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Quieting her footsteps, Regina walked at a good distance behind the thief, who was muttering curses and complaints with each step he took as he stormed his way down the corridors until he had nearly reached his room.
"And where do you think you're going?" Regina called out, enjoying the way the outlaw jumped slightly before grinding to a halt.
In one swift manoeuvre, Robin turned, grabbed Regina and pinned her to the wall with his hands on her hips. "Do that to me again Regina and I swear I'll—"
"You'll what?" Regina taunted, her head inclining as her voice lowered.
Robin surged forward, his body pressing against hers and his grip on her hips tightening enough that Regina was sure she would have bruises the next morning.
"I'll fuck you so hard that you'll be wincing for days," growled Robin, resting his forehead against hers as his gaze bore into Regina's.
It took a few seconds for Regina to get her breath back. But once she had, she swallowed and sultrily asked, "Is that a promise?"
Robin's hands flexed against her hips. "Test me and find out."
"Are you sure you want me to?" Regina teased as she ran her hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders. "You didn't really seem to be enjoying yourself very much in there."
"Oh, I was enjoying myself plenty," Robin admitted, "But I was having difficulty trying to keep it hidden from the others."
Regina hummed, her head tilting to the side in contemplation, "Then I suppose I'll have to try harder next time."
"Only push me if you think you can handle it, Regina," Robin warned, leaning forward until his lips were hovering over hers, his breath mingling with the Queen's.
"I can handle anything you give me, outlaw," retorted Regina, tilting her head up, her eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips and back again.
"Is that a promise?" Robin asked, imitating Regina's tone and head inclination from earlier.
Regina chuckled, breathing "yes" against his lips.
For a few seconds, they stared at each other, waiting until one of them finally snapped and made the first move. In the end, the anticipation became too much; neither was sure who closed the distance first, but their lips met in a heated frenzy—teeth clashing, tongues duelling, hands roaming.
Backing up into his room, Robin dragged Regina through the door and used her body to shut it behind them. Drawing her left foot up to rest on the wood behind her, knee bent, Regina pushed off and spun them until Robin found himself trapped and being divested of his shirt. Then, petite hands made their way to the leather securing his trousers and pulled his hips towards hers before she untucked his shirt.
Standing at his doorway, feeling hard wood pressing into his back and soft curves pressing into his front, Robin felt his layers of clothing being swiftly removed one by one, the piles of fabric that littered the floor around them growing with increasing speed and untidiness. The thief himself, however, could not seem to manage untying the laces securing Regina's purple, lacy corset. Nimble hands unfastened his belt, but Robin, wanting to be on more even ground, mumbled "wait" into the Queen's open mouth.
Regina stopped and took a small step back from the thief, but he kept his arms around her and pulled her against him again. Seeing Regina confused, Robin leaned back in to trail his lips down the column of her throat; "You're entirely overdressed, wait a moment."
Robin captured her lips once more, whilst his hand trailed over the laces and yanked at the strands that had loosened. Regina chuckled against his lips as she felt him get frustrated when the garment refused to do what he wanted it to. Leaning back against the door, Robin felt offended at the Queen's choice of clothing and at the woman herself for laughing at his misfortune. It was her fault that his hands weren't fully cooperating anyway; if she didn't leave a trail of fire wherever her skin touched his, it would be a lot easier to concentrate on undoing her damn laces.
With an impish grin, Regina simply stated, "I'm tired of waiting," before grabbing the end of his belt. In one swift tug, the belt was removed and it dangled from Regina's hand. Not breaking her gaze from the thief's, she let the belt fall from her grasp to land on the floor with a soft thud.
Biting her lip, she backed up in the direction of his bed, and with a smouldering gaze she unlaced the corset herself, giving Robin a smug grin when it fell away from her torso in mere seconds. "Come on, outlaw. Show me what you're capable of."
The heat in Robin's eyes as he stalked over to her made Regina's grin widen until he not-so-gently lifted her up and placed her on his bed before crawling over her.
"You couldn't handle it," he growled.
"Careful, dear," Regina teased. "You're giving me high expectations."
Robin's response was a cocky; "I'll deliver."
Regina made to retort with something witty and teasing, but when a finger gently slid across her dampened underwear, she bit down roughly on her bottom lip, holding back her groan, any clever taunt fading from her mind.
"You're awfully sure of yourself," she managed, with an arched back as his hand tore at her underwear until it came away.
Dropping the ripped piece of fabric to the floor and returning his hand to stroke and tease, Robin couldn't help but feel smug at the Queen's gasp.
"I didn't hear any complaints last night," Robin teased. "You remember, when you were moaning my name, ordering me to take you harder…"
"Robin," Regina's teeth dragged across her lower lip.
"And then when you did that thing with your—"
Regina clamped a hand over the thief's mouth, muffling the rest of his words. "Stop talking."
Moving the hand silencing him to the back of his neck, Regina pulled Robin's mouth onto hers, sighing and wrapping her right leg over his left, trailing her foot up and down his calf. Robin gladly parted his lips over hers and devoured her mouth with enough passion to leave the Queen breathless and unable to do anything but claw at the outlaw's shoulders.
Pulling away, Robin smirked before he started to kiss his way down to her stomach, enjoying the way he felt her heartbeat increase under his lips as he passed her sternum. He paused to bite at the Queen's hipbones until he heard her whisper his name. The thief grinned against her skin before continuing his trail down her thighs, moving away from where she most wanted him.
"Robin," she groaned. The sound of it made him chuckle as he switched from travelling down her left thigh to the same spot on her right, nipping and kissing his way back up until he was mere centimetres away from tasting her.
Regina's breathing paused in anticipation, just waiting for him to lean forward that precious inch. But the thief waited, his breath ghosting over her making shivers run from head to toe. Regina lifted her head to look down at him with an accusatory glance. Then he pressed his tongue against her in a firm lick and her head fell back into the pillow with a moan much louder than she had intended.
The vibrations from Robin's chuckle sent shockwaves through her and Regina grabbed at the edge of the mattress, choking back another moan. But when his tongue dragged across her clit, Regina couldn't hold back her loud gasp, her back arching until Robin placed a hand on the Queen's stomach to push her back down onto the bed.
"Robin…" Regina breathed, the hand not clenching the mattress reaching up to fist in the pillow at the side of her head. The outlaw responded by trailing his tongue down and thrusting it into her as far as it could go, slowly withdrawing, then repeating.
Placing a hand under her right knee, Robin guided Regina's leg over his shoulder to get a better, deeper angle—one that had the Queen unable to speak or do anything other than let out a series of whimpers.
Regina dug her heel into a spot on the thief's back, but when he let out a hiss and shifted away from her, she quickly moved it, remembering that he had been in a fistfight the night before and he wasn't completely healed. Murmuring a quick apology, Regina lifted her hips in a silent plea for him to continue. It was a plea that he was all too happy to respond to; kissing his way back up to her clit and wrapping his lips around it, applying a gentle suction that had the Queen gasping.
With a quivering leg over Robin's shoulder, Regina's left hand gripped the sheet so hard her knuckles turned white and her other grasped a handful of the thief's hair, tugging and giving directions—if "yes, there!" and "oh, God!" could be considered directions.
When the sensations of his tongue and lips and the gentle scrape of his teeth became too much, Regina's left hand let go of the now-crumpled sheets and joined her other in Robin's hair, dragging him back up before thoroughly kissing him again, tugging on the strands she held in her grasp to direct his mouth over hers.
Tasting herself on his tongue only seemed to heighten her arousal, and from his groan and the proof of Robin's desire pressing into her stomach, it appeared the thief was as ready as she was.
Regina groaned into his mouth, "I swear to god, if you don't—"
"Do you ever stop giving orders?" Robin asked as he pulled back to lean on his forearms over her.
Her answer was in the form of a smug; "No."
"You should try it." His mouth moved to her neck and trailed up until he took the lobe of her ear into his mouth, shifting his weight onto one arm so he could trail the other up and down her torso, swiping a thumb over a pert nipple, drawing a gasp into his ear. "Let someone else do the ordering once in a while."
"That's never really gone that well for me," Regina confessed.
In the very few times Regina had allowed herself to let go in bed, it was never quite what she wanted; there was always something missing that left her unsatisfied. And the thought of the more frequent times, where she couldn't control events surrounding her, made her mind wander to lost loves and pain and darkness—and that was not something she should be thinking about with Robin gazing down at her with a comforting smile and kind eyes.
"You just haven't had the right person ordering you," the thief gently responded.
Robin ran the hand not supporting his weight over the skin under him, his oh-so-gentle touch setting Regina's skin on fire. In her logical mind, Regina knew the thief wouldn't hurt her; despite their harsh words and insults, Robin had never once laid a finger on her with malicious intent, which was more than what could be said for others residing in the castle; a few old guards, a couple of her subjects she had wronged and several drunken people who believed that they were strong enough to take on the most powerful practitioner of magic in the entire kingdom… They had all believed that everyone would be better off without the Evil Queen living amongst them and had tried to make it as such. They didn't make it very far; the majority of them were being held in the castle dungeons, one had fled and one was killed in a fight of sword against magic that magic had won.
"Trust me," whispered Robin into Regina's skin, drawing her from her thoughts, "I'd never hurt you, Regina."
Trust him?
Regina made it her mission to not trust anybody. The lessons her mother had instilled in her—the ones about trust being the easiest way to destroy a person—were incredibly difficult to let go of. But as she watched Robin treat her with such care and affection, something she seldom experienced, the realisation that she already trusted him—more than she should—hit her hard.
"Okay," Regina breathed. Robin looked up from his task of kissing every one of the Queen's ribs, waiting for her to respond to him. "You want control? You have it. But just for tonight."
"Are you sure?" Robin asked, the slight uncertainty radiating from the Queen made him reluctant to take her word.
"Don't make me change my mind, outlaw," growled Regina, her hesitation fading as she moved her hands to his back and made him lie more heavily on top of her.
Robin grinned, his worry faded as desire and anticipation won out. "I wouldn't dream of it."
They had come a long way since he had last said those very words. If someone had told him outside those tunnels that, a few short months later, he would have seduced the Queen – that she would end up in his bed and he would have the opportunity to have his way with her – he would have laughed at them and called them insane.
But here they were, gazing into each other's eyes, skin on skin, breathing heavy as hands roamed. Robin was grateful that they had ended up there, and he prayed to whatever god was out there that this would never end.
Grinning, Robin sat back on heels, his knees either side of her waist and his hands trailing from her shoulders down to her wrists. Taking her hands in his, he raised them above her head and told her to keep them there, guiding her fingers to wrap around the wooden poles of Robin's headboard as he started kissing down her neck.
Shuffling back until he was sitting low on her thighs, Robin trailed kisses down the centre of her torso as his hands stroked from her hips to her breasts. As his hands kneaded flesh and his teeth marked her olive skin, Regina raised her hips, searching for something to rock against, something to help relieve the growing ache between her legs. But the position her bedfellow was in meant that there was nothing to provide that desperately needed friction. Regina dropped her hips back down to the mattress with a frustrated huff. Robin chuckled.
"Don't tease," the Queen muttered.
Robin pressed a trail of kisses down from her naval, and then stopped.
Regina sighed in irritation. "Robin. Don't—"
"No," the thief interrupted, "I'm in charge tonight. Remember? No more ordering from you, your majesty."
"I'm going to want to kill you before the night is out," Regina groaned.
"That's my goal," snorted Robin, fully intending to make the Queen feel the exact mixture between pleasure and hatred that he had felt in the council chambers.
When Robin placed open-mouthed kisses from her right hipbone to her left, Regina sighed and squirmed, the contrast between the softness of his lips and the roughness of his beard set her nerve endings alight. Watching as he trailed soft bites up her stomach, Regina let out a sigh of disappointment as his mouth kept going in the opposite direction she needed it.
Regina couldn't stop herself from provoking Robin with an unimpressed, "Free reign of a queen and that's all you've got?"
Robin responded by rolling them both, then sitting up so they were chest to chest and she was straddling him, her hands entrapped in his behind her back, instead of clinging onto the headboard. With a growl, Robin latched onto her neck and trailed sharp bites down to her collar bone, pulling on her wrists so her back arched and she was exposed to him, before he continued downwards. Sinking his teeth into several places along the swell of her breasts and soothing the harsh bites with licks and kisses, Robin felt proud at the way in which the Queen's chest heaved at a quicker pace at his actions.
Evidently, after a while, Robin's mouth was not enough for Regina, and she rolled her hips against his with a, "Come on, outlaw!"
All too happy to oblige—although somewhat irritated by the Queen's lack of understanding that he was supposed to be calling the shots—Robin let go of Regina's wrists and brought his hands down onto her ass, kneading, before he started biting, nipping and sucking a bit harder at her skin until the red marks that he had made were tinged with purple.
This was too much. Far too much, and yet not nearly enough. Regina started rocking down onto Robin's hard length, and the outlaw allowed it for a short while, before he growled and turned to the side, rolling them again until he was lying on top of her with his weight halting the movements of her hips.
Regina whimpered at the loss of friction and moved her hands back up to grip the headboard, whispering "more", in the hopes that the outlaw would stop his torment and just get on with it already; she was so desperate.
"Was that a 'please'?" Robin asked, in a patronising tone that he usually reserved for talking to children.
"I do not say 'please'," scoffed Regina, her chin lifting haughtily. With her head pressed into the outlaw's pillow and the owner of said pillow towering over her with such heat and fire in his gaze, Regina felt her body grow even hotter.
"That's too bad," Robin mumbled as he moved his mouth to her ear. "Because I'm not going to let you come until you say it."
"Orgasm denial? Really?" Regina asked, "You do realise that I could just leave and take matters into my own hands, right?"
"Well, of course you could," Robin chuckled. "But I'm so much better."
"That's debatable," Regina muttered, loud enough for the thief to hear. She was joking, of course; he could pleasure her far better than her own hands ever could. He merely had to look at her and she was immediately feeling very flushed and had the sudden urge to fuck him senseless. But the thief didn't need to know that, and Regina enjoyed seeing the outlaw's infinite ego deflate a little at her words, despite the dangerous fire she had ignited in his eyes.
"Well, until you say please, you're going to keep your mouth shut," he declared.
Regina dismissed him with a laugh and let go of the headboard, placing her hands on his shoulders and starting to push him down to her side so that she could climb on top of him, but he grasped them in his own, and with a curt "no", he turned and pulled her under him before pinning both her wrists above her head again, refusing to let her have the upper hand for a second longer.
With Robin's hips pinning her to the mattress and her wrists in his strong grip, there was no room for the Queen to move. Robin pulled back after he had transferred both Regina's wrists to one of his hands, using his other to grasp her chin to keep her eyes connected to his, "I don't think you fully understand, milady."
The intensity in his gaze made Regina's stomach clench, and she drew her bottom lip into her mouth. Robin used his thumb to tug it back out, and then trailed the digit from one corner of her small smile to the other.
"The next word that makes its way past these irresistible lips of yours will be 'please'." She took his thumb into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, sucking lightly before biting at the tip, maintaining eye contact and enjoying the flash in his eyes as his control wavered. But Robin would not let himself get distracted, and he withdrew his thumb, trailing his hand down her neck to splay over her shoulder.
"And if it's not?" Regina inquired, a perfect eyebrow raised and a sly grin on her lips.
"Well," he trailed his hand down from her shoulder and grasped a nipple with enough force that it edged on painful, yet a pleasured gasp escaped the Queen as her back arched, "I'm sure I can find more creative ways of keeping you quiet."
Regina let out a shaky breath, a witty comeback on the tip of her tongue. She was half tempted to provoke him, to see how far she could push the outlaw before he snapped, yet something inside of her was thoroughly enjoying this display of control she had temporarily allowed him.
Robin knew this, he was expecting some form of resistance from the Queen; he never expected her to relinquish any of the power that she had worked hard so for that easily. So when he saw her mouth open, an incredibly sassy retort no doubt ready to make its way past her plump lips, Robin pinched harder, quieting whatever words she was going to say to a whimper. He was determined to be the first person that Regina had relinquished control to that actually made her crave more. And Robin rarely failed when he set his mind to something.
"Is that clear, your majesty?" The outlaw drawled, trailing his hand up the valley between her breasts to drag his fingers over her collar bone as he took the nipple into his mouth.
Regina moaned as she contemplated her options for a few seconds, but finally nodded with a muttered, "Uh huh." This unexpected, thoroughly dominant side to Robin made her more aroused than she would have liked to admit, if she'd known he would be like this after a little public teasing, she would have doubled her efforts days ago.
Robin simply smirked and said, "Good."
Then, without preamble, Robin brought the hand that was not holding Regina's wrists to his mouth, and licked the tips of three fingers, and then he was reaching between her legs and rubbing circles over her swollen bundle of nerves, drawing such beautiful reactions from the Queen. Robin couldn't help but take a moment to watch and appreciate the expressions flitting over her face.
With an overwhelming urge to moan the thief's name, Regina bit her lip, her wrists flexing and hands pulling at the fabric they were clinging onto, in the hopes of not saying anything just yet.
His left forearm rested against the sheets as Robin used his other hand to tease her closer to the edge; watching her eyelids flutter closed, before he placed his forehead against hers, whispering; "say 'please'."
Regina shook her head and lifted her chin in defiance. She wasn't going to make this easy for the thief; if he wanted her to beg him, he was going to have to work for it, and Regina was determined to make him give up before then, anyway. She'd show him that she could still call the shots, even when she had to stay quiet.
Feeling herself climbing higher and higher, Regina sighed as warmth spread across her whole body. As she started to move her hips against his hand faster in an attempt to force him to pick up the pace so that she could reach her release, he stopped.
Regina whimpered and frowned, her eyes opening and looking at Robin, searching for the reason for him denying her the high she so desperately wanted. But he just smirked, "I told you; you're not coming until you say 'please'," he explained.
Sighing in frustration Regina's head fell back to the pillows, slightly regretting letting up the right to give verbal orders. The Queen gasped at the feeling of Robin releasing her wrists to start mouthing at the underside of her breasts before he started nipping upwards, taking an erect nipple into his mouth and sucking, then moving to the other. The alternating sensations of tongue flicking and teeth scraping over pert nubs made Regina's right hand come down to tangle in Robin's hair.
The thief growled as he pulled away. "You keep your hands on that headboard, Regina. No touching," he ordered.
Sighing, Regina relented and wrapped her fingers around a pole on the headboard again. A different one than before; the wood under her palm was cool to the touch. Her other hand moved to a new spot too. The change from holding onto something lukewarm was somewhat refreshing as she was not in the position to change much else at that particular moment.
Re-entering two fingers into her, Robin swallowed the Queen's moans into his mouth. His teeth dragged across her bottom lip before he bit down. At Regina's groan, he smirked, pulling back and letting the swollen flesh slide through his teeth, unable to stop a groan of his own as he took in Regina's appearance.
The faint trace of lipstick on her lips was smeared at the corner, and her lashes fluttered closed as she took her bitten lip into her mouth and let her tongue trace over the soft skin.
"God, you're beautiful," Robin whispered as he dropped a kiss to one corner of her mouth, and then the other as he added a third finger inside her.
Regina just barely managed to contain her shout of his name by gripping the headboard tighter and putting her own indentations into her lip. And Robin seemed to know of her struggle to keep quiet, as the next second he altered the angle his hand was thrusting at, so the heel of his palm ground down against her clit with every movement. The Queen's back arched and a yell of "oh, god" almost made its way past her lips as a wave of pleasure washed through her.
Then Robin stopped again and Regina glared at him, breathing heavily. Robin merely chuckled in response, then started to move his hand again, slowly building her back up, just so he could make her fall back down if she didn't acquiesce to his demands. Taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking, Robin enjoyed the gasp from the woman beneath him and grinned.
"Now," Robin started as he leaned back to look at Regina, keeping his fingers moving inside of her, "are you going to say 'please' this time?"
Regina whimpered, knowing that if she didn't plead with the thief, then he would have no qualms about stopping and letting her tumble back down to earth without reaching her peak. Sighing as she actually thought about giving in to the outlaw, he stopped and withdrew his hand from her, the loss of warmth and the sudden emptiness left her choking back a sob.
"You are so stubborn," Robin growled as he moved his right hand to rest beside the Queen's head on his white pillow splayed with raven hair. "So damn stubborn."
Bringing his left hand down to her thigh, Robin traced a line down her skin until his hand was cupping behind her knee. Even the sensation of his rough bandage rubbing over her leg had Regina squirming underneath the thief, and when he raised it to his waist and thrust his hips forward so he rubbed against her, Regina couldn't stop herself bucking her hips into him, drawing a groan of her name from his lips.
Regina couldn't help but feel jealous at him being able to call out her name like that, when she was stuck with moans and sighs. Whimpering, she tightened her leg around him and rolled her hips up against him again, in a silent demand. When he lined himself up and easily slid inside her, Regina let out a barely audible, "oh, god."
If Robin heard it, he didn't comment, choosing to draw his hips back and then thrust forward with enough force that Regina's head moved up a few inches closer to the headboard. When he did it again, Regina turned her head and bit into the pillow, breathing harshly through her nose. After one more deep thrust, Robin started setting up a slow, grinding rhythm, with Regina gasping every time Robin's pelvis ground against her clit.
And then the outlaw started moving in earnest, hitting a spot deep inside her that had Regina throwing her head back, leaving the column of her neck exposed as she tried to take in deep breaths through gritted teeth.
"Say it, Regina," Robin growled into her ear, "or I'll stop."
Once again, Regina defiantly kept her mouth shut, regardless of every fibre of her being screaming out to her to just give in. Robin pounded into her quicker, his hips snapping to hers, his fingers digging into her flesh and his mouth lowering to taste whatever part of the Queen's skin was within reach.
"Regina," he warned, biting at the shell of her ear, then her pulse point, then her collar bone.
But Regina paid no heed and let out a sigh instead of the plea that the thief wanted.
When Robin followed up on his threat and stopped, Regina groaned.
"If you'd just say please we would not have this problem," Robin advised, his breaths coming out in soft pants, not as unaffected by his constant stopping as he appeared to be.
She would have to give in soon. If she didn't, Robin would certainly make her. He knew he couldn't last the whole night out, but knowing Regina, she would hold out on him for hours simply to prove a point.
Damn woman.
When Robin removed her right knee from his waist and pushed it upward so it was touching her shoulder, the new angle forced a breathy moan of "Robin" before Regina could stop herself. Robin heard her that time. He stopped and leaned forward—forcing her leg even higher—to growl into her ear. "Bite your tongue, Regina. Or I'll bite it for you."
On the first of Robin's resumed thrusts, Regina bit her lip to keep herself from shouting out. On the tenth, she turned her head and bit into the thief's pillow again, muffling a yell. On the twentieth, Regina was closer towards to the edge than she had been the whole evening.
Then she heard Robin order her to "say 'please'"again.
No, no, no, no. If he stopped this time, she was going to kill him. The thought of murder actually became a viable option for a split second, but then he hit that spot inside of her again and she could not fathom why she ever wanted of get rid of him in the first place.
"Say 'please', Regina," Robin demanded. "Say it, or I'll stop again."
In all honesty, Robin wasn't sure he would be able to stop this time; his self-control was faltering at an alarming rate, he just prayed that the Queen's resolve faltered first. He watched as her eyes scrunched closed, as her fingernails dug into her palms. Robin needed to hear her. He needed to hear her beg him; this could be the only night she'd let him do this, and he needed to have something to remember this glorious moment by for the rest of his life.
Regina could feel her orgasm fast approaching; the tightening in her core, the shortness of breath, the tensing of muscles. A few more moments and she'd be over the edge. She heard him say her name again, and damn it if it didn't sound like a warning. She could not let him stop now; not when she was so close. So very, very close.
Finally letting go, Regina let the thief win; breathing "please" into his ear.
Robin grinned and slowed down just a little, on one part to see how desperate the Queen actually was, and another to try not to empty himself within her at her whisper.
"Please, Robin!" Regina whimpered, "Oh, god. Please, don't stop… don't ever stop..."
After a moment he obeyed her; with a mocking, "Now, that wasn't too difficult, was it?" His hips moved in a frenzied rhythm that was nothing like the slow grind he had started with.
Now finally able to voice her pleasure, the room was filled with Regina's moans and shouts as she clawed at his back, her thigh slipping against his side and her head thrown back into the pillows.
Regina came with Robin's name on her lips, and the thief grunted into her neck, finding his own release just seconds later, before collapsing to the side of her, completely spent.
"Wow," Robin breathed after a few very long moments, running a hand through his damp hair. "Are you alright?"
Regina tried to say something, anything, but the most she could manage was a breathy, "Uh huh."
Robin chuckled smugly, "I doubt George would make you speechless like that."
Finding her words again, Regina rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up about that, Robin. It's not attractive."
"Sorry," Robin turned on his side to face Regina, "But he wouldn't, though, would he? I mean—"
"Robin, I don't care," Regina confessed. "I'm not sleeping with George; I'm sleeping with you."
"Well, to be honest, there has not really been any sleeping involved, Regina."
Regina let out a laugh and agreed, opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling, taking in measured breaths as her heart continued to pound in her chest.
There was silence for a moment. "Will there be?" asked Robin quietly.
Regina turned her head to her right to see an earnest look on Robin's face. So, apparently they were having that boundaries discussion now.
The thought of waking alongside the thief—although not entirely unpleasant—seemed far too intimate for Regina. And obviously should he leave her room— or she leave his—at a time where people were wandering the castle, there would be a lot of explaining to do.
"Robin, I don't really care what time either of us leave, as long as it's before sunrise and we don't get caught," Regina stated.
"Right," agreed Robin.
"But I'm not a cuddler, so don't even think about it," she warned, quickly glancing in his direction.
"Got it," Robin acknowledged. "Anything else?"
Regina sighed as she turned onto her side to face him, the conversation turning a bit more serious.
"This is not a relationship; it's just a distraction. If, at any point, it becomes more than what it should be… It ends. I cannot be dealing with feelings." She spat out the word "feelings" as if it had personally offended her, though from what he had heard, perhaps that wasn't too far from the truth.
Robin could understand where Regina's thoughts were. It was clear that she was hurting; every so often he would catch her staring at nothing with a forlorn expression. Sometimes, he knew that Regina did not wish to talk to anyone and he stayed back, and other times, when the Queen looked less likely to murder the first person to speak to her, he would make his way over – but she was usually pulled away for some reason before he could reach her.
But honestly, Robin wasn't entirely sure he wanted anything more than a distraction either. Having avoided all forms of commitment since his beloved wife passed away, Robin didn't feel that he needed more than what she was offering. Unwilling to have his heart broken again, Robin agreed to the Queen's rule of no emotions. It was the safe option.
"And if either of us wants this to end for any other reason, we say so and we stop. No questions asked," Regina added.
"Seems reasonable," Robin said, frowning at Regina tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear just before he could reach over and do it himself. "These rules tend to come in threes, what's your next one?"
"Discretion," Regina stated. "This remains between us."
"Of course," Robin replied immediately. Then, he started musing aloud. "Although, I'm sure I'd be a hero amongst my men if—"
Regina thumped him on his arm. Surprisingly hard. Robin winced and rubbed the sore muscle.
"I was only saying, my men usually share details like this. 'Talk between men' and all that. And if they found out about this—which they won't—then they'd give me a pat on the back." Robin chuckled before looking back to her.
Regina let out a displeased sigh as she moved to get out of the thief's bed. He didn't let her get far, wrapping his arms around her and pulling until her back was against his chest. "I won't tell them, Regina," he said seriously, as he dropped a kiss to her shoulder, "I promise you."
Sighing, Regina turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, curiously. "What if your Men ask?"
"Then I'd lie," he responded without much thought.
"Don't lie for me, Robin," Regina sighed, "I don't want you to jeopardise your friendships because of this."
"Well, I'm hardly going to tell them any more than you're going to tell Snow," Robin laughed as Regina's eyes widened comically and she shook her head at the mere thought.
"Well, then," he leaned forward for a chaste kiss, but pulled back when a thought occurred to him. "What if Snow asks you about us?"
"Snow's easy to placate," Regina said, waving her hand in the air as if mentally batting her away. "I can give little hints that'll satisfy her, but won't suggest anything to do with you."
Robin's brows furrowed. "So, if it's necessary, we can discuss this, just not us."
Regina took a second to think the terminology over before replying. "Yes."
"Alright," he said.
"Your turn," Regina said, turning onto her stomach and laying her head on crossed arms to look at Robin, the arm he had wrapped around her retreated so his hand could trace patterns on her bare back. "Come on, Robin. I'm not sorting this all out by myself."
It was a few quiet moments where Robin thought over any potential rules. But then he declared, "My son comes first."
"Obviously," Regina responded, confused as to why anyone would think otherwise.
"So, there may be some nights where I'm not available," Robin clarified.
"Robin, I'm not going drag you into bed every night," Regina chuckled. "It's just something every once in a while."
"A little more than 'once in a while'," Robin said as he pushed Regina back onto her side and aligned his body with hers.
Regina smiled as she brought her left hand to play with the bandaging on his wrist, smoothing the frayed edges, as she seemed to have gotten too caught up in the moment to pay any attention to his injuries earlier. "Robin—"
"That's a rule; this happens more than 'once in a while'." Robin nuzzled her neck, trailing his hands up and down her back. "After what just happened, I doubt I'd be able to stay away for too long anyway."
When he reached a sensitive spot on her neck, he sucked and nibbled until the area was red and the Queen was gasping, "I doubt you would be able to either, your majesty."
"You're an arrogant prick," Regina mumbled.
"Are you disagreeing?" he murmured lowly, trailing a hand up her thigh.
Regina breathed "no" before she could even process it.
"Well, then…"
Regina raised her hands to grasp Robin's hair and crash his lips onto hers, forcing him to lie on top of her. Raking her nails across his scalp, Regina dragged Robin's bottom lip away with her teeth before pushing her tongue through the gap she'd created.
At the feeling of Regina sucking his tongue into her mouth, then scraping her teeth along it when he took it back, Robin felt himself start to harden against Regina's thigh.
Regina broke away from their kiss and looked down between them and then back up to Robin with an amused smile and a raised eyebrow, "Already?"
"What can I say, milady?" Robin grinned as he ground his hips into Regina's, "I'm a man of stamina."
Pushing Robin onto his back and allowing herself to be pulled with him, Regina brought her legs up either side so her bent knees were at his waist. Leaning over him, her fists clenching in the pillow on either side of his head and her long hair forming a curtain between them and the outside world, Regina smiled and declared; "Well, this is going to be fun."
"You're insatiable," Robin chuckled, bringing his hands up to rest on her hips.
"Apparently, I'm not the only one," She teased with a roll of her hips.
"I'll wear you out before the night is over," Robin warned, and Regina's eyes seemed to brighten at the idea.
Leaning forward to trace her tongue over the shell of his ear, Regina lowered her voice and taunted, "I'd like to see you try."
"Famous last words," Robin teased as he rolled them back over so he was on top. "You promised me that I was in control tonight."
"Did I?" Regina asked, although clearly knowing the answer. "You'd better get to work then."
"My pleasure," Robin responded before grasping her chin and tilting it upwards, grinning as his mouth descended to lay a trail of wet kisses across her jawline as his hand trailed down her front again.
As the night went on, Regina found it was her pleasure, too. The thief used the control she had given him and… well, both of them had ended up sweaty and thoroughly sated. Their limbs were limp from exertion and their voices were hoarse from the groans, shouts and yells that the other had drawn from them.
Robin had been right. Before, she hadn't had the right person ordering her. Now, she did.
And if Robin wanted to do this again?
Well, Regina wouldn't complain.
