For OQ Fix-It Week Day 5 - Off-Screen Day.

Rated M

Find a safe place; hide the dagger.

That is their mission, that is what they're supposed to be doing, what Regina is doing, but Robin... Robin can't stop staring at her.

The rich red velvet that hugs her curves is taunting him, and how fitting for someone like her, to be wearing something so soft, yet so lavish, a perfect dichotomy of the simplicity and decadence that define her.

He itches to touch her, to run his hands over the fabric that wraps so perfectly around her figure, skirt swishing this way and that as she huffs and walks from one tree to the other, casting spell after spell and tethering them to the two adjoining trunks, the dagger resting on a rock between them.

She's nervous, and scared for her friend, for all the things that could happen that she has no control over, and he's been trying his best to be supportive, to remind her that it can be done, that they can beat this darkness that threatens to take over Emma. But right now all he can think of is that they haven't had many moments alone since they arrived in Camelot, that he has been staring at her in this dress all day and can finally roam his hands over her the way he wants to.

So when she's finished casting her enchantments and takes a step back from the magically protected hiding place, he approaches her, his hands finding her waist from behind, his lips immediately landing on her exposed shoulder and dotting open-mouthed kisses there.

"What are you doing?" she asks, but her head lolls to the side, giving him more access to all that soft skin that just begs for his lips.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he rasps into her neck, kissing a line up until he can reach her jaw and lingering there as his hands splay over her stomach and move up to the underside of her breasts.

"Robin," she chides, "we don't have time for this."

"On the contrary, my love," he argues, "we have all the time in the world."

"The others—"

"Sent us to hide the dagger and aren't expecting us at any specific time," he whispers in her ear just before he bites gently on the lobe, then moves down her neck with little kisses again, stopping at the crook of her shoulder and laving his tongue over the sensitive skin there.

She moans, then exhales deeply, and out of the corner of his eye he can see that hers are closing now. Her hands relax, her whole frame sagging just a little against him, her back pressing more firmly into his chest as she tells him, "You don't play fair."

"Thief," he reminds her simply, and she chuckles softly even as her hands move to cover his over her breasts, both of them kneading the swells as he sucks a kiss on her collarbone, then another, and another.

"So beautiful," he says as their hands move down her figure. "This dress is quite naughty, did you know that?"

"Is it?" she asks, and her voice is so low, so delicious. He loves it.

"Oh, yes," he informs her, trying to sound matter-of-fact about it just to play with her, but he's too affected by her to pull it off. "All this skin just teasing me, and then the way it hugs around you right here," he punctuates the word with a little squeeze over her waist, just where the jeweled belt wraps around her. "It's quite enticing. Been wanting to touch you like this all day."

She gives him a little laugh in reply, then turns in his arms and looks him in the eye, a smirk forming on her lips. "As much as I want to continue this, there's a lot going on right now, we should head back."

She's trying, he can tell. Trying so, so hard to stay nonchalant about his advances, but her breathing is quicker, more shallow, her breasts pressing against his chest, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she continues to smirk at him. He groans a bit, then lets his head bend down low enough to reach her exposed shoulders again, her dark tresses tickling his nose as he goes.

"We have time," he insists. "I'll make you feel good, I promise."

"Oh, I know you will, that's what I'm afraid of," she laughs, and that laugh turns into a moan when his hands find her rear and squeeze, pressing her closer to his already half-hard cock.

He finds that magical little spot on the crook of her neck again, sucks there and delights in the way she squirms in his hold, her gasp letting him know just how much she likes it.

"If we start— mmm, if we start something now, we'll— ahh, spend all day here."

"I doubt anyone would fault us for..." he sighs when her lips latch onto his, lets his tongue play with hers for a few wild seconds before he pulls apart and finishes, "...being thorough in our mission."

There's that smile again, the smile he hopes to paint on her face for the rest of his days. He hasn't seen that smile all that much since his return, and oh, how he wants it again, wants to draw it out of her with silly jokes and heady kisses forever.

"I can't be thorough with—" she cuts off to return his kiss when he bends his lips to her again, her body pliant and wanting against him, hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him down to her. They part and breathe heavily, and he's smiling at her while she pants the words. "Can't be thorough with you distracting me like this."

His right hand drops then, reaches for her skirt and lifts it just enough for his arm to make it under the hem, his fingers finding her wet and slippery between the thighs.

"Mmm, you seem to be enjoying my... distractions," he taunts, rubbing two fingers over her sex, slipping one in slowly and drawing it out to join the other in toying with her clit.

She gasps and grips his arm, nails digging into his skin as she moans his name, and fuck, he'll never get tired of hearing that. The breathiness to her voice, the urgency in the way that Robin escapes her... he wants to hear it again, and again, and again.

"What did you— mmm yes, there!" she grinds down onto his hand involuntarily when his finger presses more firmly into the sensitive bud, and he revels in it, in the way she seeks out his touch and lets out a rough "What did you have in mind?" against his lips.

"Well..." he starts, smirking, "Maybe I can do some more of this..."

He moves his fingers into her, two this time, and groans at how perfect she feels, all wet and warm for him. She gasps when he pulls his fingers out, whimpers when he pushes back in, and Robin can't help but kiss her yet again. His tongue is desperate to savor more of her, wants to be coated in the flavor of everything that is Regina, and at her appreciative moan, he decides to tell her just how much he desires her.

"I want you," he rasps, his eyes closing as he goes in close and speaks just hovering over her lips. "Want to feel you riding me, want to taste you."

Regina kisses him, hard, lets her tongue plunge into his mouth and lick eagerly at his, and gods, Robin has missed this.

"What if someone wonders why we're taking so long?" she breathes, but he's got her, he knows he does. Her head has moved to accommodate him, her neck stretching to give him more to kiss as he goes down and finds that sensitive spot on the crook again.

"We'll tell them we got lost." His answer is whispered into her shoulder, fingers pressing and circling over her clit as he pulls back and adds, grinning, "I have a terrible sense of direction."

"Funny, your hands don't seem to— mmmhh, have that problem," she quips, or tries to, anyway, but she's panting, her skin warming up under his attentions as he continues to pepper kisses over it

Her hair cascades behind her when lets her head fall back, and it's erotic to watch her, to feel her. Not for the first time, Robin thanks his lucky stars for choosing the goddess in his arms as his soulmate.

He lets his fingers fall away from her, her skirt dropping back into place as he wraps both arms around her and grasps her rear, squeezing as he pulls her closer, presses her against his erection and moans out a loud Regina.

"I love when you say it like that," she confesses, her voice whispery, like it's a secret. He smiles at her, moans it again, Regina, his tone denoting his arousal just for her, and he can see it now, see the way her eyes darken and her teeth sink into her lower lip as he says it.

His left hand finds her face, running his thumb over her chin as he grins deviously.

"We can... hide my dagger later, Your Majesty," he jokes, and she rolls her eyes at him, but chuckles anyway, mutters a You're ridiculous that sounds too affectionate to be a real insult. Still, he continues: "We'll play when we're back in our chambers and I can take my time with you. But right now, I want you..." he starts by pecking her lips, "...against that tree over there..." moves to her neck again, sucking at the spot he knows will make her squirm, "...so I can eat you until you come on my tongue."

Her response is a barely audible God, yes that makes satisfaction zing through him, and then his hands are both on her hips, walking her backwards as they both smirk at each other, her head tilting to the side as she takes step after step. When her back hits the trunk of the tree he mentioned, her smile grows.

Robin growls, and ravishes her.

His mouth is fast and needy as it sucks and kisses at whatever bit of skin he can reach, his hands making quick, desperate passes over her rib cage and then cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples over the fabric. It's not enough, he knows her body, knows it'll take more than some heavy petting through the thick velvet to get her good and riled like he wants to, but she's into it, whimpering and gasping as she kisses him back wildly.

Her tongue licks at his, her teeth bite into his lower lip, and she cradles his cheek in her hand to keep him there, slanting her head to deepen the kiss. She moans when he does, kisses him harder, hotter, better, and Robin has a hand now buried in her hair, pulling on the dark tresses just a bit, just enough to make her gasp and press her body more firmly to his.

When they part, the red of her lips is smudged at the corners of her mouth while the rest has been kissed away, and she looks... fucking irresistible like this.

Robin pecks her lips once more, and then kneels before her.

She's looking down at him with this... need, this fire in her eyes, and he wants nothing more than to turn those embers into a raging inferno with his mouth and his fingers, wants to feel her come, hear her scream her pleasure for him.

His hands find the hem of her skirt again, lifting the heavy velvet until it falls over his head, cocooning him in the heat of her. He starts slow, hooks a finger in the now sodden lace between her legs and moves it aside, exposing her sex to his hungry mouth.

Robin sucks slow at her outer lips, kisses around the area where she's so desperate for him, and lets his fingers tease her entrance, sweat building at his temples while he's trapped in the warmth of the fabric. His tongue flicks tauntingly over her clit, then pulls away as she bucks her hips searching for more, and fuck, that's so beautiful to watch, to feel, just the way she needs him like this.

His mouth closes around her clit and sucks hard then, and he delights in the way she screams at the unexpected action, feels her get wetter under his tongue as he plunges it into her, licking at her arousal and moaning at the taste of her.

But it's starting to get hot under here, and he's sweating a bit more than is comfortable, so he stops, pulls his head out from under her skirt and pants, "Will you, please, milady?"

She nods, and he loves that she's lost her inhibitions at this point, loves that she simply waves her hand and makes her dress and underwear all disappear in a cloud of purple smoke, reappearing in a neat pile just by her feet. The cape is still on her, though, warding off the chill as her naked body is exposed to the autumnal winds of Camelot. The velvet falls over her figure, frames her for his viewing pleasure, a red lining that contrasts beautifully with her skin, makes her look all the more enticing to his eyes.

Robin leans in again, unbothered by fabric this time, and hooks her right leg over his shoulder, turning his head to kiss her inner thigh before he gives her inner lips a long, flat lick. He sucks at her clit once more, a quick little slurp of his lips against her as he feels her whole body ignite under his attentions. Her breathy Robin is music to his ears, and he sucks again, and again, and again, harder, more, until her hand is in his hair, pulling lightly at the strands to keep his head in place as she regales him with throaty whispers of Yes! and Mmmhh, and Oh, fuck! that have him growing harder and more desperate for her.

His fingers join back in, two of them entering her easily, the slippery wetness of her coating them as he pushes in deeper, draws them out and sucks off the evidence of her desire. And back in they go, adding a third this time, and he gyrates his hand as he enters her, thrusting those fingers up and into her as he searches for the spot he knows will make her whimper and come and come.

Regina is enjoying it, circling her hips lazily into his hand, gasping and playing with his hair as he dives back in and flicks his tongue over her clit in quick little passes, then takes the swollen bundle into his mouth and sucks again, over and over while his fingers pick up the pace, fucking her harder, faster, until her legs are giving out and her grip on his hair is bordering on painful.

Her leg squeezes a little at his shoulder, the muscles in her thigh tightening with each thrust, and Robin doesn't stop, keeps fingering her, eating her, relishing her low moans and loud whimpers. He sucks at her clit hard, drinks in the wetness of her sex, tastes every bit of her as his tongue circles her entrance and ventures inside in place of his fingers. She's perfect, tastes perfect. Earthy and fiery and his, the perfect cocktail to stoke the fire of his own arousal as he drives her closer and closer to the brink.

He hooks his fingers inside her, and keeps sucking as he hits that spot that unravels her, her breathing growing choppier, more ragged, until she's screaming her pleasure and coming on his fingers and his tongue.

Robin slows, but doesn't stop, keeps those deep pulses of his fingers inside her, keeps his tongue on her clit as she rides it out. He wants to prolong it, wants her to enjoy it thoroughly.

When her whimpers get a little more high-pitched, he knows it's time to pause, pulls his mouth away from her and stills his fingers inside her as he looks up at the incredible view. He has yet to find something he loves more than watching her like this, panting and flushed, sweat curling the hair at her temples as she lets herself enjoy a moment of sexual bliss.

"You're stunning," he tells her, and she's still trying to catch her breath but takes a moment to look down at him, with one of those lazy smiles that always set his heart racing.

Her hand plays with his hair, trails down the side of his face and runs a thumb over his very wet lower lip. He kisses the digit, grins back up at her, and finds her shaking her head in amusement.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," she says.

"You deserved a break," he defends, wiggling his eyebrows as he adds, "and I was starving."

Regina laughs outright at that, and Robin congratulates himself on a job well done, because he can see the weight lifted off her shoulders, can feel just how much lighter her mood is. She hasn't been this cheerful in weeks.

"You're ridiculous," she chides playfully, and Robin shrugs, kisses the pad of her thumb when it runs over his lip again. Her hand then cradles his cheek as she urges him up, and he fights the urge to protest the painful crack of his knees as he rises. When she brings his mouth to hers, and moans at the taste of herself on his tongue, the pain in his joints is completely forgotten.

One hand finds her naked breast, the soft velvet of her cape swishing delicately just over her nipple, and Robin kneads and plays with the swell, his teeth sinking into her lower lip and pulling slightly.

"Mmm," she starts, her voice low and raspy even as she ruins his fun with "We should go. The others will be wondering where we are."

"Spoilsport," he grumbles mockingly into her lips before he kisses her again, the hand on her breast moving up to play with her hair again.

He doesn't see the wave of her hand, but feels the smoke envelop them both, opens his eyes just as it dissipates around her figure, now clothed again by the tempting dress that had started all this in the first place.

Robin can't help it, grasps her rear and pulls her to him once more, grinding his erection on her so she can feel just what this ensemble does to him. Her delighted moan warms his very skin.

"Feel what you do to me?" he asks, and it's obvious that she does, because her breathing has picked up again, her tongue peeking to wet her lower lip as she lets her eyes flutter closed.

"We don't have time for more," she insists, sounding truly frustrated about it.

"I know," Robin sighs, but crashes their mouths together anyway, wild and hard as he pins her against that tree again.

Suddenly the tables are turned, and he feels his back hitting the rough trunk of the tree, Regina's lips attacking his neck as her hand ventures lower, grasping his erection over his trousers and giving him a few lazy pumps.

And then she stops, sinister minx that she is, and looks at him from under her lashes, a smug smirk playing on her lips as she tempts him yet again.

"Come on, thief," she tells him, grabbing his hand and all but dragging him along. "Let's go... hide that dagger up in the castle."

He snorts, but loves her even more for referencing his terrible joke from earlier, and then lets her lead the way as he follows, his hand held in hers as he enjoys the view of her rear while they walk. Her smile stays in place throughout their trek in the woods, her head turning occasionally just to look at him, just to laugh that carefree laugh he loves so much.

Mirth and adventure burn bright in her eyes for the first time in days, and Robin knows, as he has always known, that he'll never tire of making her happy.