To my dearest, darlingest Starscythe on her birthday. Thank you for being one of the best friends I could ever ask for, and for always lending your incredible talent to my stories with every piece of gorgeous cover art you make for them. I love you, and I hope you enjoy this tiny present.

Beware: it's smutty ;)


Tonight has not gone the way she thought it would.

It's been a very long day, and she's spent it in New York City, addressing the UN on the new refugee crisis. She'd taken Robin's coat with her, as a way to keep him close, but it's not enough, and she misses him, despite the thick fabric and the fresh pine scent of him warding off the early January chill. It's silly, maybe, that she's so torn up about being without him for one day, but they haven't had a lot of time together lately, and being away from home, even for a few hours, just intensifies that need to have him close.

She'd been very much looking forward to spending some time cuddling with her husband in their comfy bed, had been fantasizing about it on the plane ride home. She wants those steady, firm passes of his fingers massaging her scalp under the warm spray of their shower, wants his whispers of love and those sweet kisses on her brow. She'd even hoped to dig into that giant slice of banana cake Chef Lucas had stashed away for her in the mini fridge of her office.

Instead, when her back had pressed against the door of the bedroom as it shut behind her, Robin had been waiting for her, shirtless and in his boxers, standing by the bed and holding her vibrator with the most devious of smiles.

"Good evening, Madam President," he'd greeted her, and given her no chance to reply before his lips were on hers, tongue almost immediately seeking out her own when she'd moaned in response. He'd kissed her harder, his free hand venturing to her rear and down low enough to hike her leg over his waist, his other arm looped around her, the vibrator digging between the door and the small of her back.

Her clothes hadn't remained on for long.

"Missed you," he growls into her ear now, making his way with kisses down her jaw, the side of her neck, her chest, her shoulder, but she's curious, so she asks.

"What are you— mmm," she moans as he pulls down the red lace of her bra and sucks at her nipple. "What are you planning to do with that toy?" she finally says, her voice breathier than she'd meant it to be.

"Well," Robin starts, and she almost doesn't hear his reply, lost as she is in the sensations, but he murmurs, "I plan to play, my love," and he's using that voice, that sex-charged voice that does things to her.

His teeth tease her nipple now, pull on it gently before his tongue flicks at it, and Regina lets out a sound that's half-chuckle, half-whine as her hands thread in his hair and keep his head right where it is, her tone almost demanding as she tells him, "Suck."

He does, closes his lips around her nipple and sucks hard at her, making her moan loudly before she tugs him back up and kisses him, the exchange wet and sloppy as they move back to the bed. The vibrator is still in his hand, and he lets it fall on the sheets as he joins her, one hand grasping at her thigh and dipping fingers between her legs, toying with the scrap of lace that covers her.

"Ohhh," she moans when he teases one finger inside her, slowly moving it in and out. "That feels good."

And it does, it's not sharp or fast enough to make her come, but it relaxes her, makes her melt into the mattress as she lets his hand expertly touch and caress her, a second finger joining the first for a few more tantalizing passes inside her, building up a rhythm that slowly stokes the fire he's ignited with his kisses and his voice.

Suddenly, she can hear the quiet buzzing of the vibrator, and opens her eyes to find it in his hand, idling there while he bites the fabric of her underwear around her hips and tugs.

Except she's lying flat on the bed, and when he tries to remove her panties like that, he gets nowhere, hovers a little instead as he continues his attempts, fighting so hard to not ruin the mood. Regina can't help it, though, she laughs. Giggles, really. And then shakes her head when he lets go of her underwear and bites into his own sheepish smile.

"You're ridiculous," she tells him, and then lifts her hips just as he lets go of the vibrator for a moment, both hands working to rid her of the deep red lace that hides the wetness between her legs.

"God, you're gorgeous," he rasps when the offending garment is off and thrown somewhere on the floor, his eyes focused hungrily on her sex. Regina moans, because it turns her on to know how desperate he gets just by looking at her.

He's got the vibrator in his hand again, the tip of it no longer humming against her thigh. He moves it over her navel, down, down, down and just to the left of where she needs it. The vibration level is low, and the setting is not exactly her favorite, so the pleasure is not overwhelming, it's just nice, just enough for Regina's breath to quicken and her hips to circle in search for more.

"Goddamn perfect," she hears him say, a gruff sort of whisper that she's not sure she was meant to hear. Robin is licking his lips now, watching as her back arches up off the bed when he ups the speed of the vibrations and finally lets the toy touch her clit.

"God, yes," she gasps, still rolling her hips into the device, loving every second, delighting in the currents of sexual bliss now coursing through her.

"Yes, that's it," Robin tells her. "You're so bloody gorgeous, Regina, love watching you writhe like this. Tell me what you want. Say it."

"I want— mmm, fuck, that feels so go—" she cuts herself off on a loud gasp when he presses the vibrator more firmly into her clit, a little whimper breaking out of her when the setting changes to the one she loves, the one that drives her crazy. He knows her so well, knows her body so well, and he enjoys it, too, loves watching her, hearing her.

So she gives him a show.

"God, yes, just like that," she tells him, undulating her hips in time with the vibration pattern as he circles the tip over her clit. "Feels so good, I— mmmh! Want you so much."

"Want you, too, been thinking about this all day," he tells her, pressing those vibrations more firmly against her, and it's more acute now, with purpose, and she's getting so wet from it, the need to come is brewing, intensifying as he circles the tip around her clit once more, licking his lips as he watches her and whispers, "Fucking beautiful."

Her hand moves to her breasts then, still somewhat imprisoned by the haphazardly moved cups of her bra. She teases her nipples, first the right and then the left, and back again, and Robin is watching her as he rotates that vibrator over her clit some more.

"Guh—ahhh!" she pants, her back arching off the bed momentarily, and as she sinks back down, the vibrations stop, and she's about to whine her displeasure when she feels his fingers pushing into her. Two of them, slow and easy, pressing in and curving just right as he finds that spot inside her that unravels her.

"Yes! Right there," she tells him. Needlessly, of course, because he knows just by looking at her that he's found it, and hits it on every pass as he lies alongside her and brings his mouth to her left breast, sucking at her nipple hard enough to make her shout incoherently. His fingers keep working inside her, and it occurs to her that he was probably just testing to see if she was wet enough for more (and she is, god, she is), but then remained instead of doing whatever it was he was planning.

"Robin," she rasps, breathing fast as she rocks into his hand.

"Hmm?" he asks, just before he gives her one of those hard sucks again. Regina moans, then half-chuckles at the smug look on his face when her eyes find his.

"Fuck me," she tells him, and she can see just how much it affects him. She can feel the way his fingers falter in their steady in-and-out, his eyes growing darker and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he moves over her and bites her right nipple. She lets out a surprised little whimper, but circles her hips down on his fingers a little harder as she whines, "Please, Robin."

"I will, my love," he promises, "I'm going to fuck you until you scream for me, but first, I want more of this. I want to watch you."

His fingers leave her, and then he's moving to kneel between her legs.

The vibrations are back in seconds, this time teasing her entrance as Robin eases the tip of the vibrator into her. The pleasure is sharp, and strong, and incredible, setting her on fire from her very core all the way to her fingertips as she bucks her hips and demands more. Robin smiles, leans forward and lands a sucking kiss on her clit as he pushes the silicone shaft further in. She can feel it move, feel every inch as it fills her, and Fuck! she screams, because it's amazing, and she doesn't want it to stop.

Robin slowly starts to pull the vibe out, until the tip is just inside and then out, spreading the wetness of her all around her sex before he leans in and licks at her clit as the vibrator pushes inside once more.

It's a slow rhythm at first, but the vibrations make up for it, have pleasure bursting through her as he wields the toy and fucks her with it. In and out and in again, circling a little while it's inside her and driving her crazy with need. That coil of raw desire winds tighter and tighter the more he moves it, the more he tells her how sexy she is, how wet, how hot.

She lets out, a pathetic, whiny sort of Gaah, and it makes Robin look up at her, makes him lick his lips as he tells her how fucking stunning she looks right now, and she moans when he answers her breathy, Want you inside me with an animalistic growl.

"I want you to come like this," he tells her, but she can see that his free hand is now down and under the soft cotton of his boxers, stroking himself as he watches her writhe for him.

"No, I want— oh, fuck, yes!" Regina has no idea what it was she'd been about to say, because as soon as she starts talking, Robin moves down to suck at her clit hard as he eases the vibrator in again, and it's too much, it feels too good. She needs to come. Now.

"Robin, please," she begs again.

"Please what, my love?" he asks her, and she'd buy that calm demeanor if it wasn't for how gruff his voice sounds. He wants her. Badly.

"Make me come," she all but orders, and then he's back to those teasing pulses of the vibrator against her clit for a moment before he gets rid of it entirely and moves back to lie beside her, his hand traveling over her breasts, kneading and squeezing and then giving her pert nipples a little twist as he goes. Down, down, down his hand moves, tickling over her belly button with its feather-light touch, and then his fingers —three of them this time— find home inside her, curving and chasing her G-spot as he starts a fast, hard rhythm that makes her cry out in ecstasy.

"Right there?" he asks, and of course it's rhetorical, because it's very obvious that yes, definitely, right there. He moves faster, firmer, until sloppy little sounds join her almost embarrassing display of moans and she's coming hard and wet on his hand.

She hasn't even finished riding out that orgasm when he's moving his fingers out of her and scooting back down, taking a teasing little suck at her clit before he brings the vibrator back to it. He ups the speed and just keeps it there, pressed in her most sensitive spot as her bliss extends and builds and explodes all over again with a shout of "Oh fuck, Robin, yesss, don't stop!"

"Fucking love watching you come," he tells her, moving in close and whispering, "Can't wait to feel you all wet and tight around me."

He kisses her then. Hard. His tongue seeking out hers and battling wildly before his lips close around her bottom one and suck. Regina moans, kisses him back, and then bites at his upper lip before she lets the tip of her tongue lick at it the way he likes, the way that drives him wild.

"Fuck, I want you," he husks at that, then kisses her again, but only for a moment, because next thing she knows he's withdrawing, cool air hitting her heated skin as he leaves her for the few seconds it takes him to get rid of his boxers.

Robin climbs back up on the bed then, and takes her hand to lift her, until she's sitting up and he's unclasping her bra, removing it completely.

Finally, she's naked and ready, her hair a riot as she keeps seeking him out with her mouth and her hands, asking him to please just fuck her already.

"Patience is a virtue," he chides playfully, ghosting his fingers over her clit just enough to make her huff in frustration.

"Not right now, it isn't," she fires back, but her voice is no more than a low, wanton moan as she speaks, her need betraying her as she rocks her hips and tries to press more firmly into his hand when he gives her clit another cursory rub from where he kneels right next to her.

He laughs at her remark, a breathy chuckle that somehow makes her want him more, and thank god he's close enough for her to reach, because now two can play the same game.

Her hand grasps his cock and tugs firmly, his sharp intake of breath the soundtrack to her success as Regina licks her lips and tells him, "Lie down, Robin."

She can see the battle raging in his eyes, torn as he is between surrendering to her and keeping control of this little game.

He chooses control.

Instead of heeding her command, he hovers over her and moves a hand down between them, rubbing at her clit again and making all coherent thought flee her mind as she rocks into his touch.

"Mmmh," is all she says, licking her lips, now dry from her gasping, and moving her own hand back to her breast to toy with her nipple.

Robin groans at the sight of her, and then he's leaning in close, his lips soft as a flower petal by her ear as he tells her, "I want to make you come again."

Oh, god, she whimpers, her hips moving faster, seeking out a firmer rub from his thumb as he presses it over her clit and tells her, "I want you to come all over my cock as I fuck you."

She moans again, because what else can she do when he says things like that? He's letting one finger back into her, lazy and measured, just to get her going, just to rile her up, and it's working, has her instantly wanting more, and it's all she can do to cry out a breathy, "God, please, Robin, do it now," that makes him smile devilishly from where he leans over her.

His head moves to her breasts, teeth nibbling gently on her nipple and pulling it into his mouth.

A high-pitched Mnyaaah escapes her when the wet heat of his mouth envelops the stiff peak, and she's so sensitive right now, so needy, that her hand grabs at his wrist, urging his now still hand to move again.

"So eager," he teases into her breast, the tip of his nose caressing her skin as he moves to her other nipple and treats it to the same attentions.

"Your fault," she accuses in reply, and he chuckles a little as his hand moves out of her, his lips moving up her chest and into her neck to bestow more hot kisses right where she likes them. Regina squirms, seeking his hand again, wanting those steady pulses of his fingers back inside her.

"Patience, my love," he whispers into her skin, and then sucks at that spot between neck and shoulder that ignites her further, teasing the tip of his tongue over her wetly, until she's arching into him and his fingers press back in at last in a steady, slow pace.

"Want you," she gasps, and he tells her he wants her, too. Needs to feel her.

"So take me," she offers, shallow breaths coloring her words as she lies back down and sprawls on the bed, arching her back and pushing her breasts out a little, knowing he'll appreciate the view.

"God, you're stunning," he moans, and she bites her lip, pleased with just how much he wants her right now.

The vibrator lies forgotten somewhere by the corner of the mattress, and when he grabs her legs and drags her to the edge of the bed, she feels the silicone rub against her thigh. Robin's eyes drift to it, and then she sees the flash of purple as he lifts it, showing it to her with an amused smile on his face.

"I'm not done with this yet, Madam President," he tells her, but his free hand is lazily pumping his cock as he watches her, his eyes almost rolling back at the stimulation.

"By all means, Agent Locksley," she claps back, opening her legs and smiling fondly when he settles between them, his hand leaving his cock to travel up her thigh instead.

It always strikes her, how he always has this need to touch her despite all the time they've been together. How he still reveres every inch of her body, like it's going to fade from his grasp if he doesn't bestow it proper attention. And that touch, that simple caress of his hand over her leg, adds a tenderness to the moment she hadn't been expecting, not with how needy and fast this little encounter is going.

It's there, though, that love he feels for her, has always felt for her, a love that she returns wholeheartedly and without fear.

She moves her hand down to his, runs the pad of her finger over his wedding band for a moment, breathing deeply and giving herself time to appreciate just how happy he makes her.

"Robin," she says at last, still smiling softly at him. "Make me come on your cock."

He bites into a grin at that, leans over her and then licks that spot on her neck again, kisses and sucks his way down to her breasts as her legs wrap and lock around him, keeping him pressed right against her, the tip of his cock teasing her clit.

He straightens then, pumping his hardness more firmly as he looks and looks at her, licking his lower lip as his gaze moves over her naked form.

And then finally, finally, he positions himself just right, and she feels the tip of him pushing into her slowly, just to give her a taste before he withdraws.

She grunts her displeasure, moves just a little bit further down, until half her ass is hovering over the edge of the bed as he pushes back in, all the way to the hilt this time.

"God, yes!" she shouts, enjoying the way he stretches her to perfection, her hips jerking to meet him when he pulls back and thrusts back in a little harder.

For a moment he stays there, his hips unmoving, his cock buried in her as she rolls her hips slowly, just to feel him, just to bask in having him filling her. He groans her name, and she whimpers his in turn, gasping at just how good it feels to have him like this. This was such a good idea.

The buzzing of the vibrator joins her little pornographic display, and suddenly she feels the rhythmic pulses on her clit as Robin draws back and rams back in.

"Hold it," he tells her, sounding a little breathless. Regina grasps blindly for the smooth silicone, her eyes intent on the darkened blue of his. She finds the toy easily enough, fiddles with the buttons a bit to get the setting that makes her come faster (he won't wait for long, she can see the tension in his neck, hear the hitch in his breath from the effort it takes him to hold off), and then she moans loudly when the new, faster vibrations hit her clit just right.

"Fuck, yes, you look so beautiful like that," she hears Robin say, and her eyes are closed right now as she surrenders to the unbelievable sensation, but she can tell by the raspy quality of his voice that he's enjoying this immensely.

"Robin, you feel... aahh!" It's amazing, it feels amazing, having him move in and out of her while she lets the vibrator do its magic on her clit. She's so wet, and he feels so good, she doesn't want it to end.

There's sweat on her temples, and she can feel her hair sticking to her brow in a matted riot as she thrashes and sighs at the pleasure. She looks a mess right now, she's sure of it, but Robin is grunting, gasping, telling her how fucking gorgeous she is, how he loves everything about her, how she never looks more stunning than when she's wet and needy like this...

"Fuck, yes, right there!" she tells him when he shifts his weight slightly and grabs her thighs to pull her closer, the slight change in angle making him hit that spot inside her just right. Her legs are no longer wrapped around him, but held spread wide by his hands as he bucks into her faster and faster, his breaths shallow and quick, exhaling on every thrust.

"So tight, so wet— Mmmh, love, you're perfect. Fucking perfect, I'm— yes, hold it right there on your clit, don't let go," he rambles, adding, "God I wish you could see how incredible you look right now."

Robin leans over her, pressing his torso to hers as he kisses her sloppily, his tongue wet and warm and fast against hers, battling for dominance before he sucks the tip of hers into his mouth, then bites on her lower lip and pulls.

"Tell me how it feels," Regina orders when he lets go, licking the spot where his teeth have just nibbled.

"Incredible," he answers. "You're so wet and tight and— oh, fuck, I can feel it," he lets out on a particularly hard thrust, when he's in deep enough to get a thrill from the vibrations as Regina presses the toy to her clit. "So fucking good."

She's gasping and thrashing, crying out an endless stream of Yesyesyesyesss as the pleasure builds and builds with every thrust he gives her.

"Are you gonna come? Fuck, tell me you're gonna come," he urges, the pace of his hips going a little erratic, a little off centre. It hits the spot just right, has her all but mewling at him as she undulates her lower body, circling onto his cock as the vibrator continues buzzing away at her clit.

"I'm so close," she rasps, "so clos— mmmh, Robin!"

"You feel that?" he grunts, "Feel how hard I am for you?" His voice is shaking with the effort it takes him to hold back, but he needn't try for too long, she's almost there.

"Yes, I— you— mmm, god, yes, don't stop," she settles on, her breathing going faster, her pulse rushing. She can hear the thump-thump-thump of her own heartbeat, feel his cock slide in deep, hitting that spot inside her again and again.

"I'm gonna come," she tells him. "You feel so good, I'm— YES!"

Orgasm washes over her in delicious waves of sensation, igniting her very skin as the vibrator prolongs the pleasure while Robin thrusts in hard and deep and stays there, filling her and groaning loudly as he feels her coming.

"God, you're perfect," he tells her, "fucking exquisite."

The vibrator has fallen from her hand, which now lays limp at her side as she takes deep breaths, and all the while, Robin moves in and out of her at a snail's pace, watching her every reaction.

Instead of winding down from her bliss, though, it sets off this raw need in her to just... claim him. So she does, arches her back and rises just enough to grab at him and bring him back down, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as she kisses him, deep and fast and wet, tongues battling and tasting, her teeth biting hard into his bottom lip.

The action makes him speed up his thrusts, and Regina parts their mouths for a moment and tells him, "Come inside me, Robin," before she dives back in and swallows the moan he gives her in reply. He picks up the pace, fucking into her faster and deeper as Regina wraps her legs tightly around his waist and keeps him there, until he's spasming and coming, groaning loudly and sucking at her upper lip.

They stay like that for a moment, him buried inside her, both sharing kisses that go from hurried and hot to lazy and deep, all gentle nibbles and soothing licks as their hands wander and caress naked skin.

His hand is at her breast, squeezing gently, just because he can, and she lets out a long exhale, then feels him pull out of her collapse on his side right next to her, the tip of his nose tickling her neck.

"How was your day?" he asks as he lifts his head, the words muffled by her hair as he kisses it.

"Better now," she admits with a smile, her breathing deepening as they relax into each other. "Yours?"

"Mmm... lonely," he tells her as he lies back down and cuddles into her. "I missed having you around today."

She can feel his lashes fluttering against her neck, the tip of his nose skimming up and down. This is what she wanted when she got home today, but the pleasant ache between her legs is definitely a welcome addition.

"I missed you, too," she tells him, staring up at the ceiling and smiling when his lips pucker over her jaw to land a kiss there.

And then, then he says the magic words, and everything slides seamlessly into place.

"Would you like some banana cake?"

Her sigh makes him laugh as he rises from the bed, and she follows his movements with her gaze and asks, "How did you know?"

Robin only smiles at her, then leans perpendicularly over her on the bed and lands a kiss on her cheek.

"You always want dessert when you come home from a trip," he shrugs. And he's right, of course.

"You do love me," she jokes, making her voice overly sweet.

"Eh, you're alright, I suppose," he quips, and Regina tries to swat him with her hand, but he's too fast and moves out of the way. Her palm does catch his wrist though, so she grabs it, pulls him over and on top of her for a warm, deep kiss.

Robin moans his surprise, but returns the kiss fervently, one hand tangling in her chaotic waves and keeping her close even after they part.

"I'll take that banana cake now," she announces, and he laughs into the space between them.

"So demanding," he taunts her.

"I am the President," she teases back. Robin just grins at her, shaking his head and giving her a kiss, then another, and another, his mouth separating from hers on a wet smack.

"One banana cake with cream cheese frosting coming right up, Madam President," he plays along, kissing her one last time before he heads out of the bedroom and into the suite.

And as Regina watches his naked form walk out the door, she decides that despite it not being what she wanted when she first arrived, tonight is still the best homecoming she could ever hope for.