"I'm coming. Just sit tight."
-/-
"I'm coming. Just sit tight."
The moment he got off the phone he realized the insanity of his statement because she wasn't able to go anywhere. Since she was sitting at the sheriff's station and waited for one of her parents to show up and get her out of the mess she got herself into.
"What's going on?"
He inwardly winced as Regina stepped into the kitchen. This would not end well for Anne. Not that she didn't deserve it. But her mother tended to explode very fast and her scoldings were never pretty. He hoped Emma would be able to stop her from burning the station to the ground when his wife's magic erupted because she was so furious with their daughter.
He would have preferred to bring Anne home on his own and let the explosion happen in their own house after he had talked Regina down a little bit. But he knew that was not an option now. She would want to know where he was going and what happened.
Taking in a deep breath, he looked up at her and said quietly. "Abigail is at the Sheriff's station."
"Again? What did she do this time?"
"Vandalism." Robin replied, waiting for the outburst.
"I swear she is coming after you. Might be the outlaw blood in her."
"Because you were always a saint, weren't you?" He bit his cheek, wondering if she might shoot him with a magic fireball and he held his breath, waiting for the impact but then her facial expression suddenly changed from anger to amusement.
"No, I wasn't." She smiled, stepping forward and he opened his arms instantly, wrapping them around her as she leaned into him. "She is a handful, isn't she?"
"Well, she is our daughter. What did you expect?" Robin said, letting out a soft chuckle. "She definitely got her stubborn mind from her mother and her tendency to do reckless things might come from both of us."
"Probably." Regina sighed and leaning back, she pressed her hand against his chest, letting her finger trail over his neck as she said. "Then let's bring her home."
"Do I have to bring the fire extinguisher?" Robin joked.
He winced as she slapped the back of her hand against his chest and pushed away from him. "Don't be ridiculous. I am capable of holding my temper in check."
He grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his embrace, stealing a kiss from her. "You can always lose your temper in bed, your majesty. I don't mind."
She trailed her fingers along his cheek, grinning up at him. "I know, Mr. Locksley. I know."
He shifted against her, suppressing the urge to just take his wife into the bedroom and let their daughter stew a little bit at the station.
"Mrs. Locksley, I would like nothing more than to prove that theory again but ..."
"We have to bring our daughter home."
"Exactly."
"Later?" Regina asked, skimming her fingers down his arms.
"Definitely." He said with emphasis and leaned down to press another kiss on her lips before letting her go reluctantly. "After we've dealt with our criminal daughter."
"Yes. After that."
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck."
-/-
He wanted to hold out, wanted it to last longer. It had been an eternity since he had last been inside of her, and he didn't want the first time to be like this. But she had apparently another idea.
"Oh fuck, Regina." His hand shot down, his fingers tangling in her hair. He wanted to push her back, but his body wasn't agreeing with his mind, and instead he held her head steady while his hips rocked forward. "Oh fuck."
He was so close and there was no way he could make her stop now, her mouth sucking at him hard, her tongue pressing against his tip, and then he was deep inside of her mouth again a second later, and his balls tightened as she bobbed her head back and forth, letting him feel her teeth for a moment and he was gone, a moan rumbling out of his chest as he stiffened, his release spurting out of him and down her throat, his whole body trembling as she kept sucking him until he was completely spent.
He actually whimpered when she let his cock slip out of her mouth and if he could he would throw her on the bed and ram into her right now, but of course he wasn't able to. Not for some time.
"That was quite the reunion."
She stood up and slipped her arms around his waist, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she leaned back. She licked her lips and he growled, reaching down to haul her into his arms.
"It isn't over yet."
He let her fall on the bed and followed her immediately, grabbing her hands and pulling them over her head. Tilting his head, he let his lips trail over her cheek and down her neck, taking her hands in one of his to slip his fingers down her chest and skim over her already erected nipple before trailing lower and tracing along the outside of her thigh.
She let out a shuddering sigh and arched into him, rubbing her core against him. "I sure hope so."
The reunion lasted the whole night until they fell into an exhausted sleep in the wee hours of the morning.
"Shh, c'mere ..."
-/-
He had never seen her break down like that. She had always tried to show him the strong woman, even when she was telling him about the letter, or that she didn't believe that she would ever have this, have him.
But she was sobbing now, her whole body shaking violently and he sat down beside her and pulled her into his lap. "Shh, c'mere."
She was clinging to him, soaking his shirt in a matter of seconds and he kept whispering nonsense into her ear, stroking his hand over her back, intend on holding her as long as she needed.
"It's okay, Regina. Just let it all out." He brushed his lips over her skin, tightening his arms around her. "I'm sorry. I'm here now. I love you."
"I hate you." She croaked out between sobs, hitting her fist against his chest before burying her face into his shirt again.
"I know." He said soothingly. "I love you. I love you. I love you."
"Don't ever leave me again." She whispered, clenching his shirt into her fist as if she would never let go of him.
"I won't." He replied, pushing her gently back to look into her tearstained face. His fingers trembled as he lifted his hand and wiped the tears from her cheek. "I won't. I was a fool. I'm sorry."
"You did the right thing." Regina replied, tilting her head into his touch and closed her eyes. "You chose your family."
"But it was the wrong choice. I love you." He pulled her back against his chest, burying his face into her hair. "And I should have realized it sooner. That I can't live without you."
"I love you too, you know?"
Her fingers brushed along his neck and he shivered, screwing his eyes shut to keep the tears from falling.
"I know."
"I kind of enjoy looking at you while you workout."
-/-
She had just been looking out the window to see what Roland and Henry were doing while she was making apple pie, but then she saw him chopping wood, and she actually dropped the apple she had been peeling to the ground, the knife clattering on the floor a second later.
She gulped hard to keep herself from drooling because the sight in front of her was incredible. His muscles were bulging under the tight white shirt he was wearing, every time he lifted the ax. Sweat was glistening on his forehead and trickling down his cheeks, the fabric of his shirt was clinging to his skin and she had to hold on to the counter for support because her knees suddenly felt to weak to carry her.
She was watching the jeans tightening over his ass as he leaned down to retrieve another log and her mouth went dry as he raised his arm and rubbed it over his forehead. Her stomach clenched as he turned around and shouted something to Roland and Henry, a big smile erupting on his face as Henry replied him.
She just wanted to turn around and go back to preparing the pie as he let the ax drop to the ground and reached behind his back to grip his shirt and pull it over his head.
"Fuck."
She never swore. Never. But it just slipped over her lips because his torso was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth, letting out a soft groan.
His abs and pecs and biceps and … she needed to get out there. Just to touch him once.
She rushed out of the kitchen and into the backyard, his eyes meeting hers the moment she rounded the corner but she didn't stop, almost raced over the lawn towards him, only stopping when she was a few feet away from him.
"Robin of Locksley, this is unfair."
He was looking at her completely confused, and she wanted to slap him for being oblivious to what he was doing to her.
"Beg your pardon?"
"This." She waved her hand up and down and stepped closer, pinching his chest with his finger. "We have the children this weekend."
He furrowed his brows in bafflement for a few more moments before his facial expression suddenly cleared and he chuckled.
"Why, your majesty? Do you like what you are seeing?"
"Well, I kind of enjoy watching you workout, Locksley. So you'll better cover yourself up again before I'll forget myself. You wouldn't want me to lose control in front of the children, would you?"
She pressed her hand flat against his chest, relishing in the feeling of his slick skin under her fingers, and if Roland and Henry wouldn't be around, she would have already dragged him into the house.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"Good." She replied and stepped back from him. "Dinner is ready in twenty minutes."
"We'll be in in fifteen." He closed the gap between them and hauled her into his arms, pressing a hard kiss on her lips before releasing her again. "Can't wait to get the kids into bed."
"Me neither." She breathed, letting her fingers trail down his chest. "Me neither."
"Shit, are you bleeding?"
-/-
He followed her through the forest, shaking his head about her being so insufferable. He had just wanted to help, but of course she had only thrown him one of those ice cold looks and swatted his hand away. She was the most stubborn woman he had ever met. He knew she felt it too. Could see it flicker over her eyes, every now and then.
The attraction was mutual.
But she didn't let him anywhere near her, and it was exhausting. Her verbal stabs hitting too deep sometimes. He knew he should just turn around and leave. Nothing was holding him here. But he couldn't. Because of her. Because even though she apparently didn't want to deal with him, he still couldn't stay away from her.
His thoughts were interrupted as she suddenly stumbled in front of her, and he was by her side in seconds, his hand closing around her arm to hold her steady.
"What's the matter, your majesty?" He wanted to sound nonchalant, wanted to shoot a quip afterwards, but it didn't come out like he wanted it to. Even he could hear the concern in his voice.
"Nothing." She snapped back.
That's when he saw it, the trickle of blood coming out her sleeve and he reached for her hand, turning it around. "Shit, are you bleeding? Why didn't you say anything?"
"It's just a scratch." She replied harshly, yanking her arm out of his grip. "I totally forgot about it."
"Let me see." He said urgently but she just scoffed at him and took a step back.
"Don't be ridiculous, outlaw. A flick of my hand and it's healed." She swirled her hand over her arm, a purple cloud of smoke descending upon it, and a second later the bleeding had stopped. "See? Now can we keep going. I want to get to the castle today if possible."
Her sarcastic tone sliced right through him, and for a brief moment he wanted to grab her and just pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless. Gods, she was beautiful.
"Lead the way, your majesty." He said, giving her a short mocking bow. "I'll follow."
She let out an indignant huff and swirled around, and he let out a soft sigh when she marched forward.
One day he would kiss her. One day she would come willingly into his arms and kiss him back.
"Look at me - just breathe, okay?"
-/-
"Regina?" Emma's voice sounds frantic, desperate and she swirls around, meeting the other woman's gaze, already fearing something happened to Henry, but the next words still pull the rug out of under her feet. "It's Robin."
His name slams into her, her breath hitches in her throat, her stomach clenches. She can't lose him. She can't. Not like this.
Her fingers shake as she drops on her knees beside him. His eyes are closed, his breath erratic and she bites the inside of her cheek, using the pain to stay in control of her emotions.
"Look at me, Robin." She pats his cheek softly, hoping he will open his eyes. She needs him to tell her where he was hit. She needs to act fast. She doesn't have the time to search for the wound. He jolts up with a start, a cough rattling his body, his lips tinging blue and she wraps her fingers around his chin and forces him to look at her. "Just breathe, okay?"
His eyes focus on her, and a shiver runs over his body, his breathing slowing down and he grabs her hand, his fingers digging into her skin.
"Regina, I ..." He gulps hard, licking his lips. He wants to say more but she interrupts him.
"Where did you get hit?" She asks quickly.
She can see Marian rushing towards them out of the corner of her eyes, and she can't let him say what she has seen so clearly in his eyes. Not in front of his wife.
"Right side." He rasps. "Kidneys."
She turns him to his left side very carefully, her fingers twitching as he groans. Closing her eyes, she concentrates, feeling her magic rushing to the surface. She draws everything out of her body, the love she still feels for him making her magic more powerful and the sparks sizzle through her fingers, jumping from the tips to his body and she gasps as his pain infiltrates her mind, but she doesn't waver. The seconds tick by as she heals his wound, and she lets out a deep breath when he is completely healed a few minutes later and she smiles softly down at him as she opens her eyes again
"Regina?" He pushes himself upright, his eyes telling her everything he can't say out loud and she just squeezes his hand.
"I know." She whispers before she lets go of his hand and stands up, making room for Marian.
His eyes linger on her, even when he hugs his wife and she can see her pain mirrored in his. A pain that hasn't ceased in the last four months and she wonders if it ever will.