Prompt: Why they were upstairs in Granny's kissing (what happened before, smut in a room? Meeting for Breakfast and then sneaking upstairs? Whatever you like!)

She leaned against the tree, watching him while he was talking to one of his men, making sure Roland was taken care off and some part of her screamed at her that she should just go, that this was all a mistake but before she could bolt he turned around to her and smiled.

A smile that melted her insides, made her stomach clench, even her walls twitched and every thought of fleeing vanished in a heartbeat.

"Your majesty?"

He was full out grinning now as he bowed and held out his arm for her to take and she couldn't keep the smile off her own face because this was silly and exhilarating at the same time.

They needed a lot longer for the way to her house than normally necessary. Every few steps he swirled her around and pressed her against his body, his kisses turning hungrier and hungrier and she could feel him, long and hard against her thigh and if they wouldn't hurry up she would let him take her right then and there against the next tree.

She didn't even bother to search for the keys as they finally reached the house, just pushing the door open with her magic and pulling him in.

Passion and lust were overruling any common sense, the voice in her head telling her that this was too much too fast being drowned in the need that sizzled through her veins.

Her fingers ripped at his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head and she growled as her fingers swept over his abs, all hard muscles and smooth skin, and she could feel how big he was, the thought of him filling her making her even wetter.

They stumbled to the stairs and he pulled at her hand, making her crash against his body and then he bent her backwards, her back hitting the stairs, his fingers slipping under her blouse and inside her bra, pushing the fabric down so that he could twirl her already erect nipple around, his hips rocking against her.

"God, Robin." She moaned, arching her back to push her breast harder into his palm. "Upstairs. Now."

He leaned back, his eyes burning with desire and she gulped hard, his hand still kneading her breast while he watched her, tugging at her nipple and she jerked into his touch, her head falling back as his head shot down and his mouth closed around the nub, sucking and licking, flicking his tongue over it.

His fingers yanked the other side of her blouse down and she shouldn't feel that aroused. It was as if it would be out of a cheap porno movie. Her breasts pushed up by her bra and blouse while his mouth and fingers assaulted her and all she could do was moan.

But God, it was so hot and breathtaking and she didn't want him to stop. Ever.

She let out a whimper as he let go of her nipple and he actually had the audacity to grin at her as he shifted and trailed his fingers along her thigh, cupping her sex, his palm pressing against the bundle of nerves and she groaned, her hips jerking upwards, a low growl rumpling out of her chest as he opened her pants and slipped his fingers under her panties, sliding them through her soaking wet folds, the tip of one finger dipping into her and the breath hitched in her throat

"So damn wet." He circled the tip of one finger teasingly at her entrance. "So bloody wet."

And she actually screamed as he suddenly plunged two fingers into her, immediately pumping them in and out of her, his thumb rubbing over her clit and it only took seconds for her to crash, the waves of her orgasm ripping through her, making it impossible for her to breathe as she arched into his touch, feeling his lips close around her nipple again while his fingers were still working her over and her whole body quivered, another moan slipping over her lips as his fingers still pushed in and out of her in a lazy pace.

She only came slowly down from her high and looked up at him, her chest still heaving with ragged breaths and if he hadn't just given her a mind-blowing orgasm she might have smacked the cocky grin off his face but she could hardly move a muscle.

She shivered as he slipped his fingers out of her, his mouth turning up into a smug grin as he lifted his hand and licked her juices of his fingers, her core already clenching again upon hearing him moan as he tasted her.

"Fuck, Robin."

"That I will do, your majesty."

He hauled her up by her hand, pushing her up the stairs and following her as she led him to her bedroom and the moment they stepped over the threshold he yanked her pants and panties down and pushed her onto the bed, his fingers fumbling with his own pants and a second later he was stark naked, the sight knocking the breath out of her because he was gorgeous and her eyes fell on his erection, her mouth going dry as she stared at his hard and thick length, wondering if he would even fit.

As if he could read her mind, he stepped towards the bed, lowering himself slowly between her legs, his lips brushing over her ear as he rasped. "It might be a tight fit first but I promise you will enjoy it."

"I have no doubt about it."

Her fingers grabbed his waist tightly as he pushed into her, inch by inch, stretching her, filling her. It felt uncomfortable. At first. Until her walls had adjusted to his thickness and she clenched them around him, smiling as he jerked atop of her.

"God, Regina."

"What?" She said, staring up at him with a mock innocent lock as he leaned back to look down at her. "I'm just enjoying myself."

"God, you are evil." Robin growled as she tightened her walls around him once again.

"So the moniker fits after all."

He slipped out of her almost completely, his eyes darkening, his mouth turning up into a cocky smile as he said. "I'm gonna make you scream."

And then he slammed into her, his name rushing out of her mouth on a whimper and he took her hard and fast, making good on his promise because she cried out loud numerous times as he fucked her mercilessly.

He was tilting his hips, his cock hitting the spot deep inside of her and she screamed his name again, her back arching up from the mattress as the next orgasm hit her, her nails leaving marks on his back as she dug them into his skin, his hips pistoning into her over and over again, prolonging her release before he stiffened and emptied himself in her.

She was lying in his arms afterwards, feeling slightly sore but so satisfied and she grinned against his chest, her fingers wandering down his stomach and closing around his soft length, massaging it carefully, the smile broadening as she felt him harden under her fingers.

"Ready for another round?"

"Ready when you are."

-/-

He had accompanied her to Granny's the next morning, kissing her in the hallway as if they were some teenagers who were sneaking around and she couldn't remember the last time she had been so happy.

He was her true love. He was her second chance and she would not let it slip through her fingers again. This time she would hold on to him and she would never let him go again.