He was going to fuck Regina Mills.

He didn't know how he was going to get her out of there, where he was going to take her, or even when it was going to happen, but if there was something he was sure of, it was that before the night ended, he was going to be balls deep inside of her.

Now, to be completely honest, Robin had to admit that he didn't come to the premier of their movie with his mind so deep into the gutter. Sure, he knew there was a talk pending and that said conversation could end up with them in a very compromising situation, but there had been no master plan to deliberately take her to bed.

If it happened it happened and he was not going to fight it, but he didn't set foot on that red carpet with the intention of pushing for it.

Did he want it? Yes! After all of what happened between them, a lot had been left to be desired and why lie? He needed a conclusion to everything they started. He was only human… a man, and no person with a little blood running through their veins could be satisfied with just a little taste of Regina Mills without wanting more. The little tease had left him with a nasty case of blue balls, twice, and he needed to make up for that.

So yes, he wanted everything to happen between them. He wanted to take her somewhere where it was just the two of them so he could do her properly, but the main goal and the purpose of the meeting he wanted to hold with her, was basically just to talk. There were a few things he wanted to clarify with her before they could move to something more intimate, and he had meant to stick to his guns.

He was a bit old fashioned when it came to these matters, and in his mind, before doing all he wanted to do to her, a talk was very much needed. He wanted to know why and how, after acting all indifferent with him during the filming of the movie, she ended up pretty much screwing him on camera.

His mind had been set on digging a little deeper into her motives. But then, he saw her arrive and as soon as her heels touched the pavement as she climbed off her limo, his plans of keeping things chaste until they could talk went straight to hell. His mind simply auto combusted, and from then on, his intentions were greatly compromised.

What could she say? She looked absolutely stunning. From her hair, up in some sort of hairdo that allowed the length of her neck to be on display, going on with the way her dress adjusted to her curves, her back completely exposed and a lift to her tits that left him breathless, and finishing with how her eyes shone with a sultry glint wherever she looked.

When she looked at him like that, over her bare shoulder, he knew he was done for.

One glance was all it took for his insides to tingle. That's when his tune changed, because really, who cared about the talk when all he could think was how good it would feel to take her dress off and fuck her until she was a trembling mess in his arms?

Not him, apparently…

"Robin… Robin, to the right!" taken out of his trance by a chorus of voices trying to get his attention, the British actor turned to his side, giving the photographers the chance to take even more pictures of him. When he thought they were done, he turned to the other side before moving along.

He had been doing this for the last twenty minutes or so, drowning in a frenzy of flashes and screaming fans, of people telling him to turn this way and then another and obviously, of being bombarded with all kinds of questions. What was his favorite scene to film? How did he feel jumping ships and working in Hollywood after making his career in Europe? How was it to work with Regina Mills?

He answered as many questions as he could, he signed autographs until his wrist ached, and he also did a few interviews before posing with Mary Margaret and other actors. But now that Regina arrived, the craziness of it all took a turn and like vultures, almost everyone ran to her.

It was wild because yes, he knew she was a big star and there was nothing Holywood loved more than its big celebrities, but he had never experienced something quite like that first hand. He had done a lot of movie premiers, but nothing of this magnitude and definitely not with as many screaming fans.

It was exciting to be a part of it, and adding to that the sudden heat expanding up his chest after seeing Regina finally arrive was making him feel a little lightheaded.

Regina didn't seem the least affected. She moved with ease, working the photographers and the multitude gathered there at will. The camera loved her, and apparently, she loved it back.

She just… fuck, she looked ethereal standing there, her chin tilted up, the corner of her lips curling a little, and her posture full of elegance and glamour. The effect of the flashes on her just added the perfect touch to the moment and he wondered how it would look if he simply walked to her and kissed her. Would she let him? Would the public go wild?

There was no way to know, because as those questions formulated in his head, she began to move and part of the magic was broken.

He still kept looking out of the corner of his eye, taking notice that the first person the famous actress encountered in her way was the movie director, Mary Margaret. From his place in the middle of a few reporters that wanted to know how it felt to be considered one Hollywood's next big names, he watched them, from the way the greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek, to the way they talked among themselves and then with some reporters, letting everyone take picture after picture.

Robin replied to the questions thrown at him, he laughed when it was needed, and he let his carefree nature come out, but inside he was on edge. He knew how these events worked, and as Regina kept moving along the red carpet, he knew she was getting closer and closer to him. Once she did, the photographers and the reporters were going to want them to pose together, the same way they would want to interview them.

He could already listen to them screaming for it, asking him if he knew that Regina Mills was already there.

Of course he knew… he wanted to say, but he didn't have to, because exactly as he predicted, Regina finally got to him and shit, everyone was looking.

What happened next happened in a blur, because almost as if they were longtime friends, Regina smiled and walked to him, pressing her cheek to his in what was supposed to be a greeting. He did his part, smiling his best smile and mumbling a 'hey' that was fortunately drowned in the now deafening yells of the crowd.

Not missing a beat, the pretty brunette pressed to his side and just like that, the picture extravaganza began.

Placing a hand to her lower back, Robin ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of his teeth, holding the urge of turning to the woman by his side to tell her how good she smelled, because dear God, she smelled so good it should be illegal. She felt even better, the skin of her back underneath his fingers smooth and inviting.

"Did you miss me?" she asked, her voice a purr that could have been so easily missed in the tumult surrounding them.

Only that it wasn't, and as soon as he heard the words, he had to chuckle. He wasn't going to respond to the question though, not when it would be a little pathetic if he confessed that even when he wouldn't call it missing her, that he had thought a lot about her. Instead, he opted for what he believed was a safe reply, one that would let him test the waters: "You look good, Mills."

Her face turned up and she looked at him over her long eyelashes. "Just good?"

Reciprocating the stare, Robin puffed out a breath. She apparently came in a really good mood so feeling dragged by the current, he leaned down so he could whisper in her ear, "Stunning. Seeing you look like this makes me look forward for later on."

"Hmm, later on? What's happening later on?" she asked, her smile on point as the cameras kept flashing over them.

Biting the corner of his lip and turning to the side so that another group of photographers could get their shot, Robin dragged his hand a bit further up, making the actress move with him. "Don't you know? I'm going to fuck you tonight."

If his words threw her off, she didn't show it. She remained pretty much unnerved, her chin an inch too high and her lips in a perfect smile meant to the public. But then, arching an eyebrow, she looked back at him.

"Good. I was hoping you would."

Robin sucked in a breath, but before he could respond, Mary Margaret had the great idea of photo-bombing them. Soon after that, the reporters were on them asking their question and they had to oblige.

When the time came for them to go inside the theater, he walked in with Mary Margaret by his arm. Regina remained a while longer outside, taking a few more pictures.

"Is there something I should know about you and Regina?" the director asked casually. It made Robin feel like choking.

"What do you mean with something?"

"Oh, I don't know, I mean… like anything?"

Chuckling, Robin frowned, using his acting skills to play dumb. "I'm afraid you need to be more specific."

Without halting, the two of them kept moving forward, heading to where they were supposed to be seated. "So okay, when I was making the last edits to one of your scenes, I saw something-"

Well shit, and fuck, and damn everything to hell…

"Now I know Regina and I know how careful she is with how she portrays herself in all of her movies, so this struck me as shocking. I cut it… I didn't put that little slip but you know, it made me wonder-"

"Alright so what is it that you claim to have seen?" Robin asked, being careful of both his tone and what he said.

"I saw a tongue, in the bathtub scene you freaks kissed with tongue," Mary Margaret whispered.

Holding the need of laughing out loud in relief, Robin shook his head, his free hand lifting up so he would scratch underneath his jaw.

"Like I said, I know Regina better than anyone in this place, and yes, sometimes she gets too carried away with her characters, but kissing like that is not something she does. So come on and spill it, I want details."

Not wanting his and Regina's dirty little secret to come out, Robin shrugged. "There's nothing to tell. It was a slip, like you said. Sometimes it happens."

"Not with Regina."

"Well, I don't know about that, but come on... you know she hates me so there's nothing to dig here. Sorry to disappoint."

Groaning, Mary Margaret rolled her eyes. "And here I was hoping. Because just so you know, you guys are hot together. Even without the tongue thing, that scene made me feel like taking a hot shower."

Yes, he felt the same way…

But he wasn't going to say it, so hissing, Robin just let his hand drop back to his side. "That's… probably too much information."

"Yeah, well then you shouldn't have tongue kissed in my set, while naked. Oh, and by the way? don't be silly, Regina doesn't hate you," with that said, the woman disentangled herself from his arm and just like that, she disappeared into the crowd inside the theater.

For a couple of seconds, Robin watched her move, shaking his head and feeling like kicking his own arse. He was lucky the only thing the woman saw was a tongue and not his cock buried to the hilt inside his co-star…

Not like there was much to do about it now, so meaning to let the awkward conversation slip from his mind, Robin let himself be guided to his seat. Once where he was supposed to be, and just when the movie was about to start, Regina made her grand entrance, being escorted straight towards the designated seat by his side.

After she sat, she didn't say a word and neither did he, but when the lights turned off, he felt her lean a bit towards him. He did the same, their knees bumping and the scent of her perfume hitting his nose making him feel unusually giddy.

He didn't know what she was doing to him or why he was feeling like this, but he was itching to touch her, to bury his face into the crook of her neck and kiss his way up to her lips. He wanted to put his hand to good use too… because if there was something he was sure, it was that his fingers were eagerly anticipating the moment they could slide down her cleavage and touch her tits like he had been unable to do before...

He didn't do any of that though, he couldn't… oh, but he was going to… hopefully, very soon, and he was going to milk the opportunity for all it was worth it. After all, given the elusive nature of the woman, he had the distinct feeling that she was taking this as a one time thing, so he needed to make it count…

All of that was for later though, now, it was time for the movie. When it finally started, there was not much to do other than watching it. The theater was full, so it wasn't like he could touch her the way he wanted. It was okay with him, because what the professional part of him wanted was to watch his first mainstream film in the USA in peace.

At first, it was all good, he was focused… but when the part where Regina's character started working the stripper's pole, wearing nothing but lacy knickers and a bra thingy that didn't leave much to the imagination, his mind started rolling straight into the gutter, again!

He couldn't help it, the same way he couldn't stop himself from being amazed with the fact that when they filmed that scene, he had been completely unaware than not only was he going to grab that ass and squeeze it in his palms, but also that he was going to end up going full monty on her.

It was crazy… the whole thing was.

Moving his face to the side, Robin allowed his eyes to look at Regina. It was dark, but he could still see the way she was entranced watching the big screen. It was hypnotizing, and as hot as she looked dancing on that pole, he couldn't just look away from her face.

"You're staring," she said after a while, making Robin chuckle. Still, his eyes remained on her.

After her words came out, he moved closer, making sure that what he said would remain between the two of them. "I know, but maybe it's because I like what I see."

Regina licked her lips, sending his way a quick glance that made all his senses stand on alert. "Then watch this part, it's about to get good."

Robin knew her words to be a fact. In the movie, his character was going to finally go after hers after he watched her perform that number, meaning that their first bedroom scene was about to come up.

When it did, he just had to look.

In his mind, it happened both too fast and in slow motion, so even though he couldn't get as many details as he would like, there were a few parts that definitely caught his attention: his hands grabbing her ass, Regina ripping his shirt open, and yes, the heat in her eyes as he rocked himself over her, probably fucking her already. By the time he watched her face as he went down on her, his entire groin felt like it was burning.

"You know what?" When the scene ended, he moved even closer, his lips almost brushing against her ear. He was feeling bold, his libido getting the best of him. "I'm going to buy this movie and watch that part on repeat. That look in your face when you have my cock in you is too good to let go."

Regina hummed, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. For a second, Robin was sure she was going to call him out for the indecent comment, but what she did was ask a simple question… one that opened the pandora's box.

"Have you thought about it, about what happened there?"

Robin snorted, looking around to make sure there was nobody close by who could listen. When the coast was clear, his face moved towards hers. "Yeah… more than what I should-"

Regina lifted her face to his ear. "And do you get hard when you do? Do you touch yourself?"

Shit, he thought, not knowing how to explain that not only had he wanked to the thought of her, but that the only time he had been with another woman after that happened, he got off thinking of her… wishing it was her…

"I have. How about you? Have you touched yourself thinking of me?"

Her eyebrow arched and her lips twisted into a smirk. "Yes. Once or twice… maybe more."

"Shit, Regina," he hissed, the visuals she just provided sneaking into his mind and encrusting themselves into his psyche.

"I want to see you doing it, you know... jerking off."

"Really?" he asked, not exactly sure if he was more amused than excited by her words.

"Mhm, maybe you can do it for me later on. I could even give you a hand. Right now would be a good time, you're hard, aren't you?"

He was, and the sultry tone she was using to whisper in his ear was not helping his predicament.

"I don't know, why don't you find out?"

Shifting a little in her seat, Regina's face turned towards the screen. However, her fingers moved in his direction, sliding over his thigh and then sneaking straight towards the bulge trapped inside his pants.

Her touch was electric, it made him bite down a moan. Not like she lingered much, because after one and then two strokes, her hand retreated back to her lap.

"Hmm." Licking her lips, she went back to watching the movie.

Robin was left feeling a little unrested, and as much as he tried to, he couldn't focus back in the movie. Looking at Regina was more interesting, especially when her little smirk was telling him that she was very much aware of his eyes on her.

The little tease liked the attention and well, as it turned out, he liked looking at her.

"Are you aware that all these people are about to watch you cum in my cock?" he asked when the bathtub scene started to unfold. "That even if they don't know it, they are going to watch me fucking you again?"

Pushing against the back of her seat, Regina looked at him. In the darkness, her eyes looked almost black, but there was no way not to notice the sparkle in them. "Kinky, huh?"

"You like that kind of shit?"

"Of having people watch me getting fucked? Not really, but I think I'm liking this thing of watching you fuck me. It looks hot… you look hot. Now I want to know how it looks without all that water in the way. I want to see you slamming your cock inside of me, and I want to feel it."

Having a hard time associating this Regina with the one that wouldn't even talk to him on set, Robin turned a bit more towards her. He liked it, but at the same time, he was starting to feel afraid of having her riling him up just to let him hanging, that she was going this hard on him only because she knew they were probably not going to see each other again.

"You know, that mouth of yours is going to get you in a lot of trouble."

The brunette lifted one of her shoulders, her nose wrinkling and her eyes taking a peek at the big screen. "If it's good trouble then I'm all up for it," after saying that, she pointed at the movie.

Turning his gaze forward, Robin caught up with the montage that made the cut for their second intimate scene. It came out good, showing enough without making it tacky. The best part? It showed a glimpse of what he knew was Regina coming on him.

If it wasn't because his cock was hard already, this would have been the moment for his body to betray him.

"Was that good? Did you like it?"

Keeping her eyes forward, Regina bit her bottom lip. "I did, a lot."

Robin let his eyes move down her face, running down the column of her neck and resting on the swell of her tits. "I ended up with blue balls."

As if sensing his eyes on her chest, Regina moved her hand up, her manicured fingers casually travelling between the valley of her breast and then scratching delicately up her neck. "Because you wanted to. You could have cum in that bathtub with me or better yet, you should have made it into my trailer when I asked you to. Instead, you decided to be all high and mighty and turn me down. I would have let you do everything to me that night, Robin."

Her words made him suck in a breath, but because the reasons he turned her down that night was something he wanted to discuss when they were alone and not in that room full of people, he decided to only address part of what she said.

"Cum with you in that bathtub? Should I have called the scene to be cut short so I could cum in peace? Or was I supposed to finish inside of you?"

Regina rested her hand over his lap, her fingers curling and moving to his inner thigh. "Inside of me. Now that would have been interesting."

Unable to help it, Robin chuckled. "Inside of you? You would have let me do that?"

Her hand moved closer to his groin, getting near to his erection and then retreating. "That night? definitely. Tonight? probably… you never know."

Rubbing his temples as he once again looked around to spot any unwanted witness, Robin swallowed on dry. There was no one, as people seemed to be too engrossed in the action taking place in the movie. He took the opportunity to reach for Regina's hand, pressing over it and making it move over his cock.

She humored him, this time letting her fingers grab whatever she could over the fabric of his pants. She squeezed him, letting her hand slide slide along his length.

"You're killing me here, Regina… really."

Letting go of his cock, the famous actress looked at him. "Well, if you can hold until the after party, I can make it worth your while. But first, let's finish watching this movie."

Taking in a deep breath, Robin's eyes rolled to the ceiling. In that moment, he became aware that this was going to be a long, long night, and that to survive it, he needed to get a hold of himself. It was too early, and the last thing he needed was to be walking around with a boner sticking up from underneath his pants.

But it was alright, he was going to wait, and then, Regina Mills was going to know how it was to be fucked good…

TBC