Rumor had it that Regina was impossible to deal with that day, that she walked into the studio in a foul mood and then kicked everyone out of her trailer. From Ursula, the makeup lady, to Tink, her assistant. According to gossip, she just walked in, hissed that she didn't want to see anybody and that was it. The two women had no other choice other than to comply, and because of that, the actress was now locked in, refusing to open the door to anyone who would come knocking.
Robin heard people whispering about it while he was in catering and to be honest, he didn't make much of it. It was not the first time Regina would come to work in full diva mode and if anything, he groaned at the realization that filming with her that evening could end up being a hassle.
On her good days, Regina simply ignored him, but when she came in cranky, her acrid mood was enough to make him feel like he could choke with it. She never said anything to him about it, let alone mention what happened between them three weeks ago, but the tension emanating out of her whenever he was near was almost palpable. At first, he assumed she was uncomfortable by the wild turn of events that took place while filming their infamous sex scene, but with time he came to understand that she simply didn't like him much. It showed in the way her eyes rolled with his presence and in how her lips would tip up in annoyance everytime they had to interact; so if she was already being difficult, he didn't want to imagine how she would act once she was face to face with him.
She was definitely going to be more irritable than ever, and when it came to the brunette, that only meant she was going to hate everything they filmed and then they would have to re-do their parts over and over again. Considering it was already six o'clock, it was probable they would finish shooting really late.
Now, looking at it through the bright side, that could end up being alright for Robin… he guessed, or at least it was something he could deal with. Despite the awkwardness growing between them, Regina had never been explicitly rude with him and he was going to take that as a win. In the worst case scenario, she just became meticulously picky about their scenes and that wasn't necessarily bad. No, the woman actually had a good eye for details and well, if her being moody allowed that creative part of her to come out, then the least they could all do was ride with her.
It was with that in mind, that the British actor went to his own trailer to get ready. Filming was scheduled to start at seven thirty, so that gave him some time to read the script and get in character. It was then, when he saw what they were supposed to do that night that he started to feel a bit nervous about what was to come.
This had never happened to him, as he saw himself as a professional before anything else. But… shit, they were supposed to do the bathtub scene that night and given how the previous sex scene they did together ended, this could actually get bad… like really, really bad.
What if things ended the same way? Or worse, what if Regina was cranky because she simply didn't want to do another explicit scene with him?
He had been trying not to think much about it, but there were times he wondered if it was his fault things got so out of hand between them. During those moments, he could easily see Regina blaming him for everything that happened, and everytime he thought of it like that, his stomach started to ache something awful. For all he knew, she could think he was a creep that took advantage of the situation and to be honest, that she could think that scared the hell out of him.
Maybe she was not annoyed with him… maybe she was disgusted. There were times he was so sure of it, that he felt excruciatingly guilty. When that happened, he would find himself at her door, ready to call in. But then he remembered that he tried it, and Regina apparently had no desire to talk to him, so with time, he started to let it go…
But now it was this and the doubts came hard at him.
When the time to film came and he was told the shooting could end up being canceled since Regina straight out refused to come out and do the scene, he felt like throwing up. It was crazy, but he couldn't help thinking that she was like that because of him. Sure, she was the one who basically pushed for things to happen under those sheets, but he stepped over the line by allowing things to go so far.
He should have known better than indulging in something that could end up costing him so much.
"Mary Margaret is with her right now trying to talk her into doing the scene, but between you and me, I doubt she will. She always gets her way, and since Ursula said she looked really upset-"
Not feeling like listening to anybody talk about what was happening, Robin decided that he was going to do something he should have done as soon as things happened: he was going to go straight to her and clear the air. She couldn't keep refusing him forever, and this was a good time as any other to address the elephant in the room.
That was how he ended up walking to her trailer. His resolution of talking to her set clearly in his mind. He was going to make it simple and straight to the point and yes, the fact that when he got there and was about to knock, he found out the door was actually open, facilitated that plan. Unfortunately, things didn't go that way, because as soon as he got near enough to get a clear view of what was going on inside, his mind started to spiral out of control.
He didn't mean to spy, but that was exactly what he ended up doing. He basically walked straight into a scene that was not meant for his eyes. It was something quick, as he immediately walked back, but the little time he spent by that door was enough for him to see Regina in her chair, visibly crying while Mary Margaret talked to her.
That was as far as he was able to see before he retreated, his mind speeding all over the place. Could it be that she was that level of upset with him? Could it be something else? He didn't know, but the image of the pretty brunette so upset shook him to his very core.
When Mary Margaret finally came out, Robin was on the verge of freaking out.
"What happened?" He asked, chewing the inside of his check as he set his eyes intently on the director.
The short haired woman sighed a little too dramatically to really suit her, giving Robin the impression that she was going to say anything but the truth. If she lied, it wouldn't surprise him, after all, if Regina was like that because of him, it wasn't like Mary was going to straight out tell him. She could fire him though, and if that was the case, he needed to know.
"Nothing happened, she's going to do the scene. I had to bend over backwards but yeah, she's in. Let's just get ready for this. I feel drained already and we haven't even started."
Letting out a deep breath of relief, Robin ran a hand down his face. He didn't want to jump ahead of himself, but if she agreed to work the scene, maybe whatever was going on with Regina had nothing to do with him. He was still curious though, because the woman he saw crying in that trailer looked really upset. "Alright, that's great, but is she okay?"
Looking away from him, Mary Margaret pursed her lips, her eyes set somewhere in the distance. "Hmm, yeah, she's perfect. She was just having a diva moment."
Right… for some reason, he was being lied to, and that was something that never settled well with him. He was the kind of bloke that liked things honest and to the point, so he ended up saying something he probably should have kept to himself. "No, she's not alright. I saw her crying."
"Oh, no… no, that's a big no." Mary Margaret said, her eyes going wide as she turned to him. "Don't you ever dare say that to anyone, let alone to her, or trust me, she's going to be pissed off. Now go and get ready, we're going to get you naked… well, almost… anyway, let's give Regina a moment to get ready and then we're back on track."
Once that was said, the woman quickened her steps and disappeared.
Not exactly sure about what was going on, Robin did as he was told. That was how an hour later, he ended up in yet another enclosed filming location. It was a bathroom, dimly lit, and with a bathtub filled almost to the top, the water covered in bubbles. There were some candles illuminating the room, and at least two camera men.
The ambience was obviously set to be romantic, and given the fact that he was only in his boxer briefs as Mary Margaret instructed him what she expected out of the scene, he was once again starting to get antsy.
By the time Regina finally walked in, wrapped in a black silky robe that covered her only to her mid thighs and looking immaculate as ever, he could feel his mouth getting dry.
"Alright, let's get this over with." The brunette actress said, her voice loud and clear. There was no trace in her face that she had been crying, or anything in her demeanor that hinted that barely one hour ago, she had been upset. She looked like the same Regina as always, and that woke up Robin's curiosity once again.
"Yes, let's do this. You know what to do guys, we'll start straight in the bathtub so hop in."
Without even sparing a glance his way, Regina started to unlace her robe, pulling it open to reveal she was only wearing a little nude panty that wasn't leaving much to the imagination. She was basically completely exposed to him, and that gave him the chance to really appreciate her…
Sure, in the last few weeks, the woman had been shooting a lot of pole dancing scenes and she did those wearing just a bit more than what she was wearing now, meaning that he had seen a lot of her in booty shorts that left half her ass hanging out of them, and those little bras that made her tits look was bigger that what they actually were. So in a way, it wasn't like this was new territory for him. But he didn't know, there was just something about the way she let that robe slid down to the floor that left him feeling out of his element.
He didn't know if it was because he was having a full view of her perky breast the way they were meant to be appreciated, bare, if it was because he was hit with the memory of how warm and wet she had been for him last time, or if it was simply because the woman was gorgeous in every single way. The thing was that for a few seconds, his mind was too compromised to react the gentleman way.
At the end, he snapped out of his trance and tried not to stare, so instead of just standing there watching as she finished, he turned around and grabbed one of the shot glasses Mary Margaret brought over in case anyone needed a small dose of liquid courage. He swallowed it in one gulp; then, before it could fully settle on his stomach, he was getting into the bathtub.
Regina followed him soon after, sitting between his legs with her back to him. That was the take Mary wanted to start with, but as soon as his costar rested against his chest, he could see how it was not going to work.
There wasn't enough water, and unless Regina slid a bit lower, which would look unnatural, her breasts were going to be completely exposed.
"I'll be damned." Mary Margaret groaned. "You know I don't want boobs in my movie so I don't know, do something."
It's not like I take them off, so just get more water, warm as this is ridiculously cold, or maybe even more bubbles." Regina hissed, her hands trying to gather enough foam to cover herself with them.
It didn't work, as Robin could clearly see most of her from his vantage point… her nipples standing out, the swell of her breast so tempting… but no, he was not going to go down that rabbit hole so looking away, he drew in a deep breath.
He couldn't let his mind wander, especially since they haven't even started filming yet.
"Try to slide down a bit lower, both of you."
"That's not going to look good." Robin said, taking a page out of Regina's book and putting his two cents on the subject. Unfortunately, he didn't have the same push his co-star had and Mary Margaret asked him to please bear with her for a moment.
When they slid down, it got worse. The tub wasn't large enough for him to have much room to move, and the water wasn't helping. It was not deep enough for that kind of take. The result had Regina almost laying over him, and not only did her breast end up being fully exposed, but now the lower part of her body was clearly visible as well.
This annoyed Regina, making her groan as they settled back to the position they were before. "Let's just use his hands and get this over with. I don't want to stay all night long in this freezing water." With that said, she reached for one of his hands and put it over her, his palm resting over her left tit, and his arm pressed against the left one. "See? Now take the damn shot."
As Mary Margaret started to give orders all around, Robin remained completely frozen on the spot. It was obvious that whatever had Regina upset was making her cranky as hell, and he didn't want to end up rubbing her the wrong way. One shady move, and the whole thing could blow up.
"Okay, so this is going to be quick. Regina, I need that scowl off your face, you are supposed to be enjoying this. Robin, you'll be kissing her neck and for the love of God, don't move your hand. When I get my shot, we'll turn things around. Now on my count-"
A second before the camera started rolling, Robin pressed his lips to Regina's neck, while his other hand came to rest over her thigh. She got in position as well, throwing her head back, eyes closed and her lips parted.
When they were given the cue, he started to drag his mouth down the column of her neck, nipping lightly and breathing into the alluring scent of her perfume. As instructed, he kept the hand that was covering her in place, trying for the life of him to not be distracted by the way he could feel the hard peak of her nipple brushing against his palm.
"That's good. Now, maybe move that other hand to her stomach. Let it slide down so we get the impression you want to reach between her legs. Don't do it though, I don't awkward in my set."
Funny, Robin thought, because he was feeling quite awkward. Still, he moved his hand to her stomach, his fingers running down the smooth skin, reaching down and down until he got to her navel. Once there, he inched closer to the edge of her panty and then changed course, grabbing her upper thigh and rubbing her a little.
He left things there though, he could feel all of Regina's muscles tensing against him and he didn't want to make things get weird. She could be feeling uncomfortable with this… she could be remembering their last episode and maybe she was afraid he would try something...
"Everything alright?" He whispered in her ear.
As a response, Regina hummed with what he thought was an affirmation, her body arching to his touch. That was where things stopped, as the director called for the scene to end.
"Perfect. Now let's turn this a little bit and make you two face each other. Yes or yes?"
Without saying a word, Regina turned around, maneuvering until she ended up straddling him. She didn't look at him though, and just settled on top of him while looking down at the water. "This is still too shallow."
Robin looked down too, and indeed, the water was even lower than before. "Foam is clearing up too."
"Is this a joke? I can't work this scene like this." Grumbling, the director reached for her phone and called for someone to come in and fill the bathtub again. They came quick enough, but the water coming out was a slow process.
"Great, just great ." Regina huffed, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe what was happening.
Sucking the inside of his cheek into his mouth and looking around to make sure there was nobody listening, Robin cleared his throat. Maybe this was the worst moment to do this, but it was also the best. There was nowhere Regina could go now, and that was the perfect opportunity so he could try and talk to her.
"Are you sure everything is alright here?" He pointed at them, his eyes searching for hers.
Regina arched an eyebrow, her jaw clenching and her eyes refusing to meet his. "Sure, as perfect as it can be."
Taking notice that her voice was dripping with sarcasm, Robin drew in a deep breath. "Listen, the last thing I want is for things to be awkward between us, so please, if I did something to make you feel uncomfortable, be it now or… you know, before, just let me know so it won't happen again."
Her lips twisted left and then right. "Everything is fine, so don't get your panties in a bunch, Locksley."
Despite the situation at hand, Robin scoffed. "It doesn't look fine to me. You , don't look fine."
This time, Regina looked at him, giving him the chance to stare deep into the liquid warm of her eyes. There was a dull sparkle there that reminded him of her tears earlier on and for some reason, he wished she could tell him what was wrong.
"I know you don't like me, and we're far from being friends, but maybe I can help?"
For a second, her brows knitted and she scoffed, looking down, but then she shrugged and looked back at him. "Really, it's not nothing. I just… my mind is a mess and I can't focus enough to do this scene. I can't get into my character's head and that is throwing me off a little."
A bit surprised that she told him that, Robin smiled in reassurance. He knew for a fact that Regina was a method actress and well, if she couldn't get into character, things on her end could end up being a bit of a pain in her arse. "You know what? Maybe I can help you with that. I know you like getting full into your character's mind, but you don't have to focus on everything than Roni is, but rather on what she is thinking at the moment.
"She is naked, in a bathtub with her equally naked coworker. I don't think she is doing a lot of thinking."
"Well.. yeah," Robin snorted, doing his best to ignore the parallels between him and Regina, and their characters' reality. "But you can focus on what she was thinking before she jumped into that bathtub with him."
"Are you okay there, kids?" Interrupting the conversation, Mary Margaret asked, walking to them to inspect the progress of the water. When they both said they were fine, she left, mumbling something about how the bubbles were not doing the work of hiding whatever was happening underwater.
"Do you do that, focus on what your character is thinking at the moment?" Regina's eyes dug deep into Robin's, her hands resting on his shoulders as she leaned a bit closer.
With the movement, her breasts ended up pressed full against his chest and the feeling of her like that, melting against him, sent a shiver down his pain. "Sure. It helps, sometimes."
"And what is Mike thinking right now?"
Knowing that this could turn dangerous but unable to help it, Robin placed his hand to the small of her back. He let it rest there, but his fingers definitely started to move, running in slow circles over her skin, moving up, then way down until her panty prevented him from going any further.
"Right now? I don't think he is doing much thinking either. Maybe he's still a bit awed by what's going on between him and Roni. I mean, he never thought they would end up going from coworkers to lovers, so he is still trying to process it."
Regina's fingers slid to the back of his neck, her hips moved a little against him. "He never thought it would happen? Why?"
Sucking in a breath and hoping he could control his body into not getting a boner out of the way her crotch found its way to his, Robin shrugged. "Maybe because the thought that Roni would be interested in him never crossed his mind. She was rather nasty with him before, calling him out, all grumpy with having to team up with him and well, this new turn of events took him by surprise."
"Did he want her though? Or was he just riding along when the opportunity presented itself?" Regina's eyes lowered to his lips, and in that moment, he was not sure who was asking, her or Roni. He didn't know how to answer either, because the line between himself and Mike was getting a little blurry.
"I'll just tell you this, he always thought she was stunning so there was this part of him that wondered how it would be to kiss her, and to touch her… then they went into this mission and he saw her dance in that pole with those little knickers on and his mind was blown."
"Did that turn him on? Watching her?"
Robin's mind was overtaken with images of Regina's body moving sensually to the rhythm of the music as she worked the pole, her thighs strong, her ass round and perfect in full display, and her face flushed with her efforts. It was all it took for his cock to stir full into life. "Yes, it did."
"Mmm." Regina only hummed, her eyes moving to his own and the heat between her legs grinding against his hardness.
"So!" Mary Margaret came back, this time, throwing what appeared to be a bomb bath into the tub. "This will apparently clear off before we're done with the scene so Robin, I am sorry to inform you that you have to lose your undies."
"Are you kidding me?" He groaned, almost freaking out with the news. He couldn't do that, not when he was hard already with the little that had happened there.
"I kid you not, but hey, it's not my fault you chose to wear undies so bright to this scene."
"They're black."
"Yup, and thus very visible if the bubbles clear. This wouldn't be happening if you came wearing a nude thong, like Regina so intelligently did, so stop complaining and peel everything off."
"Jesus…" Robin mumbled, lifting a little so he could start with the process of getting naked. Regina lifted from him a bit as well, giving him room to do what he needed to do.
"I thought you didn't want things to be awkward." Regina rolled her eyes.
"Yes, thank you." Robin blurted the words out, pulling the boxer briefs all the way off. Mary Margaret grabbed the piece of fabric and put it away.
"I said I didn't want them awkward, not that they were not going to be. That's why I brought the tequila shots."
Robin was going to reply, but when Regina settled against him again, he felt the unmistakable feeling of her bare sex pressing to his cock. The sensation made his face turn to her, his eyes full of questions. What was she doing?
Obviously, she pushed the crotch of her panty to the side, and with the way her legs were spread to accommodate herself over him, the result was that now, the length of his erection was nestled between her folds.
"Here, drink this. It will make time feel like it's flying." Handing both Robin and Regina something to drink and then swallowing a shot herself, Mary Margaret resumed her duties. The water was high enough to cover the actors, the foam was still working it's magic, so this was as good as it was going to be.
"What is going on down here?" Robin asked, his voice low as Regina downed her drink. He drank his as well, as he was sure as hell going to need it.
Putting the glass away, Regina's nose wrinkled. "Just getting in the mood. Roni had a hard day and now she wants to get fucked out of her mind. She's been thinking about this for some time, so she is definitely going to use the moment to decompress."
Robin's hands moved to her ass, squeezing her hard against him in a way that made his cock twitch. "Is that so?"
Nodding, she bit her lips, her fingers moving into his hair while her hips rotated against him. It made her sex slid over him, the feeling tantalizong, burning…
Then, with all the calm in the world, she eased herself onto him. The movement was meticulously planned, she lined herself in position, and then ever so slowly, she made him slide inside of her. He ended up buried to the hilt, his lower stomach tingling with his arousal.
"Is this what she needed? Mike's cock inside of her?" He hissed, the corner of his eyes making sure they were having this moment to themselves. It was crazy how nobody was picking up on their shenanigans, but he was going to use the chance to slowly move her against him. His hands still in her ass, pushing her and then pulling her back in.
Narrowing her eyes and moving her hips underwater, Regina nodded. She didn't say anything though, and Robin took that moment to push and pull her back in. He wasn't sure why he was letting this happen again, why he had his dick, hard and throbbing inside of her, bareback. It was wrong, but at the same time, she felt too good to let go.
"Alright so let's get going. We will start shooting, thank God, so everyone go and get in position. Kiddoes, this will wrap up quickly. I want to see some hot kissing, and a bit of Robin's hand moving down Regina's back. Remember you are supposed to be having sex so don't get shy. I want it all for this one. Well, not all like all , but you know…"
Robin snorted, shaking his head because really, they were already giving it all.
"So in 3… 2…"
Before Mary Margaret got to one, Regina leaned closer to Robin, and with her hands running into his hair, her mouth sought his to kiss. She did it the same way they had done in earlier scenes, her lips over his, giving a series of soft kisses, and then her mouth opening in a way that was meant to simulate they were kissing deep.
They weren't. Yes, his cock was inside of her and one of his fingers was tracing her thong as it disappeared between her asscheeks, but apparently, kissing was where she wanted to draw the line. Above the water, things were kept professional, but underneath, it was a different story. She was sensually moving against him, making his cock slide almost out, and then back in, out, and then back in, and to be honest, it was all a little too much.
"That's beautiful. Now Robin, touch her like you can't get enough of her. Grab her hair, run your fingers down her back, make it look like you are grabbing her ass. Regina, arch against him, kiss his neck and chest…
Pulling away from the kiss, Regina buried her face into the crook of his neck. Once there, she pressed her lips to his pulse point. "You're a freak, Mary Margaret. I need you to know that."
"Maybe I am, because this looks hot as hell. Uff."
Trying not to get distracted, Robin moved his hands as instructed. He buried them into the silky strands of her hair, he ran the tip of his fingers down and up her back while she started to suck and drag her tongue over his neck, and then he submerged his hands underwater and grabbed her ass.
He took a nice handful of her flesh, hard, pulling her against him, his hips moving with hers as he thrusted deep into her. She did her part too, grinding against him in a way that was making his breathing come out in short gasps.
"Now that's the spirit. I think a bit more kissing to wrap it up would be chef's kiss. Then, I promise you won't have to get naked with me anymore."
Robin swallowed on dry. He was trying to keep his composure, but the truth was that it was hard. He felt like he was about to burst, his insides burning and his hips slamming into her. What could he say? Regina felt too damn good, and his cock wanted to fuck her until he could cum. If they kept it up like this, it could end up happening, and that was a huge no in his book.
That was why he ceased all movement. Regina, however, kept going.
"Slow it down." He whispered against her mouth when she was about to kiss him once again.
His words prompted her to move her lips to his ear instead, and biting into his earlobe, she hummed. "No, I want to come, and I'm so close, Robin."
The way she whispered his name and not Mike's, made Robin lose it for a moment. He shouldn't have done it, he came to understand that later on. But in that moment, the thought of making Regina Mills cum on his cock and then have it on a mainstream movie for him to watch over and over again, clouded his mind.
He grabbed her harder this time, letting her move against him while her mouth finally made it to his. When her inner walls clenched around him and she moaned softly into the kiss, he almost came himself. He was able to hold it though, even with the feeling of her letting go completely, her body melting against him and her tongue sneaking into his mouth to make it swirl around his.
It was probably one of the hardest things he had done while filming, to impose this level of autocontrol when his cock was aching to shoot deep into her. He kissed her deep though, not even being careful enough to make sure the scene wasn't going to show some tongue action.
When Mary Margaret finally called for the scene to end, Robin was both relieved and frustrated. His cock was impossible hard, deep into Regina's spasming sex, and his tongue carelessly moving over hers. He pulled away, yes, but the tension of his body was almost painful.
"And this is how we wrap up what's going to be the hottest scene we'll see in theaters this summer. You guys nailed it, really, amazing job."
Regina rolled her eyes in what appeared to be annoyance, but the flush in her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes let Robin know she wasn't completely unaffected by what happened. The fact that she was still to pull away from his hard cock, said a lot too. "You mean to say you got to film one of your kinks, M?"
"Trust me, after this movie comes out, it's going to the kink of a lot of people. You guys want a towel?"
"Please."
Humming, Regina nodded, finally pulling off of him. "Do you mind turning around, all of you?"
"Oh, yeah, sure." Mary Margaret turned, walking a bit away. The camera men left.
Since there was nobody looking but Regina, Robin took that moment to hurry to his feet to cover himself. The brunette watched, her eyes roaming down to his still hard cock before moving up to his eyes. She was already wrapped with her own towel, so he didn't have the chance to look at her the same way she was looking at him.
"Come to my trailer, maybe I'll help you with that. Make sure you bring something to drink." With that said, the brown-eyed woman got out of the tub and walked away.
For several seconds, he remained in place, trying to process the information. But then, it hit him. If Regina was inviting him to her trailer and wanted him to bring some alcohol, it was definitely because she wanted to continue with their evening, this time one on one.
He wanted that too, so fucking bad, so without thinking it twice, he walked to his trailer to find a good bottle of whiskey he had over there. He got dressed as well, because it would just look weird if people saw him walking into her trailer in nothing but a towel.
When he was done and already on his way, he ran into a few of their filming crew sitting around. They were talking about Regina, per usual, so at first he tried to ignore them. But then, one of them said something that caught his attention and he just had to linger and listen.
"No wonder why she was so upset, I mean did you read what TMZ put today? That asshole wants to take her kid from her. I've been calling it, her biggest mistake in this life was marrying that guy. He's a leech, and he won't sign the divorce papers until he can take her to the cleaners. "
"Well I am on his side when it comes to this. Why have a kid if you are going to toss him around all the time? That boy probably doesn't even get to spend time with her, so if this dude is willing to take care of him, why stop him?"
"Because he is not the father. He is doing this for the money, or to fuck her up."
"Neither is she the mother, isn't the boy adopted?"
Running the tip of his tongue over the edge of his teeth, Robin frowned. After listening to that, he kept walking, but at that point, his mind was all over the place.
Regina was married?
"Fuck." He hissed because how didn't he know this? He wouldn't have done half the things he did to her if he knew of this husband. Now there he was, in a spot he didn't want to be.
He didn't do married women… it wasn't his style, and even if he had been unaware of her marital status when he fucked her while filming their movie, this was still irking him.
Why did she let this happen? How could she invite him to her trailer, when she was with someone else? Sure, if he was going to let himself fully believe what the crew personnel was saying, she was about to divorce. But what if she was not? What if she just used him to get over her problems with her husband?
And shit, he fucked her without a damn condom on!
Feeling like turning around and drinking the bottle of whiskey alone, Robin ran a hand down his face. By all means, he should just forget about Regina and keep on with his life. But he couldn't, as now more than ever, he felt like they needed to talk.
It was with this in mind that he knocked on her door. She answered quick enough, her small frame covered in her blaack silky robe and her eyebrow arching. "Well hello."
"You're married." He said, right off the bat, his shoulder resting to the doorframe and his fingers wrapped around the bottle of liquor.
To her credit, Regina didn't even flinch. She actually stood a little taller, her chin lifting. "I am. For the time being. Are you going to come in or not?"
Licking his lips, Robin hissed. Part of him wanted to go in and ask her to tell him about her problems with this guy and her kid. Then they could drink his whiskey and make love until it was really late and they had no choice but to stay there. But he couldn't, he was a guy of principle after all and this was something he didn't do. "I don't do married women, so I'm going to pass."
The corner of her lips twitched, her eyes hardened a little. "Well, that's a shame."
Robin scoffed, his hand lifting to his neck to scratch as hard as he could. It was the same spot she kissed back during their scene, and remembering made his resolution shake a little. He didn't let it though and took a step back instead, far from her, because fuck, if she kept looking at him that way, he was going to send everything to hell and go in. "Yes, it is."
He took another step, this time turning around. When he began to walk away, he heard the sound of her door clicking shut, and for some reason, the sound made him feel his stomach drop.
Still, as heavy as his legs felt, he walked away without looking back...