Back – and this gives me great joy to say – by popular demand.
You spoil me with your comments, and I only want more, so I cave to your wishes, my lovely fan mates.
This is for you, if you had a bad Monday. And for you, if you had a good one. And also for you, if you just want some jealous Robin in your life.
As always, let me know what you think.
Much love to you all.
When Robin arrived in Storybrooke, he was always hearing people complain about Monday.
Being an outlaw, that never made much of a difference to him, his job didn't pick a day to go terribly wrong, so he would just raise his forehead and nod sympathetically.
Now, however, the situation had changed a lot. Him and the Merry Men were part of this town, and they all had jobs – not stealing stuff, mostly – to do, helping the community with all sorts of things. And him, well. He is the soul mate of the mayor. Not really a lot of stealing going on these days.
And this one, this Monday, had been particularly difficult.
Not cold, not hot either, but you couldn't be with or without a coat, either way was uncomfortable, the threat of rain looming over their heads. The men, who were supposed to be merry, were all in sour moods, having to spend their nights "cooped up indoors" at Granny's instead of in their camp in the woods. Roland was particularly unwilling to get up from his cozy bed to go to school, even the promise of Count Chocula not enough to rouse him. Regina had to come in and whisper something in his ear for him to open his eyes, sigh dramatically and sit up, still sporting a frown.
For the first time since he had learned how to drive, Robin got traffic. He walked the town's limits through the mud and it was the one good thing in his day. Silent and undisturbed, marking the vulnerable spots. Until he dropped his phone in a puddle.
Lunch was uneventful, but bureaucracy over Mr. Gold's property and a lot of technical terms he did not understand that stopped him from doing what he had to do left him cranky, with an annoying ache on the back of his neck.
Bad Monday, indeed.
By the time he went home, the rain was falling steadily. On his way, he thought he would swing by Regina's office to pick her up, since her car was at the shop, take the chance to kiss her far from the boys, and hopefully coax her into massaging the back of his neck a little (no better medicine than his love's touch). Parking on her spot, he descended the vehicle and entered the building, navigating the halls without even thinking about it, his head still going thud thud thud.
"Hey Elise," he said to her secretary.
"Mr. Locksley, hello. Good to see you."
"You too. Is she done for the day?" he asked, pointing at Regina's door.
"Yes, I think so. You can come in if you want."
"Thanks."
Opening the door, all the easiness he had been able to gather went straight to hell. There she was, sitting behind her desk, wearing a fitted blouse, her lips an enticing shade of red, curved in a smile. Not a smile, per se. She was shaking with laughter.
Probably over something former sheriff Graham, who was sitting there on one of the chairs in front of her desk, had said, a satisfied smirk gracing his expression.
Robin was not violent. He didn't like physical confrontation. But his fist would close and his arm would lift and drop very fast and forceful if he allowed them.
But that was neither rational nor civilized, so he just stood there holding the door.
"Robin, hi!" she smiled up at him, still shaking with laughter.
"Hello, love", he raised his brows and looked from her to Graham, who was now smiling cordially at him. "What's going on?"
"I was just passing by, thought I'd drop Roland's bunny", Graham answered, pointing to a cage Robin had not noticed before, containing, sure enough, the very white, fluffy looking bunny Roland had rescued two weeks ago.
"Oh, right. How is it?"
"All better. It was just a little sprain in his paw."
Regina had now contained her laughter and was closing her planner.
"Are you ready to go home?" Robin asked her.
"I'm, uh, ready to leave, yes, but I have to stop at the library to pick up the boys from Belle first, and then take Henry to Emma's, and then a quick stop at Mary Margaret, to deliver some of Henry's baby clothes for Neal."
"How is Neal? It's been a while since I saw the little lad", Graham asked, turning back to Regina, looking entirely too comfortable on that chair.
"He's good. Growing up fast, as they do."
What the hell was he doing there, was the question in Robin's mind. Why was Graham here, in Regina's office, on a Monday, smiling at her, making her laugh?
It was not to deliver a bloody bunny. Please.
"Why don't you go home, get the bunny in his little house in the garden? I'll pick Roland up from Belle's and we can surprise him."
"Yeah, sure."
He would have said yes to anything right then, he could not focus very well.
What. The bloody hell. Was he doing there? Graham.
Regina got up, and the Animal Controller, or whatever he was now, did the same.
"Thanks for bringing it", Regina said, smiling up again, while Graham picked the little cage up.
"Don't mention it, it was on my way."
Robin was still at the door, once again trying not to make a face. Graham walked towards him and handed him the cage.
"There you go. I hope Roland has fun with it."
"Thanks, mate."
"No problem at all. Have a good night." Turning to Regina, he bowed exaggeratedly. "Sweet dreams, Your Majesty."
Right there! Why had he left his bow in the car?
One day, Robin would lose his cool and that was going to be one of the reasons.
"Good night, Graham, thank you."
He smiled, winked at Regina, the bloody wanker, touched Robin's shoulder slightly and left, offering a "good night" to Elise.
He closed the door, setting the cage on the floor, his headache on full bloom, and heard the click click click of Regina's heels coming towards him.
"I didn't know you were coming by," she said, her hands touching his stomach and raising to his chest. "What a nice surprise."
He forced himself to smile at her, reminding himself that he had no reason to be jealous, she was his, he knew this. So he sighed, and touched one of her hands, the one resting right above his heart.
"I missed you, it's all."
She smiled and took one more step further, tilting her face up, requesting a kiss he was more than happy to grant.
"You ok? You look tense."
He shook his head, enjoying the lingering taste of coffee her lips left on his.
"Just a headache."
"Hmm. Tough day?"
"Yeah. Had to deal with Mr Gold."
"Oh", she chuckled and kissed him again. "Sorry. That's never pleasant."
"It isn't. Why was Graham here?"
"Oh, God, I knew it." She dropped her head on his shoulder and gripped the lapels of his coat with both hands. "He came to drop the bunny."
"Is that code for 'ogling you'?"
"He was not ogling-"
"He was, love."
"Look." she raised her face, and it was very hard to be mad, when she looked this good, this close to him. "If he ogles someone, it's Emma. Or Ruby, I hear they closed the bar on Friday and Saturday. Not me. I'm probably the last person he wants to ogle."
He sighed, dropping his forehead to hers, sighing.
"I thought I was the only one who called you that anymore", he whispered.
"Called me what? 'Your Majesty'?"
"Mm-hmm."
"You are, he was just teasing."
"Teasing", he scoffed. "he can go and fuck himself and all his teasing."
She chuckled against him and kissed his lips. "Stop". Walking back to her desk to get her purse, she told him to get the cage.
She dropped him home and drove off to the library.
Robin walked in, holding the cage containing the small bunny and saw the little blinking light on the telephone. He walked to it and pressed the button that would allow him to listen to the five messages they had.
"Hi guys, it's Emma." The blond was asking for something called a "Netflix password", which he had no idea what it meant. The second was Will, complaining to Robin about something or other, and the third could only be a joke.
"Regina, it's Graham, sorry. I forgot to ask you about that horse permit. You still need to sign a few pages, but other than that, it's all good. Call me whenever you want a nice ride. Bye."
He all but punched the telephone to silence the other two messages that he did not want to hear.
Ten minutes later and he was standing in the back yard, soaked to the bone, the heavy rain falling on his back, the bunny safely stowed in it's tiny house, his bow shooting arrow after arrow after arrow at the target by Regina's tree.
He was picturing a hunter.
After about an hour, he was freezing, his headache was pounding, he was down to five or six arrows, all the other ruined from the abuse of being shot so many times so fast.
Once he shot the last one and watched it split in half after hitting the target, he lowered his bow and felt a hand on his waist, stomach, and Regina's chest touch his back, in a hug he did not expect.
"Practicing?"
He touched her hand, that stupid feeling of possessiveness rising inside him, so proud she came home to him.
"Aren't you cold, love?"
"A little. Why don't we go inside?"
He turned in her arms, swinging his bow carelessly on his empty quiver, raising both his hands to her face, tilting her mouth up to his, her wet hair clinging to her face and neck.
"Where are the boys?"
"Upstairs. Roland is asleep, Belle said he moved books around all day. Henry's in his room."
"Hmm."
He kissed her lovingly, tasting her lips and her tongue on his, her wet skin cold under his fingertips.
"Come on," she pulled him by the hand towards the back door, turning back to him when they reached the threshold. "We're gonna ruin the stairs carpet if we go in like this.
Robin smiled lightly at her, frowning when even the stretch of muscles made his head throb. Before he knew it, he was surrounded by a cloud of purple smoke, and a second later, they were standing on their bathroom, clothes dripping on the marble floor.
He was pretty sure vanity was not a sin among the many on his spread sheet, but it was a massage to his ego the way she lifted his shirt off him, running her hands on the expanse of his bare chest, letting out a satisfied sigh.
"How about we take care of that headache?"
He nodded and raised his arm to switch the light off, not needing it to navigate the familiar space, the dark helping him relax.
Regina left him for a moment to turn the shower on, and then she was back, fingers working his belt and his pants lazily.
Soon they were standing together under the warm spray of water, his arms around her, hands aimlessly spreading sweet scented soap across her back, her own fingers working those wonderful movements on his neck, uncoiling muscles, massaging the pain away.
Robin would love to spend hours in there with her, but the boys were home, bound to come looking for them at any moment, and they still had to take care of dinner.
So after they had rinsed all the soap and shampoo and conditioner – and Regina's face exfoliating cream she playfully rubbed on his cheeks – off and wrapped robes and towels around themselves, he dropped his face down to place a kiss on her cheek while she ran a brush over her hair.
"You're wonderful."
Smiling, she touched his face and he opened the door to the bedroom so he could get dressed and go sort dinner out, his stomach complaining the lack of food.
The meal was uneventful, especially because Roland was half asleep the entire time, and they decided to postpone giving him the bunny until next morning. Henry helped with the dishes and told them all about his day.
Finally, when they had all climbed back upstairs and retired to their own bedrooms, Robin made quick work of brushing his teeth and washing his face, sighing long and deep after climbing under the covers of their bed.
"Regina? Come to bed," he called to her when she didn't join him.
"Just one sec!", she called from the bathroom, still applying her products.
He fell asleep before she had a chance to join him in the bed, he only felt her lie down beside him and woke up just enough to throw his arm around her waist, falling straight back to sleep the moment she placed a kiss to his nose.
.:.
Conscience was regained when he felt pressure on his lower back. His face smashed to the pillows, Robin woke up to discover his queen perched on top of him, running her hands up and down his back, nails scratching every time they made their way down.
"Regina?"
"Good morning, handsome", she said, and his senses hummed to that familiar tone.
Looking at the watch, he frowned when he saw the time: 5:57 AM.
"How's your head?"
"Hmm. Better, I guess."
"I didn't get a chance to finish my treatment of it last night." She reached for the nightstand, getting the bottle of lotion he saw her apply to her legs and arms every night.
"Now, don't get used to this. If you want regular massages, you'll have to get your own lotion. This is Chanel, and very expensive."
"Hmm, ok."
And then she was dropping a big dollop of fresh smelling product on his back, her hands running up and down, applying pressure on his muscles, and he was moaning before he knew it.
"Oh, heavens, that's good."
She spent a good fifteen minutes working on his sore muscles, his neck getting attention from time to time, any headache he still had melting away under the pressure of her fingers.
"All better?" she asked, leaning in to drop a kiss behind his ear, and he lifted his arm to touch her.
He turned around to lie on his back, still holding her on top of him.
"So much better, my love, thank you so much."
Biting her lip, she leaned down again to kiss his lips this time.
He was all sticky with lotion, as were her hands. His body was humming from being touched so carefully and lovingly by the woman he adored, and her tongue was dancing across his sensually. His hands lifted from her thighs to graze the skin of her bottom, and the way she rolled her hips on top of his was meant to show she liked his hands on her, but it awakened that familiar hunger inside him, that urgency he had for her, so Robin kneaded and worked a massage of his own, kissing her slowly and thoroughly.
"I'd like Your Majesty to be nude, please."
She sighed and lowered her kisses to his chin, his neck and the top of his chest before sitting up and lifting her silk gown over her head, exposing skin for him to feast on. Sitting up, he occupied his hands and mouth with different parts of her, whispering oaths of adoration in her ear, swallowing her quiet moans and swearing "I love you" over and over again.
Lying back down, he watched her move on top of him, head thrown back, skin flushed, hands seeking his, teeth biting down on lower lip to keep from crying out and making noises they didn't need heard.
He loved to hear her let go and shout his name to the ceiling, but this slow burn, the silent race towards release, the quiet they both had to keep because of their sons on the other side of the hallway had it's own merit, a different kind of sensuality that had him falling in love with her all over again.
"You are stunning, my love", he whispered, hands wandering and coaxing, guiding and following her movements. "God, you're beautiful."
She smiled, a soft gasp coming out of her when he moved along, lazily and long. Looking down at him, her hair falling over her face, touching her lips in that particular way that made him crazy.
"I love you", she cried sensually.
He watched her move on top of him for two more minutes, his hands wandering on soft skin, pressing on the right spots to make her sigh and shudder.
When he saw her lean towards him, hand stretched out to hold herself upright against his chest, Robin sat up, bringing his left hand around her waist and down her back, gripping the flesh of her ass strongly, making her wince and bite down on his lip, the right one on her face, thumb pulling on that lower lip, making her look impossibly enticing – even more than usual.
"You are", he whispered against her lips. "The most beautiful occurrence," left hand came up to press her body more firmly to his chest. "In existence, my love."
She lifted her hands to touch his arms, and he already expected the hand that clutched around his tattoo.
"Sometimes I can't believe you're mine."
He was enjoying her immensely, but that laughter he had witnessed the night before crawled it's way back to his mind.
"But you are, aren't you?"
"Yes, of course I am."
Oh, the way she moved against him was just too good.
"Since that time you cornered me against that cabinet."
Hmm, the memories of their first meetings – because there have been multiple first times with them -, where he was so intrigued and so smitten, fascinated by this woman, this angel, this person who is pure beauty and love in form of a woman.
His woman. Soul mate. His destiny.
"Couldn't help myself, could I?"
She bit his lower lip again and ducked her head towards his neck, nibbling and licking a sinful path on his jaw.
"How do you expect me to not pounce you- when you speak to me in that- voice – and bend over in front of me-"
"Oh, God, I love you-"
"When I'm already- set to adore you-"
She moaned to a particular sharp move from him, and buried her face in his neck to keep from crying out too loudly.
"And worship the ground- you walk upon-"
Lifting her hand, she guided his lips to hers, in a sloppy, hungry kiss, all tongues and moans and Lord above she is absolutely everything.
"I would do all those things- and so much more- even if you were put on my path by chance."
He leaned forward, pushing her to the mattress, her head falling over the foot of the bed, her legs so tight around his hips, her neck elongated by the odd angle, that thin coat of sweat over her skin, making her glow in the half light of the first rays of sun peeking through the curtain, an irresistible invitation for his lips and fingers, and he slowed his thrusts down, eager to make this last.
"I can never get enough of you."
His decision to slow down didn't last very long, with her fingers on his hair, her nails on his back, his lips on her breasts and her movements shooting shocks of pleasure through him, making his vision blur, his thoughts mumble, her muffled cries, tightening legs and shaking hands releasing shimmering pulses of white magic telling him he had made her feel so good, so good, so good.
So he sped up again, his tongue tasting the salty skin, his hand squeezing her thigh so hard, the other reaching for her face, the surprise of her lips closing around one of his fingers and her tongue circling it making him tumble over that edge he was simultaneously running towards and avoiding, just because he loved the journey so much.
"Oh, my love, I would do anything," he breathed against her skin, pulling her towards the middle of the bed, so her head wasn't hanging over the mattress anymore, their feet hiding under their pillows. "Anything for you."
Lying on his side, he willed his breathing to slow, and caressed her smiling face when she turned to face him.
"My beautiful love."
"You know, I'm a queen, have been for a good while now."
"Hmm."
"But this right here, with you telling me you love me, that's when I feel like the world is mine."
He took her hand and laced their fingers together.
"Have you always shot those magic sparks... With anyone else?"
She bit her lips and chuckled.
"No... That's started when you and I started."
He raised his brows and smirked at her.
"Well."
She laughed and snuggled closer to him, kissing him and resting her head on his chest.
"Now, if we could just find a nice and casual way to tell that little fact to dear Graham."
"Oh my God, Robin!" She lifted her head to glare at him, a light slap on his chest. "Will you let this go?"
"As soon as you tell him that the only thing you ride is me, I will."
She scoffed and she turned around, but she let him spoon her for a few more minutes, before they had to get up and start the day.
Tuesday rode in smoothly.
Shall I stop?