It was the soft buzzing that woke him first. It was dull and slightly annoying but after a few adjustments he found himself drifting back into dream world. He was utterly exhausted and spent. Every bone in his body cracked and every muscle was incredibly sore. The previous day was spent out in the yard with the boys. At first, Regina dragged them out in the early morning hours for some yard work before the sun became too brutal. She had them weed out the floral garden in preparation for a fresh planting. Roland then suggested they construct a vegetable garden. They were learning about environmental sustainability in school. There was no convincing him that taking care of a vegetable garden might be too hard for him. So after a while Regina conceded and made Robin take the boys to the garden store for supplies while she washed up and started on lunch. The floral garden would be hers and the boys could take care of the vegetable garden.
Robin and the boys worked tirelessly throughout the afternoon. Unfortunately, most of the work fell on Robin who decided to construct a planter box instead of planting directly into the ground. It took Henry and Roland a while to figure out what vegetables to plant for spring so they didn't really get started until late afternoon. Of course Roland was only helpful enough to drop the seeds in the holes after Henry dug them up. Regina simply sat on the back deck and watched while sipping on lemonade. She occasionally brought down a glass for all the boys to share. Eventually she made her way back inside to start on dinner. It was something simple. A cucumber and dill salad served alongside steak and red skin mashed potatoes. Robin loved steak and planted a wet kiss on her cheek once dinner was finished. He volunteered the boys to assist in cleaning up the kitchen. They were never too young to learn how to help around the house. After about thirty minutes of rinsing off dishes, pots and pans and wiping down the counters and dining room table, the makeshift family of four retired to the den to watch a movie.
Roland got to pick this time. It seemed Finding Nemo was all the rage in pre – school. Regina let the boys snack on pop corn while they watched the movie. She and Robin shared a bowl of her Rocky Road ice cream. Half – way through the movie, Robin let out a chuckle, nodding his head to the slumped over figures on the floor of the den. They were completely knackered. Regina clicked off the television and gathered the empty ice cream bowl and popcorn bowl while Robin coaxed the sleeping children upstairs. It was Saturday night so bed time rituals weren't necessary. Regina had showered off earlier and changed into a silk short pajama set while Robin took his turn in the shower. She hunkered down under the covers with one of her romance novels, a real page turner. One would think as an editor of primarily romance novels she wouldn't really read those in her spare time but she often found they were a guilty pleasure. She could always claim research for ways to make her clients' books better.
Robin found his way from the shower into the dimly lit bedroom of his girlfriend. She was asleep with her black – rimmed glasses sliding down her nose and her book falling loosely from her hands. He had hoped to cuddle with her for a few moments but it seems her body had other plans. He chuckled silently and removed the items from her. Her eyes blinked open and a sly smile worked its way onto her features. He leaned forward and pecked a kiss on her lips. She reached out a hand to him and he climbed over her to settle in beside her. She rolled onto her side and they shared of few languid kisses before Robin found himself yawning into them. They both laughed and decided that was enough for them. Regina turned away from him so he could spoon her from behind. She pulled his hand over her body and tucked it under her head. She let out a breath and was soon drifting off to sleep. Robin stared at her for a few moments, glad to have her in his and Roland's life before his eyes drifted closed.
Yes, those were the last moments he remembered before drifting off to sleep. Strange then to be yet again awakened by soft buzzing, louder this time. He blindly reached out for his cell phone that rested on his night stand. It wasn't buzzing. The bed shifted. He turned his head to creak an eye open. His sleepy eyes opened more once he fully took in the sight before him. There she was, her head pressed back into her pillow, her right arm entrenched between her thighs. He leaned up on his side to glimpse that damn pink vibrator Emma bought for her as a gag gift when Regina was still single. Regina's eyes were closed, her lip caught between her teeth as she concentrated on pleasuring herself. Why she hadn't woken him up for this, he'd have to find out later. Two could play this game. He reached into his boxers and gave himself a couple of tugs and pulls. It was a little strange for him and his girlfriend to masturbate together when they could satisfy each other's needs very easily. He continued to stare at her and watched as her face froze with her mouth hanging open, her thighs tensing and if he'll be damned she didn't just squirt into the sheets. That was actually kind of hot and it only encouraged him. Her body relaxed down as she drew her left hand over her forehead and allowed her legs to fall to the side. He let out a grunt on a particular harsh tug. Startled, she turned her head to him.
"Fuck, Robin, you scared me!" she harshly whispered, slapping his arm.
"Apologies mi'lady but imagine my surprise when I awoke to see my lovely girlfriend playing with that damn dildo."
"Well, I wouldn't have to play with the damn dildo if someone woke up when I tried to initiate something."
"You tried to wake me?"
"Uh, yeah, believe me, this only comes out in desperate times. I never thought I'd have trouble getting you to wake up for this." And truly she was surprised. She'd been at it for a good forty – five minutes. She had woken from a particularly intense dream that left her sweating and…slick. At first she tried to fall back asleep but the dream left a dull ache between her legs that seemed to only intensify the more she tried to ignore it. That was when she decided to turn on her side and stare at her slumbering boyfriend, wondering if he would be interested in a little late night shenanigan. As she bit down on her lip she gently nudged his shoulder. He didn't so much as budge. A sigh escaped her lips and she decided to ghost a hand down his thigh and around to his front. She cupped him gently, giving his balls a little massage. He let out a grunt, a mumble of some sort and relaxed into sleep. Perhaps he was truly exhausted and that was a shame. A shame she had to resort to Doodle, the pink dildo Emma Swan got her as a gag gift for her thirty – third birthday. Regina had been appalled at the gift, hiding it in the back of her closet to never see the light of day. But then there had been some dates, all misses, no hits and well, living a celibate life was getting to her, so one night, long after she tucked Henry into bed she searched for about ten minutes in the recesses of her closet to find Doodle. The first time she felt a little silly using it and couldn't fully relax, but after a few awkward minutes she was falling apart over the damn thing and even though it wasn't the real thing she felt extremely satisfied. It was the most relaxing night she'd had in a long time and the most peaceful rest. Soon it almost became a nightly ritual but then she felt she was becoming somewhat addicted to the darn thing and she had to taper herself. That was when she learned more about her menstrual cycle. She discovered she really really craved it about a week from her cycle starting and she laughed at herself when she realized this. She wasn't too keen on birth control since she wasn't dating anyone seriously and she wasn't really into dalliances. Tonight, tonight she was a needy, horny mess and by the gods, she was getting off with or without her boyfriend who seemed oblivious to her needs. Wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last.
Robin had stopped his ministrations and sighed a great big sigh. He was a right git of a boyfriend for not being attuned to his girlfriend's needs, especially since this particular need benefited him as well. Regina reached for Doodle and swung her legs from the bed.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"To clean this off. I don't need any bacterial infections down there." She stalked off to the ensuite bathroom and turned on the water. After a few moments she returned to her side of the bed where she expertly packed away Doodle and placed back in a more convenient place in the walk in closet.
"Does this mean you're done for the evening?" Robin asked as she slipped back under the covers.
"Hmm? Oh yes, I'm quite exhausted. That gave me quite the work out." She smirked.
"'Tis a shame, I have a little problem I need worked out now."
"Do you now?" He nodded. "Welp, sorry, can't help you out there," she grinned as she rolled onto her side facing away from him. Truth be told, her little session with Doodle was quite satisfying, as it usually was when it was the only thing she had around, but sex with Robin was fucking amazing and playing with the dildo only mildly took the edge off. She could probably go for another two rounds if she was being honest with herself. But Robin had been so exhausted that he couldn't even wake up for a midnight sexcapade. She shut the light off on her night stand and curled around herself, trying to mentally quell the heat still emanating between her legs. She heard Robin shift behind her, probably laying down on his back. She felt the covers shift over them as he resumed working himself. Regina was mildly irritated. Of course she wanted to help him with his little problem but she wanted more to deny him just as he denied her. It was silly, he'd been physically working all day and what she had in mind, well that required a lot of physical prowess as well. Her eyes drifted shut as she concentrated on relaxing her breathing. Maybe in the morning before the boys woke they could engage in something.
She's not quite sure how long she drifted in and out of sleep before she felt wet kisses peppering the back of her neck, behind her earlobe. That bastard. He knows, he knows how much that drives her insane. Could have her cumming just sucking right there. She squealed a little loudly when he swirled his tongue and closed in once more behind her earlobe. He quickly rolled her over and silenced her with a kiss, immediately running his tongue across her lips, not really giving her a choice other than to accept. Although she'd been caught off guard, it didn't take long for her body to respond. He was already tucking one hand in the waistband of her silk shorts while the other rucked up her top so he could clamp down on her breast. She squealed once more. Robin snatched his head up and with a sly grin reached forward to kiss her once more, this time more chaste.
"Hmm, seems you've had some rest," she commented as he withdrew from the kiss.
"Well, I couldn't bloody well rest knowing my beautiful girlfriend was here suffering from neglect. I needed to remedy that as soon as possible." Regina reached her arms around the back of his neck, drawing him in for more kisses. The pressure on her lips felt wonderful and set her toes tingling. Her body shifted to accommodate Robin lying in between her legs and they began to drift up his thighs. He rocked into her pelvis, slowly, making sure he made contact with her clit, holding himself there a few moments before rocking back. She let out a low moan. A hand made its way to his head where she threaded her fingers through before gently urging him down her front. He winked at her, acknowledging her request. Lips roamed over sensitive breasts before making their way down her stomach and to the top of her shorts. He sat up a bit to work down the offending garment before situating himself low between her legs. He peppered kisses on her freshly waxed skin, sucking here and there. She wriggled a bit, whimpering. She hated when he teased. Warm breath ghosted her skin as he inched his way down to where she needed him. Fingers dipped into her folds, sliding their way up towards her clit where he pressed firmly down. A longer, deeper moan escaped her lips. Kisses dotted the insides of her thighs as he continued to play with her folds before finally sinking his fingers inside. A heady gasp escaped her lips as she writhed beneath him.
A long drawn out "Fucccckkk" blew from her lips on gasping breaths. He stretched up to meet her lips as his fingers continued working her. Her back arched off the bed and her eyes flew open to meet his gaze. Her eyes welled with wetness and she swallowed thickly. She's not sure what she's feeling but this was more than sex right now. This was him and her, them. She pulled his face close to hers and kissed and kissed and bruised his lips. She reached between them to still his hand.
"Inside, now." Those two words had his cock twitching, never mind he'd been ready a while ago, but he wanted to please her, to worship her. Communicate with her that she was loved and so deserving to be cherished. He gazed long and hard into her eyes, causing her to look away. It made her nervous. He bent his head to capture her gaze. Her eyes fluttered closed and he took that moment to capture her lips in a chaste kiss, pumping himself a few times and slipping inside her folds. She gasped her surprise into an open – mouthed kiss. She was tight and her insides grasped him like a vice. The feeling sent shivers down his spine. She was tense and he resisted moving for a few moments, allowing her to relax around him. As eager as she was for him to get inside her, the intensity of these overflowing feelings inside her made her timid and nervous. It was almost like their first time. It scared her.
"Are you alright?" He asked as he kissed her once more. This time tears did escape her eyes and she nodded her head, humming out, returning his kiss. "I'm going to move now, alright?" She nodded her head, planting her heels into his ass, encouraging him to move. He started slow, grinding himself down into her, making sure her clit felt the pressure. If one listened hard outside the bubble of their bedroom door, only their gasping breaths could be heard. This was something new and different all together, for the both of them. It was the most beautiful experience either one of them ever had and it scared them, yet fulfilled them on a completely different level somewhere in their consciousness. Her thighs tightened around his torso, her body scrambling away of its own accord, the intensity building in her core was becoming too much for her to handle. He pressed down close to her body, holding on as much as he could. His thrusting became erratic as her hips rolled to meet his. "Let go love, let go," he whispered in her ear as he nipped. She nodded her head roughly and hummed out. He pulled back, resting his forearms on either side of her head. He was on the verge of his release but he wanted to make sure she was satisfied first. He felt her walls tightening, spasming around his throbbing cock. Her wetness pooling around it, her eyes squeezed shut and her face froze, strangled cries working their way out of her throat and he knew, he knew, it was time for his release and he wasted no time following her over the edge. He stilled himself as he emptied deep inside her. Her legs relaxed around him and her hands skirted up his sides, landing on his chest. She pushed on him until he rolled onto his back.
Sensitive, so sensitive but she was heightened, wanting more. Her vagina was still contracting around his softening member, milking him. She straddled him, leaning forward to capture his lips. Her hips rotated around, coaxing him. She bit her lip as he reached forward, grasping her thighs to steady her. He pulled her up and slammed her down, skin slapping on skin. It didn't take long to work him into stiffness again. Hands braced upon his chest as she slid up and down and down and up and around and all those maneuvers that sent shocks up her spine. It wasn't long before he was the one grunting out. She leaned back to change the angle to hit that spot inside that had her seeing stars behind her eyelids. Their movements stilled in unison, her collapsing on top. This time it was him to urge her onto her side, beside him. He turned and she shuffled close to him. So close, inhaling his exhales, their lips ghosting together as hands wandered. Sighing out in unison, they gave in to their exhaustion, holding each other close, unafraid of what the future held for them. They knew, this was love.