Prompt: Regina drinks to give herself some courage to finally make a move on Robin. However, she gets wasted and Robin-gentleman that he is- puts her to bed after Regina tries to get him in it.

"Wow, easy there." She stumbled against him, her mouth turning up into a wobbling smile as she tilted her head to look up at him.

"You look pretty." She slurred, her fingers trailing sloppily over his cheek. "And you smell like forest. I like that."

She fell against him again not able to stand on her own feet and he leaned down, hauling her up into his arms and she actually giggled as her head lolled against his shoulder.

"Uiii, the world is spinning."

He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from laughing out loud because who would have thought the Evil Queen could ever get so wasted and he wondered what had caused her to drink herself into oblivion.

Her nails raked down his neck and he shuddered, shifting her in his arms as he carried her up the stairs. He would just ignore that her fingers caressing his neck, her breath tickling his skin, did things to him down there. He would just ignore it.

"This is all your fault."

"Pardon me?"

He leaned down and put her on her bed but she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and yanked him forward as he wanted to straighten again and he almost crushed her, hardly able to brake his fall, hissing out as he was pressed against her from head to toe now, the warmth of her body enveloping him, making him dizzy.

"There you are." She whispered. "I thought you would never join me."

He bent back as far as he could with her hands still wrapped tightly around his jacket and looked down at her. "You want me to join you in bed, Regina?"

It was supposed to be a joke. He wanted to get a rise out of her, waited for one of her sassy remarks but instead she drew her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded.

"God, what are you doing?" He growled.

Regina bucked her hips up, pressing her core against his already hard length. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Oh my God, stop this."

She wrapped one leg around his waist to keep him in place as she started to rub herself against his arousal and he almost came right then and there, his arms shaking as he grasped desperately for every will power he still possessed to not rip her clothes off her body and bury himself deep in her.

"God, Robin. I want you. What are you doing to me?"

"What I'm doing to you?" He huffed, trying to get out of her grip but failing. "What are you doing to me?"

She pulled herself up, her lips skimming over his cheek and a second later her teeth closed around his earlobe, tugging at it lightly.

"I'm going to kiss you now."

She practically purred it in his ear and he held his breath, screwing his eyes shut as her lips trailed along his jaw but before she could press her mouth on his he pulled back and wrapped his hands around her wrists, ignoring that the action caused his length to press even harder into her, and yanking them away from his jacket, scrambling off the bed as fast as he could.

His chest was heaving with ragged breaths as he stared down at her being sprawled out on the bed and he wanted her badly. Wanted to take her until she would scream for mercy.

But not today. Not like this.

He exhaled a long breath, rubbing a hand over his face before he threw her a reproachful look.

"Just to make one thing clear here. If you would be sober I would take you up on your offer in a second but I'm not taking advantage of you in this state."

"And what if I want you to take advantage of me?"

She licked her lips again, her legs falling slightly open and he forced himself to keep his eyes fixed on her face and not trail them down her body. He wasn't strong enough to withstand that temptation if he let himself take in her beauty, her full breasts, her toned calves, her flat stomach.

He folded his arms over his chest, his fingers digging into his flesh as he said softly. "Regina, I want nothing more than to fuck you into oblivion. But not like this."

"Another time then?" She raised one eyebrow questioningly, her lips tilting up into a cocky smirk as she threw him a challenging gaze.

"Yes, another time." He was about to walk out the door as her voice stopped him.

"Don't leave."

He looked back at her over his shoulder but there was nothing sexual in her gaze anymore, only tiredness and vulnerability and the change knocked the breath out of him and all he was able to do was nod and step back to the bed, lying down beside her.

She snuggled against him, huffing out a breath and was out cold a second later and he shifted around, pushing his shoes from his feet and pulling the sheet from under their bodies, throwing them over the both of them, his arm coming around her shoulder and pulling her even closer, his lips brushing her forehead as he closed his eyes.

What the hell had he gotten himself into here?