lips to get rid of any smudged lipstick, and opens the door to Robin.
He smiles and his eyes, not so subtly, slide over Regina from top to bottom, and back up again. She had made sure that she's wearing one of her more enticing outfits; a black dress with a deep vee which reached to just a few inches above her knees. It was very formfitting, with little puffs at the shoulders to give it a little something special. Of course, she had paired it with a pair of her black heels. In short; Regina feels confident that the way he's taking her in is because she looks hot. There is no such thing as insecurity about that for Regina, she's always been confident in her appearance.
"Good evening," he murmurs and holds out his hand, in which Regina places hers. Robin leans down and presses a kiss to the back of her hand and finishes: "Milady."
"Hello," Regina says. She's a little surprised, but impressed, by his actions. Who ever kisses a woman's hand nowadays? She takes her hand back and shakes off her little confused state, inviting him in.
While he takes off his coat-why had he even put one on for the little trip he made across the street?-it is now Regina's turn to watch Robin. It looks like he'd dressed for the occasion, too. The few times Regina had seen him, he'd been wearing some plain shirt with blue jeans; nothing special at least. Now, the blue pants were switched with black ones and the plain shirt with a dark green button up shirt. He looks good. Especially his ass, in those jeans.
Regina makes sure that her eyes are back where they are most appropriate-his face-by the time he turns back around after hanging his coat.
Regina doesn't really know what to say, now. She doesn't know the man. And there's still the lingering awkwardness when she thinks about how she'd been watching him. What does one talk about in this kind of situation? Should she head straight for the seduction or start off with small talk, talk you'd normally have at a first date? This wasn't a date, though. At least, Regina didn't think it was.
Just to give herself some more time to decide, she says "follow me," and walks to the kitchen. She hears Robin's footsteps and knows he's behind her.
She put a little extra sway to her hips, just to tease, in case his eyes are where she expects them to be.
Robin clears his throat and questions: "Didn't see you yesterday, had something better to do?"
For a minute, Regina is confused. And then she realises that he's talking about yesterday afternoon, the standard workout-watching-binocular-time. He really is forward, huh?
They reach the kitchen and Regina turns around and leans against the counter of the kitchen island with Robin standing a little ways away. Well then, she should just dive right in, too, right?
"No, nothing better to do. Believe me, I think our little weekly appointments are the best way to spend time." She'd just ignore the fact that she had in fact skipped yesterday even though there was no reason besides her nerves. Robin doesn't need to know about that.
Robin chuckles and takes a step closer, "Do you, now?" He questioned but Regina got the feeling that it was, in fact, a rhetorical question and didn't answer. Robin looked around the kitchen and saw the prepared food, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "We should do it in person sometime."
Regina smirks, getting the feeling that she's not the one trying to seduce someone here. Clearly this man wants her as much as she him. She couldn't help but taunt him a little. "What?" she asked, playing dumb. "Work out together in the yard?" She has to tilt her head up as Robin steps even closer, locking eyes with him.
He shrugs his shoulder and tilts his head. "Well, we could always burn off some calories together. Dunno if the yard would be the best place for it, though." His eyes flicker down to her generous cleavage and back up again quickly.
Regina releases a breath through parted lips while her mind immediately goes to burning off some calories with him. "You're probably right." She doesn't often tell someone they're right, but for the sake of their little game , she can make an exception. "When do you suggest we do such a thing?"
"Well," Robin says as he, to Regina's delight, places one warm hand on her waist. He pretends to be thinking on it and then suggests: "How about right now? Isn't that what you were planning this whole time?"
Regina's heart leaps to her throat now that what she wants is so close. She feels called out by his implication that this is what she had been planning all along, though, even if it is true. She raises one dark brow and deadpans: "Wherever did you get that idea?" A few seconds pass and Regina motions around her. "As you can see, I invited you to dinner, and made dinner. How could I have an ulterior motive?" If he had just not added that last accusation, she would have made her move and kissed him by now. Men, always ruining things.
"Just a feeling," Robin smirks. Then he lets go of her waist and takes a step back. "But, let's have dinner then. Clearly I was wrong in my assumptions," Regina can head the sarcasm in his voice. "I apologise," he finished.
Regina rolls her eyes heavenward and considers what she should do. She got herself into this. If she'd just played along she could be halfway to fucking him by now. Her pride always seemed to get in the way.
After a few seconds, she makes her decision. She pushes away from the counter and steps forward. Grabbing his shirt to pull him to her, she whispers: "Let's not," in reference to his suggestion to have dinner. Then, she kisses him. She dives right in and does not hold back as she presses their lips together hard.
Robin doesn't miss a beat and kisses her right back. Soon, one of his hands is in her hair and the other somewhere high in the middle of her back, pressing her against him.
Regina wraps her arms around his neck so that their chests are flush together and deepens the kiss. He tastes divine. Regina considers that he probably brushed his teeth before coming over as she detects a hint of peppermint mixed with his personal flavor. He really did come prepared. She unwraps her arms again, changing her mind on hand placement and trailing her hands down to his arms. She can finally feel them, like she'd been wanting to for the past weeks.
Still continuing their kiss, Robin walks the both of them towards the counter behind Regina and with two hands on her hips, he lifts her up on it, a yelp resounding from Regina as she is suddenly lifted from the ground. When she is situated, she opens her legs as far as they she can manage with the tight skirt of her dress and Robin steps between them immediately.
Hands begin to roam as their kiss turns a little desperate. "Robin," Regina breathes, not sure why because she has no intention of telling him to stop or otherwise change any of the things he's doing to her. She can feel his arousal pressed between them, and knows that she is wet. Maybe it's fast, but Regina has the excuse of it having been a long, long, time since she'd done anything like this. She doesn't know about Robin, though, but she's not complaining.
His hands are on her breasts, through the fabric of her dress and bra. Nevertheless, it feels good. All she wants, though, is him inside of her as quickly as possible. Or, maybe, for him to take off his shirt so she can finally see his naked upper body up close. And then she wants him inside her.
Regina starts unbuttoning his shirt as fast as she can, and in turn Robin's hands leave her breasts and start rucking up her skirt as well as he can manage with her sitting on it.
Soon, she is shooing his hands away from her so she can roll his shirt off of him. He helps free both of his arms and throws the shirt somewhere behind him. Regina's hands are on him immediately.
While she roams his chest with both eyes and hands, Robin leans down and kisses down Regina's neck while going back to moving up her skirt. When it's situated nicely somewhere around her hips, he takes two fingers and rubs Regina's center through her panties, feeling the heat radiating off her.
Regina hums pleasantly and moves her hips into where he is touching her. She rakes her nails down his chest, leaving red scratches in their wake and goes for the waist of his pants.
She opens it, fumbling a little while enjoying Robin's mouth on her neck and his fingers rubbing her clit. The fabric of her panties between his fingers and her naked center make for pleasurable friction.
Finally, she opens his pants and pushes it, along with his underwear, down.
Now, with the way they're situated, Regina cannot look down well enough for her to see the part of his body she had just uncovered. But, taking him in her hand, she can sure tell that he is going to feel amazing inside of her. She moans at the feel of his girth as well as his length.
"Fuck me, Robin," she breathes.
This gets Robin moving. He lifts up from her neck to take a look at her face. Regina can see that his pretty blue eyes have darkened a shade or two, and she revels in the fact that she affects him as much as he does her. Robin looks down to where his hand is still between her thighs and then pushes her panties to the side.
Regina's rights leg hikes up around his hip and she forces him to take just that step closer that makes his tip brush against where she is so, so wet for him.
Before Robin does as he's told, he takes those fingers which he'd used to rub Regina's clit with just now and swipes them through her folds. Then, he pushes one of them inside of her, thrusting experimentally.
While all Regina wants is for him to put his cock inside of her, she appreciates the fact that he is checking her readiness for him. When she huffs "I'm ready," Robin withdraws his hand and uses it to direct the head of his dick to her entrance.
His other hand on her hip, he pulls her forward on the counter a little and pushes inside of her.
Regina's own hands flex on his shoulders when she feels him enter her. It feels just a little uncomfortable at first, having gone so long without having sex. But by the time he eases inside of her for the third time after slow withdrawals, she starts to feel the pleasure and breathes out deeply.
Robin looks at her inquiringly and Regina gives the ok by nodding her head and pulling him in deeper on the next thrust with the leverage she has with her leg around his hip.
Then, Robin starts thrusting with short and quick strokes. Ah! Regina hadn't expected the quick change and lets out a surprised and approving sound as she closes her eyes while enjoying the sensations he is creating inside of her.
One of Regina's hands moves up to fist in his hair while the other trails down to his ass which she grips desperately as she moans, "harder."
Regina hears Robin release a moan of his own as he starts thrusting into her with longer, harder strokes. The end of each stroke emphasized by the slap of their skin together as he pushed in hard.
One of Robin's hand moves to the inside of Regina's left thigh, pushing further it outward to spread her legs for him more. The movement makes Regina tighter around him and Regina bites her lip to try to keep down a moan when she feels him bigger inside of her.
It must feel good for Robin, too, as he starts thrusting faster, groaning with the effort. "Fuck," he curses.
Hearing him vocalizing his pleasure makes Regina release her own moan which she'd held back, "yes, Robin."
Their panting breaths mingle as they touch their foreheads together for a moment while sharing their pleasure.
Then, Regina lets go of Robin as she lowers herself down to lay back on the counter. This way she can move her hips with him better, and she starts meeting Robins every thrust.
He is slamming inside of her so hard now that she is glad for the hand he still has clenched firmly on her hip, or she would be sliding up the counter with the force.
Regina can feel her orgasm coming, desperate for it. She tilts her hip just a little more and, yes, that's it, he's thrusting into her g-spot now, again, again, again.
Her breaths come out shaky and all kinds of erotic little sounds leave her throat.
He keeps slamming into her, only heightening her pleasure. Regina tightens her leg around him, making sure he would not even think of stopping.
With a few rubs to her clit with her own fingers, Regina releases a guttural moan and comes. She comes, hard, seeing stars and and clenching around Robin's cock.
A few erratic thrusts later, Robin comes deep inside of her. Regina doesn't even think of telling him off for releasing inside of her without permission. She only moans as she feels his warm come inside of her, enjoying the sensation on top of the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
She lets her leg fall from Robin to lay limply off the counter as she tries to catch her breath. She feels Robin release her other leg, and after a few moments of quietly coming back down, he pulls out of her. She almost whines at the loss of contact but withholds herself.
"Well," she sighs as she sits up on her elbows to watch Robin as he leans halfway over her with his hands on the counter beside her hips. "That was one nice workout indeed."
Robin chuckles and agrees, "that it was, milady." He leans down to plant a kiss on her lips.
"Still want to have dinner? For real, now?" Regina suggests with a smile on her face, and Robin agrees.
They end up 'working out' regularly and become so familiar that Regina could just go over to Robin's place and get a private showing whenever she liked, but for old times' sake, Regina still grabs those binoculars in Henry's room every Thursday afternoon to get a little peek at the neighbor. Just like Robin never alters his workout schedule, knowing that those brown eyes are on him every week.
At one point, Regina may or may not even suggest that Robin find a pair of binoculars of his own for nights where she might forget to close her curtains while changing into her nightgown for the evening.
Who knew that binoculars could be sexy?