Author's Notes:
Special Thanks to ale_nena for contributing lots of cool ideas and the beautiful cover art that can be found on Twitter at ale_nena.
Setting: Misthaven non-magical modern AU. The society and political system will be based on a combination of modern countries, with a probable bias toward the American system as I am an American. However, all characters are fictional and resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidence.
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Regina's lips fell open as she held onto Robin's head. His mouth nipped at her breasts biting down hard enough to leave marks.
She gasped, digging her nails into his scalp as his lips closed over her nipple, teasing it to a hard point. With a groan, he shook his head out of her grip.
As he sat up, she huffed in frustration, laying back against the wooden planks. She caught her breath, looking up at him through lidded eyes.
"Gods, look at you," he growled, lifting her hips to position himself between them, "You love this."
"Oh, yes!" she moaned, gripping his shoulders…
Before they could go any further, though, a chiming alarm pulled her back to a grudging consciousness.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, she slapped the alarm clock into silence. As she lay back down she still felt as worked up as she had in her dream, arousal burning between her legs.
She squeezed her eyes shut as her fingers found their way under the hem of her nightgown. Her fingers slid easily through her folds as she used her own arousal to stroke her clitoris.
She recalled how, in her dream, he'd wrapped legs around his waist.
Gasping for breath, she reached down with her other hand, shoving two fingers inside herself. Biting down on her lip, she cried out deep in her throat as she came hard, wishing that, instead of in a fancy hotel room overseas, she actually were on the dock in Sherwood clinging to Robin's sweat slicked skin as water lapped beneath them and the sun beat down on their bodies.
Oversensitized from her orgasm, she winced as she withdrew her fingers from herself. Laying back, she caught her breath and let herself drift on the edge of sleep.
The pleasant afterglow was interrupted, however, when the bedside phone suddenly rang.
Swearing, she pushed herself up and carefully picked up the receiver, "Hello?"
"Regina," her mother's said, "I wanted to make sure you were prepared for today."
"For today?" she repeated.
"This is Arendelle fashion week, Regina!" Cora scolded, "We aren't just going to a fashion show for fun! We have a lot of money invested in textiles and how well they do could significantly impact our returns!"
"Yes, Mother, I know that," she answered.
"So what are you wearing?" Cora asked.
"What am I wearing?"
"Yes! What are you wearing? It'll be very important!"
"Why?" she asked, "I'm not going to be on the runway."
"Oh by the Gods', you cannot be this naive at your age!" her mother said in disgust, "In this industry appearances are everything! If we want profitable companies to continue to partner with us we have to be fashion forward. How are they going to trust that customers in Misthaven will buy their products their partners look frumpy!"
"So sweatpants are out then?" she asked dryly.
"Don't get smart with me, Regina," Cora hissed, "Just make sure you wear something appropriate and chic."
Regina sighed, "Yes, Mother."
She returned the receiver to the cradle and took a moment to compose herself before tossing back the covers to go take a shower and get the day started.
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When she met her mother downstairs in the dining room, she was pleased that Cora actually approved of the outfit she'd chosen.
That didn't, however, stop her from reminding Regina to eat sparingly so that she wouldn't look bloated.
By the time she settled down at the table with a cup of coffee and a slice of dry toast, she was relieved when the concierge came over to tell her mother that she had an urgent message at the front desk.
After Cora left, she made up her coffee and spread extra butter on her toast just out of spite.
Cora returned just as she was finishing up the last bite, and Regina could see even from across the room that she had a very sour expression on her face.
Swallowing the last bite of her breakfast, Regina looked up expectantly as she sat back down, "What's wrong?"
Tossing her napkin into her lap angrily, Cora said, "Your father has sent extra security!"
"What?" Regina asked.
"Apparently he felt nervous about the local contractors we hired, so he sent over Drake and Razoul!" her mother groused, "What a fool! Sending our head of security away from the estate so that everything back home can fall apart!"
"Well, Mother, he probably wants Drake here because we're in a different country and we just had that bomb threat while he and I were in wine country a few weeks ago."
Cora sighed heavily, "You mean the one he insisted was simply a teenage prankster? Last week he was convinced I was overreacting and now he's trying to convince me we're in constant danger. The man cannot make up his mind!"
Regina didn't comment.
Drinking a sip of her coffee Cora went on, "Or rather he can, he just chooses to disagree with whatever I say on the matter!"
It was by a small miracle that Regina managed to not spit her own coffee across the table, "Mother, I'm sure he's just worried about us."
"Yes, and you always take his side," Cora muttered.
Pursing her lips, Regina lowered her cup, "Shouldn't we be going soon? I'm sure we don't want to be late for the show."
"Oh," she glanced at her watch, "Yes, you're quite right. Especially since, thanks to your father, we have to arrange transportation for two more people!"
Regina sighed, finishing off her coffee before standing from the table.
As they arranged cars to drive over to the fashion district, she grumbled to herself about the fact that her mother had tapped her to go on this trip. Since her mother hired a new assistant their duties had mostly been separate, but they did still both work on the family's investments, which did indeed include a lot of textile companies. Additionally, Belle had come down with a nasty case of bronchitis and was too sick to travel, so Cora insisted she accompany her to fashion week.
She did have to admit it made sense, Arendelle fashion week was the biggest industry event of the year and they often could make some very lucrative connections at the events surrounding it.
As the car pulled up to the square, Drake spoke to them from the front of the limo, "There's going to be a big crowd at this show, so I'll walk in behind both you. Razoul will take point, and Franz and Hendrick will cover the exits."
"Very well," Cora said, "Regina, are you ready?"
"Yes," she nodded, mentally preparing herself.
The first show of the day had been set up in a tent in the middle of the square. It had several rooms and a genuine red carpet set up along the entryway. As they got out cameras clicked from paparazzi wanting to get any snap of someone famous, and Cora's presence guaranteed their interest.
Standing up tall, the two women walked side-by-side through the crowd of fashion reporters, designers, and investors making their way inside.
The tent was lit up with green and gold lights, and muted techno music played in the background.
Cora scanned the room, a smile lighting up her face as she walked across the room, "Well, Mr. Westergaard. How lovely to see you!"
"You as well Mrs. Mills," Hans Westergaard greeted, kissing both her cheeks, "But, please, call me Hans. Mr. Westergaard was my father!"
Westergaard was a majority shareholder and executive of L'amour Fou, one of the companies they partnered with.
"Yes," Cora nodded, "I'm was so sorry to hear about his passing."
"Thank you," the red haired man said neutrally, "I appreciate that."
"I have heard that you're doing an excellent job with his company," she went on, "In fact, in just a year you've turned it into a veritable empire!"
"You flatter me, Ma'am," he sad as he turned his attention to Regina, "And I see your lovely daughter has accompanied you to the show?"
"Yes indeed," Cora smiled again, "Regina handles a lot of our investments and she's doing an excellent job of it!"
"I have no doubt," Hans commented, openly leering at her as he took Regina's hand and pressed his lips to the back, "Regina, good to see you again."
She forced a smile, "You as well, Hans."
He lowered her hand but held a tight grip on it as he said, "Perhaps I can escort you ladies to your seats?"
Before Regina could answer, Cora jumped in, "Thank you very much, Hans."
She slipped her arm into his other as he led Regina along by the grip he still had on her hand. He walked them through the rows of tightly packed white chairs to the front row where he pulled one out for each of them sit down.
"Oh," her mother commented, "What a gentleman."
As she did so, however, Regina felt Hans slide his fingers down the back of her arm. She shivered as he did so, which he didn't fail to notice as he winked at her while her mother's head was turned.
Clearing her throat, Regina said, "Yes, he is. Oh! Would you mind getting us some of those wonderful mimosas, Hans?"
She grinned to herself as his plastered on another fake smile, "Of course."
As he left, Cora shot her a disapproving glare, "It's a bit early for alcohol isn't it, Regina?"
"Not with him around," she grumbled.
"Whatever do you mean?" she asked, "Hans is a perfectly pleasant young man."
"He's anything but pleasant!"
"What are you talking about?"
"He's a lecherous, sycophant."
"Oh, Regina! Honestly, I don't know where you learned to be so cynical," She looked at her skeptically, but Cora went on, "Although if you're thinking he's interested in you...well that'd be fantastic! He'd be a perfect match for you. He was named one of the most eligible bachelors world-wide."
"Oh, well if a magazine says he's wonderful!" she scoffed.
"Didn't the two of you have a relationship during his semester in Misthaven at university?"
"No, Mother, we did not-"
"Well this is the perfect opportunity to rekindle things!" Cora interrupted, "This time don't screw it up!"
Before she could respond Hans returned with their drinks, "Here we are, ladies."
"Thank you so much," Cora purred, "Oh here, I'll move over so you and my daughter can sit together."
"Excellent," he said, sliding easily into Cora's vacated chair. Luckily, before he could speak further the lights dropped and MC walked onto the runway to announce the beginning of the shows.
As the first of the models started walking out, Regina was glad for the darkness hiding her eye roll as Hans' hand slid onto her thigh.
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The morning shows lasted three long hours, during which Hans tried his best to grope her through her leather pants. Undeterred no matter how many times she smacked his hands away.
When they finally broke for the luncheon in another part of the tent, she was more than ready to escape.
Of course, she wasn't offered any such respite, as Hans offered to escort them and Cora agreed before could get a word in edgewise.
"So what did you think of L'Amour Fou's new line?" he asked as they were served their salads, "Worth your investment, I hope?"
"It was lovely, Hans," Cora assured him, "You obviously have as keen a sense of business and style as your father."
"Well I like to think so," the younger man preened, straightening his blazer.
Fighting the urge to gag, Regina picked up her fork to start on her meal.
"I am hoping you'll accompany me to the Queen's cocktail party tonight?" Hans asked as she ate her first mouthful.
"Oh, that's very kind of you but I have some work I need to do tonight. With the time difference this was the only time I could arrange a conference call back home," Cora demurred, "You and Regina should go without me!"
"Pardon?" Regina asked.
"You don't mind escorting my daughter, do you?"
"It'd be my pleasure," Hans beamed.
Setting down her fork, Regina glared, "Mother, I don't think I brought any dresses suitable for a royal reception."
"Oh well, we can stop by the main office!" Hans suggested, "We're working on our new evening wear collection and I'm sure we can find something for you."
"What an excellent suggestion," Cora said.
"Ah...wouldn't that mean missing the afternoon shows?" Regina said in dismay.
"Oh, I'll stay for them," she answered, as she waved Drake over, "Could we arrange for security to accompany my daughter over to Mr. Westergaard's office? She'll be accompanying him to the Queen's cocktail reception tonight and needs to find a gown for the occasion."
"Well, the office shouldn't be a problem but coordinating security around a royal event…"
"Oh nonsense!" Cora protested, "I'm quite certain the Queen has more security than we do. I'm sure Regina will be perfectly safe at the palace!"
He frowned, but grudgingly agreed.
"Mother, are you sure a last minute change of plans is a good idea?"
"Of course," her mother insisted, "Now go on! You don't have much time to prepare. You should get going as soon as possible."
"You're quite right, Mrs. Mills," Hans stood from the table, offering Regina his hand.
Forcing down an angry sigh, she lifted her napkin from her lap and stood from the table.
With Razoul following behind, she quickly found herself ushered out to the front curb and in the back of Hans' limo.
As they drove away from the square his knuckles brushed against her knee again, but he, surprisingly, otherwise kept his hands to himself for the rest of the drive.
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After several hours spent with designers from L'amour Fou's headquarters, Regina found herself returning to the limo in a midnight blue sheath dress that, she had to admit, was quite flattering. The effect was spoiled a little, though, when she saw that Hans' suit and tie were the same color, making them look painfully matchy.
He seemed pleased when he saw her, but didn't say anything as he helped her back into the limo and settled down next to her.
They passed the ride to the palace in silence, and, after a footman opened the door for them, he wrapped her hand around his arm as he escorted her up the steps.
"When we meet the queen curtsy when I prompt you," he instructed, "Call her 'Your Majesty' once then 'Ma'am' after."
"Alright," she nodded.
"This is very important!" he insisted as they walked through the doors.
"Understood," she answered equally insistently.
They moved along through the receiving line at a sedate pace as Hans looked around nervously, sending fake smiles to certain people.
"Are you alright? You seem tense," she commented.
"Meeting the Queen is something to be taken seriously!"
"You invited me to this event, Hans," Regina reminded him, "If you don't want me here-"
"I didn't say that," he corrected, "I'm simply trying to help."
"Help?"
"There's certain things you couldn't possibly understand as a Misthavender."
"Really?" she asked, voice hard.
"I understand your society has abandoned it, but tradition still means something in Arendelle," he said haughtily.
"I guess I should appreciate your attempts to educate me then?" she asked.
Before he could answer, though, the receiving line moved on and they found themselves standing before Queen Elsa. The young woman looked stunning in her white gown and elegant braided hair.
"Your Majesty," Hans bowed deeply, all but yanking Regina down with him into a curtsey.
"Mr. Westergaard," the queen greeted.
"This is-" he began.
"Of course!" Queen Elsa interrupted, "Miss Mills, how lovely to see you again. I believe we haven't seen each other since we were children?"
"It has been a long time," Regina agreed.
"Yes, I remember it was during your grandfather's last visit," Elsa said, "I'm so sorry about his passing."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," she said, "I was very young when it happened, but I think I recall your parents sending a very nice note of condolence."
The blonde queen smiled in a way that didn't quite reach her eyes, "I'm very glad. Please, enjoy your stay in Arendelle."
"Thank you, Ma'am," Regina nodded, walking alongside Hans as the line moved along.
"You didn't mention you'd met the Queen before," he whispered to her.
"I don't believe you asked," she answered simply.
He chuckled, "You are quite a wicked thing aren't you, Regina?"
She turned to him, "Excuse me?"
"I have to say, I'm glad we ran into each other again," the redhead said, stroking his thumb over her knuckles, "You surprise me even."
"I'm...not quite sure what to say," she answered honestly.
"I simply mean that you're an amazing woman," he explained, "You're beautiful and cultured...it's very rare to find, especially in a woman from Misthaven!"
"Is that supposed to be flattering?" she asked.
He laughed as well, taking two glasses from the tray as a waiter passed, "Come on, Regina, don't be coy. You know that there was something between us back at university."
"I'm sorry?" Regina asked, absently accepting one of the glasses, "Hans, there was never anything between us at university."
"No," he agreed, "Because I was only there for a semester. We never got the chance."
"Hans," she turned to him, "I think you have the wrong impression about us."
He sipped his champagne, smiling indulgently at her, "Yes, I understand."
"You do?"
"It's rather charming to see a woman who still cares about seeming too eager," he said.
"You're joking, right?"
He laughed, "Don't worry. I don't mind working for it."
With that he turned to greet someone in the crowd, while Regina gritted her teeth and took a sip of her champagne.
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Her head was swimming slightly by the time Hans' limo pulled up outside her hotel. Through the window she could see Drake standing at the front entrance waiting for her.
"Thank you for lovely evening, Hans," she said to her companion, "I'll be sure to send this dress back to you by messenger tomorrow."
"Oh, no need," he brushed it off, "Consider it a gift."
"I couldn't possibly do that," Regina argued, "Your designers are still working on it."
Before he could answer, she pulled the door open and stepped out just as the car was easing to a stop.
"Goodnight, Hans," she told him as she climbed out.
Drake was by her side immediately and she was very relieved for it.
"Goodnight to you, Regina," Hans said smoothly as Drake gently shut the limo door, waved off his driver, and walked her inside.
The security chief led her around to the elevator, and the two waited until they could get a clear one to themselves.
"Did you have a pleasant evening, Miss Mills?" he asked when the doors slid closed.
"It was fine," she answered neutrally.
"Well…" he cleared his throat, "...your mother asked to speak to you before you retire."
Turning to him in surprise, she agreed, "Alright."
Cora was sitting on the sofa in the sitting room area of her suite when Regina walked in.
"Ah, there you are," she said, lowering her glasses.
"Mother, what's going on?"
"In a moment," she instructed, "First, how was the party?"
"It was...fine," she said again.
"Fine?" Cora asked, "Meeting the Queen was simply 'fine'?"
"It went very well, Mother," she clarified, "Queen Elsa even remembered the last time we met as children."
"I see," Cora sat back, looking pleased, "Well that is good to hear...and that gown is very nice."
"Thanks," Regina said ruefully.
"Something wrong?"
"Oh nothing, just that Hans really was laying it on thick. Telling me to keep it as a gift and...oh, it's not important."
"I see," Cora frowned, "You didn't insult him I hope."
"He didn't make it easy, but I tried not to."
She sighed, "Regina, honestly! I do not understand what is wrong with you! Why do you insist on alienating every suitable young man you meet?"
"Did you ask me here to discuss my love life, Mother?" she grumbled.
"No, actually, I asked you here to inform you that I spoke with your father and it turns out the police caught the person who made the bomb threat at the vineyard."
"They did?"
"Yes," she said unhappily, "From what they say it was a college student playing a prank."
"I see, well that's good news isn't it?" Regina commented, "That means we're probably perfectly safe."
"Yes, but try telling your father that," Cora complained.
Taking a deep breath, Regina asked, "Was there anything else, Mother? I'm very tired."
"Fine, you may go. Be sure you don't sleep too late tomorrow," she instructed, "Our flight leaves at 9 AM."
"Yes, Mother," she said as she turned to head over to her own room.
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Her alarm clock woke her from a dreamless sleep the next morning. Rolling over onto her stomach, she took a moment before getting up to shower.
The marble shower, though pretty, was cold in the frigid Arendelle mornings so she cranked the water up as hot as she could stand it.
After finishing her shower, she got dressed and went down to the dining room where she joined her mother at the same table she'd sat the day before.
"Good morning," she greeted, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Good morning, Regina. I trust you're packed for our flight?"
"Mostly," she answered, "I'll finish the last of it after breakfast."
"Very good," Cora nodded, turning her attention to some paperwork she had spread out before her.
"Excuse me? Miss Mills?"
Regina looked up to see the concierge standing at her shoulder, "Yes?"
"The messenger you requested this morning…"
"Oh yes," she nodded, "You did send the dress over to the address I gave you?"
"Yes," the concierge nodded, "And they sent back this for you."
With that he handed her a silver box with a black ribbon wrapped around it.
"Ah...thank you," she accepted the box.
"What is that?" Cora asked.
"I don't know," she answered as she untied the ribbon. Setting it aside, she lifted the lid off the box. There was a small piece of paper inside sitting on top of several layers of tissue paper.
A little something from our new collection.
- Hans
Passing the card over to her mother, she pulled back the layers of tissue paper and found that laying between them was a fly-away babydoll in a rather heinous shade of fuschia.
"Oh...by the Gods!" she exclaimed.
"What?" Cora asked.
She showed her the box's contents.
"Oh, that's nice," Cora felt the material, "It feels like silk."
"What?" Regina asked.
"Well, the color is a bit showy but it seems like a kind gesture. Why are you upset?"
"Are you kidding me?" she asked, "Mother! A man I barely know is sending me lingerie!"
"He owns a lingerie company that we partner with," Cora brushed her off, "I'm sure his intentions are entirely innocent."
"You do not believe that!" Regina challenged.
"Alright, fine, I don't, but what's the problem?"
"Mother, you cannot be serious?"
"As you love reminding me, Regina, you're a grown woman," she pointed out, "You must have been sending him some sort of signals-"
"I was not!" she snapped, "Gods...I can't even believe you're trying to pin this on me!"
"Well, if you aren't interested, he clearly has the wrong idea," her mother shrugged.
"Yeah, well, I'll make it clear!"
"How?"
"By sending this thing back!"
"Regina, you'll do no such thing!" Cora snapped.
"What?"
"You already insulted Hans enough by refusing when he offered you the dress from last night," she scolded, "You will not refuse another gift."
"Mother!"
"He's still our business partner."
"I cannot believe you," Regina grumbled, "If any other man gave me a present like this you'd be outraged!"
"What other man?" Cora asked.
"What?"
"What other man would give you a gift like this?"
Taking a deep breath, Regina slowly counted to ten. Finally, she opened her eyes and said, "Thank you for proving my point. I'm going to go finish packing."
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The drive to the airport and then the flight back to Misthaven was, thankfully, uneventful. They both managed to sleep on the plane, arriving the next morning Costal Time.
As Drake and Razoul were loading their luggage onto a cart at baggage claim, Regina was startled to see both her father and Robin making their way through the crowds. At first, she wasn't sure of what she was seeing, but it was confirmed when Cora said from beside her, "What is going on here?!"
Glancing over, Drake answered, "I'm not sure, Ma'am."
Frowning, Cora marched over to Henry.
"Cora, I'm so glad you're back-"
"What's going on?" she cut him off.
"I just wanted to make sure you got in safely," Henry said.
"Why wouldn't we be safe?!" she demanded.
"Well, after what happened…"
"You said the police told you it was just a prankster!"
"Yes, they did," he nodded, "But with all the threats we've been getting-"
"Henry!" she hissed, "I do not wish to discuss this in public."
"I don't either-"
"Then let's go!" Cora complained.
Her father frowned as Cora walked away.
"It's good to see you, Daddy," Regina told him, stepping forward to give him a hug.
"Excuse me!" Cora interrupted, "I thought you wanted to get home?"
"Yes, Dear," Henry sighed, falling into step next to her.
Regina walked behind her parents along with the three security guards. As the crossed the parking lot, she and Robin sent each other furtive glances, though they had to be careful no one noticed them.
Finally, Robin was forced to break eye contact as he got into the driver's side.
Regina slid into the limo after he parents, Drake climbing in after her as Razoul got into the front passenger's seat.
Cora waited until they left airport parking before turning to her husband angrily, "You brought the limo?! Honestly, Henry, what is this about?"
He blinked at her in confusion.
"A few weeks ago you were acting like I was overreacting so badly, and now you're butting into everything as if I don't take it seriously enough!" she yelled, "Are you trying to make me look foolish or are you just determined to be contrary?"
"No, Cora, absolutely not!" he defended, "I just want to make sure you and the girls are safe! I also sent extra security to the Federal District to protect Zelena!"
"I'm sure you did!" she grumbled.
"Cora, why are you so angry?"
Regina closed her eyes, feeling a headache beginning to brew behind them.
"I've told you already, but, as usual, you refuse to listen-"
"Stop!" Regina yelled.
Three heads swiveled to her.
"Regina, this does not concern you!" Cora said, giving her a hard look.
"I wasn't talking to you," she shot back, "Locksley, stop!"
Glancing at her in the rearview mirror, Robin asked, "Um...what?"
"Stop, I need to get out!"
"What do you think you're doing?" her mother demanded.
"I cannot take this anymore!" she answered, leaning over Drake to open the door.
"Regina-" Henry said gently.
"No!" she cut him off as well, "I don't want to fight, I don't want to hear you fight, I'm sick of all of it!"
With that she climbed out the door, yanked open the front passengers side and ordered, "Razoul, switch with me."
He hesitated, looking back at Drake.
"Now!"
Gritting his teeth, he answered, "Yes, Miss Mills."
As Razoul slid into the backseat Regina plopped down in the front.
"Go ahead, drive," she said tiredly as she pressed the button to close the privacy screen.
Robin waited a moment before wordlessly starting the car back up and easing back onto the road.
Regina let out an exasperated breath as the privacy screen thumped closed. She could still hear her mother's indignant shouts about her actions, and her father trying to talk her out of cranking the screen back down, but at least it was somewhat muffled.
Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, Robin held the wheel with his left hand and reached over to brush the edge of her thigh lightly with his knuckle.
She looked over, meeting his eyes. He quirked his lips, questioning her silently.
Regina smiled back, reaching down to entwine her fingers with his.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
She sighed, "Yeah, I'm fine. You know what this family is like by now. It's always something."
He glanced over at her, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles, "Your dad's really worried about you."
"I know that," she answered, "He's just doing what he thinks is right, but try explaining that to my mother!"
He quirked his lips again, "You are okay, though?"
She turned to look at him, studying his face intently. He appeared to be watching the road, but she could see the tension at the corners of his eyes. He'd been worried about her too.
Regina felt a smile playing at her lips at the realization. Glancing back at the closed privacy screen, Regina shifted her body toward his, extracting her hand from his and moving it over to his thigh.
"I missed you," she whispered quietly.
He glanced over at her, "Yeah?"
"Yes," she teased, kneading his thigh gently. He chuckled, glancing down at where her hand rested on him.
"You seem tense," she observed, leaning over toward him, "Did you miss me too?"
"Of course, I did," he answered.
"Hmm," she hummed, sliding her hand down his inner thigh to cup his balls.
He jumped, "Gods! Regina!"
She bit her lip against a laugh, massaging him through his pants.
"You...your parents are right in the back!" he hissed.
"Well you'd better stay quiet then," she teased, using her other hand to undo her seatbelt and scoot over next to him on the seat.
Leaning over, she nipped at his neck near the edge of his beard. Moving her hand up, she undid the button at the top of his waistband.
"Are you mad?" he shifted as she quickly lowered the zipper and reached into his pants, "We can't do this now!"
"Shh," she said, adding with another nip, "Better drive carefully, Locksley, my parents are in the back."
He glanced over at her, glaring gently, "You are an evil woman."
She smiled, planting a quick kiss on his lips before he had to turn his attention back to the road, "So you say, but it feels like not all of you agrees."
He sighed, "Yeah, well, I can't help that, but you really need to stop."
"I don't want to," she teased, taking him out of his boxer-briefs, "I had a difficult few days during this trip and I want to take my mind off it."
His breath caught in his throat as she continued to stroke him to hardness, "Well, I'm sorry about that but you know this is a bad idea."
Nipping at his ear, she ignored the reproach, whispering sensuously, "I had a really interesting dream the other day."
"Uh huh," he answered, eyes fluttering as she stroked her thumb over the head of his cock, "Wait, what?"
She smiled against his skin, gripping him firmly and stroking up and down, "It was about our trip to Sherwood, remember?"
"Yeah."
"It was a nice dream," she purred into his ear.
She could hear him breathing heavily as he drove along.
"But then I woke up all alone…" she swiped her thumb over his cockhead, spreading the moisture gathered there.
He moaned, eyes flying open as the limo began drifting across the middle lane. Quickly he gripped the steering wheel, straightening the car back out.
"Watch the road," she reproached gently, not slowing down the pace of her hand.
He let out a breath, "Regina, really this is-"
She cut him off with a hard bite to his earlobe, which she smoothed with her tongue, whispering, "Don't fight it"
"Regina," he repeated, hands tightening on the steering wheel. Ahead of them the traffic light at the intersection switched from green to red. She glanced at him, but was relieved to see him easing up on the accelerator and slowly bringing the car to a stop.
Grinning to herself, she kissed his neck again, continuing to work her hand on him, noting the pressure and touches that caused him to gasp and tense up.
"Better hurry. We'll be home soon."
"Yes," he said, though she suspected he wasn't actually agreeing with her comment...or that he'd even heard it.
"Regina!" he gasped, "I need-"
He cut himself off, bringing the car to a stop at the next red light.
She smiled,"What do you need, baby?"
"I'm gonna...glove box...quickly!"
Catching his meaning, she flung open the glove box and grabbed a paper napkin from the pile inside. Nudging it closed with her shin, she leaned back over into him, gripping him tightly. Purring against his ear, she nipped and licked behind it, stroking him hard, urging him to let go.
Bearing against the steering wheel, Robin moaned in his throat as his release splashed down her hand. Gently easing him through it, she used the napkin to clean up the mess he'd made, opening her purse to dig out a plastic bag from the water she'd bought at the airport. After, disposing of the napkin, a horn echoed from behind the car.
She looked up, noticing that the light had turned green. Swearing Robin, pulled the car forward, shifting awkwardly as he attempted to straighten his clothes.
Chucking, she leaned back over to him and prompted, "Let me."
He hesitated for a moment, but relaxed, driving along steadily, as she tucked him back into his underpants and zipped his trousers up.
With a sigh, she sat back into her seat, digging a bottle of hand sanitizer out of her purse.
"You should put on your seatbelt," he said as he caught his breath.
Rolling her eyes, Regina pulled her seatbelt over to fasten it, "Should I be insulted that's what's on your mind after what I just did for you?"
"Insulted that I want to make sure you're safe?" he pointed out.
She sighed, "You're really irritating when you're so logical."
He laughed at that.
Sitting back, she relaxed as he turned the limo up to the gate at the estate's entrance and keyed the code into the pad.
As the gate lumbered open, Regina turned to him and said, "You know you owe me now, Locksley."
"Oh yes?" he teased.
"Yes, so you'd better come to my room tonight."
With a smile, he answered, "Yes, Your Majesty."