from the prompt: one shot where OQ are doing it right before the wedding and get there right when they're about to say their vows. "Sorry we're late."
Happy Beginning, Indeed
It appears that pregnancy makes her horny.
She's just entered the second trimester, and her stomach is now gently curved, nothing too excessive yet, but given that she's always been thin, it shows. They still don't know the gender, and this pains some members of her family – Snow, above all, who can't wait to know if it will be another boy for David to teach swordfight (Regina has said that no, she doesn't need the prince for swordfight, she can teach her own children, thank you so much) or a girl to spoil, in the same way she's spoiling their Annie, whenever she can steal her from Robin's arms.
So yes, it wasn't hard to find babysitters for this morning. Henry was gone before noon, and her heart has skipped a beat when she has seen him with a tie, and a white rose he was probably going to offer Violet soon. Then, Roland had sailed away with Granny, Geppetto in tow, saying he had to test the desserts before the reception. And then it was Annie's turn with Snow, because the little girl wanted to go and see Aunt Emma's dress.
"At least we get to keep one kid," Robin has sighed, once Annie was out of sight, placing his hand above the curve of her belly.
"Mm, not for long," she has answered. "They will steal her too, you know."
He gives her a pointed glare, so she adds, "Fine, her or him," and smiles, even though she knows, she just knows it's a girl – the swirls of her growing magic are violet, and lilac, and gold, it's a girl, but there are bets going on, so she'll have to wait a little longer.
"I still think it's a boy," he muses. "Even though, it would be nice to have a mini you… with long dark hair and brown eyes, a little girl who learns how to ride a horse before she learns how to walk."
"Ah, is that so?" she smiles, leaning on him. "Nice to see you have high expectations, darling."
"Just calling it how I see it," he answers. "Shall we go change?"
"It's early," she complains. She's still in her nightgown, and she's already sweating in the air of the summer morning. "I have to shower, first…"
"Oh, so there's plenty of time," he says, embracing her from behind. He moves away a lock of hair from her neck, starts trailing kisses there, slowly, and Regina closes her eyes.
"Not that plenty…"
"Uh, love?" he interrupts his kisses, and speaks, "I seem to recall you having certain… needs, this morning, am I correct?" She feels his hand brushing against her skin, her lobe. "Needs that have been interrupted by a very excited four-year-old, am I right?"
"Mm-maybe," she moans, because his other hand is now dangerously close to her thighs…
"And you told me," he kisses her once more, on her shoulder, then on her neck, "that you just… can't get enough, on these days, am I correct?"
"I – I may have," she pants. "It's the hormones…"
"Oh, the hormones, uh?"
"Oh shut up, thief," she says, but what she'd intended to be sharp comes out as a prayer, his hand has now discarded the folds of her nightgown and… she needs him, yes, she's been a mess all week, ever since the morning sickness has stopped and she has discovered how much he loves her pregnant body. He can't keep his hands off her, lately, they are thirsty, there's no other word…
And Regina is so wet…
A swirl of smoke, and thank the gods he's used to magic, because he doesn't even blink when they land on the still unmade bed, and she's on top of him. "Looks like someone gave virtue up to the hormones," he says, smugly.
"What virtue," she smiles, leaning down to kiss him. He moans, cupping her face and deepening the kiss, he still tastes of coffee, and it's… amazing, having the house for themselves, it's so relaxing. She doesn't have to hold back, and she does just that when his lips find a particularly sensible spot, sucking her neck, Robin, she whispers, more, please, and he does just that. He sits, she's still on top, and brings one hand to slide between her thighs, finding her slippery entrance not quite ready yet.
"I need you," she pleads, "it's been so long…"
"Regina, it's been hours," he says, amused, stroking her, making her head fall down on his shoulder. "We literally made love yesterday."
"Too long," she complains. "Stop talking and fuck me, Robin…"
He smiles against her hair, his fingers still avoiding the right spot. "Weren't you going to shower?"
"Later," she answers back, her lips on his skin, threatening to bite. "Let them wait…"
So he complies, his fingers moving faster, pumping in and out in a pace that's… not entirely slow, she supposes, not quite satisfying, More, she orders, but he smirks. And then, he stops.
"Robin," she growls, because, damn it, she needs this, she has since hours, she…
"Touch yourself, my love," he asks, brings his slick fingers up to toy with her nipple. "I want to watch you…"
"I've got to do all the job," she snaps, but she's too riled up to get angry, so she slides her hand down there and starts rubbing circles where she needs them most. He's watching her intently, one hand on her breast, the other in her hair… She wants to show him everything, so she fastens her pace, her mouth curving in the start of a moan as she kneads her clit.
"Are you gonna come like this?" he asks, and Regina nods, frantically, "Yes, oh god, yes," that has him groaning and starting to pump his own length. She gets wetter, somehow, knowing that he's so turned on by her being turned on…
"Faster, love," he commands, "just like that… let it out, we are all alone…"
Regina's head falls backwards, her thighs starting to tremble, more wetness pooling there to ease her way as she coaxes more friction. He lowers his hand as she's working on her clit, he enters her with one finger, it has her stiffening around him and then opening up, a little cry escaping her lips.
"You're so beautiful, love," he murmurs, "could watch you all day…"
And she's close, now, those delicious waves approaching faster and faster, he brushes his cock against her thigh and tells her, "Don't come yet, Regina, please."
"W-what," she lets out in a strangled moan, "I – I need to – why not –"
"Wanna come inside you," he says, and she trembles, I'm not going to last – long, Robin, please…
He shifts her slightly, hands curving on her hips, and she sinks down slowly, tries desperately to hold back and wait for him, but he's thick, and he slides inside her so easily, he hits her clit again as he starts moving…
"Oh my god, please, I'm – "
"Just a little longer," he grins, pumping in and out of her, so she leaves that delightful spot and her hands curl around his shoulders, her forehead pressing on his shoulder as his hands fall on her lips.
"Lie down," she urges him, she needs a new angle or she won't be able to reach the peak, so she pushes, and – god, he's so handsome like this, nearly completely lost, she basks in the feeling of him inside her and he moans, Gods, Regina, yes, like this, lovely. The new angle is just right, and she's so far gone she has stopped being embarrassed of the faint cries she's giving away so freely now.
Her palms press on the mattress, now, the slick sounds of skin against skin is just so good, she leans down to kiss him… it's frantic, at this point, they're both so close, so close, she was close already but this is better, more satisfying, his mouth devouring hers and his cock hitting her right there…
"Robin, I – please," she manages a strangled sound, muffled by his lips.
"Come for me, babe," he tells her, "come on…"
There's something that snaps inside her, all of a sudden, something that stretches and frees the pulsing sensation, crashing pleasure all over her mind and body and she feels him, her clenching walls and him there, until he cries his release with her and she falls on his chest, spent.
"Gods, I love you, woman," he says, making her smile against his chest. He slides out carefully, slowly. "Why do I always worry for the baby in situations like this one?"
"The baby is fine," she smiles. "Maybe traumatized, but she's fine."
He draws her closer, his arm around her shoulder, and she presses her head on his chest. He's stroking her with his thumb, in lazy movements, and she closes her eyes. It's so peaceful, here, now, with him, the day light filtered by the curtain, the fresh air of morning on her skin…
"Let's stay here forever," he whispers. She hums, not a single cell of her body is opposed to the idea… time could stop and she wouldn't complain…
Oh shit.
Her head pops up from him, she pushes on one hand to keep herself up. "Robin, what time is it?" Her hand stretches to the nightstand, and he grunts when she lands on him to look at her watch.
"So?"
"Shit, we are so late," she breathes, lifting herself up, "we're never gonna be there on time and Snow will kill me."
"Oh, relax, love," he grins – he still hasn't got up, he's watching at her while she envelops herself with bed sheets. "Can't you magic yourself ready in three seconds?"
"I already teleported us here earlier," she groans, reaching for the bathroom. "I can't use that much of magic in one day… the baby, remember?"
He finally slides down the bed, and she lets the sheets fall, offers him the rear view and turns to see his jaw dropping. "Now, do you wanna join me in the shower?"
;
When they reach the car, she's wearing a baby-blue Empire dress which does nothing to hide her growing stomach, and Robin's deep-blue suit makes him so sexy she wanted to jump on him the minute she saw him.
"She is going to kill me and the baby, and it's your fault," Regina complains as they pull over the car. Walking on high heels on the wobbling wooden tiles of the docks is… pretty complicated, but she manages. The Jolly Roger is festive, today, drapes of white fabric and white flowers, the sun high in the sky.
He helps her up the stairs to reach the board, his hand on her back, and… well, everyone turns to stare at them. A white-dressed Emma is already facing Hook – she has a flower crown on a cascade of curly golden hair, and she raises an eyebrow knowingly at her.
Regina bites her lip and smirks, glances at Snow, then speaks candidly.
"Sorry, we're late."
