Here we go! Prompt Party 2020! This is the first part, and tomorrow there is a sequel to this. The rest of my entries are stand alone. I hope you enjoy and please review! :)

Prompt #11: Brunch

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Best Brunch in Town:

The smell of sizzling bacon must be what draws him from their bedroom finally. Robin emerges, hair a bit mussed from sleep, sweatpants lower on his hips than normal, which gives her a nice view of that V he has sculpted on his beautiful body.

He's fit, she's always known that. They'd met in college at the gym when they both tried a new Body Pump class, so he's always been in great shape.

But now, eight years later, with wedding rings on their fingers and a baby bump growing by the day between them, he looks even better.

Regina could blame the hormones, sure, but look at him. With or without the added hormones raging through her body, she'd find him sexy.

"Look who's finally woken up," she teases, waving her silver kitchen tongs in his direction.

Robin chuckles, his voice still a bit scratchy from sleep as he says, "Well someone gave me the best," and at the raise of her eyebrow he amends his words, "sleep I've ever had."

He runs a hand through his sandy blonde hair, his dimples shining brightly as he comes to stand behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her middle, his thumb softly rubbing against her belly.

Giggling, Regina leans her head to the side, giving him access to pepper kisses to her neck in greeting.

She swats at his arm when he reaches for a piece of pineapple, reprimanding him and saying to save it all for their breakfast.

"More like brunch, wouldn't you say?" he asks with a gleam in his eye, pointing to the clock on the microwave that reads 11:30.

She rolls her eyes but agrees, saying she wanted to get up early and make them breakfast, but, "Someone wouldn't let me get out of bed."

"Mm," he hums, kissing her cheek before moving to the fridge. "You were just so warm, I didn't want to let you go."

Smiling to herself, thinking how nice it was to get those extra cuddles in on this cold, winter morning, all she can do is shake her head, turning the bacon over to let it cook on the other side.

"Can you work on the eggs?" she asks, nodding her head in the direction of the bowl. The eggs are already whisked and ready to be poured, she just doesn't have enough hands.

Robin nods, sprinkling a bit of extra salt and pepper into them before heating up the other burner. "You go sit, babe," he murmurs, bumping her hip with his. "You've made the bacon, and the biscuits are almost done. Let me finish."

She sighs, rubbing at her lower back. "It would be nice to sit for a bit."

With that, she removes the bacon from the frying pan, setting it to the side to cool before waddling to the other side of the counter to sit at the bar stool.

Her back has been killing her lately, the weight of their child pulling on her back with each passing day. Rubbing her rounded belly, she smiles down at it, knowing she'd take back pain every day if it meant they get to have their little miracle.

Getting pregnant had been harder than they imagined. They'd gotten married a year after graduating, just months before they both started their new careers.

It was a hectic time, so babies were the least of their worries. They were young and starting out in the world; there would be time for a baby later.

But then she'd gotten pregnant two years into their marriage, which shocked them both. They'd been excited, Robin crying over their first ultrasound and taking her to Target straight away to register for baby items. They'd started setting up a nursery and preparing for this new arrival in their lives until one day she'd gone to the bathroom at work and their lives had changed forever.

Their baby was gone; a miscarriage.

It had broken them, and for a while, Regina wasn't sure their marriage could survive that big of a loss. But Robin, being Robin, had broken down in the midst of one of their many fights back then, saying he would fight until his last dying breath for them. He wasn't giving up, and so with tears in her eyes, she borrowed some of his strength and decided to fight for them as well.

Two years after that, they finally had to admit that getting pregnant a second time seemed to be much harder, and Regina had made an appointment with a fertility specialist.

After rounds and rounds of medications and injections and more work than Regina had ever put into anything, they'd finally been blessed with this little miracle six months ago, almost two years after starting her treatments.

Pulling herself from her thoughts, she looks up, spying her husband grinning at her. "What?" she giggles, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes.

He shakes his head, says she was off in la-la land, and all she can do is laugh and agree with a shrug.

"Sorry," she chuckles, "Did you say something?"

He laughs, recounting his story he'd just told her about how John, his best friend and co-worker, and his husband, Will, wanted to throw them a baby shower.

"That would be lovely," she beams, telling him how Mary Margaret, her best friend from work, wanted to do the same.

"Sounds like we have plenty of showers to look forward to then."

Their eyes catch on that, and she knows he's thinking the same thing as she is—they never got this far in their first pregnancy, never got to experience all of this, and it's fun, exciting, and now she needs to register for more items.

"Sounds like we need to take another trip to Target," she declares excitedly.

Groaning as he dumps the eggs onto their plates, Robin rolls his eyes. "I think we can register online, you know, save us a trip."

Giving him her best deadpan look, she asks, "Where's the fun in that?"

Snorting, her husband shakes his head, mumbling something under his breath that she doesn't quite catch as he removes the biscuits from the oven. "Brunch is served!"

Hopping down from her stool, she walks over to Robin, attempting to grab her plate when he stops her with a gentle hand on her wrist.

She looks up at him, and god, those gorgeous blue eyes that she could get lost in are staring so deeply into her soul.

Biting her lip, she tries to push away the sudden swarm of hormones that are coursing through her body.

She grins, saucily inquiring, "Did you need something?"

Chuckling hotly, Robin leans down, murmuring, "Oh, definitely," before capturing her mouth with his.

Their lips press together, and she sucks his bottom lip into her mouth, moaning at the sensation.

Robin's lips leave hers with a wet pop, laving kisses down her neck, then back up again to her jaw and over to her ear. He nibbles just a bit, and damn him, he knows how much she loves that.

Two can play that game, though, she thinks, as she grips his hair, pulling his head back so that she can take control.

She grins wickedly as her mouth latches onto his neck, sucking on the pulse point she knows can bring him to his knees.

They spend a handful of heated moments, hands roaming and mouths competing for dominance before their brunch is long forgotten. The plates are pushed to the other set of counters, the dirty bowls left in the sink, as Robin's mouth works his magic on her skin.

Robin's hands find purchase on her waist, fingertips digging into her as he lifts her up, spinning them around so her rear lands on the kitchen counter.

She yelps in surprise, her hands gripping at his shoulders as he does so, and they both laugh before she bends down, best she can with her bump, and kisses him again.

Good thing her husband is tall enough that this is still possible despite her not being able to bend that well these days.

His hands slowly trail up and down her thighs, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. God, she wants him, has never wanted him more. "Robin," she pants as his tongue travels down her throat.

He hands end their exploring at the hem of her shirt, peeling it slowly from her body, and thank God she was still in her pajamas—little black, cotton shorts, despite it being winter (she's a furnace at night) and a thin t-shirt of his she stole years ago when they were first dating.

Her breasts now fully on display, Robin takes one pert nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around before he sucks in it, groaning into her skin. "Christ," he says as he pulls back, "I love you." He dives back in, lips returning to their previous task as his other hand cups her other breast, thumb circling her nipple to bring it to a taut peak.

Giggling, she pulls him back up to her, begging him to kiss her again.

His one hand falls to her thigh, moving ever so tauntingly on her skin, slowly working her up with the sensation of his hands on her body.

Robin pulls back from their kiss, suddenly on a mission as he tells her, "Lift up," and taps the side of her bum.

She leans back on her palms, and thank goodness they bought a house with big counter tops, and lifts her hips, giving him a little shimmy as he works her shorts and underwear down her legs.

He pulls them down, slowly, teasingly, his mouth pressing chaste kisses to her thighs and calves as he does.

Tossing the garments somewhere behind him, he works his way back up her legs, hands massaging her skin as he draws closer to where she wants him most.

She sighs out, knows her husband likes to torture her in moments like this, and just as she predicted, he skips over where she's grown wet, peppering kisses to her belly instead.

Her head falls back in irritation, and she practically whines, "Robin, please."

She looks down at him, can see that sinister little smirk of his as he acquiesces, his finger finally dipping in, crooking up in just the right way. "Christ, babe," he breathes, "you're wetter than I thought."

Her head pops back up, giving him a look as if to say Ya think? but all she can do is bite her lip to hide her smile, nodding and telling him how much she wants him.

He adds a second finger, both swirling around inside of her in the most delicious of ways. Her breath picks up, she can already feel how close she is, and, fuck, if this is how the last three months of pregnancy are going to be, she can't wait.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers, planting a kiss in the crook of her neck before nipping at her ear.

"Y-your tongue," she pleads, wiggling her hips to bring her closer to the edge of the counter top.

It's an odd angle for him, the counter is too tall if he sinks to his knees, but obviously not tall enough for him to stand, so he bends as best he can. She knows his back will hurt after this, but, well, she needs it, and needs it now. She'll make it up to him later, maybe with a nice massage.

Robin licks his lips, grinning as he removes his fingers and teases her at first, pressing kisses to her inner thighs, then blowing on those wet patches he'd just created. The sensation makes her squirm, mewling at the pleasure it's already bringing to her as goosebumps form on her skin.

Robin then moves, planting kisses all around except right to her clit, making it practically throb in anticipation.

Oh fuck, yes, yes, this is what she wanted.

His tongue flattens, licking up then back down. When he gets back to the top, he swirls his tongue around in a circular motion, doing something to her body that has her practically convulsing on the counter.

She grips the edge of it with one hand, her other grasping for his hair to pull him closer, to keep him right there for as long as possible. "R-Robin!"

His tongue works her up and up, drawing her closer to that euphoric edge. She pants and writhes beneath him, all but losing it when he adds his finger back into the mix.

His mouth sucks on her clit, and she begs him to suck harder, faster, "Yes, like that!"

His fingers are still working on her as well, the two he has inside her are curled just right, hitting her g-spot perfectly. "That good?" he asks, removing his mouth momentarily from her clit.

She looks down at him with a scowl, because why the fuck did he take his mouth off of her?

She asks as much, a bit harsher than she probably should have, but Robin just laughs, his eyebrows ticking up as he goes back in, his lips doing exactly what they were, working her up beyond oblivion. "Yes, don't stop," she begs, her hands now on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through his shirt.

She moves her hips, wanting to be closer to his mouth, and Robin's free hand reaches out quickly, steading her on the counter so she doesn't slip off.

His sucks apply the right amount of pressure, and she's so close she can feel it. His groans of pleasure vibrate against her, sending more jolts of delicious sensation through her body. She loves that he loves doing this.

It's always been a favorite activity of his ever since they were young college kids first exploring each other's bodies, and she has to say, he's learned quite a lot over the last eight years. He's perfectly skilled with his tongue, and she's thankful for a husband who is so attentive to her every need.

She pants his name, telling him, "I'm so cl-close," and she bites her lips, trying not to shout.

He's such a good lover, knows exactly what to do. He's learned all her spots through the years, all those little places inside of her that make her turn to molten lava instantaneously, and god, she loves him for it.

He doesn't try to move around in this moment, doesn't try something else, something new or different, because they both know this is working for her, they know she's right there on the edge. They can try something new another day, one when she's not about to come all over his mouth.

His tongue flicks briefly against her clit before he draws it back into his mouth, and yep, that's it, that's all it takes and she's coming, crying out his name as she pulls him closer to her core.

Her body quakes, shivering beneath him, and he gives her one last flick of his tongue before he pulls back, lavishing her thighs with sloppy kisses.

He pulls back, then, slowly removing his glistening fingers and smirks at her. Standing up, he stretches his back a bit before leaning in to kiss her fully.

Trying to catch her breath, she pants, looking at him as if he's the most precious thing in her life. "That was…" she trails off, laughing as she sees her shorts had landed on the knob to the cabinet behind him.

He follows her eyes, looking over his shoulder. The laughter that spills from him can't be helped, and she hops down from the counter with his help, giggling as he retrieves them for her.

Her t-shirt is on the counter next to where she'd been, so she slips that on, too, then winds her arms around his middle, bringing him in for another kiss.

She can taste herself on his lips, and that just stirs something inside of her that she'll have him tend to later. For now, her stomach is rumbling, the need for food finally overpowering her sex drive.

"We need to eat," she says, rubbing her bump.

Robin raises one brow, the corner of his mouth lifting as he states, "I just had the best brunch in town."

Chortling, she smacks his chest with a playful roll of her eyes, reaching for the refrigerator door. She retrieves the orange juice and asks Robin to heat their food up.

It won't be as good as it would've been when it was fresh, but the throb between her legs had been the more pressing matter at that moment.

Once their food is reheated, Robin joins her at the table, sliding her plate in front of her before pecking a quick kiss to the top of her head.

"Why, thank you, sir," she teases as he takes a bow like a waiter at a fancy restaurant.

Looking up from his position, he responds with, "Anytime, Milady," which causes her to chuckle.

They spend the best half hour enjoying their brunch, laughing and talking about the upcoming baby shower her mother has planned for their families.

With her feet piled into Robin's lap, his hands lovingly massaging the soles of her swollen feet now that he's done eating, she reaches for the jelly. Adding it to her biscuit, she eats slowly, savoring this relaxing morning and thinking to herself that this might just be the best brunch she's ever had.

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