For OQ Prompt Party - Day 6
Prompt 162: Regina's hair is curly and Robin likes.
Her mother always said her hair was a nightmare.
Regina remembers the pain of Cora's comb as its teeth bit and forced apart the knots in her curls. She remembers despising her hair because of it, remembers adding it to the long list of things Mother had made her hate about herself.
From a very young age, she'd learned to untangle and straighten it herself, style it to please Cora, to fit her mold of what a proper young lady should look like, until it became part of her routine. So embedded in her mind that she couldn't even fathom leaving her room until her thick ringlets had been turned into a sleek sheet of dark tresses.
Daniel had always told her he loved all of her, that her curls were beautiful and she shouldn't disguise them to placate her mother, and Regina had listened for the most part.
Robin has insisted, too, has told her over and over again how much he likes her natural hair, and she knows he's not lying, enjoys how he falls asleep playing with it on the nights she's too exhausted to blow-dry it before bed. But it's hard to shake Cora's judgment when it's so ingrained in Regina's head and soul, even so long after the woman's death. And while she feels confident enough to let her hair flow in its natural state in the privacy of their residence, she has never stepped out in public like that.
Until today, it seems, when the weather appears adamant on revealing her dark secret to the world.
It's the White House Easter Egg Roll, the last one of her administration. She's in a sand-colored dress, with one of those asymmetrical necklines Ruby has been favoring in the presidential wardrobe lately, a thin gold belt at her middle. She'd been wearing heels, and her hair had been styled in the short, flipped-at-the-ends kind of waves Regina tends to favor, to better frame her face and the single drop pearl earrings she'd added to the ensemble. A nude lip, some neutral eyeshadows and a coat of mascara and she'd been good to go. Simple, elegant.
But it's raining now, an unforecast drizzle that had turned into a full blown shower only minutes later. And she looks, well... the dress is no longer "sand", for starters, but rather a speckled muddy grey, the water darkening the fabric as it hits it. Her heels are off and thrown carelessly somewhere, her makeup wet and little smudgy, testing that waterproof mascara... but it's her hair that bothers her.
The falling drops have made her carefully styled waves crisp and curve, and as she asks Ruby to bring in the hairdresser for an emergency appointment, Regina has to fight the urge to dismiss herself as messy... unkempt... tries to ignore the fact that as she thinks of the words, it's Cora's voice that utters them in her head.
But there are thousands of people here, thousands who have run under the giant tent that's been set up to continue the celebrations, thousands who are looking at her as the rain reveals her true nature to them all. She feels exposed, gawked at (and she knows, she knows they're not gawking, that they're not all judging her appearance. They're just looking at her because she's the President, their hostess, nothing more), and doesn't know how to move on until she feels her the warmth of Robin's hand on the small of her back.
"Come with me," he whispers in her ear, guiding her to a secluded corner, just behind the tall pine shrubs that have been encased in the vastness of the tent. Next thing she knows, he's pressing her against one of the tubes that hold the tent up, his lips getting lost on her neck for uninterrupted, heated seconds before he seeks out her mouth.
Regina moans into the kiss, gasps his name when he grabs her thigh and holds it by his waist, her other leg faltering a bit as she opens so he can settle between them, pressing closer. She's moaning as he kisses her, returns every delicious swipe of his tongue, sucks hard at his lower lip and pulls at it with her teeth, delighting in his answering groan as his hand moves up to her hair, tangling in the wet tresses.
"I love your hair like this," he tells her, tugging a little to make his point, and then he's kissing her again, wild and frenzied, the hand he has on her thigh moving to her ass and giving her a firm little squeeze that makes her whimper in his hold.
"I don't," she confesses, when they part and her leg falls back down, foot landing softly on the grass. Her admission is nothing he doesn't already know. They've been together long enough for Regina to pour her heart out to him time and again, including these ugly little parts of her mother that she wishes hadn't remained embedded in her soul.
"Your mother does not get to dictate how you feel about yourself, Regina, especially not from beyond the grave," he says firmly, the same words he's always told her when they discuss Cora's grip on her psyche.
"I know," she admits, shame coloring her tone, "I... sometimes I can't help it. And all those people seeing me like this, I just felt... inadequate."
"I understand," he comforts, "but you are beautiful, and I love your hair. I love all of you, in every way."
"I love you, too," Regina tells him, tears shining in her eyes as she leans in for a soft smooch. "I just didn't want them to think I was messy. Or that I don't take my job seriously."
"My darling, it's just a bit of rain, not a nuclear threat," he says, chuckling a bit at his own joke, and Regina glares at him, but doesn't pull away.
Robin sighs, the hand on her ass moving to her waist while the other settles on her face, cradling her cheek and rubbing the pad of his thumb over her temple.
"It's only hair, my love, nothing else," he asserts, his voice dropping when he adds, "And I happen to find you quite sexy right now."
"You always find me sexy," Regina retorts with mock-annoyance, pressing her hips into his growing erection.
"Yes, well, you're even sexier with your hair like this," he counters, smirking as he leans in, hand moving from her cheek to her hair again, tangling and playing with the wet curls. Regina lets out a little Mmm into the kiss he gives her, then another when he veers away from her mouth and sucks at her pulse point the way she likes.
"Robin, we can't do this here," she chides her husband, and it's a breathy, gaspy thing, not at all the firm tone she'd been going for, but it stops him anyway, has him chuckling into her neck and pulling back to look at her.
"Fine, let's go to our room," he states matter-of-factly, like they can just bail on their guests to go for a quickie in the residence.
"Later," Regina promises, because already she's feeling that wetness between her legs, and she'll surely have to remedy that tonight, but... "Right now I have Easter eggs to find."
When they emerge from their little bubble, everyone is chatting with David, who gives them a knowing smile and a pointed glance, as if to say You owe me one.
And just the smug glint in her VP's eye is enough to have Regina turning, giving her husband a seductive look as she tells him, "You know what? I changed my mind."
If David wants the credit for covering for them, fine, she'll let him earn it.
As self conscious as she was before, she's confident now as she grabs her husband's hand and walks on. She excuses herself with her detail and guests, citing some phone conference she hadn't been able to reschedule and must take care of before she continues the festivities; tells her son to save her some of the chocolate eggs with toffee filling, and sets off.
They don't go to the bedroom, much to her surprise, but rather Robin guides her to his office, his wicked smile growing as he looks back and wiggles his eyebrows at her.
Regina shakes her head in amused exasperation, rolls her eyes playfully as she lets him weave them through the less crowded hallways towards their destination.
It's her ass that shuts the door behind her when Robin pins her to the solid wood, his lips attacking her instantly, hands roaming her body and grabbing haphazardly at the hem of her dress.
She has no time to react, has barely let out a choked whisper of Rob—oh when he's on his knees between her parted legs, fingers rubbing at her clit over her the smooth texture of her underwear. It's... well it's amazing, yes, feels amazing, but she's startled by the action, had expected a little more foreplay, if she's honest.
"Take it off," she rasps, and hears him laugh from his place at her feet.
"Take what off, my darling?" he asks, and Regina just gasps a squeaky Everything as her hand threads into his hair and pulls.
Robin grunts at the sensation, just as she'd known he would, and then he's obeying her command, shoving the nude silk of her panties down her legs.
Her dress is still on, though, and it's well-fitted, too tight to pull over her head, especially with the belt. Robin seems to realize that as soon as she does, because they both groan in frustration as he rises, his hands already working at the knot of his light blue tie, until it's off and thrown far away from them both.
He pauses for a moment then, tangles his hand in her curls again and brings her in for a kiss that is soft and slow, a moment of calm before their frenzied need takes over.
"Stunning," he tells her when they part, his fingers toying with the ends of her hair as he smiles. Regina's heart feels like it'll explode, flooding with the rush of her feelings for this wonderful man, this wonderful second chance life has given her, and she pulls him in and kisses him fervently, spiking up the sweet-and-spicy cocktail of their arousal.
They both work at removing that thin belt of hers, but it's too many hands on a too tiny buckle, so Regina takes over, and then moans loudly when Robin shifts his hands to her breasts, squeezing over the fabric, thumb finding and rubbing at her nipples, the lace of her bra creating just enough friction to drive her wild.
The belt is off in seconds, and then he's grabbing her by the waist and turning her, pressing her front against the office door while his hand moves to travel down her back and over the curve of her rear, kneading there for a bit.
"God, Robin please just take it off," she begs, and breathes a sigh of relief when her husband finally starts to bring the zipper down. It stops on the small of her back, and Regina straightens for a moment, lets the fabric fall and pool at her feet, delighting in Robin's muffled groan as her ass is left on display.
Her bra is still on, but he removes it in seconds, unclasping it and clumsily throwing it somewhere on his desk. When Regina tries to turn back around to face him, he presses her there, wordlessly asking her not to move just yet, and fuck, yes, this is great, this is just what she needs.
He presses into her from behind, moves his hands around to her front and plays with her breasts for a moment while he kisses her neck, murmurs naughty things like Want to fuck you just like this, love into her skin.
He leaves her then, sinks to his knees behind her and moves her ass further out towards his face, burying his tongue inside her the second she opens her legs to him.
There's a sound, a half-yell, half-whimper kind of thing that takes Regina a moment to realize came from her, and then it happens again, and again, because Robin is fucking her with his tongue in fast little dips that are quickly driving her to the brink.
One finger joins him, his tongue teasing around her folds for a moment before she feels the delicious pressure as he enters her, twisting his hand this way and that, searching until—
"Oh, fuck, yes, right there!" she half-screams, pushing her rear out a little further so she can rock into that finger. The circling of her hips is awkward due to their current position, but he gets the hint, and hits that spot again... and again, and it's so good, so fucking good, she's... he's just... god, she wants him.
"Robin," she gasps, and his answering Hmm from his perch between her legs sends little vibrations through her sensitive clit right before he sucks it into his mouth.
She's clawing at the door, trying to find something to hold on to as he fucks her with fingers and tongue, slurpy little sounds echoing in the quiet of his office.
It's hot in here, they hadn't even bothered turning on the AC when they came in, and she can feel a drop of sweat traveling down the center of her back. It does terrible things to her already messed up hair, of course, and the idea that she's looking so disastrous at the moment blocks her arousal for a few seconds.
It's enough to have Robin pausing, his lips dropping a quick kiss on her left cheek before he rises, moving to whisper You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen into her shoulder.
And then he adds And you're all mine as his hand ventures over her ass and down between her legs, those talented fingers of his making their way inside her again, and thought leaves her altogether.
"Mmmh, yes!" she shouts into the door. She should probably keep it down, there are agents patrolling the halls. But how can she be quiet when he's— Oh, god! Curving his fingers just right and— mmm, fucking her harder with them, building up that need, that fire.
"You're incredible right now," he murmurs into her ear, and then he sinks his head into the crook of her neck and presses his tongue there, with warm, wet passes that make her squirm.
"Need you," she gasps, pressing her arm into the door and muffling her next loud moan with it. His fingers pick up speed, and she can't help it, she grinds into them, circles her hips and pushes her ass back against him, wanting him deeper.
Robin growls at her plea, and then his hands leave her, and she hears the metallic clink of his belt buckle as he undoes it, hears the faint rustling of his trousers as they hit the floor, and the scrape of that buckle against the dark, cherry wood floor. He's breathing fast, gasping almost, as he moves back to his previous position, and this time she can feel his hard cock, the tip bobbing against her left cheek as Robin leans in close and tells her, "Spread your legs for me, love."
"Oh, god," she rasps, and does as she's told, pushing her lower body away from the door and back against him. She hears him groan behind her, feels the reverent touch of his hand as it roams over her ass and then sinks back between her legs, giving her a cursory rub just over her clit before his knees hit the floor with a heavy thud.
He buries his face in her sex again, licking at her clit before he sucks it into his mouth. Regina lets out a high-pitched Aahhh as she pushes back into him, seeking more of the delicious feeling. Robin hums against her, sending vibrations that make her jerk and groan.
"So wet," he tells her, and well, of course she is, but this is getting frustrating.
"Robin," she whines, and he has the audacity to tut at her, telling her to be patient.
"I want to enjoy watching you come apart, Regina," he tells her. "And besides, the more I make you sweat, the more those lovely curls come out."
She knows what he's doing, can see it clear as day, and it's sweet, that he's trying to get her to see herself through his eyes, to see how much he loves and appreciates every part of her, but her raw desire is winning out right now, and all he's doing at the moment is tease her clit with the tip of his tongue.
"More," she begs, pushing her ass back into his face. Robin holds her steady, left hand grasping her thigh, the right kneading at her cheek and spreading her just enough to give her more tantalizing flicks of his tongue. And then that tongue dips, and pushes its way inside her, curling and tasting and making her scream into her arm where it presses against the door.
"Good?" he asks, and she can hear the smug smile on his face, but she doesn't care right now. She's nodding frantically, burying her face in the crook of her arm and moaning loudly when he does it again, and again, fucking into her and giving her clit a quick, sucking kiss every time he withdraws.
"Fuck me," she begs, her voice so low she thinks he can't hear her, but the sharp intake of breath she hears behind her tells her that he did, and that her words have had the desired effect.
Robin stands up then, dipping his fingers back inside her for a moment to test her. It's good, has her arousal simmering as he kisses up her back and then over her neck. When he lets go, she feels him, hard and ready between her legs, the tip of his cock teasing at her entrance.
"Robin, please!" she whimpers, and before she's done saying the words, he's sliding into her from behind, his body pressing hers flush against the door.
The loud Fuck! he lets out when he's finally all the way inside her echoes in a moan of her own. He wastes no time, starts thrusting fast and hard where he stands, slamming her against the door again and again. Regina cries out, her head lolling back into his shoulder as he moves one hand to her waist and the other around her front, playing with her breasts and pinching one nipple and then the other as he fucks her.
"Fuck, don't stop, don't stopdon'tst— mmm, Robin, so good," she babbles, tilting her hips the slightest bit on his next thrust, and he's hitting that spot now, frissons of pleasure igniting inside her, heating her very skin as she pushes back against him faster, harder, seeking more of him, all of him.
"You've— " he gasps, punctuating every word with a thrust as he continues, "no— idea— how— fucking— good— you feel. Love you."
"Love you, too," she responds, and then, "Harder."
He does just that, fucks her harder and faster, letting go of her breasts and holding onto her waist with both hands for purchase. Excitement rushes through her as he goes, and then he's pounding into her, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the space around them, joining with her many gasps and moans, and the whispers of Fuck and So wet and Want you to come on my cock that spill from Robin as he moves.
It's that last wish that has her venturing a hand down to her clit, rubbing fast little circles over it. Her hand trembles as she moves, but she manages just the same, and Robin's gruff Oh, fuck, yes, love, touch yourself like that has a pleased little smile forming on her lips.
It doesn't take long, and with a few more quick rubs on the sensitive nub, and the steady, pulsing rhythm of Robin's cock inside her, Regina finally comes, melting into the pleasurable abyss as he holds her up and fucks her faster, chasing her orgasm with his own.
His thrusts slow down to something measured and lazy as he rides those last few moments of bliss, and it feels amazing, the leisurely pace keeping it from becoming too much as she pants and Mmms the echoes of pleasure still cresting and abating inside her.
When he pulls out of her, she shoots out a hand to stop him from leaving. His questioning grunt has her grinning, turning against the door until the overheated skin of her back hits the smooth surface.
Regina looks at him, fully aware that she must have the dopiest smile on her face at the moment, and that her hair and makeup probably look a mess, but for once, she doesn't hear her mother's voice, or her own chiding comments on her appearance. Instead, she's just... happy.
Using the door for support, she sinks down onto the floor, her knees landing softly as she reaches out and runs a hand over his thigh.
"Come closer," she orders fondly, her voice is a little hoarse, but she knows he enjoys that, so she pays it no mind, merely bites her lower lip into a smile as he does as he's told.
When he's close enough, she gently takes his softening cock in her hand. Robin jerks a little, but says nothing.
Slowly, so slowly, she brings her tongue to him, licking the wetness coating his shaft. She's careful not to go too close to the tip, knowing he'll be sensitive there, but this, this she can do. He tastes of her, and of him, and it's not altogether pleasant, really, but the fact that it's both of them thrills her.
"God," he gasps above her, threading one hand into her hair and scratching her head affectionately. Regina continues to lick, cleaning him up while he watches and plays with her hair. He's giving her little appreciative moans, his breathing deepening. On one particularly slow pass, she moves her tongue just a bit closer to the tip, and grins up at him when his hips jerk reflectively away from her.
"Evil," he tells her, shaking his head with a smile of his own, and Regina merely bites her lip and moves back to the safe territory of his shaft, licking away the evidence of their activities and taking a moment to swallow while looking up at him. Robin's answer is a little growl that stays low in his throat, his hand still buried in her hair. She loves when he does that, that gentle massaging of his fingers over her scalp, that show of love and tenderness even during something as raunchy as her licking come off his cock.
When she finally stands, she kisses him. Robin grimaces a little at the taste, but kisses her back fervently, his tongue playing with hers for a few precious moments before they part.
He's standing there, tie haphazardly undone, his shirt wrinkled and messily unbuttoned, his cock limp and spent now between naked legs. He hadn't had time to finish undressing, it seems, and the sight is... well, adorable, really.
"You look cute," she teases.
"And you look ravishing," he shoots back, which makes her throw a glance at her reflection in the black of the TV screen in the corner.
Her hair is chaos. Gone are the lovely waves that often make the Top 10 Best Hairstyles list in many magazines, decimated by rainwater and sweat. Instead, a mass of messy, matted curls sits atop her head, bouncing slightly when she moves.
Regina makes a frustrated sound, and then Robin is pressing his chest to her back and turning her fully, so that her naked body is visible on the shiny black of the screen, joined by the reflection of his face smiling at her as he sets his chin on her shoulder, his hands caressing down her shoulders and over her arms, then back up over her waist and stomach, pausing their ascent when they reach her breasts.
"You're stunning," he says as he gives the swells a little squeeze, his lips dotting a kiss on her shoulder. "And I love your hair like this."
"You've already said that," she argues, but that lazy smile is still on her face, she can see it in her reflection as she sinks back against him fully, her head landing on his shoulder as he closes his eyes and decorates her neck with more of those tiny, loving kisses.
"And I'll say it again. I can't help it. It's sexy, incredibly so," he says into her skin, opening his eyes to look into hers in their reflections as he finishes with, "It does things to me."
"Yes, you proved that," Regina chuckles.
"Give me a couple more minutes and I'll prove it again," he teases with a grin, adding, "Perhaps with you bent over the desk this time."
"Mmm," she says, her voice low, teasing him, her hands reaching back to touch him, one on his hair, the other on. "You'll bend me over the desk?"
Robin nods as he swallows, looking at her as she arches her back from his chest, seeking a firmer touch of his hand over her breasts as she asks, "What will you do to me?"
"Well..." he starts, giving her left nipple a little pinch. "I'd start right here, playing with your nipples the way you like..."
She gasps when he brings that hand on her breasts up to his lips and sucks his fingers into his mouth, moving them back out and over her to give her right nipple a gentle twist.
"Mmm and then what?" She prods.
"Then I'd touch you here..." his hand moves down her stomach, right to her clit to toy with it, and if she doesn't stop him soon she's going to loose this little game.
"And then?" She finds herself asking anyway.
"Whatever Her Majesty commands," he answers.
She laughs outright at that.
"As much as I would like that," she tells him, turning in his arms as she finishes with, "we actually do have guests to attend to."
He sighs an I know, resigned to the end of their reprieve.
The moment silence settles between then, Robin looks somewhere beyond her and groans. When she raises her eyebrow in question, he tells her, "Now I can see all of this," he punctuates the word by squeezing her bare ass, "reflected in the screen."
Regina smiles deviously up at him, biting her lower lip as she wriggles her ass from side to side. Robin shakes his head with a laugh, then kisses her fondly on the lips and tells her, "You're amazing."
"Thanks for this," she says in return, "I've been wanting alone time with you for the past few days, but I hadn't realized how much I needed it until now. I'm sorry things have been so hectic."
"You've nothing to apologize for, my love," he assures her, dotting a kiss to the tip of her nose. "And I've missed you, too."
She smiles at that, leans in close and breathes him in for a few quiet moments.
When they return to the party, redressed so impeccably that no one would ever guess what truly happened, Regina's hair is flying free, the cold wind whipping it about her face as she smiles and warmly greets her favorite diplomats.
Ruby, ever diligent, walks up to Regina, and surreptitiously whispers, "Ma'am, I've got the hairdresser standing by in your suite, he's ready to go whenever you are."
And for once, Regina smiles and says, "That's okay, Ruby. Tell him we won't be needing his services today."
The younger woman smiles, gives her a thumbs up and a low whisper of "Atta girl," then heads off to tip and dismiss the man, leaving Regina by herself again.
Robin is suddenly before her, leaning in close and whispering in her ear just how proud he is of her.
"I love you," she answers him, lost in the sparkly, cheerful blue of his eyes.
And then her son walks up to her, and tells her just how awesome it is that their hair matches now, and the last of Cora's critical remarks are squashed away, buried under the mountain of love and acceptance that life has seen fit to give her.
