Part IV: The Wedding Night

The lights were on in the cottage as the black car pulled up to the front door. Regina gathered her skirts as the driver opened the door and Robin slid out of the car. He held out his hand and helped her down along with the driver. Once he closed the back door, the driver nodded to them. "Just call the hotel tomorrow when you're ready to come back," he told them. "Have a good night."

"Thank you," Regina said, taking Robin's hand. They watched the car pull away, leaving them by themselves.

Robin then walked to the front door and opened it. She started to follow him but he stopped her. Before she could ask what was wrong, he swept her into his arms and she gave a little yelp. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Carrying you over the threshold," he told her. "It is tradition."

She laughed as he carried her into the cottage, pausing just inside the door. He looked up and laughed as well. "It seems David and Mary Margaret anticipated this," he said.

"What do you mean?" she asked before looking up. She smiled when she saw a sprig of mistletoe hanging right by the door. "It appears so."

Regina looked back down, her eyes meeting his as he said: "It is tradition."

"It is," she agreed. "And who are we to argue with that?"

"Exactly my thoughts," he said, leaning forward and capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. She tightened her hold around his neck, sinking into the kiss as a cold wind blew around them.

Robin shivered as he broke the kiss, setting her down. "Let's close the door before we freeze."

"Sounds good," she said, starting to take off her coat as she walked further into the cottage. "Mary Margaret and David did an amazing job."

"Yes, they did," Robin agreed, wrapping his arms around her again and holding her tight as they admired their friends' handiwork.

They had placed Christmas lights in the windows and placed Christmas figurines on the mantle. In between the figurines were pictures and Regina approached to get a better look at them, careful of the fire the hotel staff had lit for them. All were pictures of Robin and Regina throughout the years - their first Christmas together, a picture of them at the beach when they were barely into their teen years, pictures from both their proms, a picture from the Nolans' wedding and then their engagement photograph.

It was perfect.

"Look at the tree," Robin said, guiding her to the evergreen standing near the fireplace and she turned her attention to it.

Mary Margaret and David had hung colored lights and silver garland on it before lovingly placing each ornament. Regina and Robin had selected the ones they wanted from their own tree, sending them with their friends. Along with those, she found the ornaments with the names of everyone in the Blanchard family who spent a Christmas at the cottage - including Robin's parents as well as Mary Margaret and David.

Soon, she and Robin would have their own ornament to add to the collection.

Looking up, she smiled as she saw the angel that had graced the tree since Raymond and Evangeline spent their night in the cottage. She leaned against Robin, hoping the same angel who had blessed his ancestors would bless them now.

Even if they were about to do some very unangelic things in the cabin that night.

Robin kissed the side of her head. "Let's go see what food the hotel left for us."

"Ooh," she said, her stomach rumbling. "That sounds perfect. But first, we should probably hang up our coats."

He chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, that's probably a good start."

"And I should probably get out of my wedding dress," she added, finally shrugging off her coat. "I don't want to get anything on it."

"Okay, so let's get ready to see what food the hotel left for us," Robin amended, taking her coat and heading over to the coat rack by the door.

Regina wandered into the bedroom and flipped on the lights. She smiled as she took in the bed, noting that Mary Margaret and David had strung Christmas lights along the headboard. They had also left candles around the room, all waiting to be lit to create a more romantic mood for Robin and Regina's wedding night.

She stepped closer to the bed, running her hand over the quilt on the bed. It had also been in the Blanchard family for a long time, kept on the couch in their family room. She and Robin had spent many hours wrapped up in it - first as friends then as girlfriend and boyfriend. Now it would cover them as husband and wife.

"The Christmas lights are a nice touch," Robin said, entering the room. He wrapped his arm around her as he also ran a hand over the quilt. "And of course this is here too."

"It's only fitting given how many memories we've made with it," Regina said, leaning against him.

He kissed the top of her head. "You know, I feel there's a little too much Blanchard right now."

She frowned, confused by his statement. "Of course there is. This is your family's cottage."

"But there should still be some Mills reflected in here," he said. "You aren't losing your identity as a Mills just because you married me."

His concern touched her but she still felt he was making a mountain of a molehill. Regina took his hands and looked him in the eyes. "I appreciate the statement but we're just spending the night here, not moving in. Tomorrow we'll be back in our house, which is full of our identity, both as individuals and as a couple. That's what matters."

"Right, right," he said, kissing her forehead. "Thanks. I guess I still get worked up because... well…"

"You still don't really feel like a Blanchard?" she supplied. He nodded and she squeezed his hands. "You don't have to feel like a Blanchard. We're Locksleys, right?"

He nodded though he still looked hesitant. "Yes. But we're surrounded by everything Blanchard."

"Not necessarily" she replied, smiling as an idea came to her mind. She picked up the quilt. "We've infused this quilt with our own memories. So for tonight, it's a Locksley possession."

"I'm not sure that's how this works," he replied, looking a bit skeptical.

She rolled her eyes and leaned forward. "Just go with it, okay?"

"Okay," he said, chuckling. "This is a bit of a role reversal, isn't it?"

"Yes, I suppose it is," she replied. "So, what quilt is on our bed?"

He smiled. "The Locksley quilt."

"Right," she said. She then pointed to her Alice band. "And what is this?"

"Your crown," he replied fondly, cupping her cheek. "My queen."

She laughed. "Sap."

He nodded. "And proud of it."

"I love you," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Robin placed his hands on her back, smiling fondly at her. "I love you too, Mrs. Locksley."

She leaned closer to him. "I quite like the sound of that."

"Me too," he replied, kissing her forehead. "Now, let's get changed so we can eat and then really enjoy our night."

"That sounds like a plan," she agreed, turning around. "Care to do the honors?"

"Happily," he said, unzipping her dress and helping her out of it. She carried it over to where someone had left her a garment bag and hung it up inside the bag.

Regina located the overnight bag left there for her and picked it up, pulling out the pajamas she had packed as a backup plan. "Glad I brought these," she said.

"Same," he replied, holding up his own pajamas. "We can at least wear these for now."

They quickly changed into their pajamas and Robin hung up his tuxedo. He then took her hand. "Come on. I'm starving," he said.

"Me too," she replied, letting him lead her back out into the living room. They then entered the kitchen where food was waiting for them.

Robin lifted a lid and chuckled. "Looks like it's the food we didn't get a chance to eat at the wedding."

"Oh, bless them," she said. "Everything looked and smelled so good. I really wanted to eat it and now I can."

"They also left us some more champagne," he said, motioning to an ice bucket. "Do you want to drink that now or wait?"

She raised an eyebrow as she sat down at the wooden table in the kitchen. "For what?"

He shrugged. "After we consummate our relationship?"

"Are we really going to have the energy to drink champagne?" she asked him, cutting into her chicken. "Or are we just going to want to cuddle?"

Robin thought it over before nodding. "You're right. Best to have it now."

"I knew you'd see things my way," she said, smirking at him.

He laughed as he popped the cork, letting out a triumphant cry. "Twice in one night without taking out someone's eye!"

"Woo-hoo!" she cheered, clapping for him as he poured them two glasses. He handed her one before taking his seat.

"Do you want to toast or are you toasted out?" he asked her.

She glanced at her glass before holding it up. "How about we keep it simple?"

"Deal," he said, holding out his glass. "Cheers?"

"Cheers," she agreed, clinking her glass against his. They then took a sip before turning back to their meals. It wasn't the usual way one planned to spend their wedding night but it was perfect for them.

"I guess we just leave these for them to clean up in the morning, like room service?" Robin asked, looking down at their empty plates.

She frowned. "I guess. But I worry about flies."

"It's December, Regina," he pointed out. "I don't think that's going to be a problem."

"Can we still at least wash them off?" she asked, feeling a bit anxious. "I'm just going to worry all night long. And I know that's how neither of us want to spend our wedding night."

He sighed, nodding as he moved toward the sink. "Alright. I'll give them a wash."

"I said 'we,'" she reminded him, joining him there. "We can do it together."

They washed up the dishes together and Robin kissed her cheek. "Are you ready for the rest of our wedding night?"

"Almost," she said, taking his hands. "I thought we could curl up on the couch for old times' sake."

He grinned. "Alright then."

Robin told her to get comfortable on the couch before disappearing into the bedroom. He re-emerged a few moments later with the quilt and she laughed. "Of course," she said.

"It's only fitting we use the Locksley quilt for this cuddle session," he replied, sitting down. They curled up together and he covered them with the quilt as the fire crackled in the hearth.

She pressed her ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and sighed. "This is nice."

He hummed. "It is. I could fall asleep out here again."

"I don't think our backs would like us if we did that," she replied, recalling how stiff she felt after their night on the couch before Mary Margaret and David's wedding.

"True," he agreed. "So we'll cuddle and then move into the bedroom."

She smiled. "Good plan."

They laid there for several minutes, Robin now rubbing her back. She closed her eyes, just enjoying being with him. These quiet moments were always her favorite ones spent with him.

He adjusted next to her, curling around her a bit more. Robin kissed her forehead before sighing as a clock chimed in the house. "Merry Christmas," he whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Robin," she replied. "You're still my best Christmas gift ever."

He laughed. "You stole what I was going to say!"

She shrugged. "Early bird, you know."

"Is that so?" he asked, tickling her side. She let out a little shriek before trying to wiggle away from him.

Regina pushed against his hand. "Stop! Please!"

"What?" he asked, pretending not to hear. "What did you say?"

"You know what I said," she shot back. "And if you want sex tonight, you'll listen."

His fingers fell away and she laid there, taking a few deep breaths to calm her body down. "Jerk."

"Sorry," he replied, kissing the side of her head. "Forgive me?"

She let out an exaggerated sigh before saying: "Yes. But only because it's Christmas."

He chuckled, giving her a squeeze before slipping off the couch. She sat up, frowning. "Where are you going?"

"I have a surprise for you," he told her. "Wait there."

Regina watched as he entered the kitchen. He then returned a few minutes later with a plate. "How about some dessert?"

He lowered the plate and she saw some gingerbread cookies and sugar cookies on the plate. "Did you save some for us?"

"Of course," he said, sitting back down. "It is tradition for us to eat these on Christmas Eve. Just because we got married, it doesn't mean we can't keep up that tradition."

She moved closer to him and picked up a gingerbread cookie. "Well, I'm not going to argue with that."

"I didn't think you would," he said, picking up a sugar cookie before placing the plate on his lap. "I didn't think to ask for milk, though, so I guess we can just knock our cookies together."

Regina laughed, doing that before they munched on the treats. She curled against him, sighing. "This is perfect."

"I agree," he said. "But I do think it's going to get even better. When you're ready, that is."

"Hmm, I guess we're just going to have to see," she replied, teasing him a bit as she took another cookie. He chuckled in response, also grabbing another cookie to enjoy.

Soon they finished their cookies and Robin wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. He looked around and sighed. "This is a really nice cottage. Raymond and Evangeline certainly built themselves a good home," he said.

"They did," Regina agreed. "And I think their love is what makes it so special more than any possible magic from an angel or a fairy or whatever."

He nodded. "You can feel this place is imbued with their love. And it was an angel. Let's not insult her."

Regina laughed. "Fair enough. We don't want to risk anything, right?"

"Right," he agreed. He gave her a squeeze. "Now we'll add our love to this place."

She kissed the side of his head before trailing kisses down toward his lips. He turned his head as she got closer to his mouth, giving her better access to his lips. Robin adjusted himself, laying her back down on the couch as he covered her. They held onto each other, exchanging lazy kisses that soon grew in intensity and passion.

Robin slid his hand up her shirt, cupping her breast and massaging it. He broke the kiss, whispering: "Is it time to relocate?"

"I think it may be," she said, now eager to get him into bed. "Shall we?"

He nodded as he sat up. "You go on ahead. I'll clean up out here and join you in a few minutes."

"Alright," she said, glad for the extra time so she could change into the lingerie she knew Mary Margaret left for her. She let Robin help her up and she headed into the bedroom while he carried their empty cookie plate into the kitchen.

Regina found the bag Mary Margaret had told her she had left for her and brought it into the bathroom with her. She opened it and reached in, pulling out her gift and holding up a beautiful black lace teddy with a grin. Her friend certainly did know her tastes.

She changed into the teddy before checking her appearance. Pleased, she left the bathroom and found Robin waiting for her in dark green boxers. "Gift from David?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "And it's still weird as fuck."

"I'm sure he felt the same way," she replied before striking a pose. "What do you think of Mary Margaret's choice for me?"

He smiled. "Absolutely perfect. It's too bad that's going to be off your body in a few minutes."

She chuckled. "Someone is impatient and for a change, it's not me."

"Do you blame me?" he asked. "You're beautiful and you're all mine. I am very, very lucky."

"Oh, I get it. You're drop-dead gorgeous and you're all mine as well," she said, straddling him as she gently cupped his cheeks.

He smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too," she replied, kissing his forehead. She then pulled back and gave him a coy smile. "Now, where do you want to start?"

"I think you know where I always want to start," he told her. "So if you have any other ideas…"

She bit her lip, nodding. "I think I want to start with my mouth on you and then we can switch."

He kissed her. "Whatever my beautiful bride wants."

"Just the words I wanted to hear," she said, sliding down to the floor. "Looks like you're the first to lose his gift."

"I don't really mind," he replied.

She chuckled as she started to pull down his boxers, freeing his half-hard cock. "I didn't think you would."

Regina tossed aside his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his cock, gently pumping it. "Hand or mouth?"

"Whatever you think is best," he replied. "I'm at your mercy."

She hummed, considering her options as she teased his tip with her thumb. "I think I want to use my mouth."

"Sounds good," he said, his voice sounding strangled.

Regina released his cock before taking him into her mouth. He let out a soft moan and she felt a thrill rush through her.

It was going to be a very good night.

Hours later, when they were spent and more than sated, Robin slid out of bed. Regina frowned, sitting up despite her body feeling like jelly. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"Just to the bathroom," he told her. "I thought we could wash ourselves down. Unless you want to take a bath together?"

"It's like three in the morning," she replied.

He shrugged. "So? Who is going to care?"

She paused, realizing he had a point. Regina smiled as she climbed out of bed and took his hand. "I think a bath sounds perfect."

"Good," he replied, leading her into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat as he ran it and a few minutes later, they both were submerged in warm water.

Regina leaned against Robin and he wrapped his arms around her. She closed her eyes and sighed. "This feels good."

He kissed the side of his head. "The perfect end to a perfect day."

"Agreed," she said. "I can't think of a better way to celebrate Christmas."

"Neither can I," he replied. "Next year is going to be lowkey compared to this."

She chuckled. "I think lowkey is going to be nice after this year."

"Probably," he agreed. "And who knows? Maybe we'll have a baby by next Christmas."

Hope and happiness filled her as she pressed a hand to her stomach. She smiled softly. "Maybe."

They soaked for a bit longer before climbing out. Robin drained the bathtub as she wrapped herself in a towel, holding one out for him. He then took her hand and led her back to the bedroom. "Do you want to put pajamas on or just go to bed like this?" he asked.

"As much as I love lying naked with you, I think pajamas might be the best way to go," she said, noticing goosebumps on her skin. He nodded in agreement and they changed back into their pajamas.

Climbing back into bed, they avoided the wet spot as they curled up together. Robin turned off the lights, leaving only the Christmas lights on the headboard lit up. She rested her head on his chest and let out a content sigh. "Goodnight, Robin."

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he said. "I'll see you in the morning...Mrs. Locksley."

She smiled. "Yes, you will."

And with that, she allowed herself to drift off again to recharge for a lovely Christmas with their family.

A/N: Here's the wedding night chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it – as well as my fifth and probably final entry for OQ Update Month. But don't worry, I have plenty of more updates coming!

If you want the full experience of their wedding night, please go to AO3 or Wattpad to read it there.

There's one more chapter for this story, so stay tuned for that.

I hope everyone has a great weekend!

-Mac