I got a lot (A LOT) of requests to do the wedding/wedding night, and after that terrible season finale and the mess OUAT has turned into lately, I feel we all deserve a little smutty fluff, don't we?


In the history of the United States, only three presidents have married while in office. Out of those three, Grover Cleveland is the only one to have wed at the White House, back in 1886. His bride was 28 years his junior and the daughter of one of his closest friends.

It is said Cleveland took an interest in his bride from the second she was born, and doted on her as she grew up. He was even appointed manager of her estate when her father died, granting him control of her assets for most of her life. Regina cannot attest to whether the relationship was a healthy one or not, but the whole thing just screams child grooming to her, and she's loathe to have a wedding that the media will inevitably compare to that affair.

So no, she decides, she won't be getting married at the White House, and she makes sure to strike that possibility off the table when Robin suggests it to her, explaining her reasoning.

He's understanding, kind and wonderful as always, kisses her as he agrees with her decision, and laughs when she exhales in relief. He then insists that it's her day, she can do as she pleases, no need to worry over him.

"It's your wedding, too, though," she protests in a murmur, almost whining as he hugs her and plants a kiss on the top of her head. They should go down to dinner soon, Roland is waiting, but she finds she quite likes this little bit of time to themselves, secluded as they are by the oval office doors and its lack of cameras, which gives them enough privacy to discuss these matters without being watched or interrupted.

"My only wish as the groom," Robin teases, pushing away from her to look into her eyes, mirth shining among the blue of his, "is that my stunning bride shows up."

She laughs, shakes her head and rests a hand on his chest, never breaking eye contact as she tells him, "Wouldn't miss it for the world."


They get married on a private ceremony in David's private country estate in Connecticut, almost a year after Robin proposes, with only close friends and some of the staff to witness their union. Security is so tight that no one manages to get a picture except for the photographer they've hired, who coincidentally happens to be Elsa's sister, Anna, a quirky young girl with a good eye for capturing fun, candid shots and romantic moments.

Regina's dress is somewhat understated, but perfect. The skirt is long and flowy organza that practically floats as she walks, the airiness of it making her feel like a princess despite the simplicity of the design. The bodice is made of lace, sleeveless and sheer at the chest and back, showing her skin under the delicate flower applique, and held together by a vertical row of little white buttons that goes all the way down into the skirt, ending just below the same flowery embroidery that stems from the bodice and bleeds onto the waist. She wears her hair up, braided and twisted into a loose bun that rests at her nape, a few curled tendrils framing her face. Her makeup is light and soft, and Regina feels natural, beautiful.

She smiles —beams, really—, Roland's hand grasped tightly in hers as he walks her down the aisle that's been set up outside, with garlands of wisteria hanging from the wooden arches above them, creating a thick, gorgeous canopy of the little purple flowers, and Robin bounces on the balls of his feet as he watches her, too impatient for her to reach him to stay still.

They say the traditional vows, their own saved for later, when the evening is over and they're alone in bed, gasping and moaning in each other's arms. They have the main house for the night, everyone else is settled into the several guest houses within the estate, and Regina mentally thanks Mary Margaret again for having the brilliant idea of giving them a night to themselves before going back to reality (a honeymoon isn't really an option, not when you're the president of the most powerful country in the world, and have about a trillion things to attend to).

The reception is held under a giant white tent, in a lovely meadow just a few steps from the house, with delicious food and plenty of champagne to go around. Everything is warm and full of light despite it being not-yet spring, and the melodic tunes played by the band near the dance floor mark their steps as her husband twirls her around and then brings her in against him, grinning into her mouth as he kisses her whenever she's close enough. Roland interrupts them, though, asks for an official dance with his mother (he calls her Mommy now, has been doing so for the past few months, and it still makes tears spring to her eyes, makes her hug him so tight he has to beg her between giggles to let go).

She spins around with her little boy in her arms, laughs when he yells for her to go faster, and it all feels so right, so perfect, like this has always been the way they were meant to end up, mother and child connected by love, if not by blood.

Robin watches from where he dances with Ashley and smiles, never faltering in his steps as he shifts closer to them, dragging his dancing partner along and making Regina laugh at his obvious intentions.

"Can I have my wife back, please?" he asks his son, and Roland pretends to consider it, taps his chin and juts out his bottom lip in an expression so much like his father's that it makes Regina giggle into the boy's shoulder, her hands tightening their hold on him as she lifts him up a bit, readjusting to perch him on her hip as they talk.

"Roland," Ashley warns. Suddenly he laughs, nods his head at Robin, and then squirms to get down, taking his nanny's hand and going in search for food, while she and Robin are left to dance together again. Regina's arms loop around his neck while his wrap around her waist, foreheads touching as they move slowly, despite the upbeat rhythm of the song currently playing.

They're exhausted when they finally head up to the bedroom later that night, Roland and Ashley having departed for the little cabin just next door with Ruby and Belle hours ago, the boy too tired to keep his eyes open.

Regina reaches the room first, opens the door and gasps, Robin stopping abruptly just behind her.

It's beautiful, spacious, with matte hardwood floors covered largely by a lovely brown rug with a beige and blue flower pattern. A cushy, beige chair and ottoman rest in the far corner, with a light blue throw draped over it to match the flowers on the carpet.

There are flowers on the bedside tables and vanity, and a large canopy bed sits in the middle of it all, with beige gossamer curtains hanging from the wooden structure, billowing slowly back and forth with the wind coming in through the French doors, left half-open to showcase the terrace.

Outside, they can take in the view of the vast, empty countryside that stretches beyond the house, moonlight trickling in and giving the whole room an ethereal sort of glow, as it plays with the yellowy gleam of the squat little candles placed in every possible surface.

This has to be Ruby's handiwork, Regina is sure of it, makes a mental note to thank her friend tomorrow... and then Robin's hand is on her waist, and nothing exists but the two of them.

"Quite nice, isn't it?" he whispers in her ear, and she nods, leans back into his chest, his hands wrapping low around her stomach, lips landing a soft kiss on her neck.

"Shall we, Mrs. Locksley?" he says then, and Regina smiles.

She's keeping her name, for political reasons, mostly, but she's keeping it, and Robin doesn't seem to mind. They've discussed it plenty of times before, and he's agreed that it's best for her image with the public to remain President Mills, but it hasn't stopped him from calling her Mrs. Locksley whenever they're alone. Regina has to admit that she likes it, likes feeling his, likes that he's turned this into a little game that makes her blush and grin and want him.

She steps inside, with Robin trailing behind her as he shuts the door, locks it for good measure, and then the reality of what this is hits her. Her eyes well up with tears of happiness when he walks towards her, cradles her cheek in his hand and leans in slowly to kiss her.

"I love you," she breathes, because above everything else, that is what tonight is about.

"As I love you," he returns in the same low voice. That hand on her cheek caresses its way over her neck now, to her shoulder, down her arm, until he can grasp her fingers and bring them to his lips, laying a kiss on her knuckles before he pulls her along and walks them to the bed.

"Who goes first?" she asks just before the backs of her knees hit the mattress. Robin stops, stares at her for a moment, one finger trailing down the front of her gown. They've left their shoes at the door, are standing barefoot and needy by the curtains of the bed, and he smiles, says he should go first, and then kisses his vows into her body.

"You are incredible," he starts, bussing her lips. "Stunning in every way," a kiss on her bare shoulder, "and I am so lucky that you chose me."

His words are whispered now, with kisses peppered in between them. Regina can feel her skin warming up, moans softly when his hand starts to trail up her thigh, dragging the fabric of her dress with it, his mouth still kissing, still talking.

"I firmly believe it was written in the stars," he murmurs before kissing her neck, and she'd laugh at how silly that is, if he hadn't followed it with, "that you and I would end up here," another kiss, "that I would know your heart, and you would own mine."

He pulls away at that, looks into her eyes, and her breathing is shallow, labored, her thighs rubbing together at the wetness already forming between them. But he's not done, and his eyes shine with mischief and happiness as he turns her, until his lips are at her nape, just under the pins that hold her braided bun together, his hand fiddling with the first button at the very top of her dress.

"I love and admire everything about you, Regina," he tells her when that pesky first button is finally undone. And then he proceeds to whisper his favorite traits with every button he pops open.

"Your unrelenting courage," he says, kissing her skin as it's revealed to him from under the lace. "The way you love and care for Roland, your eyes and the way they look at me, your lips..."

More and more buttons are opened as he kisses and whispers his way down her back.

"I love your strength, your brilliant mind, your bravery," he says, pressing three more sweet pecks into her back as he sinks to his knees behind her. "I love you for trusting me to give you pleasure, love your body and how it reacts to my touch. The little breathy whimper that always escapes you when I kiss you."

That breathy whimper bubbles out of her when the next kiss he plants on her lingers, his lips sucking a little at the skin of her lower back.

"Yes, like that," he moans, straying from his task for a moment when she circles her hips back against him. His face is pressed against the small of her back as he tastes her, nips at her, his hands getting a little too eager and pulling harshly at the fabric, the last few buttons popping loose and raining on the carpet at their feet.

"You've just ripped my very expensive dress," she chastises, but her tone is low, needy, and her chiding loses its effect.

"Apologies, your majesty," he quips, still kneeling behind her, hands turning her and pushing at her legs so that she lands on the mattress. His eyes are mischievous and dark as he ducks his head under said expensive dress, hands shoving organza out of his path until she feels the tip of his nose against her thigh.

"Oh, fuck," she hears him mumble, and she smiles smugly, knowing he's just caught sight of the little number she's been wanting to show him all night. She'd worn no bra today due to the sheer lace back piece, a bonus in comfort, for sure, but quite a setback as far as sexy wedding night lingerie goes. She'd managed to find something nice, though, a little lacy scrap of fabric that barely covered anything at all, but looked sexy enough with the garter she'd placed on her thigh.

Robin's fingers are hooking on that scrap of white lace now, pulling it aside as he groans, the sound muffled by the layers of fabric covering him. And then his tongue is there, lapping at her wet folds without much preamble, soft passes that tease and ignite her every desire, but that aren't enough to make her come, not yet.

"Mmm," she murmurs at the sensation, and then, "keep going."

He does, but not in the way she'd expected him. She'd meant for him to continue his vows, not continue his torturous attentions to her clit, which he's just intensified by wrapping his lips around it and sucking, making her writhe on the bed as she sinks back on her elbows. Her legs open further, the skirt of her dress tented over Robin's head as it moves, his mouth working wonders on her clit as one finger sinks into her and teases.

"I me— mmm... I meant keep go— ah!... keep going with... with the vows," she gasps, and feels him laugh against her thigh as he stops his little licks and backs out from under her skirt, looking up at her.

He looks... well, adorable. Flushed and breathless from the heat down below, his hair a chaotic mess after being mussed against the dress, and he's smiling as he moves to stand.

In their heady state, they'd forgotten to open the curtains on the bed before Regina landed on it, the gauzy adornment now wedged between her rear and the mattress, pulling the curtain taut from the canopy. She chuckles, lifts her lower body so that Robin can release the translucent material from under her. And then she scoots up the side of the bed, letting the curtain fall between them while he stands there, watching her through the thin veil for a few quiet moments.

Slowly, he opens the curtain, his eyes roaming her body, still covered by her gown, which rests askew around her shoulders now.

"Turn around," he tells her, and she obeys without question, feels his hand trail down her back as he finishes his vows.

"We've survived so much together, become stronger because of it," he says as he starts to remove the pins from her hair, pulling apart the thick braid when it falls against her left shoulder, his fingers gentle and slow as he speaks. "You have such fire, Regina, and you've lit up my world in ways I never thought possible. I'm so thankful that you've allowed me the opportunity to make you happy, and I promise to do so for the rest of our lives."

His last words are whispered just as her hair tumbles loose around her face, and she turns to look at him with watery eyes, a couple of tears escaping as she closes her eyes and kisses him.

She rises then, kneels on the bed while his fingers ghost over her dress, finally pushing it down her shoulders and off, leaving her topless and warm with desire as the fabric pools about her waist.

Not for long, though, because his hands are there next, pushing the dress further down until she can crawl out of it, nudging it off the bed with her toes until she's in nothing but her garter and panties, still shoved aside from his earlier attentions.

Robin's eyes travel hungrily up and down her body, one hand already kneading a breast as she falls back on her elbows again, propped up enough to watch him work himself with his other hand over his tuxedo pants.

"Robin," she breathes when his hand dips lower, the tip of his finger circling her entrance, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips as he teases her.

"Your turn," he says then, a slight smirk breaking out on his face when she whines at the loss of his finger, but then he's raising it to his lips, sucking around it and letting it go with a wet pop as he waits for her to speak.

Regina takes a few deep breaths to calm her accelerated pulse, racks her brain trying to remember the words she'd devised for tonight. For some reason she grows nervous, the weight of what this is settling heavier on her chest at the same time it's about to burst with happiness and love.

She inverts their positions then, has him lie down on his back while she peruses his body as she sits beside him. Her hands trail down his torso, deftly work at removing his bowtie and shirt, and she smugly tells him "See? No need to rip it," when she's finished and no buttons are lost.

Regina then eases the soft material off of him, and Robin rolls his eyes playfully at her words, urges Go on, then, waiting and watching her intently.

She's found the words now, has them all memorized and ready to go, but then she looks at his eyes, at the way he's taking in every little bit of her, and her speech flies out the window, replaced with words that tumble from the very heart of her as it beats faster and faster for him.

"You brought light into my life, too," she begins, "and chased away all the darkness that had been plaguing me. You and our wonderful son gave me hope."

He smiles big at that, as he always does when she casually refers to Roland as their son. It'd been as easy as breathing, to make the switch and call him hers, a simple shift in their dynamic, but one all three of them have cherished and delighted in since it happened.

"I was so lost, and heartbroken, and I... I just never thought I'd have this," she admits, her voice a choked whisper as she leans into his touch when his hand cups her cheek.

"You've protected me, risked your life for me. No one's ever demonstrated that much love for me before," Regina continues, turning her face to place a kiss on his palm. "You've always had faith in me, stood by me even when the secrecy of our relationship was hurting you, even when I couldn't tell you how much I love you... and I do love you, Robin, so much."

He's sitting up now, enough for his lips to reach her forehead and linger there, his eyes closed as he breathes her in, her nails raking over his stomach between them.

"I love you, too," he responds, pulls back to look into her eyes, and then kisses her slowly, deeply, tongue playing with hers as their exchange grows in heat, her tearful declaration transforming when she finds her voice again and pushes him to lie back down, hovering above him, her nipples brushing over his chest.

"You're kind, and generous, and a wonderful father," she murmurs between kisses as she travels down his upper body. "You're smart, and sexy," she adds as she dips her tongue into the ridge of his abs, making him laugh and squirm a little. "You encourage me to follow my dreams, to trust myself, I never would've gotten here if it wasn't for you."

He gives her a tender smile at that, just as she pulls away from his body to look at him.

"You've saved my life in so many ways, have loved me in so many ways."

"Loving you is no hardship, Regina," he says, his smile prompting one of her own right before she kisses the tip of his nose from where she looms over him.

"I always thought being president would be my greatest accomplishment."

"It's not?" he asks curiously, and it's such an innocent question that it makes her giggle through the tears that fall down her face.

"No," she answers with a small shake of her head. "My greatest accomplishment is making you happy."

Regina has no words to describe the smile he gives her then, but she knows it will forever be burned into her memory. It's a brief thing, only lasts a split second before he's kissing her again, both of them shifting so that their legs are no longer hanging from the side of the bed, but stretched out on the mattress, her hair splayed against the pillows as Robin hovers above her.

His lips blaze a trail down her neck, her chest, find a nipple and suck, his tongue swirling around it as she moans his name, one hand threading into his hair.

He moves to her other breast, nips at the swell before treating that nipple to the same toe-curling sucks and licks as the first, grunting and telling her how beautiful she is before he sucks again, his breathing hot on her skin.

She's so caught up in his mouth, in the way his tongue works wonders on her nipples, that she doesn't notice his hand travel down her body. Doesn't feel the ghosting touch of his fingers over her abdomen until they're low on her navel, drifting lower still and shifting her panties aside a little more. He teases her wet folds at first by spreading them open a bit, and then two of those fingers are inside her, pumping in and out at a slow, deep rhythm that has her crying out for more, her legs opening wider beneath him.

He stops altogether, moves backwards on his knees to settle properly between her thighs, hooks fingers around the lace and pulls it down her legs, making sure it doesn't catch on her garter before he removes the undergarment completely and tosses it to the floor.

"I love this," he tells her as he fiddles with the frilly elastic around her left thigh. He leans in just above her, hands on either side of her on the bed as he kisses her fiercely for a few incredible seconds.

He parts their lips wetly to move back down, grabbing the garter with his teeth and dragging it down her thigh. Regina whimpers as he goes, the soft graze of his stubble against her leg sending little frissons of pleasure through her whole body.

The garter is off in seconds, and Robin looms back over her with it still in his teeth, looking so pleased with himself it has her hooking a finger around the accessory hanging from his mouth and pulling, letting it go and watching it snap against his nose with a laugh.

He drops it then. Smirks as he lets it fall somewhere next to them on the bed. And then scoots down her body once more, digs his fingers gently into her thighs, pulling them further apart before he finally brings his tongue to where she's aching for it.

He laps at the wetness gathered between her thighs, moaning softly before he starts sucking at her clit, eliciting a very unladylike mewl from her as she arches her back off the bed and circles her hips into his mouth.

"Oh, yes! Yes, just like that," Regina exclaims as he goes deeper, faster, harder, two fingers going in and curling downward in that mind blowing trick he does. She loves that, loves the unexpected feeling of being filled and fucked when it's only his fingers making their way inside her. It's amazing, has her licking her dry lips and almost screaming as his tongue moves back to her clit, flicking and savoring in quick strokes.

All this time, she's had her eyes half closed, shutting tightly every now and then, because the sight of him fucking her with his tongue is doing all sorts of things to her, and she wants to last, wants to prolong this delicious feeling as much as possible.

But when she chances a look, notices his free hand is wedged down between him and the sheets, moving hurriedly up and down as he pumps his cock over his trousers, Regina can't handle it. Can't resist the urge to just look and feel at the same time, to cry out his name while she watches him lap eagerly at her, and she's getting so wet, so, so wet, she's not going to last much longer.

"Robin, please," she gasps, "I'm gonna— oh, god!"

"Are you going to come for me?" he whispers seductively, intensifying the movement of his fingers as they slap into her, upwards this time to find her G-spot, the wet sounds erupting from the action making her moan loudly.

"I need— I... Mmh! You feel so good, I— oh, fuck! Don't stop."

That's not what she means to say, she wants him to stop, because she's going to come on his tongue without bestowing any attention on him, and she doesn't want that, wants him just as riled up as she is.

"Come up here and kiss me," she begs, and whines a little at the loss of his mouth on her, but kisses him eagerly when his lips finally meet hers. Her arms wrap around him as she shifts, turning them so that it's him with his back against the sheets.

She sits beside him, her hands working at undoing his pants and pulling them down and off his body before she settles atop him. He thinks she's going to take him inside her now, she can see it in his eyes, dark with desire and that desperate need to feel her, but then she grins naughtily and turns around. She's fully straddling him now, facing the foot of the bed so that he has ample view of her back and ass as she sinks lower and takes his hard cock in her hand.

"Oh, fuck!" he moans, adding a "Yes! Don't stop," in a strangled voice when Regina scoots up his body to get comfortable and then sucks at his tip, pulling back his foreskin to lick at the ridge there.

She takes him in slowly, her tongue wrapping around his shaft as she gets him wet with her spit and hard with her attentions. His hands are then grasping her rear, bringing it closer to his mouth as he spreads her open and licks her glistening sex again.

It's good, unbelievably so, the new angle doing something to the way he laps at her clit that has her rolling her hips, grinding herself against his face slowly as he keeps sucking and probing at her, thrusting two fingers back inside her.

His mouth leaves her to groan a muffled, "Shit! that feels so good," when the tip of him hits the back of her throat, and her hands knead at his balls as she keeps bobbing her head up and down his shaft, her tongue flat against the smooth skin.

She lets him go on a particularly sharp suck to her clit, letting out a moan against his thigh as her hips rock just a little faster, Robin's muffled Mmm causing all sorts of vibrations that have her so on the edge of that precipice, she loudly begs for more.

"I'm so close, babe, so close," she yells out before taking his cock back into her mouth, her actions sloppier now as he sucks hard at her again.

"Let go, my love. I want to taste you. Come for me," he murmurs against her folds, before ramming his tongue inside her as his fingers play with her clit.

"Yesss!" she yells, because it's all just too good. The sensation of his tongue on her, the graze of her nipples against his navel, the feeling of his cock warm and hard between her lips...

He bobs out of her mouth again when she comes, with a cry of Robin! and a frantic rolling of her hips above him, the ecstatic peak of her orgasm prolonged by the way he licks and sucks the new wetness, drinking her in and moaning at the taste of her on his tongue.

With what little strength she has left, Regina lifts her hips, moves her leg to the other side and lands on the bed on her back, shifting to lie next to him, their shoulders brushing.

Robin sits up and turns to her, trails a hand up the span of one leg, finding his way to her clit and giving her a cursory rub, a smug smile appearing on his face when her body jerks at the feeling, too sensitive to withstand any more attention at the moment.

"I forgot that one," he says, and she looks at him, confused.

"For the vows," he continues, "I forgot to tell you how much I love it when I make you come with my mouth."

She laughs at that, shakes her head at him, because only Robin can say something so... dirty, and still make it sound adorable and sweet.

"My husband, the romantic," she plays with him, her hand finding his cock again and pumping him lazily as she regains her strength, calms her labored breathing.

"Mmm," he moans quietly, "that feels good."

"Wait til I take you inside me," she winks, making him smirk as he rolls them over, kissing her long and deep, his tongue tasting vaguely of her.

He strays from her mouth to suckle kisses at her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, down and down until his lips latch on to a nipple, sucking as he squeezes the other breast with his hand. His teeth graze the stiff peak while Regina starts to arch beneath him, searching for friction as he grinds against her slowly, the tip of his cock barely touching her clit.

She's had enough time to recover, is now letting his talented tongue stoke her arousal, until it's simmering inside of her, her hands raking over his hair as he moves further down.

He takes up his post at her sex again, one hand on her thigh, keeping her spread wide for him, the other pumping his hardness as he ravishes her.

His mouth is relentless as it takes her, tongue plunging inside her and out, in and out, seeking the wetness building up again, and he moans when she gasps his name, stops his actions to look up at her.

"God, you're exquisite," he rasps, bending back to his task before she can answer, eliciting a whimper from her when he sucks her clit into his mouth, hard, his tongue fast and firm as it licks her. Any coherency she may have had before now melts away as she surrenders to the feeling, to the endless bout of pleasure he's providing her with, his finger thrusting into her as he continues to suck her clit.

"Fuck me, Robin, please!" she begs, unable to handle the teasing anymore, she needs him inside her now.

He rises, looks at her for a moment, and then settles between her legs, her knees bending up as he works his way in slowly, teasing her clit with his tip before entering her.

"Mmmnaah!" she moans nonsensically, reveling in the languid rhythm of his hips as he moves in and out of her, letting her feel as his cock leaves her and then re-enters her inch by delicious inch, until on the fourth pass, he stays, buried to the hilt inside her.

"I love you so much," Robin mutters into her neck as he sinks down against her, her nipples tickling when they graze his chest. Her legs wrap around his waist, and he presses his body into hers, warming her skin as he rolls his hips lazily. Regina screams at the exquisite burn of his cock as it stretches her.

His hands are placed flat against the mattress on either side of her, but his right abandons its post to wrap around the back of her neck, propping her head up. His forehead then falls to hers, their breaths mingling as he starts to move faster.

It feels incredible. The way her legs are positioned open her wider, allowing him to get deeper, until he's hitting that marvelous spot inside her over and over again, her gasps swallowed by his mouth as he kisses her, still thrusting hard and fast into her.

"God!" she exhales against him, grabbing desperately on to his arm, fingers circling his wrist and gripping firmly. Robin groans when she rocks her hips to meet him thrust for thrust, and her teeth bite lazily into his lower lip, their noses bumping together as the pleasure builds and builds.

"Are you close?" he chokes out, his face screwed up, neck tense as he tries to hold on, to wait for her.

Regina nods frantically, forehead brushing his as she does, and he slams into her so hard on the next pass that he hits just the right spot to make her writhe. The harder he goes, the more his body grazes her clit on impact, and it's incredible, has her bucking her hips wildly as she breathes out a strangled "Again! Fuck, yes. Right there."

He obeys, moves in the exact same way and hits that spot again, brushes her clit one more time, and she can hardly contain the scream that leaves her, the hand not wrapped around his arm moving down to grasp his ass, nails digging in as she tries to push him deeper in the next thrust.

"Oh, god, it feels so good, babe, don't stop!" she exclaims into the warm air between them, and they're both open-mouthed, breathing fast and shallow as he moves, that hand on the back of her neck gripping tighter, pulling slightly at her hair.

And then she's there, and her entire body explodes in a whirlwind of incredible sensation. The orgasm seizes her suddenly, making her squeeze around him as she licks at his upper lip, and that's all it takes for him to come with her, pumping himself inside her over and over as he reaches his peak, his gasps forming a melody that echoes in her head even after he's pulled out of her and they've collapsed on tired limbs next to each other.

She seeks out his mouth, kisses him deeply, hungrily, moans low in her throat as he kneads her left breast and kisses back, until the exchange eases into something more tender. Wet tongues move languidly as they let their bodies rest, hers cuddling into his, her hand over his chest as his arm wraps around her shoulders and pulls her close.

They settle, the sound of their lips parting and meeting again the only thing disturbing the quiet atmosphere around them. Loving caresses are exchanged for the next few minutes, neither of them saying a word, only enjoying each other, touching and rediscovering skin, kissing birthmarks and trailing fingers over bullet scars that weren't there a year ago.


"Tell me your favorite memory of us," Regina says later, after they've stopped moving and have been dozing in each other's arms for a few minutes.

"Favorite memory?"

"Yeah, your favorite moment."

"This. Right here. Right now," Robin answers, without question or hesitation, his arm tightening around her as he lands a kiss on her brow. "You?"

She thinks for a bit, tries to recall all the priceless moments in their history together.

She has many highlights. Meeting him, for one. The first time they kissed. The pancakes he'd made for her at four in the morning the first time she slept over. That night where he'd jokingly talked about saving the queen with tea and crumpets in hand...

There are other, more emotionally charged events as well. Seeing him after she woke up from her surgery, for example, and the day he proposed to her, and watching him as she walked down that aisle earlier today... their story is full of beautiful moments, but the more Regina reminisces, the more she realizes nothing is better than this very instant, this blissful reprieve after having married the love of her life.

So when she answers, it's with a smile, a kiss to his chest, and a sure voice that quotes his exact words.

"This. Right here. Right now."