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Warning: Regina is telling Robin part of her story. Just skip over the two longer paragraphs when she starts if you don't want to read it.

Chapter 5

"No. Please don't."

He let his hand fall away from the light switch, and walked slowly over towards her, hesitating only a moment before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest.

She put her hands on his immediately, leaning her head against his shoulder as she whispered, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He looked out over the skyline in front of them and could only agree. Before she came into his life he hadn't found the time to admire the beauty of his city very often, but since then she had opened his eyes once again to all the good things this city had to offer.

Tilting his head, his lips brushed over her forehead, and he closed his eyes for a second. The last months had been the best of his life, and only because of the woman he was holding in his arms right now.

Showing her all the beautiful things Las Vegas had to offer, seeing her joy and enthusiasm, made him enjoy it even more because she loved it.

He didn't know when exactly he had fallen in love with her. Maybe already when his eyes fell on her for the first time, maybe when she broke down in his bathroom, maybe when they were playing laser tag, or maybe when he brought her down to the kitchen and cooked dinner for her.

But kissing her on the hood of his car was the first time he had allowed himself to admit it.

He had seen her fear, had seen all the small signs that a man had abused her. The way she flinched away from his touch at the beginning, even if he just put his hand on the small of her back when they were walking into a restaurant, a telltale sign. He had seen it before, and recognized it immediately.

He was putting a lid on the fury that tried to overwhelm him every time he saw the fear flicker over her eyes. He wanted to force her to tell her the names of the people who had hurt her. He'd met her only a few months ago but he already wanted to make those people pay.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as she drew him to the chaise lounge that was facing the windows and pushed him down before she sat down between his legs and leaned her head back against his chest, her fingers smoothing over his as they stared out over the skyline.

He carried her to the bed later, and she opened her eyes sleepily, gripping his hand and pulling him down beside her.

"Stay."

And he did. Drawing her into his arms and feeling his heart slam against his rib cage when she snuggled into his body and sighed softly, her body relaxing against him when she slipped back into sleep.

-/-

"Robin?"

"Yes?"

"I need to tell you something."

"Okay."

He knew from the frightened expression on her face that she would tell him what had happened to her, and he braced himself inwardly, knowing she would tell him something horrible. It wasn't that he thought he would feel disgusted. He knew he would feel the urge to hunt down the perpetrators, and beat them until his fury would cease. But he forced himself to relax back into the chair, not showing her any of his inner turmoil.

"I ... I was a prostitute." She paused for a moment, obviously waiting for him to recoil from her in disgust, but he didn't. All he could feel was anger that she had to sell her body, and sorrow that he didn't find her sooner so that he could have spared her those experiences. Her dark eyes were glued to his, and he shot her a soft smile and a quick nod, telling her silently to continue, and she inhaled a deep breath and averted her gaze, obviously not able to look at him while telling him the rest of the story. "It was good money, especially when you let your clients get a little kinky. I didn't mind it so much. They used my body for their pleasure, and I could distance myself from that. But one day one of my clients took it further and ... " she trailed off, her hands were closed to tight fists, her knuckles stark white. He didn't know if he should touch her, but he couldn't keep himself from reaching out to her and smoothing his fingers over her hands. He was a little surprised when she didn't pull them away from him, but uncurled her fingers and gripped his hand tightly, as if she needed the physical contact to give her the courage to continue. "It was bad. Really bad. He ... he ..."

"You don't have to tell me."

"But I need you to know," she said firmly, her knuckles turning even whiter as she clutched his hand tighter. "It hurt, Robin. The pain was excruciating as he rammed his cock into my ass without preparing me, and he enjoyed hearing me scream. He really enjoyed it, and then he forced me to take him into my mouth to finish him off while he had shoved a vibrator into me and an adjustable plug into my ass. My whole body was on fire and I feared I would choke to death if I needed to retch while he was plunging his cock into my mouth. I've never been more terrified or felt more used than in this moment."

The anger he felt was almost bubbling over, and he needed to gather all his strength to not jump up and seek out the man who had hurt her. In his rage he would probably kill him, and he deserved to die for what he had done to this beautiful woman in front of him.

He stood up slowly and walked around the table, kneeling down in front of her. Her eyes were huge, the past terrors dulling the brightness of her eyes, and he squeezed her hand gently, asking softly, "Can I take you in my arms?"

He could see the tears shimmering in her eyes when she just nodded, and he pulled her gently up from the chair and sat down on it, drawing her onto his lap. She lifted her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees, burying her face into her thighs. Her whole body was trembling as the sobs racked her body, and he pulled her closer, wanting to give her the comfort she needed, not sure his presence was of any help.

"I'm so sorry, Regina," he whispered into her hair. "I'm so sorry."

-/-

"You sure you want to do this?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

He held his breath as she pulled her shirt over her head and slipped her pants down her legs, standing only in bra and panties in front of him. She was gorgeous, and he couldn't keep his body from reacting to her.

"Regina, I don't think …"

He was cut of as she stepped closer, her mouth on his a second later, her body pressing against his, her hips rotating, rubbing over his already hardening length.

"Make love to me, Robin."

He couldn't withstand the temptation, telling himself over and over again that he had to go slow to not scare her, and he kissed her back softly, smoothing his hands up and down her spine until her rigidness ceased, and she melted into his body.

Leaning back, he took her hand and led her to the bed, and she laid down on the mattress, holding up a hand and pulling him down to her when he wrapped his fingers around hers.

He was going slow, agonizingly slow, ignoring the pounding in his balls and cock, ignoring his basic urges that were shouting at him to take her hard and fast. He let his lips skim down her throat, pulling down one strap of her bra slowly, his fingers trailing along the rim, his palm brushing over her nipple and she exhaled loudly, pushing upwards and into his hand. He reached behind her and opened her bra with one flick of his hand and pulled it down, watching her carefully while he threw the bra over his shoulder.

She pulled him back down to her, and he kissed her lazily before trailing open-mouthed kisses along her neck and down her chest, flicking his tongue over one erected nipple, feeling his cock jerk as she let out a soft moan. Reaching for her other breast, he twirled her nipple around gently while sucking at her other nipple. He was rewarded with her hands fisting in his hair, and a deep growl rumpled out of her chest.

Letting one hand skim over her stomach, he drew lazy circles around her navel, before trailing lower while he kissed her softly, but the moment he slipped his fingers under her panties and touched her there, she stiffened and he stopped immediately. He wasn't even able to draw back before she screamed.

"No." She grabbed his arm and pulled his hand out, scrambling backwards, her eyes huge with shock, her body trembling with fear. "No. Don't touch me. Get away from me."

"Shhhh, it's okay." He lifted his hands, and scooted backwards to the other side of the bed to put some space between them, so that she hopefully didn't feel threatened by him anymore. "I'm over here. I'm not gonna touch you again, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you."

"I ... I ..." Her chest was heaving with ragged breaths, and he wanted to pull her into his arms, but didn't know if he could. A startled sound of surprise slipped over his lips as she suddenly leaped into his arms and pressed herself against his body, her nails digging into his skin.

"Shhh, it's alright." He pulled the sheet towards them and wrapped it around her shoulders, tucking her in before he pulled her into his lap, whispering soothing nonsense into her ear, holding her loosely to his body to give her the chance to push away from him immediately if she needed to.

"I ... I want to sleep with you, Robin," she whispered, her fingers trailing along his neck. "I want you."

"I know," Robin replied softly. "I want you too. But we don't have to rush anything. We have all the time in the world. Maybe I should give you all the control next time, you know? Lay still and let you do everything you want."

"Everything?" she asked, her fingers stilling over his heart.

"Everything."

"So if I tease you for hours ... you would be okay with that?"

"Well, I might explode if you don't let me come for hours but other than that ..." He smiled when she chuckled against his chest.

She shifted against him, her fingers splaying out over his chest as she mumbled, "I'm sorry, Robin."

"There is nothing to be sorry for," Robin replied, pulling her chin up with one finger to look into her eyes. "I want you to enjoy it completely. I don't want you to be afraid."

"Why are you so understanding?"

"I'll tell you my story another time, okay?" He scooted down with her still in his arms, until they were both lying flat on the mattress. "You are exhausted. You should sleep."

"Will you stay with me?" she asked, her voice shaky and barely audible.

"Of course," he replied softly, brushing his lips over her skin. "Of course."