For OQ Prompt Party Week - Day 3
Prompt 80: Robin is a counselor/psychologist who helps people with anger management. Regina is a particularly difficult patient of his. They both develop feelings for one another.
He shouldn't be feeling like this.
He beat his anger issues five years ago, has been coaching others into doing the same for three of those years. He's reached a point in his life where he is able to accept that he cannot control everything, and that that's okay. He's become a well-adapted man, with a social life and a fulfilling job.
So why is it, then, that all that rage he thought he'd let go of, comes back tenfold when he sees her flirting with another man at their annual Fourth of July barbecue?
He's been watching her, knowing that he shouldn't. That she's not —can't be— his. They've both been fighting it. She's a patient, he's told her, it's not possible.
It's not forbidden, she always says in return, and always, always presses closer to him when she says it, those deep brown eyes and those red lips tempting him beyond reason.
It always happens, whenever they find themselves alone. She'll sink those perfect white teeth into her bottom lip, and look up at him from under dark lashes as she tells him she wants this, wants them. And Robin will echo that wish, and then put the brakes on them, because it can't be.
Regina Mills has been a regular at his anger management group sessions here in the Sherwood Heights Health Center for over a year now. She'd waltzed in one day, annoyed that a court had forced her into this for punching her ex-husband in the face (and frankly, after she's shared the reasons behind that punch during their sessions, Robin thinks the prick deserved it).
She'd been all heels and bravado from day one, wrapped in a tight pencil skirt and classy blazer as she tried —and almost managed— to hide that vulnerability that makes her so unbelievably exquisite. Robin had nearly drooled at the sight of her.
Regina, for her part, had been equally appreciative, giving him a very obvious once-over that had made heat pool in his belly. She'd wanted him, and he'd wanted her right back.
And they've been fighting that desire ever since.
She seems to be tiring of that situation now, however, because there she is by the pool's edge, in a sinful white bikini that accentuates her every curve, having a cup of watered-down punch with the new recruit, Graham, and gracing him with that seductive smile that Robin had foolishly thought she'd never give anyone else.
It ignites something in him. This primal need to maim and beat the man to a pulp. But why? Robin's been the one telling Regina that they can't happen, he's been the one insisting that it would be frowned upon, that it could put her treatment at risk, that they can't. He's the one who had immediately resigned himself to the idea that she would never be his.
But the idea that she may one day be someone else's? That he had not prepared for, and the mere thought of it has fire coursing through his veins. And it's not anger, he realizes, but jealousy.
Because he's been stupid about this, has kept her at arm's length without realizing until now that he lives for her sass and the spark in her eyes, lives for the moments where she blesses him with even the smallest shred of her attention.
The revelation has him walking towards the now cozy-looking pair with purpose.
"I need to speak with you," he grunts as he reaches them, staring daggers at Regina and barely acknowledging Graham, who, to his credit, is doing nothing but congratulating him on the turnout for today's event, and offering to help at the grill if he needs it.
"That's fine, Graham, much appreciated," Robin says, when Regina raises her eyebrow at him quizzically. His eyes never leave hers even as he talks to the man, and she rolls her eyes as Robin asks, "Mind if I steal Ms. Mills for a moment?"
"He's not my keeper," Regina defends defiantly as Graham nods and takes his leave, "and neither are you."
Robin says nothing, only takes a deep breath, trying that handy dandy focus tactic he's been teaching like a mantra all these years, and then says, "I'm sorry, that was rude of me. May I speak with you privately, please, Regina?"
She nods at that, her arms crossed over her torso as she follows him, her brows now scrunched up in a mixture of exasperation and curiosity as Robin leads her inside the building, leaving everyone out in the pool to continue the festivities.
The blast of the AC is a welcome change from the blistering summer outside, and he feels the pleasant cooling of his overheated skin as he leads them down the empty staff corridor and into one of the more secluded offices, left vacant for the day.
The second they are inside, he turns and looks at her, unable to put his feelings into words at the moment. And it's as Regina's letting out a What did you want to talk abo— that he cradles her face in his hands and kisses her.
It's a moment of shock, a split second of uncertainty as she realizes what's happening, and then she just... melts into it, her hands wrapping around his waist as she pulls herself flush against him and moans into his mouth.
It's heaven, absolute heaven, and Robin cannot imagine how on Earth he resisted this woman for so long. What's the point of being proper when you can have this?
She pulls apart first, a raspy, "But wait..." escaping her as he sighs, touching his forehead to hers.
"I've been a fool," he admits. "I hoped that if we just kept away from each other, maybe things would... settle. But then I saw you talking to him and I just... The thought of you being happy with someone else, when that someone could've been me... it was excruciating."
"Was it?" she ponders, and there it is, there's that elusive but satisfying smile he thinks about every time he closes his eyes. "I thought you said this could ruin our lives."
"It could. But I don't want a life that doesn't have you in it, Regina."
It's all he needs to say, because her smile grows, and she's kissing him again.
His tongue teases at her lower lip, and she opens immediately, and in the incredible taste of her he finds the warmth and light that's been missing from his life all this time.
His involuntary Mmmhh vibrates against his throat, and his hands are still on her face, thumbs rubbing at the tops of her cheeks as the rest of his fingers bury into her hair, keeping her anchored to him. Her tongue tangles with his, then ventures into his mouth, seeking and tasting, their exchange growing deeper, more desperate.
He suddenly feels her hands drop and squeeze at his rear, and he laughs, interrupting the kiss for a moment as he pulls back to look at her and raise an inquisitive eyebrow.
"You have a great ass; I've wanted to do this," she punctuates the word with another squeeze, "for quite some time now."
Robin chuckles again, and moves back in for another kiss, his hands traveling down the length of her neck this time, coasting over her arms, her waist, and down to the delectable curve of her own irresistible rear end, because turnabout is fairplay, after all.
But she doesn't laugh when he grabs her. Instead, she moans. Loudly. And the sound goes straight to his cock.
"Fuck," he breathes, "Don't do that, or I won't be able to contain myself."
"Don't contain yourself," she quips, licking her lips before she kisses him again, her teeth biting into his lower lip and pulling. When she lets go, the delicious sting of it makes his cock twitch as she adds, "We've wasted enough time."
And she's right. Of course she is, and he wants her. So much. She wants him, too, her hands are fiddling with his belt, her lips sucking kisses down his neck, shattering his resolve.
But if they do this here, they'll have to rush it, to avoid getting caught, and he wants this to last. Wants to take his time exploring and worshipping every inch of her body, wants to make her scream and come and... fuck, they need to get out of here.
"Your place or mine?" he asks, then sucks at her upper lip and pushes his half-mast erection against her. Regina moans, smiles into his lips, and gives him one last tongue-filled kiss before she takes a breath and tells him Mine. It's closer.
Reluctantly, and with a succession of quick, ecstatic kisses, he lets her go, and she grins an "I'll see you soon," as he helps her sneak out the back door and then heads back to the pool to say his goodbyes.
"Where's Regina?" Graham asks, and Robin lies through his teeth and tells the man that he saw her heading for the bathrooms a couple of minutes ago. He makes his excuses to the rest of the staff, citing a stomachache, and leaves his colleague John in charge of the grill before he heads out the main gates and jumps into his car.
And then he realizes he forgot to ask Regina where she lives, and has to resist the urge to punch the steering wheel.
Thank god she has more sense than he does.
His phone chirps with a text alert, and he breathes out a sigh of relief when he realizes it's from her. Then groans at the content.
She's texted him her address, along with a picture of herself in that tantalizing bikini, a devious little smile, and a caption that makes him speed out of the parking lot with a screeching scrape of his wheels on the pavement.
Coming? ;)