Based off this Tumblr prompt: MP verse Robin and Regina join the Mile High Club on Air Force One.
There are too many things that are wrong with what she's doing right now. Far too many things.
She shouldn't be doing it, for one, let alone in such closed quarters, and yes, Air Force One might have dozens of corridors and rooms, and half the plane might be for her leisure, with no one else having access to the area unless she grants it, but it's still risky —very risky— to be fucking your boyfriend on the same plane you share with the entire White House press corps.
Poor Elsa will be scarred for life if they get caught and she has to address it in her briefings.
"Robin," she rasps, finding it difficult to speak when his mouth is sucking her nipple just like that.
"Yes, my love?" he asks, lips tickling the skin he's just left wet and warm in his wake.
They're inside the president's quarters, in her room to be exact. It's Robin's first time aboard Air Force One, and Regina had been eager to show him around. She'd also figured they should take advantage of her room being the only one with a bed, and use it to occupy their time during their fourteen hour flight to Tokyo.
Not that they're using the bed at all, since her dashing fiance had decided to press her against the wall at the very end of the room and ravish her before reaching the firm mattress and soft cushions.
They really can't do this here.
"We can't do this here," she tells him, but her command sounds weak even to her own ears, and Robin only smirks, tongue mischievously peeking out of his mouth to lick at her nipple again, and she's so sensitive that the action makes her shiver as frissons of pleasure shoot through her.
"Oh, I believe we can," he counters, and she can see it all over his face, the smug satisfaction it gives him to know that she's at his complete mercy. And damn, if it doesn't turn her on even more.
They've been at this for almost twenty minutes now, wildly making out and touching and teasing each other. She's naked but for the lacy black-and-purple bra Robin hasn't finished removing, the cups shoved haphazardly to the sides while he feasts on her breasts.
His mouth is sucking on one nipple and then the other, hands cupping and kneading as he bends his face forward and kisses whatever he can reach of her, her breath hitching when he bites playfully at the round swells, then moves back to give more sucking kisses to her nipples. Her back arches as she basks in the sensation.
"We can't," she tries to protest, but she's moaning even as she says it, her hips rolling against his, her sex wet and ready against his hardness over the fabric of his trousers.
"This was your idea," he reminds her, adds a little pout for good measure, and Regina can't help the little laugh that bubbles out of her at the sight of him, swollen lower lip jutting out as he gives her those puppy dog eyes that almost always get her to do his bidding.
"Clearly I didn't think it through," she admits. "It's too risky. Someone could hear us."
"Then I suppose you'll have to be quiet, Madam President..." he trails off, and her eyes widen when he adds, "and I shall endeavor to make that as difficult as possible."
"Oh, god," she husks, threading her fingers in his hair and pulling slightly, her head landing back against the wall with a dull bump. She feels his lips trailing a line of kisses down her stomach, lingering just under her belly button, his hands coasting down her sides until they come to rest at her thighs. He squeezes one of them gently, requesting that she open for him.
Regina does, her protests forgotten as he kneels before her and hooks one of her knees over his shoulder. Robin keeps her other leg on the floor, steady, her stance wide enough to expose her to his hungry gaze.
He licks his lips as he looks at her, free hand moving to stroke through the wetness of her as he licks his lips again, and the sight of it has her squirming, groaning his name in desperation.
"Eager, are we?" he jokes, but his eyes are dark and full of desire when they look back up at her, and she gently thrusts her hips forward, silently begging for his mouth.
Thankfully, he doesn't draw it out, doesn't torture her like he sometimes likes to do, but instead dives right in, closing his lips around her clit and sucking as he lets one finger push into her.
"God, yes!" she moans as he eats her, her hips rolling and rolling against his face as he thrusts that finger faster, deeper, his lips sucking, tongue licking and licking. Regina has to fight the urge to scream his name and beg him to make her come.
Robin gives a loud Mmm and sucks harder, the hand holding her thigh moving to press flat against her belly, keeping her anchored to the wall while his relentless mouth is on her. The leg she has hooked over his shoulder jerks against him on a particularly sharp thrust of his fingers inside her (there are two now, pulsing and hitting that spot inside her over and over again), and Regina bites her lip to keep from crying out. It's that deep, strong thrusting that has her writhing, her hands clawing at the wall behind her as she swallows heavily and gasps out her pleasure.
She comes with a strangled moan of his name, one that has him smiling against her clit. Smug bastard.
His fingers are still inside her, but they slow in their attentions as she rides the wave of her orgasm, coaxing her down from her incredible high. He's looking up at her, taking in the state of her, sweaty and disheveled and with her bra askew, and she can see the raw desire in his eyes, can feel it in his touch as it almost scorches her flesh.
"You're stunning," he tells her, "I so love watching you come."
Regina knows that, knows he enjoys the sounds she makes, the way her body moves and how her face changes as she finds that blissful peak. It's a mutual thing, she loves watching him, too, loves that primal look on his face when he takes her hard and fast, and that's exactly what she wants right now.
Robin is standing up before her, lips swollen and tongue tasting of her when she kisses him sloppily. His hands caress her body, rid her of her bra at last, then move back over her skin, touching her just because he can, just because he likes it.
She divests him of his clothes wordlessly, takes him in hand before he's even stepped out of his pants as they puddle on the floor.
"I want you inside me," Regina says then, stroking and biting the tip of her tongue as she grins in smug satisfaction. He's grunting, inadvertently thrusting into her hand, his breath whooshing out of him when her thumb presses against his tip and spreads the drop of precum she finds there.
And just like that, she has turned the tables on him, and it's Robin who has to fight to keep quiet now.
"The bed... we... let's... oh, fuck!... I want... just... shit," he moans loudly as she licks her way up his chest, hand pumping him and applying enough pressure to drive him crazy.
She sucks at his pulse point and moves up, up, up, peppering kisses until she reaches the back of his ear, nips the lobe in that way he likes so much, and then moves back down his jawline and to his mouth, sinking her teeth into his bottom lip and pulling, releasing and licking it to soothe when he hisses at the pain.
"No bed," she tells him, answering his earlier ramblings. "I want you to fuck me hard against this wall, Robin."
He groans at that, his forehead settling against hers, noses bumping together before he kisses her fiercely, tongue wild against hers and hands grasping her hips to pull her closer, her own hand falling from his cock and moving up to bury her fingers in his hair and tug.
They're pressed together as close as can be, his tip nudging her navel, and it's all warm and slick and delicious as her skin slides against his, her arms looping around his shoulders when he suddenly grabs and lifts her, pushing her back against the wall for leverage, shifting them so she can wrap her legs around his waist.
When he's made sure she can hold herself up comfortably, one of his hands lets go of her and grabs his cock, positioning it right against her slit, and then he's inside her in one smooth thrust. Buried to the hilt as she lets out a scream of pleasure, one that would surely be heard outside this room if the staff were there, instead of up on the first floor going over the schedule for their visit to Tokyo, like Robin had conveniently instructed them to do before joining her here.
He's moving now, in and out of her in quick, sharp raps that have her bouncing and hitting the wall behind her repeatedly, her arousal climbing higher and higher, until she feels her body building up toward that peak again, her hips circling against his as she pushes back against the wall for purchase.
"You're so wet, my love," Robin murmurs, his mouth hovering over hers, warm breath tickling her chin.
"For you," she gasps back, "always for you. You feel so... yesss, like that!" she exclaims when a shift of his weight from one foot to the other has him working at a slightly different angle, has him hitting her G-spot more firmly.
"There?" he asks on the next thrust, and Regina nods frantically.
"Yes! Don't stop, don't stop," she begs, reveling in the coil of pure ecstasy that keeps winding and winding inside her, tighter and tighter as Robin keeps going, his hips slapping against hers as he bucks harder into her.
"Can you come again like this?" he asks, and, "Are you close?"
She nods again, answers both of his questions with a whimper of Harder that she muffles against his mouth when she kisses him messily, tongues tasting and tangling passionately.
"Let go, beautiful, I want to see your face as you come all over my cock," he gasps, and god, he needs to shut up. She'll scream so loud, she'll alert the entire plane to what they're doing if he doesn't shut up right now.
"You're fucking glorious, you know that?" he keeps it up, mutters naughty, wonderful things about how good she feels, how hard it gets him to see her all riled up like this, and their breaths mingle as he continues moving in and out of her, hard and deep and perfect.
"God, yes, just like that," he shouts when she rolls her hips faster, meeting his fervent thrusts with wild ones of her own. "Keep going... Ngh!... Fuck me, Regina."
She tightens her hold on his shoulders, pushes away from the wall and hangs onto his neck as she bounces on him, the change in position awarding her a strangled moan from Robin as he helps her bob up and down on his cock. And then he's slamming her against the wall again, perching her there so he can move one hand down from her waist to her clit and rub his thumb over it, his teeth pulling at her bottom lip just as she did to him earlier.
"Oh, god!" she rasps into his mouth, "I'm gonna... I love... fuck, yes! Right there," she urges when he pushes harder into her, lands a strong hit on that spot that makes her see stars.
Robin doesn't need more direction, makes sure to hit it again, and again, his thumb on her clit going faster, until she's coming and gasping and crying out, closed quarters be damned.
Regina hasn't even started to come down from her high when he spills inside her, the strained set of his jaw loosening as he relaxes against her. A couple of involuntary, erratic thrusts as he comes ignite echoes from her own orgasm, making her hum as she slumps against him, her arms holding tight as he gropes her rear and moves them away from the wall.
They finally use the bed, collapsing on it in tangled limbs, and then Robin is gathering her in his arms, bringing her close and kissing her softly, languidly, a total contrast from the fast, hard stint they just had.
When they part, he gives her an impish smile, the one he gets when he's got something ridiculous on his mind.
"What?" she asks, clearing her throat when her voice comes out scratchy.
"We just joined the Mile High Club," he whispers conspiratorially, and Regina giggles.
"I suppose we did... on Air Force One, no less," she adds.
"God bless America," he quips, making her roll her eyes even as she grins at him.
"I love you," he tells her then, his eyes droopy and his voice low, one finger traveling down the bridge of her nose, then swirling around a lock of her hair.
"I love you, too," Regina says tenderly, cuddling closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder, kissing his chest just before they both fall asleep, lulled by the dull rumbling of the plane engines.
When they land in Tokyo, Robin smirks at her, winks as they walk side by side on the tarmac, and tells her he can't wait for the flight home.
