Robin couldn't even begin to explain how uncomfortable it was to sleep in a double bed with another human being you weren't supposed to touch… or to look at, or basically do anything with.
It was harrowing, and bloody terrible, especially when that person was none other than the overbearing and always arrogant, Regina Mills.
It was a tad ridiculous, actually, but anyone who worked with them knew that the woman hated his guts from the moment she first saw him and well… he didn't think the predicament they were in now was helping the situation.
She looked completely distressed, and judging by the severe pout taking over her mouth and the vein popping in her forehead as she was supposed to be doing something so simple as sleeping, she was probably seething.
Not like that demeanor was any different than her regular self, but damn, being stuck with her in that room while sharing a bed was making him feel her dislike for him tenfold.
This wasn't helping his case at all, because despite the situation, he had to admit that having her there was too distracting, especially because he was trying his very best to ignore her and all the different emotions she was making him feel.
Now, most of the time he succeeded in doing this, and he could say that by then he was an expert in the art of playing pretend she didn't have any kind of effect on him. But well… there was always a limit to everything in life and this was it for him.
Acting indifferent when they crossed paths at Granny's was one thing, because yes, he had to admit that in the same way she started to hate him from day one, he had felt inexplicably drawn to her. What could he say? She was stunning, and despite her nasty attitude, there had always been a strong pull about her that he couldn't quite kick off.
Yes, he tried his best not to feel it and to reciprocate her snark with some of his own, but doing that while living their regular lives was not the same thing as doing it while she was so close he could feel the heat of her body emanating in big waves, and the scent of her perfume still lingering on her skin. Oh, and that was without mentioning that all of this was happening while she was wearing that bloody revealing little pijama.
Sure, it wasn't like it was too revealing, but he was used to seeing her in her chef's clothes all of the time, so this change was definitely a whole new sight…
Not that he was looking… not much anyway, but damn he didn't have to, as he had the image of her in that little piece embedded in his mind.
Maybe that was why he couldn't sleep. As much as he had tried to will his mind into shutting down for the night and allow him the rest he so direly needed, he just couldn't do it.
Add to that how bloody hot it was in that room and voila, insomnia was kicking him hard in the guts.
He was just too uncomfortable, in all aspects imaginable, not only because of Regina, but because he felt like he was going to melt into the bedsheets at any given time.
It was really bad. For what felt like an eternity, he had been lying there, eyes closed, his mind blank, and yet, a force bigger than himself was preventing him from reaching that blissful state of sleep he needed to fall into.
Sure, if he remained very, very still, he would sometimes feel a faint current of air coming through the window, but unfortunately, that wasn't enough to cool the room.
As for Regina? Damn, there was not much he could do about her but trying to pretend she wasn't there.
A hard task if you asked him, but what else was there to do?
Blowing out a breath because he knew that was not going to work, Robin had enough and got to his feet, walking straight towards the poor excuse of a bathroom they had available. Once there, he took his shirt off and opened the faucet, his intention refreshing a little bit.
Maybe the cold water could help soothe the suffocating heat he was suffering, so with that in mind, he splashed some of it on his chest, over his head, and some of it down his chest.
He then proceeded to walk toward the window, once again trying to open it a tad more.
"Shit," he groaned under his breath when his attempt proved unsuccessful. The window was not designed to open any more than an inch, and while he understood why, he couldn't help but to curse whoever designed the room like that.
It was very inconvenient in cases like the one they were living, as there was not much ventilation to go by.
Well, there was not much to do than try to survive as best as he could, so after running both hands through his damp hair, he decided to kick off his sweatpants as well. He had put them on as well as a shirt for Regina's sake, as he didn't think she was going to appreciate him sleeping next to her in nothing but his boxer briefs, but fuck it, it was too damn hot now to bear the weight of too much clothes.
With that in mind, he took it all off, staying only on his undies before returning to bed.
He had hoped to find Regina sleeping and totally unaware that he took off most of his clothes, but when he turned around, he found her staring at him. Sure, it was dark in that room and there was not much to see, but those chocolate brown eyes on him was a thing he didn't have to see to feel…
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice so low and throaty he had to swallow hard down.
Damn her, because it wasn't fair that she could make him feel so many things while hating his guts at the same time. But he was used to this, so arching an eyebrow, he just went ahead and poured a bit more water on his face and down his chest.
When he was done, he just shrugged, taking one step out of the bathroom..
"Trying not to suffocate to death here?" Blowing out a breath, he fired back, his tone on the defensive as he walked around the bed to make it to his side.
Regina didn't say anything to that, so he quietly climbed back to bed, feeling like he had to be even more careful than before.
Now… he did that with the sole intention of making another attempt to fall asleep, but the thing was that Regina had followed his progress and was still staring at him, her eyes wide and sparkling.
Was he making her uncomfortable? Was she expecting him to do something inappropriate? Or was she just getting ready to murder him?
"Just try to sleep," he said at last, closing his own eyes and hoping she would do the same.
"I can't. It's too hot in here."
Biting the inside of his cheek, Robin felt the woman getting out of bed and he couldn't help it, his eyes opened back up on their own accord. It was that way that he saw her going to the basin to do the same thing he just did and yeah, after pinning her hair up in a messy bun at the top of her head, she started splashing water on her face, over her shoulders, down her chest and for all that was sacred in his life, he swore he couldn't breathe, or think, or do anything as she did that.
He didn't want to come off a perververt, but… holy fucking shit! From his vantage point, he was having a clear image of her, standing in front of the window while being illuminated by the soft light of the candle and… oh, she really looked like a dream come true.
From her pretty face, his gaze went to the newly exposed column of her neck and then down to the little camisole of her pajamas. It was too distracting, because with the water making the fabric stick to her chest, this wasn't leaving much to his imagination.
He didn't want to linger there, out of respect… but then he couldn't help it and in a moment of pure weakness, his eyes went lower and lower to the way he could almost see the curve of her asscheeks peeking from under those shorts…
Did he mention that she had a bloody nice ass? Because she did! He hadn't noticed before since the pants she wore at work weren't the most flattering, but now he had been treated with the aesthetic of who was really Regina Mills and he was digging it.
If he felt attracted to her before, with the woman in a uniform and no makeup, he was blown away now. She was simply gorgeous… and that ass was really doing things to him. He basically only discovered that nice trait earlier that night when she showed up in those jeans that seemed painted on her and that left his mind a mess, and then with the dress she changed into…
But no, those were waters he shouldn't be trying to dip his toe in so closing his eyes back again, he tried himself to get a grip.
This was Regina after all, and as nice as the package was, he couldn't forget that she pretty much hated his damn pervy guts. Hell, he was sure that if she caught him checking her out, she was going to tear his eyeballs out of their sockets before making him eat them…
For that reason only… well, and also because he didn't want to act as a damn pervert, he tried to cut out of his mind any kind of inappropriate thought about her. He came to that mansion to win some money, not to ogle after his coworker, as beautiful and mouth watering as she was…
"What the hell is that?"
Feeling the mattress sink with the weight of Regina climbing back in, Robin opened his eyes.
He found the woman on her knees, her camisole wet and her eyes narrowing as she pointed at the wall. She was looking at him, and damn his resolution because he was caught in the hypnotizing depths of those deep brown eyes.
He was really having it bad, because even something as innocent as staring into her eyes felt dangerous.
"What is what?" he groaned, more frustrated than annoyed.
Regina opened her mouth, the tip of her tongue pressing to the corner of her lips. She didn't say anything though, and just made a motion with her hand. Probably trying to make him look at the wall.
He did that and saw nothing…
But then, something happened. He couldn't see anything but the plain white wall, but he heard something… a moan?
Yes, definitely a moan and the distinctive sound of something knocking on their wall. It was faint, but the thud was constant… as is something… let's say the headboard of the bed next door was tapping against their wall.
"You have to be fucking kidding me." Regina gasped, blinking a couple of times.
With a small chuckle escaping his lips, Robin rolled to his back, covering his face with both hands because no, he really didn't need to hear the couple in the next room getting it on while he was stuck there with Regina looking like she did.
It was cruel, and awkward… and... shit.
Dragging his hands down his face, he looked at her. She was still on her knees, mouth slightly open and a frown in her face. Her expression was indecipherable though, as she didn't look annoyed for a change.
For some reason, this made Robin open his mouth. "Is that your sister in that room?"
"No." Opening her eyes a bit wider, Regina's lip curled at the corner. She was back at looking at him, and the glint in her eyes drew him back in.
She was truly stunning, so even in her shock he couldn't stop looking at her.
"I mean… I hope no." Sliding a hand straight to her mouth, she drew in a deep breath, her expression changing to one of horror. "Oh my God, what if she is?"
In an almost comical manner, she moved her hands to her ears, covering them, and Robin couldn't help but to laugh a little.
Besides showing contempt, annoyance and a lot of snark, this was probably the most human thing he had seen her do, and it was inexplicably charming.
He was tempted to rile her up a bit and just say he was pretty sure he had seen Mary Margaret and David get into that room, but there was a bigger force telling him that he should try to appease her obvious distress at the situation instead.
After all, they were supposed to be trying to get alone, not worse.
It was with that in mind, that he got up to his feet and grabbed his phone as it laid over his bag. Once he had it, he went back to bed and searched for a playlist that could drown the increasing moans and that annoying little tap hitting their wall from the other side.
"There, that should make it better," he said as an old Beattles tune started to fill the air instead.
Regina, who was still covering her ears, shook her head. "No, I'm going to tell them to stop."
But she didn't, she just sat on her heels, a single dark strand of hair brushing against her shoulder and her lips slightly parted. She looked almost ethereal, and this made him feel aware that he shouldn't be indulging in looking at her so much.
That was why he laid back down and closed his eyes. "Just try to get some sleep, Regina, really."
For several seconds, nothing moved, and the only thing he could hear was John Lenon singing about how everything was clear in his heart. But then Regina spoke and what he said made him open his eyes at once.
"Do you think this is another test and Gold is watching us? He has that camera, so what if he thinks it's weird we are not all over each other like… whoever is at the other side? He's going to be onto us."
Unable to help it, Robin chuckled. "I doubt that old creep is really expecting people to be all over each other in this bloody heat, so just lay there and close your eyes. If he's watching we'll be just a couple trying not to suffocate."
"But what if we are the only ones not doing it?"
Wishing for her to just shut up because this subject was making him feel even hotter, Robin clicked his tongue and just covered his eyes with his arm. "Go to sleep, Regina."
For a little bit of time, she didn't move, or even talked, but then as another song started, this time with a more modern beat, she went ahead and without giving him time to react, she climbed over him, straddling his midsection and settling the full weight of her ass right over his groin.
This made Robin's eyes snap wide open, a low growl got stuck at the back of his throat. "What the hell are you doing?"
Dragging a blanket over her, Regina bit her lips, her dark eyes set on an undefined spot besides his ear. "I'm making sure we win that damn prize, so just shut up and play along. We don't have to actually do anything, just make Gold believe it."
"Jesus, woman…" he mumbled under his breath because yeah, she said they were not going to do anything, but soon after she started to move against him, pretty much grinding her groin against his and fuck… that definitely felt like something.
It didn't help when it came to the heat in that room, because all of a sudden his entire body felt aflame.
"Okay, um I... don't think this is a good idea," And it wasn't, she was probably a bit drunk and not thinking straight, because the Regina he knew would never go as far as doing what she was doing.
Unfortunately for him, in that precise moment, the woman next door apparently reached a fever pitch, and her moaning went up ten notches. This seemed to make Regina even more resolved in her intentions. She grinded against him harder, and Robin couldn't help but to move his hands under the blanket so that he could slow her movements a little bit.
He could feel his cock starting to react, and if she kept like that, she was going to feel it too.
But apparently, something went terribly wrong along the way and instead of stopping her, he ended up grabbing her ass and shit, the tremor he felt going up his spine at the feeling messed up with his mind for good.
With his thoughts lost somewhere into the gutter, he just held her, his palms full of her flesh and the friction of her groin against his making his cock come full into life.
This didn't seem to stop Regina, but she did look down at him, her dark eyes holding a glint he hadn't seen in her before. "Is that a fucking boner, Locksley?"
Swallowing hard on dry, he licked his lips. "Yeah… I would say so."
Regina's lips parted, and she gasped, but not even once did she even try to stop what was going on. Instead, she changed her pace, grinding against him a bit harder but oh so slowly.
"You really have no shame, huh?"
Gasping because he couldn't believe the nerve of her, Robin slid his hands to her thighs. He felt her a little like that, but then he moved his hands back up, pushing the fabric of her shorts up so that he could touch her like it was meant to be, skin on skin.
He pulled her closer to him like that, and her legs automatically spread a bit more.
"Me? You are the one who's rubbing all over me."
Licking her lips, Regina bent forward, almost hovering over him. "And you're the one who got in bed with me almost naked."
Scoffing and not really sure what to say or do to that, Robin lowered his eyes to her mouth, feeling very tempted to kiss her.
But because he somehow thought that wouldn't be a good idea, he went lower, his eyes getting caught in her chest. What could he say? With her bending forward over him, her camisole was hanging a little loose up front and in that position, he was getting a nice view of her tits.
That made him growl, because yes, she wasn't overly big, but of what he could see, that didn't make her look less perfect. She was perky, and well proportioned for her small frame… and the way her nipples were hard and at reaching distance was making his mouth water.
"Eyes up here Locksley, I'm not giving you a free pass. Got it?"
Chuckling because she was protesting the way he was staring at her tits but not against his hands squeezing her ass and grinding her harder against him, Robin looked up, finding her dark eyes to look into.
"And what is it that you're giving me here, Regina?"
Lowering herself even more, enough so that she was now pressed flush against his chest, Regina touched his forehead with hers. In that position, her mouth ended up an inch away from his, her breath caressing him…
"I'm giving you the chance to win that big prize," she whispered, her raspy tone making him shiver. "And a nice contract to work at Gold's wedding with me."
Tipping his chin up, his mouth touched hers. It wasn't a kiss, just a brief contact that was broken when she moved away, her check pressing against his and then further along until her face was buried into the crook of his neck
She pressed a kiss there, right where his pulse point was going wild and that did it for him. He grabbed her a little harder, his fingers sliding past her asscheeks and venturing to that forbidden territory between her legs.
Sure, by that point her pussy was viciously glued to his erection, her folds spread so that her heat could slide up and down his length, so it wasn't like he touched her where he wanted to, but he got as close as he could.
She didn't protest this either and just moaned, the sound making him sweat.
"You think he's believing it?"
Moving her lips up the column of his neck and then along his jawline, Regina hummed. She never stopped moving against him, and feeling a little delirious with the friction and with the scent of her hitting his nose, he growled.
"He better be… oh," she hissed, once again moving her forehead to his. She looked at him like that, her eyes staring deep into his and her mouth so close he could kiss her.
He wanted to do it, so so bad. She was just right there, and sometimes, even with her lips touching his. But she didn't seem to have any intentions for things to evolve into a kissing session, so he just held the desire to taste her like he wanted and just limited himself to enjoy what was happening underneath those blankets.
It was good like it was, because this was Regina and despite her demeanor and his need to act like he was indifferent to her nasty behavior, he had been low key pinning for her since the first time he saw her. Now he had her there, her delicate frame glued to his and the heat of her obvious arousal drenching his boxer briefs.
Because yes, even though there was a layer between them preventing this to become even more intimate than what it was, her shorts had somehow moved to the side and she was not completely exposed to him.
That meant that even with his boxer briefs still on, he could feel her. All of her: her folds opening for him and accommodating his erection, her small bundle of nerves rubbing over him, the heat of her pussy, how fucking wet she was...
The whole thing was insane because fuck, not even in a million years he would have predicted this. But there he was, dry humping Regina as if there was no tomorrow, his hips shooting up and meeting with her own desperate movements.
"Oh…" she moaned, making Robin grab her harder. He crushed her to him, his fingers digging into her flesh.
It was just too much for him, and yeah, judging by her ragged breathing, for her too.
What the hell were they doing?
"Fuck, Regina, if we don't stop I'm going to fucking cum," he said in her ear, so very low he might as well had dreamt it.
"I'm going to cum too."
No fucking way, he though, opening his mouth as he stared at her.
She did look far gone, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark and shining, and her chest heaving.
It was a beautiful sight, and ego tripping, he sealed his fate.
Spreading her asscheeks and then pulling her even closer, he kissed the outline of her jaw, letting his lips move lower and lower until he was pressing hot kisses to her shoulder. When he went back up, he focused on her throat, his tongue darting forward to lick a path up to her earlobe.
She seemed to appreciate that, especially when he started to suck along the way. "I want to feel you, and then make you cum for me… you don't even know how bad. Are you going to let me do that?"
"Yes, yes… oh fuck."
Going ahead of himself, he sneaked a hand between their bodies and pulled his cock out. Not with the intention of fucking her like every ounce of his being wanted, but just so that he could feel her better.
And shit, he really was not prepared for it.
She was damn hot, and so wet and silky that as soon as his cock made contact with her and settled back between her folds so that they could keep rubbing, his entire world started to spin.
He was going to cum right there, and he wanted to bring her along with him.
With that intention in his mind, he drew back a little and he started to make sure to treat her clit nicely, making the tip of his cock press and then grind against it.
That took her right where he wanted her, he could feel it, so going back to sucking on her earlobe and then on her pulse point, he pulled her closer.
"Oh my God…" she moaned when he did it a second and then a third time, and just like that she shivered, her body tensing as he kept moving her against him. "Shit!"
"That's it, cum for me-" he groaned, loving the way she was slumping against him, her cheek pressed to his and her entire body melting against him.
Feeling her cum like that was what took him to his own release, and before he could pull away not to make a mess all over her, he came, grabbing her ass while shooting his load over them.
He knew he ought to feel ashamed for letting himself get carried away like that, but damn… right in that moment, all he could feel was pure bliss.
Even after his cock was done spasming and coming, he couldn't do anything else but to lay there and feel content.
Because damn, not only did he make Regina cum, but he did as well and there was something quite satisfying in knowing her stomach was full of his cum…
Regina, on the other hand was apparently getting back to her senses, because pressing her hands to his chest, she pulled back.
She kept her hands on his chest, still sitting over him, her burning cheeks and wild eyes making him grin. "Holy fucking shit, Regina…" he started to say, her still very much wet pussy tickling his balls.
Gasping, the brunette snarled her lips, her face back to her regular scoff. "If you tell anyone about this, I swear I'm going to fucking kill you."
With that said, she climbed off of him and went directly into the bathroom.
He couldn't see her, as he was happily staring off, but he sure as well could listen to the sound of the shower echoing throughout the room. "Like anyone would believe it anyway."
Fuck, he couldn't quite believe it himself, and for some reason that made him chuckle, his hand going up to run down his jaw.
But anyway, knowing that he should do some cleaning himself, he got up as well and went towards the faucet. Once there he opened it and cleaned himself as best as he could. "You know what?" he started to say, rinsing his cock. "I think we could make this even more believable if we showered together. I mean, he could still be watching."
"Fuck you, Locksley." Regina said from her place still in the shower.
Robin just grinned, wondering if this was a good time to tell her that the electricity was back.
Nah, she could figure that one out by herself, so feeling ready to go to bed, he climbed back there.
He didn't bother with dressing up again, and this time, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he went out pretty quick… falling into a pleasant slumber all night long.
TBC?