A/N: Hello everyone! Here we go - finally! I'm so happy ONCE is back on our screens and holy gummybear, the 100th episode was mind blowing in my opinion. Lana is just such an amazing actress and I'm so happy Regina finally got closure with her Daddy. This scene brought me to tears - both of them, multiple times. Now the happiness of the 100th episode got kind of a dark shadow with the rumors about the filming yesterday. I won't spoil anything here but I'm really scared.
Thanks so much to all the favs, follows, and especially your comments! These really get me going so hopefully this chapter will keep them coming. Another thanks goes to my amazing beta-friend waterbaby and of course to you for all your support. Enjoy!
(10)
Regina entered the kitchen studio, which was usually used for the show called The Taste. It wasn't as grand as it looked on TV but Regina had learned that nothing on TV ever was. The cameras always made everything look so glamorous, but truly, it wasn't. Nevertheless, she felt excited, since cooking shows were one of her guilty pleasures after a hard day at work. Mary Margaret liked to make fun of her because of it - funny, since watching a cooking show from time to time really could help her friend to improve her cooking skills, which were mainly based on mac and cheese - but Regina didn't care. Not when her friend spent her time with sappy romantic reality TV like the Bachelor.
Pot calling the kettle black, Regina thought with a grimace since it was her who was actually starring in a sappy romantic TV show right now, not Mary Margaret. Perhaps her friend would be better off here with her never ending belief in true love and happy endings. She would definitely find Prince Charming.
The lights were switched on and on every counter top was a small vase filled with a bit of water, prepared for a rose she would give to one of the candidates by the end of the day. They would take six of the cooking islands, which were located in the middle, one for each man to work on. On each of them was a red apron with a Bachelorette logo, embroidered with the name of the candidate. Sidney, Victor, Arthur, Lancelot, David and Robin. For the latter one she hoped they had a first-aid kit ready.
She was already wearing her apron over a pair of tight black leather pants and a black t-shirt. The only thing she would loathe in the next few hours were her neck-breaking high heels Ruby had picked out to go with the outfit. It felt like style and comfort was not a compatible combination.
"Sorry, but you are a shrimp, Regina. We can't have the cooking islands swallow you up when you stand behind them and especially when you're next to a giant like Lancelot."
No, they probably couldn't - and she would not have agreed to the other option. A stool behind every cooking island for her to stand on. No, she wouldn't lower her guard that far. So high heels (and hopefully a long, nice foot massage once all of this was over) it was.
"Yo Sister," Leroy yelled from top of the jury seats, his camera in hand. "There are people waiting for you, you ready?"
Regina gave him a thumbs up, her eyes following his waving gesture. She touched the perfect looking braid on her head just to be sure, and then turned around. For a second she thought her mind was playing games with her, but it wasn't. No. The two women walking toward her were Belle, the host and none other than…
"Hi, I'm Tiana Grenouille," the dark skinned woman stretched her hand outward for Regina to grab. She was smiling at her, obviously pleased to meet the Bachelorette. Regina stared at the hand, her facial expression a mixture of shock and excitement. Something in her head finally gave her hand the order to not be rude and take Tiana's hand.
"I… I… You're Tiana Grenouille," she stuttered slightly embarrassed, continuing to shake the other woman's hand before she realized she was acting weird. Get a grip on it, Mills! "Oh God I'm so sorry, that's what you just said. It's just… I'm a huge fan! You're the youngest chef ever to receive three Michelin stars at the age of twenty six."
"Oh I didn't know you're familiar with Tiana," Belle smiled, ever cheerfully. "It's a good thing I introduced you beforehand then and not when we were shooting. Listen, the guys just arrived and we will start shooting with them in fifteen minutes so you'll have to leave and wait in the backstage area. Everything's set up and we will do just like we rehearsed. I was just making sure you're ready."
"Oh don't worry, Belle. I'm sure Regina is going to do great, right?" Tiana winked at Regina, slightly squeezing the hand she was still holding. Blushing, she let go of the hand, nervously picking nonexistent lint off her apron. Belle vanished with a quick nod toward both women, leaving Regina and Tiana to themselves. An awkward silence settled between them, each of them not sure what to say after the awkward greeting.
"I'm sorry, this was just so embarrassing," she huffed out. "Can we try it again? Hi, I'm Regina. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Tiana let out a rich laugh, playfully patting Regina's upper arm. Her touch was cool but comforting. "I'm Tiana… but we've established that, haven't we? I must admit I'm surprised. It's not often that I'm recognized by people like..."
"What? People like me?"
Tiana shrugged helplessly. "I don't know but this whole reality TV thing with people hoping to find their true love is just…"
"Crazy?" Regina asked with a smirk.
"Desperate," the chef shot back. This time it was Regina's turn to laugh out loud about Tiana's directness. Well, the chef was right. It was rather desperate to hope to find true love on television of all things, something she was quite aware of.
"Desperate times, desperate measures. A friend got me in here. If you despise television so much then why, if I may ask, are you here?" Together the two women walked toward the backstage waiting area where they had to wait until Belle would call them in in a few minutes. The obvious face Tiana made at her comment didn't slip Regina's attention.
"Well, you know… if you want to be successful in this business you have to be seen by people, otherwise they won't take you seriously. Gold Productions offered me a free seat in the new season of The Taste and my manager Ray thought I should take it since the ratings went down after they launched the new concept on "Look and Cook"," Tiana explained, a bitter smile on her face.
Regina bit her lip, wondering whether she should say anything. The first season of "Look and Cook" with Tiana had been amazing, however when they introduced her new co-chef Mr. Facilier, the show had gone downhill very quickly. Even Henry, who'd loved to watch it with her, had given up quickly after they aired the first few episodes of the second season.
"Oh, out with it. I know the show sucks, Regina. There's no need to spare my feelings."
She sighed, her eyes focusing in on Tiana's bitter expression. "Well, it didn't suck when you were the only chef in the kitchen, you know? Too many cooks spoil the broth."
"Don't you think I know that?" the chef sighed sadly, her hands rubbing through her untamable hair. "I started with nothing! I worked my ass off to be where I am now and then this blown up frog-face comes along thinking just because he made his name sound French he is a good chef! The guy is terrible to work with!" Tiana slumped down on the nearest chair, her hands wiping her face as if the stress would disappear that way.
"I'm so sorry Tiana, I had no idea. I mean I kind of figured Facilier is terrible but… is there nothing you can do?"
"I'll quit the show after this season is over. That's why I'm here now. It's… promotion as well for me as for Gold Productions. I'm sorry you have to listen to this crap but it feels kind of good to talk someone who's not a part of the production and will hold everything you say against you. Honestly I thought you'd be more…"
"Superficial?" Regina asked, trying to keep herself from smirking.
"Bitchy… but superficial does it, too. But you're cool, Regina. So… Do you really think one of those guys out there could be your true love?"
Oh Tiana… if only you knew. She bit her lip, forcing her thoughts to stay right where they were and not go wander around to certain men with a dashing smile who made her knees go weak by just looking at her. "I hope one of them is but I'm yet to find out. I think we have a good team to work with today. Perhaps you'd let me know what you think of them once this is over?"
"You know my opinions can be kind of harsh…"
"I wouldn't ask you otherwise. I appreciate honesty in this regard. It's kind of hard to find out who's really there for you and who's there for publicity," Regina admitted.
"I'll let you know what I think once the challenge is over."
They didn't have time to talk more as they were asked to enter the stage where the six men were waiting all lined up with red aprons, eagerly awaiting her arrival. They applauded, each of them with a more or less big grin on their faces, happy to greet Regina and Tiana both with a handshake or a kiss on the cheek.
"Welcome to today's group date," Belle announced in her ever-cheerful voice with the Australian accent. "Let me explain the rules before we start with the cooking - oh, I see, some of you are more or rather less excited." A chuckle went through the row of men and Regina caught Robin making a grimace at the suggestion of cooking.
"We are kindly allowed to use the studio of The Taste for today's challenge and before I introduce you to what we are up to today, I would like to introduce you to chef Tiana Grenouille who will be helping one of you with the cooking today. She's the youngest chef to earn her third Michelin star at the age of twenty-six and will be a coach in the next season of The Taste."
Tiana waved and smiled into the camera, professional as ever, a talent Regina envied her for.
"Today is all about Regina's favorite meal - lasagna! Each one of you will be cooking lasagna today. What kind of lasagna, whether it's the classic or a modern variant, is up to you. One will receive special assistance from chef Tiana and Regina will be helping all of you with your ideas. Then, your lasagnas will be blind tasted by the remaining candidates and the one with the most votes will be going on a date with Regina. In case of a tie, Regina will decide who has won. So this time it's up to your cooking skills and your colleagues in the mansion to decide which of you will go on a date with our lovely Bachelorette tomorrow. Now every one of you will draw a ball from this box and the one with the red ball will receive assistance from chef Tiana. Is everyone ready?"
Belle's question was met with approval, so she stepped aside to let the candidates draw a ball from the red box. David was first, slightly disappointed when he drew a white ball instead of the red one. Apparently he could have used Tiana's assistance, too. Robin was up next, his hand slightly shaking when he reached inside the box. Regina could see the small frown on his face and for a moment she felt pity for him since she knew how bad he was at cooking and how much he must loathe this challenge right now. She really hoped he would draw the red ball and receive help from Tiana - he was probably the one to need it the most. However fate wasn't with him today; the ball he pulled out was white as well.
The next one in the row was Sidney who took a deep breath before he walked over to the box, reached in and to everyone's but his surprise pulled out the red ball. He held it up into the air triumphantly, sending a great smile over to Regina who applauded adequately.
"Guess that's my cue," Tiana sighed.
"Alright, guys. You have four hours to prepare and cook your lasagna. Good luck to everyone," Belle cheered, her finger pointing at the big timer in front of them. The clock was set to four hours and on her "Go!" it counted down to 3:59 hours.
Quickly, the men took their places behind their counters, pen and paper ready for them to scribble down their ideas. Sidney was in the front on the right hand side with Tiana, Arthur and David behind him. On the left hand side there was Lancelot in the front, Victor in the middle and Robin in the far back.
Regina stood there and watched how almost everyone seemed ready to scribble down their notes. There were hushed voices coming from Tiana and Sidney, while Lancelot seemed to be scribbling down, then scratching everything off and then scribbling down once more. She hadn't had the time to really talk to the man yet, so she decided to walk over there and check out what he was doing.
The moment she approached him he looked up, a grateful smile spreading across his face. "Hey."
"Hey," Regina smiled back, leaning over the counter to get a better look at his sheet. "So, what are you planning on doing?"
"That's the thing - I'm not really sure yet. I'm debating between the classical version and one which is a mix between the classic and chili con carne."
"That sounds delicious. Have you ever done this before?" she asked curiously. Depending on the notes - all the spices he wrote down and all the other ingredients - he looked like someone who wasn't cooking for the first time.
"No I haven't, but I like to try new things. You know, I grew up with eight siblings and my mom always created new things. I loved to help her in the kitchen with stuff like this. Up until now I have never really disappointed." Lancelot pushed the list of ingredients toward her, a questioning look on his face. "So, what do you think?"
Regina checked it out, surprised at his neat and tidy handwriting. "I think this is just what men like. Meat, kidney beans and more meat," she laughed.
"But what about you? Let's say I was cooking for you… Would you like it?"
"I'd certainly give it a try. I love salad, but deep down I'm the burger kind of girl."
"Those are my favorite," Lancelot winked, making her blush a little. "So you're not sailing on one of those modern vegan or veggie ships, are you?" He almost sounded a little relieved when her answer was no.
"As I said, I love burgers and lasagna too much in order to jump on one of these trains. Don't get me wrong, I love to eat veggie stuff or the vegan brownies my friend bakes from time to time, but… I prefer to eat what I like and not do something because it's trendy you know?"
"Each to their own," Lancelot grinned to which she agreed with a laugh. They continued to file a bit at the recipe, adding some ingredients and scratching some out. She was positively surprised how well they could work together, how easily they came to conclusions. She asked him about his family, and about his favorite food while he was keen on getting to know her preferences. Their taste was somewhat similar however she was shocked at the fact Lancelot didn't like chocolate.
"What's there not to like?" Regina teased head shaking which made him shrug before he answered.
"I don't know. How can you not like caramel pretzels?"
"Touché."
About twenty minutes later, Regina had to move on to another cooking island. Most of the men had already finished their brainstorming and gotten out the ingredients except for Robin and Arthur, who was just on his way to the back to get the stuff he needed.
"Do you need help?" Regina asked friendly, kind of catching him off guard.
"Uh… sure."
They walked to the back where the fridges were located, followed by one of the cameras.
"So what are you planning to do?" she wondered while Arthur was roaming the fridge for things he needed.
"I'll make a chicken lasagna with green pesto. Here, can you take this?" He loaded her full with a few things before he ordered her to bring them to his cooking island and come back. Regina did so twice, slightly annoyed he only seemed to use her to bring things from one place to another, not really talking but more focused on the challenge at hand.
It wasn't that she disliked the fact he seemed to be focused but she wondered why he would choose this over the chance of talking to her. It was David who kind of saved her from the awkward situation by asking her if she could help him with the mince.
"Sure," she smiled, happy to be able to escape Arthur's non-conversational cooking spree. David scooted over so she could turn the mince in the pan while he chopped the onions and tomatoes. Apparently he'd opted for the classical variant with a béchamel sauce in between the layers.
"Would you like to try?" he asked, dipping the tip of the spoon inside the sauce, gently blowing at it so it would cool down and then holding it out for her. Regina leaned closer, her lips closing around the tip of the spoon, savoring the incredible taste with closed eyes.
"Oh this smells delicious, David! What are you, a chef?"
"Oh no I'm not," he grunted half serious half laughing, "I just happen to have a thing for Tiana's cooking."
With her mouth half open and her eyes almost popping out of her head in surprise she grabbed his upper arm, turning him toward her. "Are you serious right now? I love her cooking!"
"Well, it's a guilty pleasure of mine. I used to watch it when I got home from work and for some reason I stuck with it. So I thought why just watch it and not try some of the recipes? And here I am, stealing her recipe for a béchamel in order to win a date with you."
Oh wasn't he the charmer? Regina grinned, snatching the spoon from him and dipping it into the sauce once again. This was really good… if the rest of his lasagna was as perfect he definitely might have a chance in her opinion.
"If you ask me, you're on the right track there. Anything I can do to help? The mince is almost ready."
David sighed, his gaze sweeping across her to the cooking island right next to him. "I hate to say this, but I think I'm good here. Robin however seems to be a bit… lost." His suggestion was followed by a loud hiss from the counter right next to them, followed by the clashing of a pan on the floor.
"What the…?" Regina sighed and turned around. The pan with the half raw, half burnt mince was all over the floor, Robin on his knees in order to clean the mess up. David was right, Robin needed her help more than he did right now. He gave her a nudge, which she answered with an apologetic look before she took a handful of paper towels to help Robin clean the floor.
The man in question was muttering some very indecent insults toward the mince when Regina knelt down next to him, her shoulders slightly shaking in amusement.
"Stop laughing," Robin hissed. "You know how bad I am at this."
"Nothing much's changed," she giggled, her voice low.
"No, I'm still the worst cook ever."
"I won't argue with you on that regard."
"Uhm… Would you mind? I could really use some help over here." Regina huffed out a breath, her lips curling into a smile. How could she deny him her help when he looked like a lost puppy?
Xxxxx
Regina opened the door with the key he'd given her the night before. It was rather late in the afternoon and they'd agreed on meeting around eight, however something had come up for later tonight and she wouldn't be able to make it. Instead, she'd decided to surprise him two hours early, hoping he wouldn't be mad at her showing up without calling ahead.
He'd given her the keys with the words she was always welcome here, so it shouldn't be weird, right? No, it wasn't weird at all. Perhaps she should be glad she entered the apartment when she did because the smell of something burnt, accompanied with the heavy smoke almost made her tear up.
"Robin?" she coughed, waving away the smoke in order to find her way to the kitchen where she heard a frustrated yell followed by the clashing of a pot. "Robin, are you okay?"
There was silence before she saw the familiar blonde head peeking at her through the kitchen doors. "Regina. What are you doing here?" Since he sounded rather annoyed, Regina wasn't sure whether coming here had been such a good idea.
"I… uh… I'm sorry. I can leave…"
"No!" Within seconds he'd reached her and pulled her close into his arms, their lips clashing together. "Stay. I'm sorry, love. I… I was trying to make dinner but I'm afraid I'm a lost cause when it comes to anything but peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or pancakes."
"What were you trying to make?" Regina asked amused, trying desperately to breathe through her mouth and not her nose. The whole apartment stank but Robin was even worse. It smelled like he'd burned himself and not the food.
"Spaghetti Bolognese. First I burnt the meat, then the spaghetti cooked over and when I lifted the pots from the stove they were so hot I let them fall down and now everything's on the floor."
"Why didn't you use a towel to lift them up?"
"This is not the time to be a smartass Regina - although I really do love your smart ass."
She let out a chuckle, kissing him quickly on the lips. If they didn't get rid of all the smoke soon, the whole apartment would smell like it for weeks. "Open up all the windows and the door so we get some draught. This will clear up the air in here and hopefully get the smell out of the curtains. Then please get out of this shirt and take a shower."
"That bad, huh?" he joked with a grimace, pulling his shirt already over his head and revealing his well-defined chest. She bit her lip, her cheeks reddening slightly. Although she knew he did nearly nothing to work out except for archery and his long distance walks through the forests, his chest oh, and especially his arms were well defined and incredibly… sexy.
"Care to join me in the shower Milady?" Robin asked smirking, clearly enjoying the effect his uncovered upper body had on her.
"I would love to, but I don't have much time and someone has to get started on dinner. Perhaps I'll take you up on that offer later on."His smile faltered slightly at the mention of their limited time together but the reassuring squeeze of her hand and the prospect of some much needed quality time together brought it back.
"It's a deal," he grinned.
So while Robin made his way over to the bathroom, Regina busied herself with cleaning the kitchen and checking the fridge for anything she could cook. Thankfully it seemed like Robin hadn't taken all of the minced meat for his sauce and next to two cans of bottled tomatoes she found an onion, a bag of mozzarella cheese and a dusty but totally edible package of lasagna noodles. Once the bottle of red pepper flakes fell into her hands she let out a triumphant "yes!". That was something she could work with.
Cleaning and heating up the pan didn't take long, so while the meat fried she chopped the onions, carefully breathing through her mouth in order not to cry. Linked with her wearing contacts, she was able to keep the tears at bay and when the meat was almost done she turned on the oven and added the onions, tomatoes and spices.
Since Regina's mind was completely wrapped up in the next steps of her cooking spree, she didn't hear Robin entering the kitchen, which caused her to let out a surprised yelp when two strong arms wrapped around her stomach from behind and her neck was nuzzled by a slightly damp beard.
"Robin! You scared the hell out of me."
"Every time we meet I discover something new about you." He was kissing his way up to her ear, making her sigh and lean closer into him.
"Hmmm… and what's that?"
"Well… You're beautiful, sassy and you can cook. Anything else I should know about?" he asked, his teeth delicately nibbling at her earlobe. "Delicious."
"It's my grandmother's recipe."
"I wasn't talking about the food, silly… But I have to admit it does smell delicious as well. Much, much better than my poor attempt at cooking. Now, what did I do to deserve this?" He could feel her flush beneath him. Regina closed her eyes in absolute bliss, a tiny moan escaping her throat when he gently bit down on her earlobe.
"Hmmm… I don't know…" She smirked, tilting her head to the side so finally the closest thing to his wicked mouth were her deliciously red painted lips. "Since you were commenting on my assets earlier, you forgot I'm quite the good kisser."
"Well," Robin muttered, peppering tiny sweet kisses on her smiling lips. "That…" Kiss. "I can…" Kiss. "Totally agree on. Though I thought I'd take a closer look at your assets later tonight."
Regina let out a laugh at his comment, finally turning around to hook her arms around his neck. His blue eyes were twinkling with mischief, telling her exactly what he would be up to in case she stayed the night. Unfortunately she couldn't stay and once she let him know he was slightly disappointed.
"But I thought we'd spend the evening together."
"I know Robin and I'm sorry, but… something came up. I have to go otherwise I'm in trouble. But that's why I'm here now, see? I have about two hours until I have to leave again so why don't we make the best of it?"
It took a moment for him to consider her offer and she feared he'd try to ask her once more to tell her secret - oh he wouldn't let go on that one, but up until then she would try to distract him otherwise. Still, he smiled, nodded and pressed her flushed body against his. "Okay."
Regina gasped, feeling the familiar tingle between her thighs. "One moment, Robin. Give me five minutes to finish the lasagna and then we have about twenty minutes for round one until our early dinner is ready."
"Hmm… So I get to have the dessert before dinner then?"
"If you're lucky you may have me after dinner as well," she suggested. Within a second, Robin had scooted backward, raising his hands into the air.
"By all means Milady, I won't distract you any longer but I will await you in my room. Just uh… don't forget to set a timer in case we'll be too wrapped up to pay heed to the time."
"Seriously, Locksley?" she asked, rolling her eyes but he left the room with his ever charming smile. Regina sighed, trying to suppress the tingling between her thighs. She had to get that damn lasagna ready first.
Xxxxx
With her apron thrown lazily on the couch and her shoes neatly placed next to the door, Regina was making her way over to Robin's room. The door was closed, so she had to push it open. A surprised look spread on her face when she entered the room with Robin laying on top of his covers, naked from head to toe, stroking his already stiff dick with lazy movements. Unconsciously, Regina licked her lips, eyes wandering up and down the man who'd become so much to her in so little time. He was glorious, his smile indicating he knew all too well the effect he had on her. Toned muscles in all the right places and his cock… well, if she hadn't been hot for him before she certainly was now. The feeling was mutual.
With a grin, Regina closed the door behind her, leaving it open only a gap so they would hear the timer of the oven. They had twenty precious minutes and should make the most of it.
"Just how long do you plan on standing there, M'lady?" he asked, his voice all raspy and needy. With a swift movement, she'd pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her dark blue lace bra with a glittering charm in the middle, enjoying the gasp she drew from Robin who was gripping his cock now a bit tighter.
"Come here."
She'd planned on teasing him, on making him wait, but the way he held his throbbing cock made her revise her thoughts. Quickly the button of her pants was undone, the blue jeans and panties forgotten somewhere on the floor as she jumped on the bed, settling on top of him, his eyes dark with want. Their lips met in a matter of seconds, tongues engaging in a sweet play, drawing moans from both of them. While one hand was going for the clasp of her bra, the other wandered up her thighs, going for her middle. Her skin was hot and smooth down there and the moment he dipped a finger into her he could feel how throbbing wet she was from just the kissing.
A low growl escaped him as she pushed back against his finger, burying it a bit deeper inside of her. So warm and tight, so beautiful. His finger stroked her inside, making her tremble against him, her hands looking for support right next to his shoulders. He pressed up against her wall, hitting that spot he knew would make her go crazy and succeeded in drawing a surprised cry from her.
"We only have twenty minutes," she breathed against him a bit breathlessly, quickly disposing of the loose bra, which was now dangling down her arms. "No time for foreplay."
"There's always time for foreplay," he whispered back, adding a second finger to stretch her, to get her ready for his impatient cock.
"I swear it, Robin, if that damned timer goes off before I got my orgasm, I'm gonna… mmmmh." She rocked against his hand, her delicate breasts rising and lowering with every heavy breath she took, her eyelids fluttering with pure bliss. Regina's pleasure was making him crazy and he'd have continued this way if she weren't brushing against him with every movement. Hell, if they continued in this pace, he was sure he wouldn't last the twenty minutes. He pressed his fingers against the spot inside her once more, capturing her lips and thus dulling her soft cry. With her nails now digging into the flesh of his shoulders, probably leaving marks on his skin, he felt it was time to move things forward.
"I wanna be inside you," Robin gasped, retrieving his fingers from her and reaching for his cock.
"God yes… wait. Ugh." She slumped down against him, the tiny drops of sweat, which had formed on her skin fusing with his. "Condom."
"Drawer in the nightstand," he groaned impatiently. Damn, he should have thought of that beforehand. Oh how he wished he could feel her for real, how he wished the damn silicone wouldn't be in the way of his cock and her slick warm walls but damn it, it was necessary.
Regina leaned over toward the nightstand, fiddling for a black wrapped package, which she impatiently ripped open with her teeth. She scooted back, reaching below her to pull out his cock and roll the condom over him, making sure to give him a tight squeeze before she settled down right on top of him. The sensation was overwhelming. She rolled her hips against him, a soft smile from her swollen lips on her face. Her eyes were closed, her hands had settled on his chest for support and just in this moment, Robin couldn't think of anything that would make him happier than spending the rest of their lives here in bed together.
Regina was moving now, up and down and he met her thrusts every time, finding their pace without any trouble. He'd always admired this about them, of finding their pace together, of being in sync with each other. His hands went from her waist down to her ass, squeezing her cheeks in a possessive manner, holding her more or less in place.
"Robin…" she groaned, letting her head fall back, her mouth slightly opened as she rode him with pleasure. He could feel her tighten around him and thank god was she close because he felt like he couldn't hold it any longer.
"I want to…" he gasped, meeting her eyes for confirmation and she nodded, letting him flip her over. Regina made a dissatisfied sound when he pulled out, before she pushed two pillows under her and settled on all fours, waiting for Robin whom she could sense behind her to enter her once again. He was mesmerized by her delicate round cheeks, her firm and small back and the long thick black curls, which she'd made into a thick braid.
"Robin!" The impatient hiss made him chuckle.
"Told you I'd check out your assets, Regina." He positioned himself once again on her entrance, ready to push inside without warning. The new angle made her gasp, her face buried in one of the pillows and her hands constantly trying to stabilize her quivering body. A sudden slap on her butt, not painful but surprising, made her yelp. She threw a surprised look over her shoulder, stunned to see a mischievously grinning Robin raising an eyebrow.
"You spanked me."
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." Her mouth dropped open, her head trying to wrap her thoughts around the fact he'd just fucking spanked her.
"I won't do it again," he promised, caressing the slapped place on her skin, which wasn't even turning red.
"No, it's okay… I mean I didn't mind, I was just surprised… But for God's sake, can we try out new stuff another time? Just fuck me. Please."
"Noted," he answered, picking up their pace once again, his hands now resting on her hips to hold her quivering body in place. He pushed into her, both their breaths coming out short now, indicating they were ready any moment. Robin wrapped an arm around her middle, his other hand wandering down to the sensitive bud of nerves between her tights. She was tight now, so tight she would reach her peak in a matter of seconds.
"Come for me," he whispered and one, two, three thrusts later she came undone beneath him, just as the timer in the kitchen started beeping, muffling her screams in the pillow, her body shaking with pleasure only being kept in place by Robin's strong hold. It didn't take long for Robin to collapse on top of her, his arms barely able to keep his weight off her shaking but very satisfied body.
A few minutes later they were sitting on the couch in the living room, each of them dressed in their underwear and one of Robin's shirts with a plate of delicious smelling lasagna in their hands.
"You were right, this really is delicious," the blond agreed, his leg bumping against hers.
"That's because of my secret ingredient." He raised an eyebrow, clearly curious.
She laughed, twirling small strands of cheese around her fork. "I'm not supposed to tell. It's secret!"
"Oh come on! Who knows, I might need it some day."
"For what?"
"Well… I don't know…"
"How about we make a deal? I'll tell you my secret ingredient when you need it. Up until then, I'll just make the lasagna for you."
Robin considered trying to tease her to try and get it out of her, but he decided he wouldn't. He didn't need some secret ingredient, all he needed was Regina.
