A/N: Sorry guys for the delay in updating this.
This chapter fits Prompt N° 21: A day at the beach ends with Regina getting sun poisoning ...continuation
Robin tells Regina to lie down on the bed, on her stomach, so that he can evaluate the extent of the sunburnt. He is a doctor, after all!
As soon as she is face down, only wearing a pair of shorts, Robin slowly takes away the sheets that cover her back, and …well, this is a mistake.
He takes a look at her back, but his gaze doesn't stay there, it goes down, down until it reaches her ass. Some part of him feels like shit for taking advantage of Regina's condition to enjoy such a splendid view, but another part of him, the instinctive one, tells him there's nothing wrong in admiring a gorgeous woman, moreover when said woman is the one he loves.
His dilemma doesn't last long, though, because as soon as he sees the perfect roundness of her butt, the curve on her lower back, and the lack of straps on her back, he forgets he experienced a moral crisis seconds ago, and just appreciates the sight. He reassures himself that he's a man; she's gorgeous, he's in love with her, and it's not as if she's going to die, so there's nothing wrong to take a complete view of a beautiful woman lying down half-naked on a bed.
He sits on the bed, by her side, to have a better look at the sunburnt. Definitely another mistake. He's so close to her, and she's half naked. Oh man, this is going to be difficult!, thinks Robin as he swallows hard.
He isn't a dermatologist. It would be easier for him to help someone having a heart attack or suffering of high blood pressure, but this sun poisoning, he has no fucking idea how to treat it, and the only thing he has on hand is his common sense.
He breathes and tries to be objective. He is a doctor and is used to stressful situations, even life-threatening ones, and a sunburn won't make him lose his shit.
He presses his fingers over the red zones on her back just to see the seriousness of the situation, and even though it's not as bad as he thought in the beginning, he does realize her back is spotted with different shades of red. It seems he did such a terrible job the day before.
"Ouch! Robin, please be careful!" exclaims Regina when Robin presses for a second time his fingers on her back. "I can't believe you failed applying sunscreen. Poor Roland, how many times he'd been like this?"
"Regina, I'm sorry. Look, if it comforts, this is not that bad. It's just a common sunburn. Tomorrow, your back will be just fine. We only need to keep it hydrated with some lotion, and avoid contact with clothes, and please don't scratch… and definitely, you can't be outside today, maybe later in the afternoon when the sun goes down. I'll arrange breakfast and lunch in our cabin."
"As you say, Dr. Locksley" she turns to look at him and smiles (almost flirty? or is he reading things wrong?). She's still lying face down and with her back totally exposed to him … and she just said Doctor Locksley. Doctor fucking Locksley.
He 's a kink he's had, a doctor-patient fetish with which he fantasizes (and, oh, he's had many of these since they share a bed and sleep inches apart).
Shit. Shit. He needs to get out.
"I ...I'll go buy a lotion."
This was a bad idea; he should have focused on the one thing he needed to do right: apply the sunscreen on her back. If only he'd done that, he wouldn't have to go through this living hell.
...
Robin buys the lotion. Thank God the little souvenir shop has many products for sunburns. It seems Regina is not the first one with this problem.
He can choose among simple skin moisturizers, sprays, and the medicated lotion he thinks is the one: an after sun gel that not only cools and rehydrates the skin, but relieves burnt skin and reduces peeling. Shit. Peeling. If Regina's back peels, he's a dead man! He knows she's is going to kill him as soon as she gets out of bed.
He rushes to the cabin, the earlier he applies the product on her back, the sooner it begins healing her skin.
As soon as he arrives at their cabin and steps into the bedroom, the sight of her takes his breath away, and he is unable to move.
She had managed to close the curtains of the bed, maybe because she wasn't wearing anything on her upper torso and needed some privacy, and is sleeping peacefully. Still, even with the curtains closed, he can see her clearly through them.
She is naked from the waist up and is still on her stomach, but she has turned slightly to one side and one of her breasts is almost exposed. If she moved her arm a little, he would be able to see her nipple, but in the position, she's in, he only catches a glimpse of the rounded side of one of her breasts ...and shit, he would die to touch it, actually both of them.
He looks at her mesmerized, fantasizing about what would be like to feel her breasts in his hands, in his mouth, run his tongue over her nipples, one time and another, maybe take a little bite. He's sure Regina is the type of woman that can handle something stronger in bed, and at that thought, he begins imagining the way her breasts would bounce if he gets the chance to make love to her, with her on top of him, and …
"Robin! … Robin!" He hears someone calling him and when he reacts he sees Regina that is now seated on the bed, holding the sheets over her chest.
"What the hell, Robin! You frightened me!"
The sexual frustration he's been feeling lately is about to kill him any moment. But he has to get over it and decides to act normally as if nothing had happened.
"I found what you need, Regina. Let me spread this lotion on your back, and then in some hours, and this..." he gestures with his hands towards her back "...will be gone by tomorrow."
"Uhm …please lie down on your stomach," and as he gives her the instruction he hopes she won't answer with an okay, Dr. Locksley because he's sure he'll lose it.
Regina does what she's told, closes her eyes and Robin begins applying the lotion on her back. It's cold, he warns her, as the good doctor he is, but he touches her so softly and delicately not wanting to cause any pain, that it's soothing and a relief to her skin. Not only because of the product but because of his hands.
…...
She knows this is a mistake ...and a big one, but he's the only one that can make her feel better. And his hands on her back are doing wonderful things to her, and not only on her back but in other places.
She closes her eyes and just gets lost to his touch. She senses his hands. They are big, strong, masculine and firm when they run through her back, and she can't help but moan. It's an imperceptible mmmhhh that leaves her mouth from the back of her throat.
And that almost inaudible moan ignites the flame in him.
He stops. She turns her head to look at him, and when they gaze into each other eyes, both know what comes next. He brings her head down some inches and whispers, "Regina … I…I..." She doesn't let him continue, "Don't ... Robin. Please, don't say a word ….just do it."
He doesn't need anything more. He lowers his head until he reaches her lips, and kisses her. She immediately answers the kiss and in a fraction of a second the sunburn on her back is forgotten, and she is seated on the bed facing him, only separated by a thin sheet that covers her chest.
They kiss. Hungry, passionate kisses that for moments become more tender ones. He can't caress her back, but he takes advantage of her neck, hair, and arms. It's as if he needs to touch every part of her he didn't get to have for years.
Who would have guessed that a sunburn was the chance he needed? If he had known that, he would have done a poor job before.
To be continued...
In the next chapter Robin and Regina face their feelings and talk about what will come next.
Any thoughts?