Prompt: Regina prepares a special dinner and evening for Robin after a long week working with the VP out of state.


He's barely been gone for three days, and Regina has never missed him more.

They've spent longer than this apart from each other, but usually she's the one who travels, and she's so busy during her trips that she doesn't have nearly as much time to miss him as she does now. She wonders if this is how he feels whenever she has to go away on official presidential business.

How he survives it, she'll never know.

She's so used to having him by her side at all times, and she knows it was necessary, that when the UK ambassador to the UN specifically requests that you join the Vice President for their meetings, you can't refuse him, but the fact that Robin is all the way in New York makes her ache regardless.

Roland is as bummed as she is, spends his mornings in school and his afternoons with Ashley, having dinner with Regina almost every night and nearly always discussing how much he misses his daddy.

On the day of his arrival, after a full week out of state, she decides to welcome him home with dinner and something sexy he can strip right off of her, texts him from her old phone to let him know she'll meet him in the bedroom, and he immediately replies with some very naughty insinuations, making her grin and text back a cheeky reply.

RL: The bedroom, huh? Got something special for me, Madam President?

RM: Guess you'll just have to come up here and see.

RL: I'm starving.

RM: No worries, I've got dinner, too. x

RL: I wasn't talking about food ;) Be home soon, love.

She blushes with his last message, her thighs squeezing together in anticipation.

It's a very difficult task to buy sexy underwear when you're the President of the United States, and as close as she's become with her stylist, this isn't a favor she can ask of Ruby, so instead, she rummages through the countless bags of new clothes the brunette brings her to try on every week (not that Regina ever gets around to it), and lucky her, there's a giant bag from La Perla hidden under all the Versace and Dolce & Gabbana (Ruby has categorized her purchases by country, with all the Italian designers on one end, the French on another, and the Americans right in the middle).

She doesn't find much in the bag. There's about a dozen of the store's signature boxes, all containing underwear that looks cute and comfy, but Regina doesn't want to look cute and comfy tonight. As she opens the very last box, though, her troubles are over. There, under the off-white tissue paper, is a lace slip, black and sheer and tight, exactly what she needs.

When Robin finally enters the bedroom, immediately dumping his bag and jacket on the chair by the door, Regina's on the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she pushes herself up straight enough for him to take in the sight of her.

She's wearing the slip, with absolutely nothing underneath, and she gives herself a mental pat on the back when Robin groans and stalks over to her, his hands immediately grasping her waist and pressing her fiercely against him.

"God, I missed you," he says against her lips before he kisses her, tongues meeting almost immediately.

"I missed you, too," she breathes into emptiness when he ducks down to lick and suck at her neck, her head lolling back as she lets him devour her.

"You look amazing," he tells her, mouth covering her breast and teasing a nipple with his tongue over the lace, hands dipping under and pulling the fabric up her thighs as he goes, but she stops him right there, because if she lets him continue, he'll make this about her, and that's not her plan for the night.

Robin lands on the bed with a thud as she pushes him, and then she slowly crawls up his body, pressing herself close, dragging her breasts over his chest as his hands run up her back and down to her ass, groping and kneading when she leans in and kisses him again, deep and slow, his satisfied moan making her flush with warmth as she rolls her hips over his, feels his cock hardening at the action.

"I've been dreaming about this all week," she confesses, making him chuckle as his grip on her tightens, guiding her so that her clit is pressed right against the tip of his cock over his clothes.

"Did you, now?" Robin asks, "And what exactly did you dream about? Tell me."

He likes it when she talks, when she describes what she wants to do to him and how, but truth be told, Regina has always been shy about saying those things out loud. She's texted them to him, though, more so over the past few days, when he wasn't there to keep her warm at night.

"How about I show you instead?" she ventures, teeth catching his earlobe, her tongue tracing a line over his jaw right after, until she reaches his mouth again and licks at his upper lip in that way that makes him grunt and thrust against her.

As expected, that's exactly what he does, exhales her name as he bucks his hips into hers, his skin warm and dewy and salty where she tastes it, her teeth grazing his pulse as she blindly starts to undo the buttons of his shirt.

He gasps, writhes under her, and she has missed this so much, the way she can rile him up so easily, seeing how much he wants her...

"You are never leaving my side again," she jokingly commands, and he whispers back an answer that makes her grin.

"As you wish, Madam President."

His pants are next to go, Regina fumbling with the belt, button and zipper until she's able to free him from it, his cock semi-hard as it springs free of its confines, the tip grazing her lips with the movement, and just that one split second of contact has Robin groaning, closing his eyes and fisting his hands in the sheets. He's a little on the larger side, and thick, so Regina always has to work up to taking him in her mouth completely, teases him a little, first.

She takes him in hand, applies the slightest hint of pressure, and watches as he unravels beneath her, exhaling a harsh Fuck! that makes her feel sexy, hot, incredible.

She scoots down, then, far enough on the bed that she's settled between his legs, the tip of her nose skimming his shaft as her tongue follows, until she swirls it around his tip and then wraps her lips around it, sucking hard and without warning, surprising him and delighting in the choked "Oh, god!" he utters as she continues, very slowly taking him in deeper and deeper, until her lips reach his base and the tip of him hits the back of her throat, making her swallow reflexively around him, sucking again, soaking him in her spit as she starts to slowly back away, releasing him.

His hand is now in her hair, tugging and scratching affectionately as he watches her, and her eyes do not leave his, intent as they are on taking in his every reaction, his every moan and gasp as she bobs her head up and down, up and down, swirling her tongue around him when she releases him once more and then licking away the little bead of precum at the tip, giving him an evil little smirk, one that has him closing his eyes and smacking his head back against the pillows.

"Fuck, you're so sexy, my love," he rasps, rolling his hips slightly, wordlessly asking her to keep going, and she's all too happy to comply, loves the way he completely surrenders to her. It makes her feel powerful in a way nothing else ever has, which is saying something considering her current job.

"That's it, love, that's it," Robin urges as she takes him in her mouth again, her hand pumping at his base while she sucks his tip, and "god, your mouth is a wonder," he tells her, a few grunts escaping him when she goes all the way down again.

Regina Mmms around him, basks in the rapid circling of his hips when she does, and slurps and licks when he bobs out of her mouth again, his tip bouncing against her lips as she looks up at him.

"Shit!" he gasps when she licks her way up and around his tip, "Yesss, just like that, jus- ah!" he's turning into an incoherent mess as she wraps her lips around his hard length again, and she loves it, revels in it, in the primal sounds bubbling out of him, sucks harder to elicit more, and he's no longer talking, rather breathing heavily as he keeps a hand on her hair, tugging and releasing, tugging and releasing, nails scraping gently, deliciously against her scalp, and then she feels him trying to push her head back, breathing her name and urging her to wait.

"If you keep going, I may not last long enough t-" he starts, but she's shaking her head, already shutting up his bashful admission.

"We have all night, babe," she assures him, "and I want you to come while I do this."

"Are you sure?" he asks, then hisses when she pulls back his foreskin and licks at the ridge at his tip, sucking it into her mouth hard as she looks up at him through her lashes.

It seems her actions answer his question, and he's fighting so hard to keep his eyes open, to not let them roll back in ecstasy just so he can continue watching her as she sucks him, hollowing out her cheeks as she moves her mouth up and down on his shaft, releasing him, warm and glistening, and muttering a "Tell me how it feels," before going in again, coating him in her spit as she circles her tongue around him inside her mouth.

"Amazing," Robin answers, "warm and wet and- mmh!- perfect..."

He trails off on a moan, jerks his hips into her mouth as she keeps sucking, hard, tongue teasing his foreskin as she pulls back and grasps him in hand, trails a line of kisses down to the base and back up, then brings him into her mouth again, sucking fast and hard until he's screaming her name amidst curses, his hand clutching and relaxing in her hair.

"I... I- oh, fuck! come here, my love, I need to kiss you," he begs, making her stop her current actions before she crawls up his body, letting Robin's hands guide her until she's positioned just above him, her poor excuse of a dress rucking up to her waist with the movement, fabric wedging between them as she presses herself close, sliding wetly over his cock as he palms her breasts and kneads the gentle swells.

Her mouth is sloppy and wet from its sinful activities down below, but that's no obstacle for Robin. In fact, it's quite the opposite, seems to turn him on even more as his lips take hers fiercely, tongue tangling eagerly with hers for long seconds of hot kisses before he stops for a beat, then lifts her a little and buries his face in her breasts, finding one nipple and sucking it hard over the lace until it's pert and slick, then moves to the other to do the same, and Regina begins to rock her hips a little faster, feeling the very tip of his cock graze the sensitive skin of her inner thigh on every pass.

"Mmm," he moans, "more... please, Regina... your mouth, I..." he mumbles, and she starts moving down again to continue what she'd been doing, indulging in a few seconds of his lips and his tongue before she continues, sucking kisses down his chest and stomach, until her mouth finds and wraps around his cock again, taking up the suction and rhythm that had him squirming under her just minutes ago.

It doesn't take him long to be groaning and grunting again, jerking his hips when the tips of her hair ghost over the sensitive skin there, his fingers burying themselves in her tresses again as he watches her, licking his lips and biting the bottom one when she gives him a smile with his cock still in her mouth.

Regina focuses on the task at hand, licking and sucking halfway down his shaft in quick passes, and then, when his breathing is shallow and hurried, she takes him in all the way, deep and without warning.

"Oh, fuuuuuck," he utters as she does, his eyes closing despite his best efforts to keep them open and on her, but Regina keeps her own gaze on him regardless, watching him come apart under her attentions.

She does it again, swallows around him to take him in as deep as she can go, but she does it a bit too fast this time, and her gag reflex acts up, her eyes watering as she chokes a little, and Robin's hand on her hair starts rubbing soothingly at the back of her neck, pushes her hair aside so he can see her face better, pushing her away a bit so that his cock slowly leaves her mouth, giving her a minute to breathe and relax.

"Alright?" he asks, his voice low and raspy. Regina nods, smiles at him, and then gives him a few lazy strokes with her hand as she licks his tip, allowing herself a moment's rest.

The slight lines of worry on his face after her little mishap disappear when she resumes her activities, sucking at him again, her hand grabbing him and pumping in time with the bobbing of her head, mouth dripping wetly onto his base as she keeps at it, moaning around him and watching, fascinated, as he unravels.

"I'm- Ah! I'm gonna... Oh, fuck!"

He comes with warm spurts into her mouth, and she swallows every last drop, giving him one final lick as he pops out of her lips and taking him in hand, gently stroking him to prolong the sensations, until he's spent and jelly-like on her bed, with barely the energy to move his hand to beckon her to him.

She gives him a little chuckle, then moves back up his body, letting him wrap his heavy arms around her and roll them over, so that they're on their sides facing each other, his lazy smile matching hers as her fingers ghost over his face, her legs tangled with his.

"Welcome home," she tells him, and they laugh together, his usual hearty rumble reduced to a tired, breathy thing that washes over her warmly, the softness of it matching the dull glow of her bedside lamp, the smooth texture of the sheets beneath them.

"I missed you," he says again, an easy smile on his lips as he kisses her, sweet and lingering.

"Mmm," Regina says when they part, "I missed you, too."

His stomach chooses that moment to grumble, and he grins guiltily at her, but Regina is already rising from the bed, fixing her skimpy slip over her waist as she walks out to the living area and takes out the two plates of food she'd had Granny place in her mini fridge earlier that day, removing the plastic wrap from the selection of cheeses and cold cuts and bringing the plates back with her, depositing them on the night table and going back out to grab the grapes and the wine.

They set up a bit of a naked picnic on the floor, their bodies half-wrapped in a blanket while they feed one another bits of cheese and meat and snuggle lazily into each other, Robin pouring the wine as they discuss his trip.

He takes care of clearing everything when they're done, while Regina waits for him in the bed, and when he walks back into the room and sees her there, he stops, stares.

"Something the matter?" she asks, and Robin shakes his head, keeps looking at her as he answers.

"You're exquisite," he tells her, and climbs up on the bed beside her, his hand running down her body over the lacy fabric still covering her, until he reaches the hem and starts pulling it up, making her giggle.

"What are you doing?"

"I told you, I'm starving," he answers, winking before he buries his head between her thighs...