A/N: I'm so sorry an update for this has come so slowly! As I explained when I updated AQueen Among Thieves I have been suffering from a writer's block again and for some odd reason, I've been getting headaches while I write. I think I just need a new prescription for my contacts and glasses (which is coming soon!) but staring at the screen while typing is just wearing out my eyes.
I promise to try and bring another update soon! But OQ smut week is coming up and it may have to wait until after then because I'm going to be all burnt out on smut from that.
Let me know if you enjoy!
Sunlight filters through the windows, casting a fresh golden glow around the room. Regina wakes up, the light stabbing through the darkness that encases her as she sleeps. It registers with her just moments after she's woken up that she isn't in her bedroom. She's in Robin's. And she's naked. When that thought hits, last night's events came rushing at her, slamming into her like a tidal wave. Last night, she had had sex with her best friend. Not just any sex but the best sex Regina had ever had.
That same man who had fucked her good and proper the previous night is curled up behind her, his chest against her back. He breathes deeply, her body moving in unison to each breath he takes. It whispers against the back of her neck and makes her disheveled hair tickle the side of her face.
Regina turns in his arms, her skin sticking to his from where sweat had dried from their activities the previous night. Robin is sound asleep and he actually looks very adorable like that, his face calm and peaceful, mouth parted ever so slightly as he snores quietly. Regina smiles at the thought and buries her head against his chest. A strong arm moves and wraps around her waist, tugging her possessively against him. She raises her leg and places it over his legs, but not before she feels his half-hard erection brushing against her.
She had demanded round two in the morning and with a glance at her alarm clock that read 9:32, she decides she's going to get what she wants.
Regina crawls on top of Robin, positioning herself so that she can grind her hips against him. Robin groans in his sleep as she gives one meaningful rotation of her hips and Regina smirks wide and proud. She leans in and begins kissing his neck. Her lips dance over his skin as she peppers it with kisses, and she trails her tongue over the vein that pops out when he strains his neck. All the while, her hips rock against his erection, which settles easily against her core, sliding between the lips.
Finally, Robin's eyes pop up and he moves his head to stare in awe at the woman on top of him. After a heartbeat, his face twists into a sleepy smile. "And here I thought I was dreaming," he murmurs, "yet here she is, naked, on top of me."
"Last night was too good to be a dream," Regina says, continuing to slide her wet heat up and down the length of Robin's rigid cock. He groans in pleasure and places his hands on her thighs, sliding them up her smooth skin and back down again before he touches her sex. Regina huffs and frowns at him.
"I do believe I promised you round two this morning," Robin says, his hands gripping Regina's hips as her pace picks up.
Regina smirks, watching Robin's face twist in pleasure. "You did," she replies. "So, what are you waiting for?"
Robin laughs and sits up, bringing his lips to Regina's for a hungry kiss. He devours her lips, sucking on them possessively. His hands move between them, cupping her breasts and his fingers tease her nipples into hard pebbles. Heat shoots through Regina's body and she moans against Robin's lips, her sound wild and from deep within.
Finally, their lips pull away with a smack and they both pant for air. "How do you want it?" Robin asks.
Regina thinks a moment, her head tipped to the side before she says, finally, "From behind." It's always a position she's been wanting to try, but she had been too nervous to ask her previous sex partners, not that there had been many of them to begin with. Now that she has Robin in her bed–or rather, she's in his at the moment–she doesn't feel like she has to hold anything back.
Robin smirks a little at her idea. "From behind, huh?" he asks, taken with the idea. When Regina nods, his smile turns mischievous. "Alright, flip over."
She does as instructed as Robin climbs off the bed and positions himself behind her. Regina grabs fistfuls of the blankets and bites her lip as she feels Robin's hands cup her breasts and then trail down her body. He teasingly runs a finger through her slick folds, causing her to bite her lip to contain a moan.
"I wanna hear you," he says firmly, his thumb pressing against her clit, causing her body to jerk forward. His commanding voice makes Regina think to ask him to take this to a Christian Grey level one day, when they're a little more comfortable and used to this new area of their friendship. She can only imagine how sexy it would be to be bound and blindfolded, and Robin with a whip in hand would be the hottest thing ever. She shivers at the thought. Robin continues to give her clit several hard, meaningful strokes until Regina releases her lip and lets a moan escape her from deep within.
"Good girl," Robin praises before his hands cup her ass. He runs his hands along the skin there and then he gives her a playful smack. "Have I ever told you that you have an amazing ass?"
"I don't believe it's been mentioned," Regina replies, glancing over her shoulder to throw him a playful smirk. "Now, are you going to sit there and gawk at my ass or are you going to fuck me?"
Robin smirks. "I'm going to wipe that smile off your face," he says and raises a brow. Regina shutters and grabs a pillow, burying her face in it as she feels Robin's tip tease her entrance.
Finally, he slides into her and she greedily takes in every inch. Regina moans into her pillow as Robin slowly begins moving within her, his hands running along the expanse of her body, slowly exploring. At a lazy pace, Robin slides himself in all the way and out until just his tip is inside of her, and Regina knows he's just doing it to torture her.
"Robin," Regina pleads, bucking her hips as best as she can. "Please... I-I need it faster! Fuck me harder!" she begs.
Robin suddenly grips her hips and increasingly speeds up his pace, slamming into her so hard that her legs nearly give out. Regina screams into the pillow she has her face buried in and her fingers grip it for dear life as Robin's cock rams into her g-spot. Her screams are joined by his groans and the sound of their skin slapping together as he pounds into her wet heat repeatedly, over and over again.
"Robin, I'm going to–" she doesn't get the chance to finish because she comes so hard that stars burst across her vision.
Robin continues to pound into her as she rides out her orgasm and it makes the sensation all the more desirable. When it passes, Regina's arms collapse and she falls onto the bed, feeling Robin slide out of her, his seed dripping down her legs.
Regina pants heavily as Robin joins her once again on the bed and pulls her into his arms, kissing her roughly. She responds eagerly to his mouth which greedily kisses hers. Robin sucks and nibbles on her lips and his stubble scratches her chin deliciously, making Regina want more. She was already addicted to this man.
Finally, though, they pull away for air and Regina falls against his chest, completely spent. He cards his fingers through her hair and tugs her body up against his. They're both slick with sweat and the room smells like sex, but Regina can't bring herself to care as Robin's hands explore her body, his fingers mapping over every inch of her skin.
Her eyes meet his, only to find his usually cheery blue eyes dark and stormy with desire. She can feel him still hard against her leg and her core begins to throb as she thinks about taking him inside of her once again.
"We should get up. We can shower together. It saves water," Regina says after a moment, figuring they can finish up in the shower. "And then I'll make us breakfast."
Robin smiles a little. "Sounds good to me," he says as he climbs out of bed and leads Regina into the bathroom. He turns on the water and then they both climb in together as the hot water cascades over their bodies.
In an instant, Regina is pinned up against the cool tile wall with Robin's hands on her body and his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. His erection pressed against her belly as he tugs her closer to him, arms snaking around her to keep her as close as possible while he drinks of her lips. Regina opens her mouth and allows Robin's tongue to enter. Their tongues tangle in a fury of heated passion and Robin kisses her so hard and thorough that Regina sees stars.
Eventually, they pull away for air and Robin buries his head against Regina's neck, his hot breath whispering against her skin. After he brushes her wet hair away, which had plastered to her skin, his lips begin to brush against the column of her neck and his hips rock into hers. Regina tips her head to the side and leans against the wall as Robin trails kisses up an down her neck. And when he stops, he settles for that spot right beneath her ear which he sucks on, eliciting a moan from the woman beneath him. Already, he'd found the very place that made Regina practically melt into his arms.
She gravitates closer to him and his kisses slow. He takes his time, sucking gently on that soft spot, his hands sliding up and down her sides. Their raging desire had fled all of a sudden, but the passion stayed behind.
"I'm really glad you had that dream," Robin murmurs, his lips still pressed against her neck. He begins kissing along her jawline and Regina sighs contentedly, her hands gripping his biceps. "I was really missing out," he says.
"You were," she hums. "But so was I. I feel like a horny teenager," she adds with a laugh.
"You can come to me any time you're up for a little fun," Robin insists, kissing the corner of her mouth.
Regina looks up at him. They're so close that the tips of their noses brush one another's. "You want to continue to do this?" she asks.
Robin nods. "If you do. I think we've both found a satisfying sex partner who we're both comfortable with," he says. "Clearly, neither of us have any romance in our lives, no one there to pleasure or love us. We only have each other and I think we owe it to ourselves to have a good time with no regrets. Who is more fitting to do that with than your best friend?"
Regina smirks. Robin had a valid point and she didn't even need the convincing, but now she's more sure than ever than this new level of their relationship will be good for them. "Well, then, what're you waiting for?" she challenges.
His lips are on hers immediately and his strong arms are hoisting her up. She wraps her legs around his hips and throws her head back as he slides into her. His arms help her move up and down over his length. Regina moans as they set a steady pace, the sound of wet skin slapping together drowning out the sound of water hitting their bodies. Robin's lips attack her neck again and Regina is almost positive she's going to wear the marks to show off their passionate time together.
Robin picks up the pace and his cock slams into her rapidly, drawing her close to orgasm. A tight feeling coils deep in the pit of her stomach and with one exceptionally deep, precise thrust, Regina comes without warning, her inner walls spasming around his cock.
Robin pants as he lowers Regina back down to the ground. She can tell he's close but hasn't gotten the chance to come yet. She smirks at him and drops to her knees, taking him into her mouth before he has the chance to say anything. She swirls her tongue slowly over the tip of his hardened member, her hand working up and down his shaft. She moans against his dick and keeps her eyes turned upwards, her eyes locked on his as she bobs her head along his length.
"Regina, I'm going to come," he says.
She releases him from her mouth and continues to pump him with her hand as he cums over her neck and chest. When he's finished, she stands and lets the water wash away his seed.
"Let me clean you off," Robin says as he grabs her purple loofah hanging next to his green one. Regina always kept her own shower supplies at his apartment because she often stayed over when she was too tired to go back to her own. He lathers the loofah in her apple-cinnamon scented body wash and begins to rub it into her skin. He especially takes his time on her breasts, watching the soap foam over the mounds of her breasts and nipples and then slowly cascade down her belly from there. He then moved down watching the soap escape down her legs as he rubbed the loofah through her folds.
Regina bit her lip when Robin spent a little too long right there. He replaced the loofah for his hand and his fingers found purchase on her clit and his lips found hers once again. He kept his pace slow with both his fingers and his mouth as they stood beneath the water. His lips moved against hers at a slow pace as his hand fondled with her clit. Regina found it to actually be quite relaxing. Eventually, his hand came away and they were simply focused on making out. Robin's lips passionately sought after hers, but they kissed lazily.
"Let's finish up our shower before the water gets cold," Robin says as they part for air. He washes Regina up and instructs her to go make breakfast while he finishes.
She dresses in the clothes he had given her last night and makes her way downstairs. She knows her way around his kitchen and in no time, has a full fledged breakfast in the making. Robin makes his presence known a few minutes later by snaking his arms around Regina's waist and kissing her neck.
"Mm... I really love these," he says, kissing the hickeys he had decorated all over her neck. "Lets people know you're mine."
"I'm yours?" Regina chuckles, tipping her head to the side to allow Robin more access. He finds that soft spot again and presses a kiss there, making Regina sigh softly.
"Mhm," Robin hums, his voice vibrating against her skin. "All mine. And I intend to bring you amazing pleasure for as long as we decide to keep this up."
Regina smirks and leans back against him. "I certainly like the sound of that," she says as Robin's hands slip beneath her shirt and play with her nipples. "But right now I'm cooking you breakfast so unless you want burnt bacon, we can continue this later."
He smirks against her neck and draws his hands from beneath her shirt. He slips the fabric of her shirt away from her shoulder and presses his lips there instead, arms circling around her waist once again. He slowly begins to rock them gently from side to side as he nibbles and kisses at her shoulder.
Something about this, wearing Robin's clothes, cooking in his kitchen, with his arms wrapped around her and lips all over her skin, is incredibly domestic. Regina feels safe in his arms, wanted and appreciated.
Eventually, Robin lays his head against Regina's shoulder, watching as she made their breakfast. She turns her head and smiles at him. "What?" she asks.
"I'm just not ready to let you out of my arms yet," he says. "I like it too much."
"I suppose that's a good thing for me," she says, setting the bacon on an extra plate before turning in Robin's arms. "Breakfast is ready."
He chuckles and steals a few quick kisses from Regina's lips and now she thinks they're acting more like a couple than ever before. Robin had always been very loving with her, always touching and holding and kissing her face (but not her lips), yet sex had changed them both drastically in such a small amount of time.
"Let's eat," he says as he presses one last kiss to her cheek before letting her go. He helps Regina bring in the eggs and bacon, as well as their glasses of orange juice and then they sit down together at the small table in his apartment and begin to eat.
"Maybe I need to come over every night and give you incredible sex so that you'll cook for me the next morning," Robin teases as he eats his food.
Regina chuckles and kicks him playfully under the table as she rips off a piece of bacon with her teeth. "I've told you about a thousand times that you can come over anytime and I'll fix you breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner. Reading and collecting books aren't my only hobbies."
"Maybe I'll start taking you up on that offer," he says with a smile playing over his lips. "So, do you think we need any rules for what we are doing? I hope you have contraceptive pills because I've been fresh out of condoms for years if last night and this morning weren't an indication."
"No reason to worry about me getting pregnant," Regina says and shakes her head. "Well, at least, carrying the baby to full term."
Robin frowns a little. "What do you mean?"
Regina heaves a small sigh and shovels some eggs onto her spoon. "Remember the man I told you I fell in love with, Daniel?" Robin nods so she continues. "We ended up getting pregnant a few years before he died in the car accident. I lost that baby. I was pregnant again shortly before his death and weeks after, I lost that baby, too. The doctors say that carrying a baby to full term is nearly impossible for me. Even conceiving is hard."
Robin stares at her with a saddened expression. "I'm sorry, Regina," he says gently. "That's awful. I don't know what to say."
"It's fine, I've come to terms with it. I can't be a single mom anyways and had one of those babies lived, I'd be raising Daniel's child all by myself, and I don't think I could ever do that, having to look that child in the face one day and tell it that it's father is dead... having to see his face or his eyes or some sort of resemblance every time I saw its face. It would just be too painful," she says, heaving a sigh.
"I suppose that's true," Robin says, taking her hand from across the table. "Well, I guess we don't need to worry about condoms or birth control unless you want to."
"No need," Regina replies. "If I get pregnant, which is unlikely, I'll just lose it anyways." She decides to change the subject. "What if one of us finds someone else?"
"Well, I suppose if we start dating someone, we can stop this. I don't think they'd appreciate it if they found out we were fucking our best friend," Robin says with a small chuckle.
Regina nods, managing a smile. "That's true. My brief dalliances were jealous of you to begin with and we weren't even having sex back then."
Robin smirks. "Well, there's a lot to be jealous of. I'm successful, handsome, close to you, and now they can add that I've given you the best sex of your life to the list. They have a good reason," he says.
"Cocky much?" Regina asks as she sips at her orange juice.
"I'll let you be the judge of that," he replies with a wink, wincing when Regina kicks him under the table. "You've gotta quit doing that," he laughs.
"Who's gonna make me?" Regina shoots back, crossing her arms over her chest. "You?"
"Oh, you did not just say that," Robin says with a smirk.
Regina raises an eyebrow. "I just did," she replies, sitting back in her seat. "Make me."
Robin smirks devilishly and before Regina knows it, he's made it to her side of the table and his lips are on hers. He kisses her hard, lips devouring hers with desperation and her breath leaves her. After a moment he pulls away. "Are you done talking now?"
Regina laughs a little. "Only if you kiss me again," she replies.
"You're a little minx, you know?" Robin asks with a shake of his head. "I could get used to this." And his lips were covering hers once more.