Adjusting his stride to accommodate her shorter legs, Robin tramps through the moonlit forest surrounding Storybrooke with his wife's hand tucked safely into his.
Not too very long ago, Will Scarlett had introduced him to something called pinball. At first, he'd barely been interested, but as he watched the younger man play the noisy game, he quickly realized that it wasn't just a game of chance. There was some genuine skill involved, and that all the flashy lights and sounds could offer just as much encouragement as distraction.
Now, as he and Regina make their way to a secret place, four whispered words jettison around inside his head like pinballs on their haphazard, yet well timed journey.
"Take me skinny dipping."
Each time the warm night breeze lifts the leaves in the trees, he remembers the feel of her warm breath against his ear, and the memory of that tender heat does as much to arouse him as the words that she had breathed against his flesh.
"Take…" The pinball enters the field of play, and quickly meets its first obstacle. Immediately redirected, it zings to a new location; setting off bells, whistles, and lights in the happy places inside his brain. "me…" his internal score counter begins to climb exponentially. Flippers are employed, redirecting the ball yet again. It leaves his brain and travels down the length of his spinal cord at a record-breaking speed. "skinny dipping." The ball careens around inside his central nervous system, merrily pinging erogenous zones along its white-hot trail.
Confident in his ability to guide her safely around fallen limbs and rocks, Regina keeps pace; her mind occupied with her own curious thoughts at least briefly. After about 20 minutes, when she can stand the intrigue no longer, she simply stops walking.
Robin takes another two steps before he realizes she's no longer beside him. Glancing over his shoulder, he raises an eyebrow.
Regina tugs gently at his hand. Pulling him along with her until her back is up against the nearest of the trees. "When we left my office, I didn't realize we were going for a hike."
Robin steps into her personal space and smiles down at her as his hands find her hips. "Too much? Need to go back?"
"No. I'm fine, and I don't want to go back." She slips her own hands inside the warmth of his jacket and allows her fingers to caress his rib cage until they curl around his hips and pull him closer still. "I do want to know where you're taking me, though."
Robin caresses her lower lip with the pad of his thumb as he whispers, "I'm taking you where you asked me to take you."
"Robin, when I said that, I wasn't expecting you to make it happen tonight."
"Well, I don't know why not. You know me better than that."
Regina smiles. "Yes, I do. I just thought we would have to leave Storybrooke. I do have a certain image to uphold."
"I'm well aware, Your Majesty. Would I take you any place that afforded anything less than privacy?"
Regina tilts her head to one side thoughtfully. "Probably not."
Robin scowls playfully. "Probably not?"
Regina nips at his left ear lobe. "Yes. Probably not."
"Love, if you don't want to do this, we…"
Regina's eyes widen reflexively. "No, Robin! I want to. But you probably don't want to know what happened the last time I got caught doing this."
Robin groans miserably as the pinball pinging hot spots inside his body begins to lose its momentum. "Let me guess - The Queen of Hearts stewed some poor teenage boy's testicles?"
"More than one boy." She admits, not realizing how it sounds until Robin flashes an eager, if somewhat skeptical smile.
"It was just me and some of the other royals, but there were both girls and boys. Most of us weren't doing anything but swimming - just horsing around, having a good time."
Robin chuckles softly. "Yeah… While wet and naked."
"It was fun - until it wasn't. Mother spoiled it for all of us. I didn't even get a kiss that night."
Robin chews on his lower lip. "Not even a kiss?"
Regina shakes her head. "Um-umm."
"Well, now you have to come with me."
Smiling, she loops her arms loosely around his neck. "I do?"
Stepping back, as the pinball is shot back into play, Robin takes her by the hand once more. "You do. You and me, we're going to correct that."
Stepping as close as she dares while on the move, she breathes in his ear again. "When?"
Chuckling at her impatience, Robin whispers back, "Soon."
Regina grimaces. "Where? There is no water out here." Looking around, she declares, "From here, we would have to walk at least another 25 minutes to get to the beach." She turns ½ circle. "I can't even smell the sea air yet. Besides, we're going the wrong way. The beach is…" She points. "that way."
Biting down on his tongue to keep from laughing at her, Robin places a hand gently on either of her shoulders and turns her 90° to the left. "The closest stretch of shoreline is about 15 minutes that way, and as the Merry Men are currently camped there, there is zero privacy to be had. That, is not where we are going." He teases. "Unless you want to go swimming with Tuck and the boys?"
Regina purses her lips as she raises one dark eyebrow. "Naked swimming - I think not."
"I sincerely doubt any of them own swimsuits. Even if they did, they wouldn't wear them." He steps over a rotting log and squeezes her hand. "Come on. This way."
"I know you're more familiar with these woods than I am, Robin but I could've sworn there was nothing out here. You've brought me out this way before."
He thinks about it momentarily. "In the last three months?"
Regina shakes her head. "It was a few weeks before our wedding. So… Almost five months ago."
"Three months ago, after our last realm jump, we brought some people back with us."
She nods irritably. "I remember that."
"Well, people weren't the only things we brought back with us. We brought over a few new places as well."
Regina scowls, demanding, "What new places?"
Laughing softly, Robin steps behind her and wraps his arms around her waist; the two of them moving in lockstep. "You do not have a patient bone in your body, do you?"
"No! Haven't you figured out by now, queen's do not wait for anythi…" coming up short, she turns her head side to side in curiosity. "Where is that sound coming from?"
Robin smiles.
"It sounds like rushing water. There isn't a stream near here."
Reaching out before her, he pushes low hanging tree foliage out of her path, "Some things might be worth waiting for." He whispers just before pressing his lips to the pulse point in the hollow of her neck.
Tilting her head to offer him better access, Regina threads her fingers through the hair at the back of his head, and they linger pleasantly before stepping into a clearing in the trees.
Spellbound, Regina has to look twice at the shimmering moonlit pool of icy water below a magnificent towering waterfall before she turns to face him, her dark eyes wide and expressive.
She whispers without meaning to. "Where'd it come from?"
Robin shrugs. "Maybe Neverland, or it could've come over with John and Pocahontas. I found it last weekend. And I figured I could take the boys swimming this summer after it warms up a bit and... Bollocks! I didn't think about that! It's too cold. Come on, let's go home. Our bedroom will be nice and toasty; especially after I light a fire for us."
Regina chuckles, still mesmerized by the unexpected find. "You didn't think about the fact that it's 33° out here?"
"Hey, it's your fault!"
"My fault?" She demands, making an effort not to smile too quickly.
"Yes. Your fault. You said the words 'skinny dipping.' After that, all the blood rushed from my brain."
Pulling him close, so that their bodies create friction in all the right places, she begins to walk backward toward the water as she whispers, "Bet I know where it went."
"I'm sure you do, but the thought of water near the freezing point is suddenly giving me a bit of trouble."
She smiles seductively. "I can fix that."
"Regina, you naked is one of my all-time favorite sights in this world. There is not much it won't fix, or at least significantly improve, but we are not getting in that water! You're pregnant!"
"Baby Girl Locksley is tucked safely inside a slowly expanding bubble that is approximately 98.6° in temperature, for all she knows, she's in the tropics – and if you stop arguing with me, pretty soon, you'll think you are too."
Stubbornly, Robin shakes his head. I'm not risking you getting hypothermia, or having a miscarriage just so we can…"
The queen glares impatiently. "You're not listening to me thief. I told you, I can fix that. What's more, even with all the magic this town possesses, there is only a very select group of people who can do likewise. I'm betting that they are all inside tonight, because with the exception of maybe Elsa, they all think it's too cold to be out here. Which means you were right. We're not very likely to be discovered. So, I'm going." She sheds her leather coat and suit jacket, drops them on the ground, and walks away unbuttoning her silk blouse. Glancing over her shoulder, she teases, "The only question left is - are you coming with me or not?"
She drops her blouse, and even with only moonlight for illumination, Robin watches the goose flesh rise on the back of her neck and spread across her shoulder blades and down the backs of her arms. He stays where he is, certain she will change her mind until her lace bra is lying rumpled in the grass. Then, he shrugs free of his own jacket, and yanks his shirt over his head without bothering to release more than the top button.
Still, staring after her, he shouts boisterously, "If you get pneumonia, I am filing for divorce!"
Regina laughs at him as she steps out of her heels and trots down the short dissent at the water's edge.
His boots and socks go next, and a tiny part of him still questions her resolve. She absolutely hates being cold. She hates it, and the mist rising off the water is unmistakably frigid. That much is evident by sight alone, but when her skirt slips over the swell of her bare hips and lands on the ground at the water's edge, he knows there's nothing left to do but follow.
The grass along the bank is icy with frost, and it nips viciously at his bare feet. He undergoes a sharp paralyzing moment of utter brain freeze, his mind and body on the brink of neurological collapse until his wife glances back at him.
Standing in the misty moonlight, completely naked with only the slightest hint of a bump to tell of their daughter's impending arrival; her breasts rising and falling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm as she breathes in the chill night air, heedless of the freezing water that is swirling lazily around her calf muscles, she looks back at him with pure, unfettered anticipation in her dark eyes, and when she stretches out an arm, reaching for him, he knows that no man will ever behold a more enthralling sight.
Water cold enough to still the breath soaks the legs of his denim trousers halfway to his knees as he takes her outstretched hand, and he silently marvels of her composure while she stretches her free hand an arm's length away from him and conjures a massive fireball. Glancing at it briefly, she rethinks its size, reduces it by half, bends at the knees, and lowers it gently into the water.
The frigid mist surrounding them vaporizes and is instantly replaced with steam as the chill invading Robin's body begins to dissipate.
"I can turn it into our own private hot spring." She whispers. "Just let me know if the temperature changes too quickly. It has to be gradual, otherwise it will be painful."
Robin shakes his head. "This is good. Still a bit cold but…"
Regina carefully releases another fiery orb into the water. "But, you don't feel in danger of losing any important body parts to hypothermia?"
Robin shakes his head. "Not a bit."
Regina smiles. "Good. Can you take your pants off now?"
When he lets go of her hand to unbuckle his belt, she slips deeper into the water and glides away releasing several more, much smaller fireballs; being careful to always keep him in sight and not send any directly at him.
After the last of his clothes are gone, he dives in without hesitation, and swims out toward the center of the pool, passing her by when she goes under momentarily. Realizing that he's lost sight of her, he stops swimming and waits. When she does not reemerge within 10 seconds, he turns ½ circle and searches for any tell-tale sign of her below the water's surface. Not yet worried, he calls out, "Regina?"
He turns again, peering down into the immediately surrounding water, trying to find any sign of her, or failing that, any sign of movement. Any ripple, shadow, or change in color. Just when it dawns on him that he doesn't know how deep the water is, only that he can't touch bottom here in the center, he feels her touch, her familiar hand in the small of his back, the skin of her palm warmed with the repeated throwing of fireballs. The current around him shifts as she slides past him beneath the surface, his upper thigh making several points of contact with her body. Once she's in front of him, he can just make out the outline of her body below the dark surface of the water. When her hands find his hips, he thinks for a moment she's going to surface. He can feel her rising, but then her hands move. Her left finds and squeezes his right buttock, and…
Oh, may the gods of Olympus bless her right hand. Zeus himself never felt so good. Robin tries and fails to swallow the guttural moan of pleasure that escapes him as she takes him in hand. Her left hand leaves his backside, and the water becomes noticeably, but not uncomfortably, warmer an instant later. Steam begins to rise from the center of the pool, and Robin can barely make out the bank less than 30 feet away on all sides. His body responds to her heated touch, and he closes his eyes and reminds himself to breathe.
The moment his next breath is expelled, it dawns on him that she can't breathe. Still enjoying her careful stroking and deliberate teasing, he reaches down below the surface, seeking a firm grip on her arm, hoping to bring her head above water. However, before he can do more than caress her shoulder, a kaleidoscope of bright lights burst and dance wildly behind his eyelids when he feels her hand slip away, only to be replaced by her full lips, which are closely followed by the wet thrill of her tongue. The heat inside her mouth feels capable of scorching, blistering his flesh, and yet it somehow bathes him. It washes him clean, even as it punishes him. As he spends all of twelve seconds in heaven, her mouth somehow exalts, and humbles him simultaneously. Then, the carnal pressure she offers eases, she nips gently with her teeth, kisses his foreskin, and bursts out of the water. Throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her bare chest against his as much for warmth as support, her soft lips graze his ear provocatively as she pants, "Can't finish. Have to breathe."
As he laughs, Robin wraps an arm around her waist, hauling her as close as possible. "I was going to say… Unless you forgot to tell me that you and Ariel are double cousins…"
Regina shakes her head with mock regret as she pushes wet hair back from his forehead. "Sorry. I didn't forget to mention gills or fins."
"Aw well, that's alright. I can't really see myself with some neon-haired siren of the sea. The cute little bra made from seashells might be nice, but the scales…" He shakes his head. "No thank you. Besides, aren't fish cold-blooded creatures?"
"Umm hmm…" She hums in the affirmative. "With a few rare exceptions. I'm not sure, Ariel maybe one of them."
Robin wrinkles his nose. "Not worth the trouble of finding out. I like my woman warm enough to throw fire from the palms of her hands."
"Yes, I know. But I don't have to throw fire. I could just…" Her right hand dips below the surface of the water and finds him again.
Robin grunts, unable to deny himself the pleasure she offers.
Regina watches a vein in his neck become more visible. She senses his desire to move, seeking greater, more intense contact, and at the same time, the will he exerts over himself, trying to hold still so that he can prolong the ecstasy. Still breathing heavily, she brushes her lips against his and whispers against his throat. "Tell me when. When you're ready, I'll go back under for you."
Robin groans and arches into her touch pressing himself roughly into her palm. With his breathing ragged and shallow, he manages to gasp, letting her know, "Better ease up a bit love, if you want to catch your breath first."
Searching his eyes for any guidance they offer; Regina slows her strokes as she loosens her grip marginally. When he groans, the sound coming from deep inside him, she knows instinctively that it is not the change in speed he objects to, but the change in pressure. Offering only slightly more, she smiles when he nods drunkenly, and then presses the pad of her thumb firmly and deliberately against the tip of his fully erect penis.
Regina can't help but release the murmur of pleasure that escapes her as beads of heated moisture collect between his skin in hers. Purely to stall his release, she stills her hand and almost lets go of him.
Protest rises in his throat but is never fully released when she renews her efforts; her grip finding that perfect place just before pleasure turns to pain. The muscles in Robin's throat begin to work soundlessly when his mind cannot form the words his body wants to say, but that's all the prompting his wife needs.
Her hands find his waist as her lips brush against his in a feather-light kiss, before lowering to the spot on his chest directly over his heart.
His stomach muscles tighten involuntarily, and when her head slips below the surface and her tongue finds his naval, his need for release becomes unbearable. Then she is touching him again, and her tongue begins to work magic Merlin knows nothing about. Her lips barely close around him before Robin cries out; losing all thought of anything not directly related to his wife's mouth. The world perishes in the all-consuming flames of their passion and is reborn in less than a minute. Before he is consciously aware of any of it, her lips are on his, and he can taste himself on her tongue.
He loops an arm tightly around her waist and pushes hair away from her face as they kiss. Even when the kiss breaks, she stays close and trails liquid fire over his bearded cheek, around behind his ear, down through the hollow of his throat and over his adam's apple. It takes him several more seconds before he's able to find his voice.
"Hey…" He whispers huskily.
"Hmm?" She answers distractedly.
"I thought we came out here to explore your pleasure."
Returning her mouth to his, Regina gently bites his lower lip before smiling and confirming, "We did."
"Doesn't that mean you're supposed to be the one having fun?"
"I am having fun."
Robin raises an eyebrow as he caresses a full breast with a calloused but tender touch. "You're not too cold?"
Regina shakes her head in earnest as she extends her free arm behind her body and drops another fireball into the water, sending up a new burst of steam around their bodies.
"You sure? Your nipples are hard as pebbles."
She laughs softly. "That's not because I'm cold, Forest Boy." Pushing against his chest, she forces him to release her and swims away from him.
"Hey! Come back here!" He lunges after her and misses, coming up with nothing more than a fistful of warm water that slips through his fingers. Deciding to give chase, and being the stronger swimmer, he catches up with her in no time and deliberately pulls her under.
Below the surface Regina struggles against his firm grip around her hips, and when she doesn't manage to free herself immediately, she resorts to a more effective method. Turning within the confines of his embrace, she offers him a hard, greedy kiss, pushing her tongue roughly into his mouth.
They slowly begin to sink.
After 45 seconds, Robin is forced to concede that he cannot hold her under, not breathe, kiss her, and manage not to drown all at the same time. When they touch bottom, he kicks off, and ferries her to the surface, concerned that she may not have a lung capacity comparable to his own, and even if she does, she's breathing for two.
Pulling away from their kiss only when she must, she smiles, feeling smug - at least until he turns the tables, releases her, and swims away. Unexpectedly free, she nearly goes under again, before she can steady herself and go after him. "Robin Locksley!"
Thirty feet away in no time at all, he laughs and Regina swims harder. She watches him go under ten feet in front of the waterfall without any real concern. Guessing that he's probably doubling back under the surface, she expects to feel his touch within seconds. When it doesn't come, she stops swimming and begins to tread water as she searches for him. When he doesn't rise from the steam hovering over the surface with water droplets glistening on his skin in the moonlight within another 30 seconds, she gets mildly concerned. "Robin?"
No answer.
Regina turns the other direction and looks back the way she came.
No Robin.
Turning to face the waterfall again, she raises an eyebrow, silently vowing to torture him to within an inch of his life if this turns out to be his idea of fun. He had better not be deliberately trying to scare her.
"Robin." She strains trying to see clearly through all the steam, hoping he's not in trouble less than 15 feet away and she just can't see him. She swims closer to the fall, wanting to be nearer to the last place she saw him.
"Robin!" Regina looks around wildly as her chest tightens, and a painful knot begins to rise in her throat. She's about two seconds away from draining the pool dry courtesy of magic, when the water ripples and he emerges wearing a wide smile that vanishes the second he realizes she's anything less than happy.
Closing the distance between them in an instant, he reaches for her, but Regina straight arms him, both hands rigid against his chest, keeping him away. "That was not funny, you ass! Save the juvenile pranks for the Merry Men!"
"I wasn't trying to be funny…" He says softly. "and I wasn't trying to scare you either." He tries again to pull her close, but she won't let him. Taking a guess, he asks, "Were you calling for me?"
"You know I was! It's not as if this pool stretches from here to New York and back!"
"I'm sorry. Love, I couldn't hear you."
Regina scowls at him as if he's speaking gibberish. "Of course, you could!"
"No. I promise, I couldn't. Look, come with me. I'll show you."
Regina shrugs his hand away from her arm. "Show me what?"
"Just come with me - please. It's kind of hard to believe if you don't see it for yourself."
Regina chews on her lower lip. "This better be good. If it's not, you're going to be spending the night outside in the backyard, with Roland's dog!"
"If you don't like it, I will spend the night out of sight, in the backyard, with Roland's dog without complaint. Just don't barbecue me!"
Regina allows him to move her closer to the fall. Marveling at it, she guesses that it must be a 60-foot drop.
Being so near to it, Robin must speak directly into her ear to be heard. "Hold my hand. When we get close enough, it's going to push you under. Don't fight it. Just go with it, and we'll come up on the other side."
Regina scowls in uncertainty. "Isn't there just a rock wall on the other side?"
"Yes - and no."
Regina continues to scowl, but she studies his face. "You look like an excited little boy, right now."
He tilts his head toward the waterfall. "Come see why."
Finally relenting, for the sake of curiosity alone, she tucks her hand into his and lets him lead the way. They swim less than 10 seconds before the force of the waterfall slams into her and pushes her under much faster and much farther than she expected to go. Here, she cannot see anything below the surface, but Robin said not to panic, and she can feel his hand still tightly gripping hers. Just when she's sure they'll never make it back to the surface before her lungs burst, she feels the pressure of the fall relent and they begin to rise. When her head finally breaks the surface, she clings to him and breathes deeply, her head resting against his chest for several long seconds before she lifts it to look around.
She finds herself floating in the center of a space that is maybe five feet in diameter. Just as Robin promised, there is a rock wall behind the fall. Overhead, there is an almost circular outcropping of rock that causes the fall to come down in such a way that the water encloses the space in a semicircular arc – the fall itself offering them total privacy, as nothing can be seen or heard beyond it.
Looking around at their secret surroundings, Regina smiles. There are rocks, but they are not sharp or jagged. They've been worn completely smooth by the unrelenting pressure of the fall, and there is no algae to make them slippery. The current is too strong for that. She releases a single fireball, and, because there is a much smaller area to heat, the pool behind the fall is instantly the temperature of bath water.
"Robin." She whispers into his shoulder and gets no response. Pressing herself into him, she speaks his name again with her mouth pressed against his ear.
Verbal communication is going to be next to impossible with the white roar of hundreds, if not thousands of gallons of water plummeting down around them, but Robin smiles, ready to find other ways to communicate with his queen.
He touches his wife's face gently, and because words are useless, unless shouted directly into the ear, she brushes two fingers against his scalp at the hairline. In this warmer place, the slivers of ice that have formed in his wet hair have already begun to melt.
The same slivers in her hair shine blue and silver in the occasional stray beams of moonlight that manage to penetrate the fall and cast her into an ethereal light that Robin fixes permanently in his mind as he drinks in the sight of her. Here, behind the protection of the waterfall, she completely casts aside what is left of her inhibition, and turns effortlessly onto her back, swimming about lazily in the small space, putting her naked body on full display as her eyes take in her surroundings.
Carefree, and concerned about the opinions of no one, Regina sets aside her public persona and stares at the waterfall and the tidy cavern it creates – her eyes travelling top to bottom - marveling at it with almost childlike wonder. It takes her a long time, but when her eyes have had their fill of the hidden space, she reaches for Robin, and draws him further into their newly discovered hideaway.
Quickly placing both palms on top of his head, she deliberately shoves him under. After which, she laughs in triumph, until she swallows a mouthful of water when he grabs her around the legs and yanks her under in repayment for the unexpected playful assault.
They tussle about below the surface as she tries to kick free of his grasp, but each time she manages, he grabs hold again. She comes up coughing and spluttering water.
Robin simply shrugs, reaching for her again.
She backs away from him.
He grins and prowls closer.
Regina raises a suspicious eyebrow and shakes her head. She lets him take hold of her but, deciding she'd rather flirt than play, she leans in close, and pulls his left ear lobe into her mouth, sucking gently.
Robin's body tenses in response, and although she can't hear it, she can feel vibrations from the moan that escapes him deep in his chest. When she lets go of his left ear lobe, and focuses on the right, intending to give it equal treatment, he turns her in his arms and lets his hands wander where they will. From her shoulders, they travel to her neck, and up to the base of her skull. While he fists one hand in her hair, he lets the fingers of his other hand skim lightly over the throbbing pulse point in her throat, and then trace the lines of her shoulder on their way back to her breast. When he presses the pad of his thumb into her peeked nipple, she arches into his touch.
Reaching around behind the both of them, she threats her fingers through his hair and nestles deeper into his embrace. When his attention to her breast becomes less gentle and more urgent, she turns her head for a kiss, and hums into it hungrily.
Their kiss is fervent and wet, and when Regina attempts to turn to face him, he surprises her by breaking the kiss. Before she has time to make any objection own, Robin sinks and disappears below the surface. Almost immediately, she can fill his hands bracketing her hips, but she doesn't expect the series of tiny flirtatious kisses starting deep in the small of her back and travelling up the length of her spine all the way to her hairline.
When his arms wind their way around her again, she leans into him, enjoying the feel of his chest against her shoulder blades. His calloused hands find and massage the tender slope of her belly, causing an already slow-burning ember to ignite. Regina takes one of his hands in hers, and gently nudges it, guiding him south. When he cups her sex in the palm of that hand, she spreads her legs, inviting more.
Robin knew he would find her warm and willing, but the intensity of the heat he finds already waiting there, makes him grit his teeth, swearing under his breath as he attempts to control his body's own immediate and extremely visceral response. He slides one finger in deep with no resistance at all, withdraws it, and quickly replaces it with two.
Regina bucks against his touch, and although he cannot hear it, he feels it when she cries out and he knows without asking that it's a cry of both satisfaction, and longing. She needs… she wants… more.
In haste, he moves her to the rocks. The first one they come to is too large and rises too far out of the water to be beneficial to them, but Regina is quick to spot one better suited and, still massaging her, Robin follows her lead, and wastes no time bending her over it. Trying not to behave half as selfishly as he feels, he forces himself to toy with her slippery clit until the first time she clamps down around his fingers. Then, even before he can withdraw, she is pulling them away. When he cups her hips between his hands, lifting them slightly, she presses down against the rock beneath her, lifting herself up and helping him along.
She knows he will try to start slowly, but she doesn't want that tonight. So, when she feels the swollen tip of his erection pressing in, she opens herself to him and thrusts backward, meeting him with force, letting him know.
The nearly nonexistent cord around Robin's self-restraint snaps violently, and he plows into her with increasing abandon. Regina meets his every thrust with one of her own. He knows he's grunting like a beast. He knows that if she's not crying out now, she soon will be. He knows that in this position, it is possible to over stimulate her, to push too far beyond pleasure into pain; and half of him prays that he stops before he gets there. The other half, the half that would sound like a wild animal if only she could hear him, doesn't care. Regina's walls clamp down around him too tightly, and he can't hold on. He comes, spilling into her repeatedly before she has the chance to go first, and he feels her unbridled response to his release. He cries out, loudly praising the gods for that response – it's more than enough to keep him going.
Writhing and screaming, Regina begins to lose control of her own body. As Robin rebounds, her hips begin to work of their own accord. Her inner muscles begin to clench and release, and she couldn't stop herself from responding even if she wanted to. Each time he tries to retreat, she pulls at him. Each time he thrusts, she relaxes and rises to meet him; spasm after spasm, over, and over, and over again, until the final one, the one that sends her headlong into bliss.
She doesn't remember trading places with him, but when the world reenters her field of focus, Robin is sprawled on his stomach on top of her rock, and she is lying stretched across his back like some smug, overly contented she-cat.
Lowering her lips to his ear, she asks, "Ready to go home yet?"
Shaking his head, Robin eases over onto his back, and wraps his arms around her body as he folds his legs over hers. In her ear, he says, "Not if it means I have to go back out there in the cold."
Regina wraps her arms around him, and meets his eyes as she mouths, "Don't let go!"
Aware of what's about to happen, Robin has just enough time to tighten his grip. Before he can even experience his usual unpleasant reaction to magical transportation, he finds himself home, naked beneath the sheets in their bed. Before he has time to speak, Regina is employing a different kind of magic; one that leaves both, their skin, and the bed linens completely dry. As he settles in, getting comfortable, she raises up on one elbow, and magically moves the fireplace screen, before relocating kindling and several nice size logs for fuel into the fireplace. She's a single spark away from ignition when Robin stops her, his hand clamping down onto her wrist.
Regina raises a curious eyebrow in the darkness.
"No fireballs in the house!" Robin recites his most fervently held rule.
For half of a second, Regina almost looks annoyed. Then, she shrugs and offers him a devious smile. "Fine then, that means you have to do it, because I am not getting out of this bed until well after the sun rises."
Robin tosses the blankets aside and rises to cross the room and light the fireplace. As he kneels before the hearth, he's vaguely aware of their open bedroom door swinging softly closed and locking courtesy of more magic. After the kindling catches, and the first tender flames start to crackle, he replaces the screen and turns to find his wife sitting up in bed with her elbows propped on her knees and watching his every move. Stopping in the middle of the room, he stands there, stark naked with his hands on his hips and backlit by firelight.
He challenges playfully, "And just what are you looking at?"
Regina shrugs. "The sexiest fire starter I've ever seen."
Robin slips back into bed. "I could say the same. You know… we left all of our clothes out there?"
Regina shrugs again. "I know. We left my panties at the office too. I think I remember seeing them laying on top of the fax machine. Don't care."
"Not even if somebody finds them?"
Shaking her head, she pulls him closer and whispers, "Not even."