Written for Stiene, based from the prompt: OQ + smut in public, and from a pic that hit me
Stolen kisses, pretty lies
- Alternate Universe
Robin Locksley was proud to say that he was a man of honor. Honor was the main reason for him to enter in the Secret Services, honor was the main reason behind his failed marriage with a woman who couldn't understand that... when you swear to protect your country, your country is the first thing you should think about. Before family, before anything else. You were given a task, and you should stay loyal to your task.
But Robin had discovered that honor was a thin wall of paper, compared to the roaring fire that was Regina Mills.
He still remembered their first meeting.
He was terribly late, that morning. When he had arrived at the base, showing his badge to a bored guard, he had almost dropped his coffee, because Emma Swan was walking towards him with a deep frown which didn't mean good news. At all.
"You're late, Locksley," she said, stopping in her tracks, arms crossed.
"Good morning to you," he answered, tempting a smile. But she was angry, more like pissed off, actually, so he replaced his half-smile with a concerned face. "What's wrong?"
"Leopold fucking Blanchard just phoned me," she said, and no, that couldn't be good. Their supreme boss didn't call for random things.
"And?"
"And," she spat out, "and he put us in charge of that freaking psycho-killer!"
Robin just looked at her, waiting for an explanation. Emma huffed loudly, annoyed. "He said that our team has been selected to take care of Regina Mills, does it sound familiar?"
His jaw dropped open. It was like the fiasco with Gold, all over again. Their team selected, a psychotic murder to be guarded, and in the end, they had to kill him. Too dangerous to be left alive, had said Emma to the press.
"I thought that Jones' team had been chosen for this!"
"Well, yes, but he gladly passed us the job, because, and I quote, you are capable of taking care of that bitch, Swan," Emma said, in an exaggerated imitation of Jones' Irish accent.
"He's afraid to fail," Robin said.
"You bet," Emma threw him an angry glare, as if this was all his fault. "So, we're going to the airport, we're throwing that crazy woman in the car and then we're bringing her to her house, where she'll be guarded 24/7, okay? And let's not screw this too, or I swear I'll kill Jones, then I'll go to Hell to resurrect him, and kill him again!"
And so after half an hour he was at the airport with Emma and Mulan, their gun on display, and Regina Mills was there, and she was absolutely beautiful.
Of course he had seen pictures of her – she was on all the newspapers – but nothing could have prepared him to that sight.
Surrounded by agents, she was sitting on a bench, legs crossed, and the length of her skirt was a sin itself. At first, he noticed the house arrest bracelet they had put on her ankle – another precaution, he supposed – but his gaze couldn't help to roam from her impossibly high heels, to her toned legs, from her black skirt that showed a generous amount of her skin, to her fur coat. Her hair was slightly curly, and when she raised her eyes to meet his, she lifted the corner of her lips. The glare she threw him was of pure lust.
Now, he knew what they meant. She was truly evil. Maybe crazy. But there was something… something he couldn't quite place. She licked her lips, painted of red, and god, he found very difficult to focus.
Emma was walking faster than him, and she reached the woman first.
"Morning," she said coldly. Regina didn't answer, but lifted an eyebrow. She shifted her gaze towards Robin and Mulan.
"Well hello, there," she said, and her deep voice sent shivers down to his spine. "My guardian angels," she mocked them.
"I'm Emma Swan, this is Robin Locksley, and Mulan Fa," she introduced them. "We are your guardians, yes, but certainly not angels,"
"Oh, that's a shame," beamed Regina, and she slowly got up from the bench. She approached to Robin, fixating her gaze on him, and she released the first button of her coat, and he couldn't avoid throwing a look to her cleavage. She was closer now, and he could sense her perfume – a mix of Chanel N° 5 and… coconut? Cinnamon?
"There's nothing better than angels… to watch over a devil," she whispered, and she lifted a hand to his chin. He didn't move, didn't flinch, but her fingers released a strange electricity when they touched his skin. "Isn't that true, handsome?"
"Yeah, sure," Emma shook her head, and he blinked, what on hell was she doing to him? A spell?
Regina left his eyes to look at the blonde. "So, Miss Swan," she said slowly, making the name roll on her tongue. "Where are we going in this sunny day?"
"To your house," answered Emma sharply. "Come on," she urged, throwing a look to Mulan, and the woman grabbed gently Regina's arm. She rolled her eyes, her smile gone. "All business, huh? And I was hoping to have some fun," she said in Robin's direction.
He looked at her walking away with Mulan and the other agents – she turned her head to throw him a look over her shoulder, and he was still lost in his thoughts when Emma smacked his arm.
"What is wrong with you?" snorted the blonde. "Are you going to let her do that?"
"Do what?" he said, dumbfounded.
"I don't know!" exclaimed Emma. "That woman is dangerous, Robin," she said. "Don't you know what she did?"
"Find me a person on this Earth who doesn't know," he answered. It was hard not to know of the horrible murders that woman was responsible of. All in secret, all well-paid by hidden companies, until one of their secret agents had managed to catch her.
"She's a monster, Robin, and there's plenty of blood on her hands," said Emma.
"I know what my duty is, Emma, thank you," he answered sharply. He wanted to clean his head from the thought of Regina. What if Emma was right? What if he couldn't stay in a house with that woman without letting her… enchant him, with her stunning beauty and dangerous looks and witty sense of humor?
"I hope so," said Emma, and she looked at him one last time before heading outside.
I can do this, Robin thought, following her. I can resist.
But he couldn't.
Honor be damned.
It only took a sleepless night, when he was in her kitchen, nursing a tea, and she had joined him, her red camisole showing the curve of her breasts, and he had finally kissed her, and she had gladly exchanged his kiss.
And now, after two months, they were currently kissing in a bathroom, in the middle of the base, her words were still ringing in his ears.
"I have to go to the toilet," she had said, with a bored voice, interrupting Emma. The whole meeting was boring. Really boring. Three terroristic attacks, and they had called the best team of experts to try and get them. Including Regina. Good behavior of the prisoner, they had said. As a matter of fact, Regina was a spy. A killer, but a good spy nonetheless. Sure, she was restrained by a cuff – and had that annoying bracelet at her ankle – but she had thrown them some helpful solutions, anyway.
So Emma had stopped talking, and shot her a deadly glare. "Fine," she had huffed. "Locksley, would you please accompany her and make sure she behaves?"
Robin had nodded, and leaned on to free her from the cuff – she had brushed her fingers against his hand, but he managed to keep a poker face, and took her arm. "Come on," he had said, and she had huffed, getting up, and followed him outside.
As soon as they entered the bathroom, she had kissed him, and he could hardly breathe, "I think Emma said you should behave," he had whispered when they had parted, and she had smiled, "I can't behave," she had neared her lips to his neck, close to his ear, pressing her body against his. "Darling, I'm a nightmare," she had said, and he had brought a hand to her hair, pressed his mouth against her shoulder, "dressed like a daydream," he had chuckled. She had huffed, smiling, then taken his hand – they entered in one of the toilets, slamming the door behind them.
"How many minutes before they come after us?" she whispered, he had his hand between her thighs already.
"I don't know," he muttered, kissing her neck, "five, six minutes?"
"Good thing… that… I'm already wet," she said, and grabbed his hand, making it slide on the length of her pants, guiding him until he found her entrance.
"Christ, you weren't kidding," he said in a low voice. She was slippery, and he started rubbing lazily, she moaned against his skin. "Oh, fuck," she said, arching her back at his touch. She bit her lip, his other hand coming up under her shirt, insinuating under her bra – he pinched her nipple, and she let out a frustrated groan, "We don't have time for games," she muttered, moving her hand down.
He gasped when she unzipped him, "Oh, love," he said, "what have you done to me," he pressed his finger deep inside her, and she had to hold back a cry, "Just fuck me already," she spat out angrily, he was taking it too slowly for her taste. She pushed his trousers apart, and stroked her finger over his erection. He let out a low sound, and Regina captured his lips again. Her skirt was folded up, and she lifted a leg, leaving him free access, and finally, he entered her, and she pushed her body against his. Robin broke the kiss and placed his lips against her neck, sucking her skin. He could feel her hair cascading down his shoulder, and he gave two deep thrust, gaining a sound of pure pleasure and satisfaction. "Fuck, I'm so close, hurry up –" she hissed, and he placed a hand on her arse, "They'll find us," she said, and it took only those words to make him come, and doing so, he pushed her against the wall, her leg still lifted, and she came too, panting heavily. They slowed down – he stayed inside for a few moments, before leaving that heavenly place. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he could feel her chuckle – he tilted his head to kiss her hair.
Regina lowered her hands to fix her skirt – and while he was taking care of his trousers, she rubbed her neck, where he had sucked her skin. "You'll leave a mark here, you moron," she accused, and he lifted his gaze from his zip, smiling. "Let them see," he answered. He locked his eyes with hers, and he passed a hand between her hair. "Are you afraid?"
She had a bright, hard expression. "Never," she answered, and unlocked the door. They exited, and she ruffled her hair, looking at the mirror. "I love your after-sex hair style," he smiled, and she rolled her eyes. Passing her fingers between dark locks, she regained an almost normal appearance. She washed her hands, and cleaned them on a hand towel.
"Come on, let's go," she said, motioning towards the door, but he couldn't help pressing a quick, last kiss on her lips before exiting.
And maybe, when they entered the room again, maybe Emma's gaze was a bit suspicious, but watching as Regina winked at him, Robin couldn't care less.
