Hi! This is my third entry for OQMonth 2021. It's not as elaborate or good as I was going for but I haven't been able to get into writing so I'm happy to have this written at least. TW at the end of the story.
"Are you ready for me?" he asks, voice thick with arousal as he lines up to her opening, blue eyes locking with hers from his position leaning over her.
She's not. She doesn't know why, but it's harder for her to get there than usual. A few of his well-placed touches normally have her quaking and thoroughly wet by now. Right now, she's sure it'll hurt at least a little when he enters her. Not wanting to disappoint him, though, she bites her lip and says nothing.
But he must see the hesitation on her face and he frowns.
He's not mad, is he?
The second she thinks it, she mentally kicks herself. Of course, Robin is not mad. He never is when it comes to stuff like this.
Her point is proven when he, leaning on one arm that's resting beside her body now, moves his other hand between their bodies and drags his fingers through her folds. Then, he carefully tries to slide one of those thick digits inside of her but is met with resistance from her still almost completely dry sex. "You're not," he concludes, not a hint of disappointment to be detected in his voice. Bless Robin and his patience.
Before Regina even gets the chance to bring in a word counterwise (or affirmative), Robin slides down the bed and starts a trail of wet kisses up her inner thighs, alternating sides as he moves higher and higher. It feels good. The anticipation of where he is going with these kisses have Regina looking down to see his head between her thighs. It is quite the sight. Just before he reaches her sex, he lifts his head and locks eyes with her. "Do you want me to continue?"
She thinks about it for maybe five seconds and then nods her head. His attention does feel nice. And if she can just focus on him and get her body to where it needs to be, she knows he's going to make her feel so good.
At her affirmation, Robin keeps going. He nips and sucks at the crux of her thighs, teasing her in a way that he knows she loves. When he finally decides to get to the point he moves a little higher to lift her hood and gently suck at her clit.
As he does, Regina can feel that this is going to work for her. He hadn't directly touched her there yet this evening. They'd grinded and basically dry humped each other and he'd rubbed her through her jeans, but the skin on skin contact is what does it, and it makes tingles of pleasure begin to shoot right through her, originating from her core.
Thank God. Robin has quite the sexual appetite and she does too, normally. For a moment she'd feared that something (like menopauze, she didn't even want to think about it) had kicked in and that she'd be wanting Robin less. But it was just a fluke, probably.
Robin keeps it up, alternating between sucking and licking at her sex, meanwhile rubbing the inside of her left thigh up and down quite sensually. He feels a little foolish for not picking up on the signals that their small amount of foreplay wasn't working for Regina tonight and he wants to make it up to her, make her feel so good that she'll forget she ever wasn't in the mood.
He licks her from her lower lips all the way up to her clit a handful of times, moistening her up in the process before moving up the bed a little to come to face with Regina's chest. While he starts kissing down her chest, starting in the middle and then moving to her right breast, he uses one of his hands to keep up the stimulation on her clit which he'd been providing with his tongue.
It all feels very nice. Regina moans as his fingers switch from rubbing her clit to rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, feeling herself starting to get wet. When he suckles on her nipple and then licks the flat of his tongue over it she arches her back and moves one of her hands to the back of his head to keep him there.
A few dutifully spent minutes like this, switching between her breasts and alternating his attentions to her clit have Regina feeling like she's ready for more. No, she doesn't feel like it. She needs it. From her inability to get aroused earlier seems to be nothing left, her body apparently only needing some actual foreplay while normally getting excited enough by only the thought of him inside of her.
"Inside," she says, a little breathless and a lot commanding, "fingers, tongue, whichever."
She's not quite ready for his cock but that doesn't mean she can't enjoy some part of him inside of her.
He does as she asks, opting for carefully sliding one finger through her folds, feeling the wetness that has started to gather there and thrusting it inside of her slowly. His mouth leaves her tits as he leaves a few kisses up her chest, neck and chin before capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. As he eases his finger further in and then out of her, repeating the motion again and again, he does the same with his tongue in her mouth. The hand of the arm on which he's resting on his elbow beside her body moves to palm her breast and roll her nipple, stimulating her in multiple places now.
Regina kisses back just as eagerly as she gets and wraps one of her legs around Robin's hip, the other falling outward, spreading her for him nicely. She moves her hips up to meet his every thrust, trying to get him deeper and to just the right spot that'll make her see stars.
Sensing her enthusiasm, Robin makes his strokes a little harder as he curls his finger just so, adding a second digit and breaking their kiss to see her reaction to it. When Regina's face shows only pleasure he is reassured and continues his movements inside of her and resumes their kiss.
On a particularly good stroke Regina encourages Robin, breathing into his mouth how good it feels. "I want you inside of me," she adds.
As to prove the point that he already is, Robin thrusts his fingers just that little harder.
Regina reaches down, though, and takes his member into her hand, stroking him up and down before saying "I meant this."
Robin, who's been hard and ready for her for a while now, relishes in the contact of her hand on his sensitive skin. He'd like nothing more than to sink deep into Regina's wet heat right now. Not yet, though. He wants to make sure she's more than ready to take him this time 'round.
He kisses her just to shut her up and doubles down on his efforts. His thumb moves to Regina's clit to rub smooth circles while he keeps his fingers deep inside of her, giving her shallow thrusts as he tries to find her g-spot. When he does, he is rewarded by a loud gasp and a tighter squeeze where Regina still encircles his hard length with her hand.
"That's it," he encourages as he keeps thumping into that spot, leaning down to kiss her neck as Regina's too preoccupied to kiss him back properly. He can feel her begin to tighten around him, on the verge of orgasm. Her hand retreats from his sex in favor of gripping the bedsheets as she lets out these hot litte sounds while Robin speeds his pace slightly, beginning to feel an ache in his wrist from the movement. He's not stopping, though.
"Like that!" Regina gasps when Robin changes the movement of his thumb on her clit and when he keeps it up for another minute, Regina comes. Muffling her moans into the pillow as she turns her head to the side, she orgasms on Robin's fingers, the tightening he feels on his digits making his own desire shoot upwards even more.
Robin slows his movements to help bring her down and eventually pulls his fingers from her entirely, flexing his wrist a few times as he brings it up to taste her on his skin. She's absolutely delicious, as always.
Then he feels her hand on the back of his head guiding his face to hers, and she kisses him, no doubt tasting herself on his tongue in the process. The fact that Regina probably did that on purpose has Robin groaning and rolling them over, landing on his back with Regina sprawled on top of him, not without a yelp of surprise from her at the sudden movement.
Still slightly panting from her orgasm, Regina shifts her knees beneath her on either side of Robin's body so that she is straddling him and sits up a little, just so that she is not laying down on him entirely. Then she begins grinding her hips back and forth, first coating Robin's lower stomach with her wet sex and then seeking out his cock so she can rub it up and down through her folds, getting friction and maybe the beginning of a sensory overload on her well-stimulated clit.
Now that she's finally ready for him, high on pleasure and wanting more already, Regina is not wasting any more time. While Robin's hands are on her thighs, smoothing up and down as he lets her set the pace for what's about to happen, Regina seeks out his length and guids it to her opening, sliding down on it in one wet and slippery motion.
Fuck, does that feel good.
Robin jerks underneath her, not being able to control himself now that he's finally inside of her after being hard for her for forever.
She immediately starts riding him, not giving him or herself any time to adjust to the heavenly feeling of being joined in the most intimate way possible. Regina grabs the headboard above Robin's head to steady herself and sets a fast pace, sliding him in and out of her almost halfway each time so that he hits her hard on each downward stroke of her hips.
Regina's face is set in pleasure, her brow furrowed and lips parted as she breathes harshly. Her tits are bouncing with her rough movements, in perfect view for Robin, and the sight of all that combined with her tight sex moving and clenching on him have him moving with her so that he can fuck her harder. His hands move to the backs of her thighs just below her ass, gripping and pulling her tighter on him with each stroke.
The sounds that leave her lips are, not unlike the sound of their skin meeting thrust after thrust, sinful. When a slight change in her position have him hitting that spot inside of her again, again and again, she starts making these little ah-ah-ah's every time he slams inside of her.
"Yes, Regina, fuck! Take what you need," Robin starts babbling, close to coming and hoping she's almost there too. This woman will be the death of him, but not before he makes her come hard on his cock and not before he in turn comes deep inside of her.
"Close!" Regina moans as she keeps up her movements, increasing in speed slightly. When, on the next thrust, he slams his hips up just that little harder, Regina comes apart for the second time that evening. With a cry of pleasure, her inner muscles spasm on Robin's cock as she loses her rhythm, but Robin pics up the slack. He keeps hitting her hard, only increasing her orgasm and she comes and comes, extacy the only thing she feels.
A few thrusts later, Robin groans as he slams into her one last time and releases into her. Regina moans as she feels his warm come inside of her, seeping out of her, and she lays down on Robin's chest with him still inside of her, both enjoying the aftershocks of pleasure.
That night had been nothing particularly special.
Amazing, filled with mind-blowing orgasms, yes. But Regina and Robin have a healthy sexual drive and nights spent just like that are not uncommon and therefore, nothing special.
But it has unleashed something inside of Regina that she can't seem to control anymore. And it's not something positive.
Because over the next few days. Regina is plagued with thoughts of her marriage to Leopold, and of his treatment of her. Especially in the bedroom. He had always been so very different than the man she is currently with.
Leopold had never stopped when she wasn't ready for him, which she almost never was. He hadn't checked to make sure she wanted him, and he sure as hell had never asked her if what he was doing felt good for her.
He had taken what he wanted, disregarding Regina's thoughts and feelings altogether.
There is this one time, especially, that keeps plaguing Regina's mind. It is the one time she'd voiced her opinion and told him she didn't want to have sex with him that night.
In all her years of marriage to the man, she'd only told him that, that one time. Even though she'd felt like that every other time as well. Regina has always believed that her duty as Leopold's wife was to do whatever he wished, their bedroom activities being no exception. Whenever he'd wanted to have sex with her and she wholly did not want to, she never even thought that it was an option to say no to him. And it hadn't been.
For all intents and purposes, Regina had been Leopold's. Leopold's property, if you will. Up until the moment she'd had him killed, she'd had no choice but to obey his every command. Regina has reflected on that before, has never shied away from thoughts of that time period entering her mind, because it is simply a part of her life. One of the building bricks that has made her into the person she is today. She's never thought that anything was ever fundamentally wrong with her time being married to the King; it was simply the way things were.
But now, she remembers that one time she did tell him no. She had truly, honestly, not been feeling well. She'd had a headache and a light fever. She hadn't been deathly sick by any means, but not healthy either. When Leopold had come into her room that night and Regina had very politely declined his advances on her, he'd simply laughed and told her that she had no choice in the matter. "Don't make this harder for both of us, Regina," he'd said. And so; she hadn't. She'd accepted the fact that she could not say no to her husband and had taken him into her like she had done countless of times before. And as she would, countless of times after that.
And that was that.
Although she'd hated the man, despised him so much that she'd had him killed, she'd never thought he had really done much wrong when it came to her. She hadn't explicitly thought he was justified and right in his actions either; she just really hadn't stopped to think about if he was right or wrong.
But now she has Robin. Sweet, loving, gentle Robin. He is the complete opposite of Leopold, and Regina's glad for it. As proven a few days ago; he does stop when she is not ready for him. He does check to make sure she wants him as much as he wants her, and he does make sure that she feels good while they're together intimately. It just makes her realize how different this is compared to her relationship with the late King. How wrong her relationship with him had been.
It's like Robin's gentleness triggered her.
Because she has had all the facts for all these years. She has always known that she never had a say in anything. She has always known that she'd been used.
It is just now that she realizes it. And it is just now that she realizes how bad that is. How she'd not only been used, but probably abused. And now that she thinks she's made that connection, she can't stop thinking about it. It's as if she has no control over her thoughts anymore, because every hour, half hour, fifteen minutes even, she thinks back on an experience she's had with Leopold. The most recurring one being the one where she'd tried to tell him no. And how she couldn't.
But is this really abuse? Or is she overreacting? Maybe her situation had been normal, nothing to bat an eye at. If so, why the hell does she keep being obsessed with it? And why the hell does she keep crying? She can't fathom why now, all of a sudden, she's becoming emotional over something that had happened years ago. Something she'd thought she was at peace with.
So, she decides to Google it. It's stupid, Regina knows, but why not use this service that the modern world has brought to them? Why not find out whether or not she has a right to be upset about this?
She types into the search engine: sexual harassment definition.
'Behavior characterized by the making of unwelcome and inappropriate sexual remarks or physical advances in a workplace or other professional or social situation.'
Professional or social situation? Maybe that meant that it didn't count between a husband and his wife. Regina only gets more confused.
So, she specifies: Sexual harassment married couple.
This does not give an immediate definition like with her previous search, but she does find that sexual harassment between spouses exists.
Leopold had definitely made unwelcome sexual physical advances, which was the definition of the harassment in her previous search. Regina hesitantly accepted that Leopold had harassed her sexually. But, it went further than that. It hadn't stopped at advances. He had actually had sex with her against her will.
So was it… rape?
No. She can't type the word into her phone, afraid of the results. On the other hand, she does want an answer. Is she justified in her feelings?
While thinking about a decision, tears start flowing again and Regina sighs. She doesn't want to cry anymore. She's done more than enough of that the last few days.
Like clockwork, Robin comes home at just the wrong moment. Regina hears the front door close and immediately brings her sleeve up to wipe at her tears, but it's of no use. She always gets red and puffy eyes when she cries, there's no hiding it if Robin decides to come look for her right now. And of course, he does.
"Regina?" She hears him call from the hallway, his footsteps already approaching. Quickly, she closes Google and puts her phone down, already waiting for him to enter her home office.
When he does, the smile he'd had on his face quickly falters when he sees that she'd been crying. "Darling, what's wrong?" He asks as he closes the door behind him and walks over to her with a frown on his face.
The tears had stopped with the surprise of hearing Robin coming home, but just like it is often the case; when someone asks her what's wrong, Regina starts weeping like a child. So, she buries her face into her hands while she leans her elbows on her desk, exhaling shakily.
Robin hurries over to her and crouches down to sit on his heels next to her, not touching her because he knows she prefers not to be fussed over too much in situations like these. "What happened, love?"
Regina lifts her head from her hands and looks up at the ceiling, shaking her head in a frustrated manner. "Nothing," she says and looks down at Robin. "Nothing happened. That's exactly it. I don't know why…" she trails off, not finishing her thought as she thinks on why she has such an issue with things now, all of a sudden.
Robin frowns as Regina averts her gaze, lost in thought. He has no idea what is going on, but doesn't want to push her. "Why don't I go make us some tea and then we can sit down and talk it over, yeah?" he suggests, not knowing how else to solve whatever is plaguing Regina's mind. This way she has a little more time to get her thoughts in order before she has to speak about it. Of course, she doesn't have to speak about anything. But Robin would like to think he can be useful in offering perspective on things Regina's bothered by, or at the very least a shoulder to cry on.
Regina nods and Robin can't help himself, he reaches up to wipe a few tears from her cheek with his thumb. She leans into his touch and locks eyes with him and Robin is glad that she let him touch her right now. He always feels so useless when she's crying and all he has to offer are words. He offers a small smile and uses his free hand to lightly squeeze her knee, "I'll be right back."
With that, Robin gets up and walks out of the room and into the kitchen, mind reeling while trying to come up with reasons why Regina would be upset. He makes two cups of tea, taking his time although it takes all of his effort to not rush back to Regina's home office. When he walks back in there a few minutes later, he thinks she's gone for a second because she's not at the desk anymore. A scan around the room have his eyes landing on her sitting on the couch, though, and Robin sighs with relief.
Wordlessly he sits down beside her, handing her one steaming cup of tea and watching as she wraps her hands around the mug, enjoying its warmth. She doesn't notice just how hot the beverage is until she tries to take a sip, far too soon, and burns her tongue. She gasps and blows out some air trying to cool her mouth, leaning forward and putting the mug down, apparently not liking it so much now that it burned her. Then she looks at him, offering a small and sheepish smile.
How glad Robin is that she has the ability to smile even just a little bit. It must mean that whatever is going on, isn't that bad, right?
"You're okay?" he asks, not sure if he's referring to her burned mouth or the reason he caught her crying just now.
"I'm fine," Regina immediately responds, as if out of reflex.
Robin shoots her an unimpressed look and Regina at least has the decency to look a little embarrassed at her dismissing her feelings because clearly she's not fine. She looks away and nibbles at her lower lip in a nervous gesture. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks, still holding onto his own tea to keep his hands busy while all he wants to do is gather Regina up in his arms and never let go as he sees the tears well up in her eyes again.
"Like I said, nothing happened," Regina says softly, looking down at her nails as she picks at them. "I shouldn't be making this into such a big deal."
"Shouldn't be making what into such a big deal?" Robin asks.
Regina sighs, glancing at him and them looking back at her own hands in her lap. "Just… something that happened a long time ago." She wants to tell him. She wants to talk to him and get his perspective and let him help her like she knows he will. She just can't get the words out of her mouth. Why can't he just know? Just like that?
Robin doesn't really know what to do about this. Regina is a strong woman, she doesn't usually sit alone in her office and cry over nothing. So something serious must be up and Robin doesn't want to dismiss it by any means. If she doesn't want to talk about it, though, he's not going to force her.
"And it's bothering you now?" He decides to ask.
Regina looks a little ashamed and nods her head, not daring to look at him. Robin puts his own tea down and decides to scoot closer to her, to see how she'll react to physical touch. So as not to overwhelm her, he just tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and out of her face so he can see her better, their knees touching as his body angles to hers.
"Do you know why it's bothering you now? What made you think of it?" He doesn't ask about the actual issue, sensing that Regina is not ready.
Regina's face scrunches up in a pained expression, and Robin thinks this thing that made her remember whatever happened must be bad. But then she looks at him and she says "you" and his heart breaks. He is the reason for her pain right now? He can't help the distressed look on his face and the tears that prick at his own eyes.
Regina sees his reaction and rushes to reassure him, turning to him and taking one of his hands saying "It's not what you think. You did nothing wrong." She can't have him thinking he is somehow to blame. The fact that she is so messed up right now over something probably so irrelevant is not his fault.
"Did nothing wrong?" He asks unbelievably. "I bloody well made you cry."
"You didn't," Regina frowns and sighs deeply once more. "Remember, a few days ago, when I couldn't… when I wasn't ready for you? When we were intimate?"
Now Robin really looks confused and quite a little quilty. "...Yes?" Oh god. He should have just stopped after that. She hadn't enjoyed the rest of their activities? He was such a prick, insisting on having sex, using every tool in the box to make it happen.
"You stopped." Regina says. "And you were so sweet, and gentle. And I'm sure we would have just gone to sleep if I'd told you I wasn't up for it at all that night."
"Of course," Robin replies, not knowing where she is taking this conversation.
"You say that. 'Of course', like it's the most normal thing in the world." A beat passes before Regina continues. "But it wasn't always, for me," she explains, looking away from him and off to somewhere on the ground. She misses Robin's distraught look as she goes on and tells the rest of her story, not being able to stop now that she's begun. "I was married, as you know, to the King. And he didn't stop. He wasn't like you; he didn't care about my…" Regina finally looks back to Robin, "my pleasure. I only asked him to stop once, though, so it's not like… like he-" she stops herself there. The very, very back of her mind finishes that thought with something along the lines of he didn't rape me often, but she would not even actually think, let alone say it.
"God, Regina-" Robin starts to respond, but Regina cuts him off again, wanting to explain why it has got her crying now. Or rather, explain that she doesn't know why it's got her crying.
"And I don't get why I'm thinking about all that right now. It's not like I ever forgot. I always knew what Leopold did. But I always thought it was normal, and I didn't spend much time thinking about it. But now that I have you, and after what happened the other day, I just keep having these memories. And I think about how maybe it wasn't normal at all. So today I started Googling stuff to see if I was overreacting, or if I was right and I get to feel bad about it."
Tampering down the rage Robin feels inside of him after hearing what Leopold had done to her (he wanted to bring the bastard back to life just to kill him again), Robin focused instead on Regina, and how he could help her now. "Okay," he starts, thoughts a little scrambled by everything she just told him. He knows one thing for sure, though: "First off: your feelings are your feelings, and you're entitled to them. Always. You don't need confirmation from the interweb to know that you can feel all the things you are right now."
Regina snorted at 'interweb'; Robin still doesn't know his way around this new world with technology, and Robin is happy that she's at least able to see humor in something. He reaches for her then and when he puts his arm around her, she leans into him. "Got it?" He asks just so he knows she understands what he just said. Regina hums against his chest where she laid her head, not entirely convinced but going with it either way.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Robin wants to tell her that of course, what Leopold did was not normal and that of course, she's not overreacting. But he's never been in a situation like this before, and he doesn't quite know how to handle it. Should he tell her what he thinks? Or should he let her talk and hopefully figure it out for herself?
Regina sighs, "I don't know," she says. "I don't know what I want. All I know is I want these thoughts to go away again. To like how it was before."
Robin runs his hand through her hair comfortingly and nods in understanding, even though she can't see his face from his angle. "Maybe it's an idea to get help from a professional. Isn't Archie some kind of mental doctor here?"
Regina's happiness is all Robin cares about right now and maybe to achieve that she needs to go talk to this doctor, who is no doubt better equipped to help her with these emotions than he is.
"He is." Regina says. "I'll think about it," she leans back up so that they're face to face, and smiles tearily at him while bringing a hand up to rest on his cheek. "What do you think? How normal was it, what happened?"
Robin shakes his head shortly, cupping her jaw and running his nose along hers in an affectionate manner. "It wasn't normal. You're right, Regina. Of course you feel bad about it, of course you do. I'm just sorry I was the one who made you realize."
A few tears of relief fall from Regina's eyes as Robin confirms that she indeed is not crazy in her feelings, and she kisses him quickly, chastely. "Don't be sorry. I love you."
"I love you too, Regina."
Trigger warning: mentions of past rape.