Robin glossed over it about halfway through chapter 6 of Madam President, so I decided to expand it here from Regina's point of view. Let's see what her first birthday at the White House was like, shall we?
Also, happy Regina's Birthday to all! =)
The carrot cake is delicious. Spongy and moist and full of walnuts, just the way she likes it, smothered in the fluffiest cream cheese frosting she's ever tasted. She cannot get enough of it.
She ate two portions of it at lunch, is eating another one in bed now, the clock ticking closer and closer to eight o'clock. She's sprawled on her stomach atop the covers, Roland next to her digging into his own piece of cake, and they both look at each other and Mmm together at the soft, sweet goodness, then proceed to take another bite.
She should not be letting him consume such a large amount of sugar at this time of night, but it's her birthday, dammit, and she'll enjoy the last moments of it eating cake with her best friend, and watching Yzma and Kronk's evil plans fail hilariously on her TV screen.
Roland giggles loudly when the evil sorceress is accidentally turned into purple, helium-voiced cat, and Regina turns to watch him, takes in his adorable, bouncy curls, the lovely dimples that are so reminiscent of his father's, the gigantic smile that melts her heart. He is, quite literally, her favorite person in the world.
A knock on her door alerts her to Robin's presence, and she looks up to smirk at him and wave him in, winks when he walks inside and brandishes a tiny, horribly wrapped gift box as he makes his way to them.
"Daddy, can 'e build a wat'rpark o'tside like Kuzco an' Pacha?" Roland asks around a mouthful of cake.
"Swallow your food before you speak," Robin reminds him kindly, veering away from the subject by asking, "Is that cake you're eating?" in a stern tone.
"Regina let me!" The boy defends, and she smiles sheepishly at him, gestures to her own slice.
"We're being decadent tonight," she excuses as she gathers both plates and gets up to set them on the table out in the living area of the suite.
Robin watches her as she sits back on the bed, shakes his head with an amused grin, and then shows his son the little red box he's brought with him.
"Roland, shouldn't you be giving Regina her present?" he asks, and the boy perks up, snatches the box from his father and walks on his knees on the mattress towards her, presenting the small gift with a flourish.
"Happy majesty birthday, Regina!" he announces excitedly, making her chuckle even as she shakes her head at him fondly, turning to Robin before she speaks.
"This is your fault, you know," she admonishes. Ever since Roland overheard his father cheekily muttering a Happy birthday, your majesty to her this morning, the boy has been adding the word to the celebration, but as much as the nickname grates her, she can't be angry when he says it so sweetly, least of all when he's handing her a present, and she knows Robin knows that, which is probably why he's grinning so smugly at her, as if daring her to be the least bit annoyed.
"Open it! Open it!" Roland pushes, interrupting the silent conversation between both adults, and Regina beams at him, takes the box in her hands and rips the shiny red paper off. Inside is a bracelet, plastic white beads strung on an elastic thread that she stretches as she slides it over her wrist, extending her arm in front of her and turning her hand this way and that, admiring the piece.
"It's beautiful!" she tells him, "Thank you, Roland."
"I made it myself!" he says, puffing out his chest proudly.
"Did you?! That's wonderful! I didn't know you could do that," she says, humoring him.
"Well," Roland replies, deflating slightly, "Ashley helped, but I did most of it!"
"It's gorgeous, sweetheart, I love it," Regina replies, taking another look at the bracelet. It's nothing trendy by red carpet standards, will probably be considered a little outdated and cheap when she wears it in public and fashion blogs start picking apart every piece of her outfit, but she could not care less about that. Roland made this for her, that makes it the most special piece of jewelry she owns.
"Alright, son, it's time to go, say goodnight to Regina," she hears Robin say, and the little boy groans, asking for five more minutes, even venturing the possibility of staying overnight again.
"Oh, no, don't you start," Robin halts him with a chuckle, "you stayed over last night and played video games until after your bedtime, that's more than enough. Besides, you promised Ashley you'd spend the night in your room tonight, remember?"
Roland pouts, and it makes Regina look at Robin pleadingly, but he shakes his head minutely, waiting for his son to finish huffing and climbing down from the bed.
"Excuse me, young man," she stops him before he reaches his father, "aren't you forgetting something?"
It takes him a second, but when Regina taps her nose, he remembers, beams as he steps closer and drops a kiss to the tip of it, waiting for her to return the gesture with a kiss of her own before he walks to the door, his mood considerably brighter as he wishes her good dreams and grabs onto Robin's hand.
"You, too, honey, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" she tells him, grinning when he nods enthusiastically and both her boys walk out the door together.
Robin comes back an hour later, through the hidden passageway rather than her door this time, and what a sight he is, walking into her room with disheveled hair, soft, gray cotton lounge pants and white tank top hugging his muscles instead of the stiff fabric of his uniform.
"You're mean," she tells him, pouting as he climbs on the bed and sits just behind her, one leg on either side of her as she rests her back against his chest, his own back leaning against the headboard.
"Why?" he asks after kissing the back of her neck.
"He wanted to stay."
"Ashley needs to get him ready early tomorrow, so they can go to that botanical garden across town, it was just easier for him to stay in his own room tonight," he explains, his voice rich like honey as he adds, "besides, tonight is my turn at a sleepover with the birthday girl."
Regina smiles, leaning back a little further into him, tilting her head to the side so that his lips can catch the skin of her shoulder and drag up her neck, until he reaches her jaw and lands a brief peck there, and another on her cheek.
"Happy birthday, my love," he rasps into her ear.
"You've said that like ten times today," she taunts, "and you've yet to give me a present."
"Ah, yes, well, I'm afraid mine will come up short after Roland's stellar handmade masterpiece."
"Of course it will, my best friend gives the best birthday gifts, but that doesn't mean you're off the hook. Now where is it?" Regina demands, gasping when Robin actually places a small, black velvet jewelry box in her palm.
"Wait, you actually got me something?" she asks, baffled, "I thought..."
"What did you think?" he prods when she trails off, and she shakes her head, embarrassed.
"Honestly? I just thought you'd go down on me and then go get me more carrot cake," she admits, half mortified, half amused. Robin laughs.
"Well, if you must know, Madam President, I do plan on doing both of those things," he murmurs seductively, "but I wanted to give you this first."
She takes the box from him, her fingers trembling as they pry it open carefully. Inside is a set of stud diamond earrings, simple and elegant and gorgeous, the stones catching the light from her bedside lamp, shining like tiny stars in the semi-darkness of her bedroom.
"Oh, Robin," she says in a shaky whisper, "they're perfect."
"I realized the other day that I've never given you diamonds. Your first birthday as president seemed as good an occasion as any to start," he murmurs against her shoulder, kissing it before he rests his chin there, staring at the jewels still glinting inside their cushioned box.
"I love them," Regina tells him, her voice breaking, overwhelmed as she is with gratitude for his beautiful gesture. "Thank you."
She turns her head to the side to find his lips with hers, kisses him slowly and deeply, moaning low in her throat at the heady exchange, reveling in the way their breaths mingle when they take a break to simply look at each other, how his hand cradles her face, thumb caressing her cheeks as his eyes close and his mouth meets hers again.
Regina places her new earrings and bracelet on the bedside table, gets rid of her pajamas and underwear, and then enjoys the blissful experience that is Robin making good on his promises. He sucks at one nipple, then trails a lazy path with his tongue to the other, taking it between his lips and giving it a gentle graze of his teeth before he continues downward, tasting her body and making her squirm as he goes.
He licks slowly at first, mere passes over her flesh, barely touching her clit, until she's writhing on the bed, her state going from lazy and relaxed to riled up and needy in the span of mere minutes.
He picks up the pace, finally laps at her entrance before pushing one and two and three fingers in, thrusting faster and faster the more she cries out. His mouth is relentless on her clit, sucking and kissing and licking the sensitive nub until she's moaning his name.
She comes twice on his tongue, is left boneless and spent on the bed as he laves his tongue over her clit one more time and then moves away, walking to the living area of the presidential suite and returning with a small tray full of carrot cake. They eat together, feeding bits of cake to each other and laughing when the frosting ends up dotted on cheeks and noses, gentle lips kissing it off before they rearrange themselves on their sides on the bed, legs tangled under the covers, his arm wrapped around her as he presses his clothed chest to her naked back, landing another kiss on her neck, one more on her shoulder, a raspy Good night, birthday girl murmured into her skin before they both begin to drift off.
"Thank you for making it so special," she whispers into the night, thinking he's probably already too deep in his slumber to hear her, but the lazy squeeze of his arm around her middle tells her he's listening. She brings his hand to her lips, kisses his knuckles and places it back over her stomach, relaxing into the soft sheets.
"You should make a wish before your day's over," Robin mumbles into her hair, and Regina smiles, marveling at her luck for having found him, this smart, handsome, wonderful man who gives her carrot cake and diamonds and orgasms for her birthday, who supports and understands her, loves her, who holds and protects her heart like it's his most prized possession...
His breathing deepens, relaxes, and she lets its slow, steady rhythm lull her to sleep without ever making that wish.
She's already got everything she needs.
