I received two prompts on tumblr, one for an OQ reunion kiss and one for a dimples queen reunion kiss, so I've combined them into the story below. As always, comments and criticism are welcome. XX
Reunion
Their relationship has never lacked passion. Their kisses are often fueled by a desperate need to be as close as possible, to convey every ounce of frustration, longing, desperation, and regret that words can't quite express. This kiss, however, is different.
His hands are cradling her face, fingers tangled in her hair, as they always seem to be, while her palms are pressed against his chest. There is still an insatiable need to the press of their lips, but the bruising force usually accompanied with it is gone. Instead it's all softness and wonder, an easy exchange meant to comfort instead of demand. Unlike their other embraces there is no undercurrent of finality to this kiss, there is no external force waiting to rip them apart the moment their lips separate and they come up for air. No, this is a kiss of welcome, a deep, soulful, exhale of relief. This is everything sliding back into place, fingers clutching, breath mingling, mouths molded together like they were always meant to be. This is coming home.
She is surrounded by the comforting smell of pine, wood smoke and something that is uniquely Robin. The scruff of his beard scrapes across her chin and the calloused pads of his fingers drag across her skin making a shiver run up her spine and she hmms in pleasure, tilting her head to change the angle of the kiss. She would be perfectly content to stay wrapped in this moment with him savoring every sensation, every drag of his lips against hers, every caress of his hands, the way his body presses against hers until there is absolutely no space between them until she is finally able to convince herself that this is real, but there is a distracting tug, tug, tug, on the bottom of her jacket that just won't go away.
Another particularly sharp tug to her jacket hem and the simple "Regina," muttered from below forces her to pull away from the intoxicating presence of her newly returned thief. She feels Robin's groan in protest against her lips more than she hears it and she chuckles warmly in response before glancing down to find the source of the distracting tugging staring up at her, lip drawn between his teeth, and dimples on full display.
"Regina, don't I get a welcome home kiss too?" he questions, big doe eyes shining up at her and arms outstretched waiting for her to lift him into her embrace.
"Of course! I will always have a welcome home kiss for my little knight," she immediately replies, bending down to sweep Roland into her arms and pepper his face with kisses until he is giggling and squirming in her embrace.
She finds herself laughing along with him, reveling in the high pitched squeal of delight coming from the boy in her arms that she never thought she would see again. She pulls back and gives him a final peck on the nose, still grinning from ear to ear when she catches Robin's eye over the top of Roland's head. His eyes are glassy with tears, his gaze weighed with so much love and warmth that it takes her breath away.
Roland breaks the moment, stealing her attention yet again by grasping her cheeks with his tiny hands and turning her face to look back at him. He presses a sloppy kiss to her cheek then throws his arms around her neck, whispering in her ear, "I missed you," before snuggling his face into the curve where her neck meets her shoulder.
She closes her eyes and kisses the top of his head, breathing in the little boy smell of his hair, tears gathering in her eyes and sticking to her lashes.
"I missed you too my little knight. I missed you both so much," she chokes out around the lump forming in her throat as Robin pulls her securely into his side, arm wrapped firmly around her waist. He leans down and seals his mouth over hers, and she tastes the salt of his tears as they mingle with her own.
She never expected to be here, wrapped in the arms of the man she loves, cradling his child in her arms with tears running down her face and so much love and joy filling her heart she's afraid she might burst. Of all the exchanges they've had, the fights and the banter, the passion and desperation, the sorrow and the heartbreak, this is the one she treasures, the one where he returns to her; the salty taste of his tears on her lips, his arms and he scent wrapped around her like a comforting balm. This is her happy ending.