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Turtle Doves

Day Two

The house on 108 Miflin Street is unusually quiet.

The members of the household are out on a 'Christmas Adventure' with the Charmings, save for the oldest two, who remain laying in bed, panting. It is one of those days when neither Robin nor Regina have to worry over their children. They only need to worry about how high they could possibly take one another as they let themselves get lost in the throes of passion, to finally be uninhibited in showing how much they adore each other. No temperamental teenagers, or needy little four-year-olds, or wailing babies in need of changing.

Regina smiles as she thinks it over. She misses her children, but then, she did miss her thief in this way too—it's been too long, they have been too preoccupied with trying to maintain a household and actually still having a house in between three children and the town. There had barely been any time for what they've just done now.

"Remind me to have Snow babysit more often," she tells her lover as she rolls over to her side heavily and drapes an arm across his stomach, lifting her leg and wedging it in between his before she lays her head down his chest. "We need more alone time."

She feels Robin's chest rumble as he chuckles before pressing a kiss against her damp hair. She feels and hears him inhale her scent, her heart fluttering because of the way that he seems to love her—all of her, unconditionally and true. Yes, there had been many obstacles in their way, many problems they'd had to face, but they've won those, had overcome all of it…together.

And it is their togetherness in which she basks in now as she lays in his arms, safe and secured, loved and cherished.

"I love you, Regina," he whispers, smiling against her skin when she buries her nose further into his chest.

She loves him, too, loves all of him, every single part, and there isn't any realm in which she won't love him this way.

"I love you too, thief," she whispers as she lifts her head long enough to look him in the eyes as she says the words. The smile that spreads across his lips makes her heart flutter in a way that she has long since thought she won't ever feel again. And the way he bites onto his lower lip makes her want to kiss him senseless.

Which she does, as she crawls on top of him and leans down to kiss those enticing lips, wiping away any traces of smile and replacing it with a moan as she slides her tongue inside his mouth and seeks for his. In a second, he has her on her back, and he stares at her with those piercing blue eyes. She feels her body flush with desire for him, the way he looks at her making her feel so beautiful.

And so precious.

…

She is so goddamn beautiful, he thinks as he stares at her flushed form, her lips parted slightly and her eyes darkening with desire. He understands, not accepts, never accepts, but he understands how and why the dead (thankfully) King Leopold had wanted Regina for his wife. She is the fairest of them all, all the fairytales in this realm had gotten them wrong. And she is his soul mate-the evil queen and the man with the lion tattoo (and oh, how wrong the fairytales of this realm had gotten that one, too).

He leans down and takes her mouth in his, kisses her with the fervor of a man drinking water when he is dying of thirst, kisses her with the hunger of a man who had not eaten for days. He feels his chest fill to the brim with love for her, for this beautiful woman who has managed to capture his heart the moment they laid eyes on each other. Granted, he'd been weary then, was resolved not to be anywhere near her much less love her—but the gentle way that she'd regarded his, now also hers, son had been his undoing and he found himself falling for the woman with the sad beautiful eyes.

Even in those times that he hadn't remembered her and the love they shared, his heart yearned for her. And those times that they had been separated, his soul, all of him, had always belonged to her.

Like turtle doves, he thinks fondly as he smiles against her mouth, they are mated for life.

His thoughts flee him when she wraps her leg around his torso and the naked heat of hers aligns with the very erect part of him. She sighs and he groans when he pushes in, connecting them as the one soul, one entity that they are. He is surprised, but pleased, when he is met by her slippery heat, and he moves, thrusts once, twice, another time slowly, just letting her feel the full length of him, gratified when she lets out a low, long moan.

He kisses her, and kisses her, to his heart's content, until their lungs burn and they pull apart, no longer able to breathe. Her hips buck in time with his, their lower bodies finding a rhythm, and she cries out when in his thrust, he hits a particular spot (and if he continues driving into it, hitting that spot she will soon come apart in his arms, gasping and mewling, moaning as she begs him to not stop and make her come). He thrusts harder, faster, even more determined now until they both tumble into the edge of precipice, soaring, floating as their orgasm crash into their bodies.

He dislodges himself from her and sighs, pulling her closer to him once more as he drops a kiss into her hair.

…

A bath and another round of love making later, they find themselves sitting in front of the fireplace, with Robin holding Regina against his chest as she dozes on and off in his arms. He drops kisses against her neck, her hair, anywhere that his lips could reach.

"I missed this," she tells him in a whisper, as though afraid that the moment would break and the magic would disappear.

But it won't, he's sure. He is here now and only death could rip him from her side. And even that, he would defy too.

"I know love," he says, and he does miss it. It's been too long since the last time it had been just him and her, with nothing but a fine sheen of sweat between them.

"I love our kids," she says softly, shaking her head and tilting it a bit when his lips finds the crook of her neck, nipping there softy. "But just being with you once in a while is nice too."

He nods his agreement, his nose burying further into her fragrant skin. She smells nice, smells of apples and cinnamon and everything nice. She smells of something spicy, and all of it blends into something that is exclusively hers—something that is her own brand.

He thinks of the times that this was not afforded to him, the luxury of having her in his arms, of kissing her, and just smelling her, of loving her in all the way that he wants and can. He thinks of the time he had been so far away from her, losing all hope, having all his dreams of a future with her shattered.

He never, ever, ever, wants to feel that way again.

It is indescribable, how he has felt like he's missed a part of his life that he had gone on decades living without. And sometimes he finds it so unbelievable that there is a part of him, all of him in fact, that he feels has always yearned for her even back when he hadn't known that she is meant to be a part of him.

He never wants to feel so empty again.

And so when the words tumble out of his mouth out of their own volition, he couldn't find it in himself to regret them or take them back: "Marry me," he says, his heart thumping when she stiffens in his arms, his only regret now is taking her by surprise, not having given her a fair warning before he'd just blurted out those words like that. But he cannot take them back now, doesn't want to.

"What did you just say?" she asks, turning into his arms slowly, staring at him in disbelief. Her mouth is dropped open, eyes wide with surprise. It is rather comical, and he'd laugh if it wasn't so unfunny how nervous he feels.

"Marry me," he pleads, taking her hand now and squeezing. "I haven't got the ring and I do plan to propose properly when I do, but—," he tries to explain but is cut off when she launches herself into his arms, kissing him with renewed passion.

And he thought he knows everything there is to know about her.

Her smile is brighter than the lights on the Christmas tree they've put on a day before, her face upturned and child-like in the way she glows.

"Yes, of course, yes," she mutters, spreading a hundred kisses across his face. She laughs, even as tears fall down eyes, and he reaches up to brush them away, cupping her cheek and pulling her closer so their lips meet.

She kisses him and shares the enthusiasm he feels, before she pulls away to kiss the tip of his nose, nuzzling it after and smiling. He is sure that he is mirroring that lovesick smile she's got on her face.

God he loves her.

"I love you, Regina," he says as he lays her down on her back and starts peppering kisses across her skin. His hands slide up her thighs to her hips, then to the hem of the shirt she is wearing. He pulls it up and over her head, throwing it haphazardly behind him. He doesn't even care where it lands, doesn't bother to check, before he is ducking down and sampling every patch of skin his mouth finds.

She agreed to be his wife.

She is going to be his wife.

He cannot wait.

Outside, the snow falls from the sky, covering the ground in a blanket of pure white powder of ice, turning Storbrooke into something akin to a fairytale winter wonderland.

Fin

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