Remember that bit in the wedding chapter where there's a reference to Robin making Regina pancakes at 4am the first night she stayed over? Yeah, I wrote it =P
Enjoy!
Regina doesn't regret last night, not one bit, and the pleasant ache between her thighs tells her her body is quite grateful she decided to act on her attraction to Robin.
It'd been... wonderful, to say the least. He'd licked and sucked and kissed every inch of her, right there on her desk, turning her office into a place that would forever remind her of him, naked and gorgeous as he made her come and come, rather than a place of work and serenity.
Regina can't say she minds.
He'd followed her up to her room after a few minutes of dozing off together in her chair, and then he'd gone home with a goofy smile on his face. One Regina shares at just this moment, when she heads downstairs after getting dressed for the day and finds him there, looking shy, yet somehow pleased with himself.
She grins, throws him a wink and then inconspicuously jerks her head to the side, towards the hallway that leads to kitchen, walking there and surreptitiously making her way inside, not five minutes after he does.
"Hi," she says, her voice low and a tad nervous, hand rising to tuck a stubborn tendril of hair behind her ear as she gives him a small smile.
"Hi," he returns, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"You're early for work today," she remarks, looking at the clock and realizing he isn't obligated to turn up here at the governor's mansion for two more hours.
"Yeah, I uh, I wanted to see you before everyone else showed up," he murmurs.
"Did you?" she whispers back, and without noticing she's moved closer, her body reacting to his like a magnet. His lips are suddenly there, so close to her own that it takes everything in her not to close the tiny gap between them.
She waits and waits for him to speak, to say whatever it is he wants to say about last night, but it seems he's as entranced by their proximity as she is, and all he does it hover his mouth over hers. Look at her face and her body as his hands find purchase at her waist.
"Regina," he breathes, and god, that's sexy. The way his Adam's apple keeps bobbing as he looks at her, how his voice goes low and raspy as he says her name.
She has things to do. Should head to her office right now and get to work, figure out if the missing charity money was indeed deposited into the wrong account like they suspect. But then Robin licks his lips, his hands tightening their grip on her waist as he pulls her closer, and she forgets all about her duties, too caught up in him, in that warm tingle that erupts in her body at his touch.
She kisses him, tentative at first, a nervous press of her lips to his, and in seconds he's moaning, opening his mouth to welcome her tongue and moving his hands down to her ass to pick her up and turn them, pressing her against the wall as their kiss becomes wilder, wetter, better.
The sound of footsteps jars them apart. The kitchen crew is here, and she curses this too-large house, curses under her breath at the lack of hiding places, overrun as it is by Secret Service and staff.
Robin laughs at her little outburst. Places a quick kiss on her temple and whispers that he'll see her later, then urges her out of the kitchen through the hidden door on the right, so that no one knows she's been here.
He stays behind to greet the staff, and that's the last Regina sees of him until lunch time.
They rendezvous at her office after they finally discover the missing funds (turns out they did accidentally go to the wrong account, and have thankfully been recovered now), and are left alone by her staff as they all hurry out to get the funds deposited in the correct account this time. Regina will tolerate no more mistakes of this nature, and they know it.
Robin is brandishing some paperwork for her to sign when he comes in. Only that's not part of his job, and she smiles, amused at the lame excuse he's come up with to steal a moment with her.
"So," she says, smile still in place as she turns to face him. He's walked to her side of the desk, planted himself right next to her, so the twisting motion of her body makes her chair swivel with her, until she can lean back and watch him.
"So." Robin's reply is shy, but his finger comes to run back and forth over the bare skin of her arm, his gaze glued to the action.
Their nerves get the best of her (of him, too, she's sure), and after a few moments of silence, they both speak at the same time.
"I was thinki—"
"Would you—"
Regina laughs coyly.
"You first," she says.
"No, no. It can wait. You go."
"Robin, please. What is it?"
His hand flies to the back of his neck, nails scratching there as he looks at her, and she's surprised to see his cheeks a bit red, grins as she feels the same traitorous blush color her own face.
"Well, I, I wanted to ask you," he says after a sigh, "if you'd like to, uh, come over tonight. To my place."
"Oh."
"It's Ashley's night off, and I just thought it... might be easier there for us to... talk. More private."
"To talk."
"Yes. Talk."
"And what would we talk about?" Regina asks. She means for it to be casual, innocent even, but even she can hear the seductive quality in her tone. She'd be ashamed of it if it wasn't for the way Robin reacts to it, tongue peeking out to wet his lips as his eyes darken, roam her figure.
"Well, us. I guess."
"Mm," she agrees. In truth, she'd been about to suggest something along the same lines earlier. She'd thought to ask him to stay over tonight, to sneak into her room and share her bed. But his house does have the added perk of privacy...
"I suppose you have a plan as to my sneaking out of here? I doubt Alan and Much will let me out of their sight." Her eyebrow is raised as she posits the question, but her eyes shut as his hand runs up and down her arm again. "Robin," she all but moans, the tingling touch making her long for other things.
"Tell them you have a headache and don't want to be disturbed. That if they need you, they should call me first. Then use the emergency evac tunnel out of your room. I'll have Ashley pick me up around the curb and leave my car so you can drive it to my place. They won't know a thing."
Regina only half hears what he's saying, too caught up in the tantalizing trail his fingertips are now blazing down her chest, catching on the dip of her blouse and pulling slightly to expose her chest, the tops of her breasts.
"Oh, and Regina?" he asks, bending closer when she whimpers a needy, Yes?
"I can't wait for us to, uh, talk," he whispers into her ear, her skin heating up with the warmth of his breath and his words.
The drive to his house is barely five minutes, and under the cover of darkness and the late hour, no one spots her as she weaves through the streets and parks right outside the modest home.
She knocks on his door twice, then hides behind the bushes and waits, and when Robin appears, he's chuckling at her awkward crouch on his front porch.
"Yeah, yeah, I look ridiculous, ha ha," she grouses, and Robin grins at her, offers his hand to help her up, and uses the momentum to pull her close, kissing her scowl away.
Regina can't help it. She smiles. Rolls her eyes at him, sure, but she smiles. Because there's that tingling, butterfly-ish feeling in her belly again, and she loves that. Loves how giddy he makes her feel.
They don't waste any time talking. Regina knows that was never the plan anyway. And right now she just needs this. Needs him. Needs his mouth and his hands and his cock.
They don't even make it past the couch.
Roland is asleep upstairs, Robin tells her, and the monitor is on the coffee table, should he wake up and need something, but Regina has known Roland's sleeping patterns better than her own for so long now, she's sure he won't wake anytime soon.
And so with that resolved, they focus on each other. Regina gets him naked faster than she thought possible. Her hands inch under his shirt and lift the fabric up, up, up... then pull his pants down, down, down, until he's bare and standing before her with his hand stroking up his length, his eyes on her as she quickly sheds her skirt and begins to unbutton her blouse.
But then he's on her, lips sucking kisses up her neck, down her jawline, until he reaches her mouth and his tongue tastes hers.
Robin moans, guttural and wonderful as he presses closer, clutches her to him and traps her hand between their chests, stopping her from unbuttoning her intrusive blouse.
"I'm trying to get my shirt off," she gasps into his mouth, but it seems he's not going to wait any longer. Robin steps back, hooks his hands at the top of the white fabric, and tears it right through.
Buttons fly everywhere, and Regina would scold him for it if she wasn't so turned on by the action, if she wasn't busy moaning his name and licking her lips as he buries his face in her breasts and nips gently at the swells, his hands bringing them out of her bra so he can suck at her nipples. A few seconds on one and then the other, treating them both to teasing swirls of his tongue in between.
"Oh, god!" she breathes out, hand flying to his head and burying her fingers in his hair, pulling slightly as he continues to ravish her.
His hand is splayed along her belly, scoots down the more she writhes under his touch, and then it's right there, pushing her panties aside and rubbing at her clit in slow, firm strokes.
"Fuck, you're wet already," he mutters into her neck, then finds her mouth and kisses her frantically.
All Regina can do is let out a soft Mmm against his lips, her hips bucking into his touch, and god, he feels so good, knows exactly where and how to touch to make her go wild.
Her nails dig into his skin as she moves her hand down his body, feels the curves of his muscles, smiles when he groans at the gesture, and then she's wrapping her fingers around his cock and moving slowly, pulling back his foreskin with every downward stroke and teasing his tip with her thumb.
"Regina!" he gasps, and his bottom lip looks suddenly even more enticing than before, so she bites into it gently, pulls it towards her until they're kissing again.
It's... electric. Currents of heat and need slither up her spine whenever he touches her, and this time it's intensified, made all the better when it's his mouth that descends on her, trailing kisses down the very center of her chest, over the valley between her breasts and further down as his hands finish relieving her of her underwear, a scrap of black lace that lands somewhere near the coffee table.
She squirms when his lips reach her belly button, lets out a little laugh. And then that laugh turns into a moan, when he presses his tongue to her skin and brings it down, finds her clit and licks there.
But the angle is awkward, standing as they are in the middle of his living room, so his hands grab on to her ass as he moves on his knees and turns them, so that the backs of her thighs hit the arm of the couch.
Regina falls onto it gladly, turns and spreads her legs as Robin half-crawls to the front of the couch. He exhales when he finally situates himself before her, one hand seeking out her wetness and spreading it with the tips of his fingers, his breathing shallow and mouth dry as he stares at her.
"You're so beautiful," he tells her.
"I believe you said that last night as well," she teases, her voice breathless as she sits up and pulls him to her, kisses a line down his throat and back up to his lips.
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of saying it," he retorts, then puts his mouth to a use much better than talking.
They get lost in making out for a few more minutes, the hand he has on her sex rubbing firmly at her clit while the other treats her nipple to more of those teasing little rolls that make her cry out for him. And cry for him she does, whimpers and moans and gasps as he rubs and rubs, venturing a finger inside her and pushing down, giving her this pleasant sensation of being filled. Fuck, she loves that.
After heated seconds of his mouth on hers, he kneels back on the floor before her. His hands are both on her thighs now, spreading them open again as he bends to his task.
His tongue is wet and warm on her sex, delves into her and licks as she rolls her hips slowly, seeks out more of his mouth.
"Robin," she breathes, "please, I need-" she cuts off, moaning when he sucks at her.
"What do you need?" he mutters without pulling away, and she can feel the vibrations of his voice on her already aching clit, has to stifle a scream at the delicious tingles it causes.
"I need you to— fuuuck!" she whines when two of his fingers plunge inside her without warning. It's unexpected, but wonderful, because she's wet and needy and he's giving her just what she wants.
"Finish that sentence, Regina," he urges, just before he sucks at her clit again and god, how is she supposed to finish her thought when he's doing that to her?
"I need— I need you to— Mmm— I need you to make me come."
It's a slurred whisper at best, broken amongst gasps and little cries of pleasure, but he hears her, smiles wickedly at her, teeth biting into his bottom lip before he answers.
"Your wish, my command."
Those two fingers he has inside her move with more purpose now, a steady, firm in-and-out that has her bucking and rasping out his name. His other hand presses against her lower stomach, keeping her settled enough for his mouth to do that marvelous thing it does to her clit.
He's sucking at her again, harder now, and the acute pleasure of it has Regina grabbing a nearby cushion and shoving it into her face, so she can scream without waking Roland —or the neighbors, for that matter— as Robin continues his attentions.
And then he stops. Pulls his mouth away and takes the cushion from her.
She's going to kill him.
"What the hell?!" she almost yells, and that ridiculously attractive bastard has the audacity to laugh at her.
"I'm sorry. I just needed to get rid of this," he explains, throwing the cushion to the other end of the couch with a flourish. "I'd like to see you when you come on my tongue, madam governor."
Damn him.
Damn him for using that tone and those eyes and that mouth. That incredibly talented mouth that is now back on her clit, stoking her arousal once more.
"I need that," she tries to protest, but her voice is low, gravelly, "I can't keep quiet."
"Yes you can," he teases, and the movement of his mouth as it wraps around the words tickles against her sensitive sex. "Not that I would want you to be quiet," he tells her then. "I can't wait til we can truly be alone. Then I can make you scream my name with nothing to stifle you."
If he keeps talking to her like this, she may come just from that. He might not even need to touch her, just let him keep saying all these naughty, wonderful things and she'll be great.
But he's not just gonna make her come with words. Oh no, he's taking her demand very seriously, and is now pushing his fingers inside her and searching, hitting that spot that makes stars erupt as her eyes fall shut and she moans loudly.
There's a noise, a wet sort of noise that fills her ears, and she realizes it's his hand as it pounds into her, faster and faster as he keeps sucking at her clit, and something about it, and about the way he's looking up at her, all dark eyes and raw desire, has that coil of orgasm springing free inside of her. She's sweaty and hot as she comes on his mouth, his fingers, rolls her hips into his hand and breathes heavily as she rides out wave after wave of pleasure.
Robin watches her, licks some more, and withdraws with his lips wet and swollen, crawls up her body to kiss her, making her moan at the taste of herself on his tongue.
"You are stunning when you come, you know that?" he murmurs in the scant space between them when he pulls away, the tip of his nose brushing hers as he half-hovers atop her.
"Robin?" she asks, feeling bold and audacious as ever.
"Mm?"
"Why don't you take me upstairs..." she trails off, lifting her head a bit to place a kiss on his cheek, her hand teasing his cock with lazy tugs. "...and fuck me?"
He groans at her words, instantly rises and picks her up. Regina lets out a squeal of surprise, loops her arms around his neck and holds tight as he all but sprints up to his bedroom. They must make quite the picture, she thinks, both naked and aroused as he dashes up a flight of stairs.
His mouth is on her clit again the second he places her on the bed, but she's still sensitive, still reeling. So she pushes her fingers into his hair, tugs a bit to pull his head away, and smiles at his confused frown.
"I, um, still need a minute," she says shyly.
Robin smiles then, sinks his teeth into his bottom lip again and rises from his knees.
He trails a line of kisses on her thigh, up her belly and to her breasts as he looms over her figure. He lingers there at her breasts, has her gasping and muttering nonsensical things as he treats her nipples to those teasing licks and hard sucks.
"Tell me when," he mutters into her skin. She wants to laugh at his eagerness, only he chooses that moment to bite softly at her nipple, flicking his tongue against it while it's trapped in his mouth, so her chuckle comes out as a strangled moan instead.
"Oh," she whimpers, and "Feels so good," she rasps. "Mmh Robin!"
"God, I love that," he tells her with a groan, just before he catches her other nipple and gives it the same delicious little bites and flicks of tongue. "Can't wait to be inside you."
She's wet, still. So wet and needy and ready, but she's enjoying this. Enjoying the feel of his tongue and teeth on her nipples, the teasing caress of his hand as it moves from her waist and up her ribs, then back down.
"This okay?" he asks in a shaky breath when he trails three fingers down to her sex, rubs at her slowly. He's not touching her clit, not really, but there's something about the reverence of his touch that has Regina moaning and twitching. She nods frantically, bites her lower lip and revels.
"Robin," she gasps out, and he whispers a low Fuck at the breathy sound of his name. She loves that her voice can do that to him. "I want you. Now."
"Are you sure?" he asks, and that hand that had been rubbing at her ventures just a tad lower, just enough for his fingers to properly brush her clit.
It feels amazing. She's hot and tingly, the aftershocks of her first orgasm contributing to the build-up of a second as Robin strums his fingers against her more fully.
He delights in her reactions, she can see it all over his face, the way he closes his eyes and breathes heavily when she moans that Yes, she's sure, that she wants to feel him, wants to come on his cock now.
"Fuck, Regina," he utters at that, pulling his hand away from her and moving to kneel on the bed. Stroking himself as he watches her.
It's only the second time they've done this, but the first had been on her desk, a hurried, frenzied thing where they'd been carried away by the raw attraction they feel. Now, though, now he takes his time, fucks her with his hand slowly, firmly. Dips his fingers into her and pumps languidly as he lies on his side right next to her.
He does that thing again, that trick where he pushes down inside her, and "God, that feels amazing," she tells him, whimpering with pleasure as he does it again.
She wants to kiss the smug smile away from his mouth, but she's too overwhelmed by how good it feels, so she wets her lips instead, looks up at him with her mouth half-open as her upper body arches up slowly, matching his rhythm.
"I can't stop looking at you," he tells her, his voice rich and seductive as he leaves a sweet kiss on her breast, "You've no idea how fucking sexy you are," he says then, closing his lips around her nipple and sucking, the pace of his fingers picking up for a moment when she moans loudly. "I love that I can do this to you. God, you're so warm, so tight. I need you."
"Then what— oh! — what are you — Mmmm— waiting for, Agent Locksley?" she asks. Her body is still moving, still undulating on the bed in reaction to his touch.
And then he's off her, kneeling on the bed and stretching his arm to the bedside table. He opens the top drawer and fishes out a condom, rips the packet with his teeth and groans when Regina wraps her fingers around him, pumping him a few times before he rolls it on.
He's thick, and incredibly hard. She's done very little to make him so, has been too caught up in his attentions to do much about riling him up, but the knowledge that what he's doing to her gets him like this? Regina's not sure she's ever found anything hotter.
She draws her hand away when he moves to finally put on the condom, rolling it down his length and keeping his hand there, stroking as he stares at her. They've only done this once before, but she already knows -and he has told her- how much he likes to watch her, so Regina leans back on her elbows to give him a little show. Shakes her head slowly from one side to the other, to give her hair a little bounce, and smiles at the hungry look in his eyes as he takes her in, roams his gaze over her naked form.
"Gorgeous," he whispers.
"You're not so bad yourself, Agent Locksley," she winks, making him smile devilishly at the mention of his title. And then he's crawling over her on the bed, positioning himself just right, one arm holding his weight above her while the other moves down, hand grabbing his cock again and running the tip of it over her sex, spreading the wetness there to her clit and back down.
"Stop teasing," she breathes out, rolling her hips in search of him. Robin has the nerve to laugh at that, but then he's sinking into her before she can scowl at him, and she utters a throaty Yeesss at the feel of him, stretching her as he gets deeper and deeper.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he says, his voice low and raspy when he's buried to the hilt inside her. He starts to move then, slowly, letting her feel every inch of him as he pistons in and out in languid strokes, hitting that spot inside her when he shifts a bit on the fourth go, and Regina moans loudly.
"Right there?" he asks, and she nods eagerly, circles her hips to aid him and moans again when he hits the mark.
"Mmh," she whimpers, tongue peeking out to wet her lower lip as her eyes flutter shut.
"That's it, beautiful, just feel it," he tells her, sinks down and into her just a little harder, a new wave of pleasure erupting when he combines the bucking of his hips with wet passes of his tongue over her nipple.
She does as she's told, just lies there and lets herself feel. It's no hardship, really, not when he's going harder in his thrusts, not when he's snug between her thighs and pressing the warmth of his body into hers.
"God, Robin," Regina mutters, her teeth biting into his shoulder when he rests his body fully atop her, elbows digging into the mattress on either side of her head as he kisses her cheek, her neck.
He moans her name as he thrusts into her, hips moving back and forth, filling her deliciously and hitting that perfect spot over and over. It won't take her long to come again.
His breathing is fast and shallow, a complete contrast to the measured thrusts of his cock inside her, but his state of arousal does things to her, has her squeezing his ass with her hand to spur him on. She rolls her hips beneath him, picks up the pace just a bit, just enough to wordlessly ask him for more.
Robin gives it to her, quickens the rhythm of his hips and hits that spot more firmly, and Regina has to remind herself of the toddler sleeping down the hall in order to keep from screaming at the delightful pressure.
He's going faster now, harder, bucks into her over and over again in between breathy mentions of her name, of how good she feels, how wet, how hot, how perfect.
"God, I love feeling you, too," she says desperately, circles her hips faster to match his pace, until the bed shakes with their combined movements.
His hand is suddenly right where she wants it, fingertips rubbing furiously at her clit in tight little circles, and it's all Regina can do to sink her nails into his back and drag them over his skin. Her thighs are warm where they hold him between them, her brow sweaty, her belly tense, her throat dry from all her moaning and labored breathing, and that wonderful burst of pleasure winds tighter and tighter.
"Are you going to come for me, Regina?" Robin asks gruffly, lips tickling her skin as he speaks against her jaw.
"God, yes!" she exclaims, and he sinks his elbow deeper into the pillow and cradles her head with his hand, brings it closer so that their foreheads are pressed together, noses brushing and mouths hovering over each other as they pant together.
He comes first, thrusting through it to bring her to peak right along with him, and orgasm seizes her just a couple of pumps later, teeth sinking into his bottom lip before she kisses him hungrily, riding out her bliss as her body tingles and relaxes.
They keep their position for a moment, breathe each other in for a few seconds. Robin's hand is on the back of her neck, still holding her to him, fingers playing with the hair there. He dots a playful kiss on the tip of her nose and rolls off of her, which finally allows Regina a chance to stretch a bit. She can feel the smile on her face, feel the aftershocks of pleasure still ricocheting through her.
"How do you feel?" he asks, placing a kiss on her shoulder.
"Great," she mutters drowsily, stretching some more as he rises from the bed and moves to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When he walks back into the room, naked and glorious, Regina merely stares. Wets her lower lip and watches him climb back on the bed with her.
"See something you like, Governor Mills?" Robin teases, and what's the point of hiding it, really? He just gave her two orgasms and one of the hottest sexual experiences she's ever had.
"Mm, yes I do, Agent Locksley," she replies, her voice low as she rakes her gaze over his naked form. Robin's hand runs over her thigh softly, up her ribcage and over her breasts, then to her jaw and down to her chin, tilting it towards him so he can kiss her.
Regina revels in the touch of his lips, trades lazy passes of tongue and soft presses of lips until he pulls away to kiss her jaw, down her neck, tasting her in their afterglow.
"You know what I could really go for?" she asks later, as they're lying naked on his bed, snuggled together under the covers. It's been a while since they've spoken, she'd think him asleep if it wasn't for the random patterns he's been drawing across her back, his fingers soft and warm on her skin.
"I'm afraid I'm going to need a little bit more time before the next round," he tells her with a chuckle, pressing his forehead into her temple and kissing her cheek.
Regina laughs with him, shakes her head and playfully swats at his shoulder, snuggling closer and kissing his neck.
"That's not what I meant," she clarifies. "I was thinking more like... pancakes."
Robin raises a curious eyebrow, "Pancakes," he states, looks behind her at the clock on his nightstand. "It's four in the morning."
"Well, I'm hungry!" she defends, making him laugh. She likes his laugh, likes how free and open it is. Most of all she likes that she's the one bringing it out of him.
"I'll admit I've worked up an appetite, myself, but not exactly for pancakes," he teases, sneaking a hand under the covers and giving her breast a firm little squeeze, drifting down to cup her gently between the thighs.
It's Regina's turn to raise an eyebrow now, smiling wickedly as she tells him, "Again?"
"What can I say? You're quite delectable," he winks.
"As much as I would enjoy that, I really am hungry," she returns, still smiling at him. She feels giddy. All of him, everything he does makes her giddy, the way he looks at her, smiles at her, talks to her, kisses her...
"Pancakes it is, then," he says with a sigh, looking at her with amusement in his eyes as he gets out of bed and pulls on his pajama pants. He leans down over her when he's done, busses her lips gently.
"I'll be back in a bit," he tells her between kisses, "you stay here and —mmm— take a nap. I'll bring the food up."
She grins at him, kisses him one last time and then lets him go, her arm stretching to hold on to his hand until they can no longer touch.
She rolls around between the sheets for a few minutes, revels in the lazy afterglow, but the nap Robin's suggested doesn't happen. Instead, Regina gets up, heads to the bathroom to wash her face, clean up a bit. The water is cool against her skin, has her feeling refreshed and energized, so instead of going back to bed, she grabs one of Robin's hoodies from his closet and puts it on. It comes up to mid-thigh, the sleeves just a tad too long on her, but it's soft and comfy, just what she needs.
Regina pads downstairs, delights in the smell of bacon as it wafts from the kitchen. She hadn't asked for bacon, but the fact that he's making her some anyway, simply because he knows how much she likes it, makes tears spring to her eyes. He's always been like this, always anticipating her needs, always making sure she's well taken care of, and all of that somehow has even more significance now that they've chosen to dive into this... whatever it is they've got going.
He doesn't hear her come in, but rests a hand over both of hers on his stomach when she wraps her arms around him from behind, lets out a soft sigh when she kisses the back of his shoulder.
"Thought you were resting," he says, his voice almost too low to hear as the bacon sizzles.
"Mm, I'm okay," she assures him lazily, squeezing him a little tighter before letting go and propping herself up on the counter. Robin moves the bacon to a plate, and is about to pour more pancake mixture into the griddle when he stops to look at her, groans out a low Fuck.
"What?" she asks, nervously tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"The sight of you in my clothes is just..." he places the bowl of mixture on the counter beside her, puts his hands on her thighs and kisses her fiercely.
"Mmm," she moans against his mouth. Kisses him again before telling him, "Pancakes are burning."
He pulls away reluctantly, turns back to the stove and shakes his head with a smile, flipping the overcooked pancakes on the griddle, removing a couple and pouring more mixture.
They stay in comfortable silence while he finishes up, share a few kisses and little laughs while he sets all the food on a tray to bring up to the bedroom with them. Regina cuts up some strawberries she finds in the fridge, grabs the bottle of maple syrup and some napkins while Robin balances the pancakes, bacon and two glasses of orange juice on the tray, and together they head upstairs.
He feeds her strawberries, and she steals bites from his pancakes before even cutting into her own, pours entirely too much syrup on both their plates, and Robin teases her for having the breakfast preferences of a child.
It's fun, and sweet, and entirely them. Their dynamic remains playful and wonderful as it's always been, only now they're in his bed, trading kisses and soft touches that only make the whole experience that much more enjoyable.
So maybe they don't have everything figured out yet, but for the first time in a long time, Regina is happy, and she chooses then not to question it, not to overwhelm herself with second thoughts.
She chooses to follow her heart, and enjoy every second of it.
