Prompt: I was wondering if you could do a pre-OQ where Regina is sexually frustrated since it's her time of the month and somehow, Robin finds out and wouldn't mind offering her some relief.

I forgot the prompt mentioned sexually frustrated and I just went with Robin being with Regina during her time of the month and offering her some comfort.

So, it's not smutty but feelsy fluff and this is pre-kiss. Robin is at Regina's and they go over some plan.

She leaned over the map on the table, trying to ignore the pain throbbing dully in her stomach, having to force herself to concentrate on Robin's voice.

"We should put up posts here, here and here."

She nodded, shifting on her feet, a soft hiss slipping over her lips as the movement made the cramps even worse.

"Majesty, everything okay?"

She bit her tongue for a second before she pulled herself up, suppressing the wince, waving her hand in a nonchalant gesture. "Sure. Everything is alright. Go on."

But he didn't move, watching her carefully and she took a step back, her hand coming to her stomach as another wave of pain ripped through her body.

"Ahhh, it's your time of the month."

She wanted to scold him, wanted to give him a harsh answer but she couldn't. The cramps were so bad that she was afraid even only speaking would make them worse.

She had screwed her eyes shut and she could hear him move, his soft voice reaching her ears a moment later.

"Come over here, Regina."

She opened her eyes slowly, seeing him sitting on the couch, one leg propped up against the backrest and she walked over to him, hoping that sitting down might help at least a little bit.

He was pulling her carefully between his open legs, her back facing him and she stiffened for a second, his nearness shooting a shiver down her spine but he just pulled her even closer and held a flask in front of her face.

"This might help."

"You took the whiskey with you?" She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder. He was shooting her one of his trademark smirks, the dimples flashing up in his cheeks as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Didn't want to let it go to waste."

She pulled the cork out of the flask and took a sip, the alcohol burning down her throat and settling in her stomach, a comforting warmth spreading out through her belly.

"May I?"

She saw his hands hovering over the scarf she had slung around her neck earlier today and she just nodded, his fingers brushing her skin as he pulled it off. She wondered what he was up to as his fingers started to knead over the tense muscles in her neck and she let out a soft groan as he massaged her, loosening the tension bit by bit, heat spreading from her neck through her whole body and she leaned unconsciously deeper into his touch, titling her head forward to give him better access.

She closed her eyes and just ignored the voice in her head that was telling her that it was a bad idea to relax like that in his presence, to let him touch her like that.

It felt too good, it felt right and she wondered how his lips might feel like on her skin, how his scruff might scrape deliciously over her.

She wanted to get away from him. She knew she should get away from him but her body betrayed her, leaning even closer towards him, her head lolling against his shoulder as his arms came around her waist.

"Regina?" His voice was barely audible, his breath brushing over her cheek.

"Hmm?"

"What is this?"

She didn't even open her eyes, just too tired, too relaxed, to really care. She just shifted, curling her legs up on the couch and pressing her face against his neck, taking in the intoxicating smell of forest and male.

"I don't know." She whispered against his skin, her arms slipping around him on their own accord. "But please don't go."

"I won't." His arms tightened around her and he leaned back, taking her with him until they were both lying flat on the couch, her body snuggled up against his.

The pain had dulled down to a manageable pull and she relaxed against him, wondering what the hell she was doing but not able to move.

"Thank you." Her lips skimmed his skin and she felt him shiver under her mouth, the urge to lick over his pulse point almost unbearable.

"You're welcome."

She didn't know what this was, she didn't know where it would lead but her fingers trailed over the lion tattoo on his forearm, her mouth curling up into a soft smile and her eyes fluttered shut as she drifted off to sleep.