Prompts: 198. OQ get drunk together, 69. Maybe they fuck

The nerves are back full force after she puts Henry to bed. Gone is the confidence born of indulging themselves in the library. She thinks Robin might have some nerves too, if his tapping foot and nervous chatter are any indication. It's a sharp contrast from his earlier assertiveness, something she's starting to believe was put on, a bravado to soothe her insecurities.

It's a bit of a comfort honestly, knowing that he's feeling the same way, that she's not alone in the irrational and silly nerves.

They've been married for three years, and the closest they've gotten to sex was today in the library. She has never seen him naked, he has never seen her naked, and she can't help but feel this will irrevocably change things.

Both Robin and Mal have assured her it won't, so she needs to let those worries go.

But, there's the simple fact she's never been with a man before, doesn't quite know what she's doing. Some of the mechanics must be the same, and though she's no stranger to sexual activity, would not consider herself a blushing virgin, she kind of is.

That thought is enough to have her draining her glass of wine in three large sips.

Robin follows suit, and bless him, comments on the awkwardness. "I wouldn't think this would be so odd and yet…"

She nods, "And yet."

"I don't… I won't hurt you, we can stop at any time—"

"That is not what I'm worried about." She knows Robin would never, and she needs him to know that she knows that, and that she trusts him completely.

Robin nods, "Good. Then what are you worried about, darling?"

The truth is embarrassing, but no less embarrassing than if she didn't say something and somehow harmed him with her inexperience. "I have never… and I am utterly unfamiliar with how to work male anatomy."

Robin snickers. "I don't think you'll need to worry about working it, it seems to pop up the moment you do anything stimulating. I'm the one who should be worried, I'm hard up, it's been a long time since I have… I'm not a virgin, but it's been a long time and I'm not sure I have any real skills that will, uh, make it nice for you."

"I definitely don't have any skills to make it nice for you, so there's that."

"What a pair we are," she remarks dryly after a moment, and Robin's snickering only grows.

"How long has it been?" she asks and Robin bites at his lip, not meeting her eye as he responds.

"Two years."

"Two years?"

Robin glares at her, his cheeks an adorable shade of pink as he mutters, "I said it had been a while."

He's so cute when he's grumpy, but she needs him to know she's not judging. "I'm just surprised, that's all. You are you. I would have thought that you'd have women throwing themselves at you, I've seen women throwing themselves at you."

He shrugs, "I had someone for a while, then she got married. For a while, I was a bit of a rake, but that's not what I wanted, so I just sort of stopped."

"And what do you want?"

"Something real." He's staring at his glass, purposely not looking at her. "I loved Marian, and she deserved more than being my mistress. I wasn't mad that she got married, I was engaged, now married, but I don't like her husband."

She swallows heavily and asks the only thing she can think of. "Why the hell did you agree to marry me? You could have made a life with this Marian."

He shakes his head, "My father never would have allowed that. She was a servant at our house you see, that's how I met her. I wasn't willing to give it all up for her. I did love her, but not that much. And if I wouldn't give it up for her I knew I wouldn't for anything. But I knew you, I liked you and I knew that you weren't looking for what I couldn't give. If I had been promised to say, Zelena Greene, it would have been different. I wouldn't have married someone I couldn't stand no matter the cost. And you're beautiful, I thought perhaps maybe someday we'd come to this, but I didn't count on starting to fall for my wife along the way."

Her breath catches, her mind stuck on the falling for her. It's not as if she doesn't have her own feelings, but hearing it from him hammers home that this will change everything. If she falls for him she hurts Mal, if she doesn't she hurts him, and she doesn't want to hurt either of them.

"I don't want to hurt you," she tells him, wondering if they are about to make a huge mistake.

"And I don't want to pressure you, but I thought you should know in case that changed your mind."

Regina appreciates the out, and for a moment she considers taking it, but she's already in too deep. She can't bear to see the tension in him as he waits for his advances to be scorned.

"It doesn't," she whispers and the broad smile on his face makes it all worth it.

"Good. You are one incredible woman, Regina."

She shakes her head, "No, that's you—"

"I'm a woman now, am I?" He asks and she glares at him for interrupting what would have been a sweet moment.

Still, she can't help but snicker, and comments, "If you were, I wouldn't need to worry about tonight."

"You have nothing to worry about. Men are, uh, fairly easy to please. We aren't complicated like your lot."

She raises her brows. "Complicated?"

"I did warn you my skills are lacking…"

"That you did." Regina raises her glass. "To our mutual lack of skills."

"I'll toast to that," he says, devolving into a fit of snickers, and she wonders if he's more drunk than he's let on.

"How much have you had to drink?"

"A fair bit, but not much more than you. I have my wits about me still, was just trying to calm away the nerves."

She asks teasingly, "And did it work?"

Robin grimaces, "Not particularly, the talking helped more."

"Realizing we're both a pair of innocents probably shouldn't have been so soothing, but here we are."

He raises his glass, "To low expectations."

"And to learning from our mistakes."

"Speaking of mistakes," Robin muses once they've completed their toast, "If I have much more of this, my performance will surely be lacklustre."

Regina takes a breath, "So, this is it."

He nods, "This is it." He rises from his seat at the table, extending a hand as he asks, "May I escort you to your room?"

Her room, for some reason she thought he'd choose his. While they prefer Mal's place—something about stepping out on her husband while he's at home feels wrong even with permission—she has had Mal in her room a time or two.

"You could, or you could take me to your room."

"My room it is then."

They laugh over their insecurities as they climb the stairs, keeping it light, and snickering as Robin comments that he feels like a bloody schoolboy, while she reminds him that she's the one who's never done this before.

The giggles cease at the entrance of his door though, the mood changes and her hand is shaking in his as he leads her through.

This is it, no going back now.

If Regina thought things were awkward before it was nothing compared to what happens in his room. First, their teeth clank painfully as they go to kiss, then her zipper gets stuck as Robin tries to remove her dress, which leads her to try and pull it over her head, forgetting that it doesn't like to go over her shoulders. Then when she goes to straddle him she somehow manages to knee him in a sensitive spot.

"Christ, that hurt," Robin moans, after a moment, his face still knit with pain.

"I'm so sorry," she says for the sixth time, mortified over her mistake.

"It's fine, just mind the delicates next time," he says, before pulling her in for another kiss. Her knees are now on either side of his, so that shouldn't happen, but with her luck it will. She's nervous about injuring him now, something she hadn't even considered before.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Regina asks, when the kiss breaks. "This can be the extent of the first attempt if you'd like to recover from… that."

"I think we've reached our quota of mishaps for the evening by now, and if not, then perhaps."

She thinks he ought not play with fire like that, but opts not to voice it. She carefully undoes the buttons on his shirt, her pace practically glacial, but she's too afraid to move any faster.

They separate and Robin shucks his pants himself, as she rids herself of her undergarments, opting to sit down on the edge of the bed so he can put himself in position when he's ready, eliminating any opportunity for her to hurt him again.

He stares at her for a moment, and she attempts to cover herself, feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. This is the first time he's seen her naked and she hopes she doesn't disappoint.

"No, don't. You're beautiful," he breathes, and she lets her hands fall to her sides as he sits down beside her.

Robin kisses her some more, his mouth traversing her neck as he fondles her breasts. His hands are shaky at first and a bit too rough, borderline painful so she covers his hands with hers and shows him what she likes.

It's bold and she would worry about his pride, but he's Robin and he'd asked for help. His face lights up when she breathes yeah, like that. She's starting to feel confident, like they can do this, they can make it work, so she lies down and takes him with her. It's a move she didn't think through though because he lands on top of her and they have to awkwardly shuffle up the bed. She says sorry (again), which Robin laughs off.

Once they are finally in a decent position, he smiles down at her, and it loosens some of the returning tension. He kisses her lips again, a soft peck that grows deeper as she wraps her arms around his neck, keeping them in safe places for now, though she itches to explore more of his delicious body.

Regina has seen him without a shirt before, when they took Henry to learn to swim, but never this close, never when she could admire and touch.

Her hands roam down his back, feeling him shiver under her touch and it emboldens her, has her kissing his neck, delighting in the soft moan he lets out.

It seems to embolden him too, because he's grabbing her rear, and descending on her neck, nipping firmly at the sensitive skin in a way that's so good. When she arcs up she rubs against where he's hard and he groans, making her immediately still and worry. Has she hurt him again? Things were going so well.

Robin sees the concern on her face and reassures her it was a good groan. He starts to grind down on her and she thinks this may actually be okay.

They don't have any more mishaps, but all that could go wrong won't leave her mind, and there are many more is this okay's and I'm sorry's than necessary, but they do manage to make it work.

They are both worked up and panting when Robin slips off his boxers and she sees him for the first time.

That thing is supposed to go inside her? Regina gulps as she takes him in. He's bigger than she expected, longer and thicker, though she's never seen one hard before, or on a fully grown male for that matter.

"Ready?" Robin asks, and she shakes her head.

"I, uh, need a bit more of a warm up."

He frowns and she hopes he won't make her say it. Regina is not normally shy during sex, hasn't been in years, Mal coaxed it out of her, but she's not comfortable that way with Robin yet and shyness has flooded her, halting her tongue.

She guides his hand down and he figures it out. He grazes over her clit, then slips one finger inside, then a second when she nods encouragingly.

Soon she's taking a third and even that is more than she's used to, Robin's fingers are much thicker than Mal's.

When Regina tells Robin she's ready she can see that he is just as nervous. He presses a soft kiss to her hair as he gently slides in, a little bit at a time, watching her face for signs of discomfort. It's different, but not bad different. She'll probably be sore in the morning, but this is nothing she can't handle, her body accommodating him in a way she hadn't expected. Once Robin is fully inside they both breathe a sigh of relief. It takes her a moment to get used to the feeling of something in her this deep. It's just shy of comfortable, but once he starts to move it gets better.

It's nothing like the sex she's used to, and that's not entirely Robin's fault, she's not quite in the right mood, and had rushed them to this in a chance to get it over with before some other wrong move occurred, over settling the nerves.

She shifts beneath him, until he's knocking against that spot on her front wall, and she gasps softly at how good it feels, tightening on him the next time he hits it, making him moan deeply.

"Dear god, you feel so good," he pants and she breathes you too, which seems to really do something for him, as he's thrusting in and out of her harder and faster until he lets out a strangled groan and sinks atop her.

"Sorry I—" Robin starts, but she doesn't bother to let him finish.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, except for squishing me," she tells him as she pushes him off of her.

He rolls to her side. "But you didn't—"

"I didn't expect to. We can work on that tomorrow if you'd like, but for now, I'd like to curl up right here with you and enjoy that we managed not to hurt each other."

Robin snickers, reaching for her as he asks sleepily, "Will you stay the night?"

She nods, pulling the covers up and over them. "I'd like that."

Robin is nodding off, but manages to wrap his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest before he's pulled under. She chuckles to herself, it really had been a while for him, if he's this gone after only that. Maybe it shouldn't be flattering, but she finds it to be. It's not every day she exhausts someone with pleasure, especially not after just one round.

She's not used to someone touching her while she sleeps, but he's warm and cozy and she, too, finds herself drifting off.


She wakes up in her husband's arms, both naked and he's already hard for her when he starts to stir. They take it slower, much slower, and Robin is happy to take her direction on where to kiss, where to touch, where to rub, when to slow down and speed up. They end up on their sides, face to face, a lazy rhythm, that feels so good she wants to stay in it forever. When he finishes it with his lips on hers, their hands wrapped around each other, bodies as close as they can be. She thinks that will be the end of it, but this time he doesn't fall asleep, instead he asks her to show him what she likes, and her cheeks heat as she does as asked, touching herself as her husband watches intently, closing her eyes when the pleasure overtakes her.

It's not long after she heads down for a late breakfast, humming to herself as she enters the dining room. Henry will have already eaten and started his lessons, so it's just her for now, until Robin joins her. She rings the bell for her maid, Ashley, turns around and nearly has a heart attack at the sight of Mal in one of the chairs.

"Gosh, you scared me," Regina remarks, and all Mal does is laugh.

"I was beginning to worry I was invisible."

Regina doesn't bother dignifying that with a response, instead remarks, "You're here early," before turning to Ashley, who slipped in silently, to ask her for tea and breakfast. Tea gets poured right then and there, with breakfast promised shortly.

"Yes, well," Mal says, continuing on the conversation once Ashley is out of earshot. "I wanted to hear all about the sex."

Regina sets her teacup down without sipping it, distracted by Mal's question. She shouldn't be surprised Mal asked, and she isn't exactly, it's just the blasé way Mal asked that has thrown Regina off.

"There was sex, wasn't there?" Mal prods, and Regina nods before lifting her cup again.

After Regina has sipped, she answers, "There was, though I wasn't expecting an interrogation before I'd even had my tea."

"Well, now you've started your tea so do go on."

Regina shoots a glare at Mal. "Sometimes I wonder how you ever survived in high society."

Mal laughs, "I can play the part when necessary, but where's the fun in that?"

"Sometimes a little propriety can be good."

Mal stares her down for a moment before remarking, "So, it was that bad then?"

"What? No. Mal," Regina hisses as she hears Robin on the stairs. "Now is not the time for this."

"Is that Robin I hear? It sounds like the ideal time to me."

Regina shakes her head. "I doubt my husband would be happy to hear us gossiping about this."

"Pssh, he's Robin."

Mal is clearly not going to give up on this, and given everything Regina does feel like she owes it to Mal to tell her anything she wants to know about it, but over breakfast in her home where anyone could overhear is not the ideal location.

Perhaps if she speeds through it she can manage to satisfy Mal's curiosity without scandalizing anyone else in the process.

"It was… nice, okay?"

Mal arches a brow. "Just nice?"

Regina sighs. "It was a bit awkward, it was our first time, after all, my first time ever. We were both nervous. It could have been worse…"

"What a glowing endorsement."

Regina glares at Mal. "I just mean we need some practice, to get comfortable with each other. This morning was better."

Robin enters the room at that moment, greeting her with a, "Good morning, love," and she flushes.

"You are awfully chipper this morning," Mal observes with a smirk and Regina could just about die.

Robin chuckles, "I had the best… sleep I've had in a long time."

"I heard it wasn't that great—"

Regina hisses, "Mal!"

Robin shrugs, "I don't pretend to be a master, I just need some practice is all."

Mal smiles, "If you'd like a practical instruction, I'd be happy to assist you."

Regina chokes on her tea, and Robin's eyes go wide. He looks over at her and she understands the silent question, is Mal joking?

After she clears her lungs Regina remarks, "Very funny, Mal. Now can we please change the subject to something more appropriate for breakfast? I beg of you."

Mal sighs, a curious expression crossing her face before she relents and asks Robin how his Das Kapital read is going. From the look on his face, he'd rather be discussing the sex after all. Regina snickers as he tries to redirect the conversation, grateful that her husband and her lover can sit in the same room and joke like this without issue.