Chapter 6

She was still reeling from the events of the day, and it took her a few moments before she realized what his presence in front of her door with his son meant.

He had told Marian.

A part of her wanted to make it harder for him, while another part just wanted to fall into his arms and weep with joy that he came back to her.

But she would never smash the door into his face while Roland was with him, no matter how angry she still was with his father.

"Of course." She said softly, and opened the door wider to let them in.

The moment Robin put Roland down he stormed up the stairs, almost falling backwards in his haste as he rushed to the room that had been his before his mother had come back, and Regina smiled as his small hand reached for the balustrade to keep himself steady as he shuffled onwards.

"I'm sorry to barge in on you like that." Robin said softly, and she turned around to him. "I … I couldn't stay with her any longer."

"Let me just … give me a few minutes, okay?"

"Sure. I'll tuck Roland in."

He walked up after his son, and Regina let out a soft breath. This whole situation felt slightly surreal, and her eyes wandered to the bottle of wine still standing on the couch table, making her wonder if she maybe had a drop too much and was already hallucinating.

"Regina?" She jerked her head around when she heard his voice, her heart beating frantically in her chest. She had almost convinced herself that she had been dreaming, but he was leaning over the balustrade upstairs, looking down at her. "Roland wants you to read him his bedtime story."

"Sure. I'll be right up."

Reading Roland his bedtime story, grounded her somehow. His body snuggling into her side reminding her of Henry at that age, and her heart rate slowed down as she read the story to him, kissing his forehead afterwards and tucking him in, making her feel safe again. Making her feel ready to face Robin.

But when she came back down again, Robin was lying on the couch, one hand splayed out over his stomach and the other over his head, his mouth slightly open and she watched him for a few moments before she leaned down and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and spread it out over him, letting her fingers ghost over his cheek.

"Good night, Robin."

-/-

She woke up to a small form pressing into her, her arm laying loosely over Roland, and when she turned her head around slowly she saw that Robin had found his way into her bed as well.

She wasn't ready to talk to him just yet, not before she had at least one cup of coffee, and when she turned around to try to slip out of bed over Roland, she saw that he was awake, his wide brown eyes watching her.

"Pancakes?" She asked quietly, and Roland nodded enthusiastically.

Both of them slipped out of the bed without making much noise, and Regina reached for a pair of socks to slip them over her bare feet, hauling Roland up into her arms as they made their way down to the kitchen.

Roland was eating his first pancake with maple syrup when Robin walked in, his hair still slightly disheveled from sleep, making her heart leap into her throat. Turning around to the pan, she threw a short look over her shoulder. "Are you staying?"

She didn't want to verify. She didn't want to ask him directly what she wanted to know. If he would stay forever.

"Yes. I'll stay." He had walked up beside her, his hand brushing over hers. "Forever."

-/-

Henry was staying at Emma's for a few days, and Robin had left the house to bring Roland to his kindergarten. Her nerves fluttering while he was away. They needed to talk, needed to make a plan. They needed to talk about divorce, joint custody and how he wanted to handle it all.

But when he stepped through the door twenty minutes later, she could only walk over to him and wrap her arms around his waist and bury her face in his chest.

They were standing silently for a long time and when they let go of each other, neither of them wanted to talk. She intertwined her fingers with his and pulled him up the stairs and into the bedroom. Right now she needed to feel his naked skin against hers. She just needed him.

Their clothes were discarded in a blink of an eye and they tumbled to the bed, his lips never leaving hers, and then she stopped thinking at all, only felt. His scruff scraping over her cheek and down her throat, his tongue flicking over her nipple and then pushing inside of her, his fingers spreading her before he finally slipped slowly into her and their eyes locked as he moved in and out of her, taking her with slow and deep thrusts until they both tumbled over the edge.

-/-

"Did you sleep with her?"

She was lying half on him, and this was probably not the right time to ask that particular question but she needed to know.

"Yes." He said after a moment of hesitation, his arm tightening around her as if he feared she would jump up and leave.

"How often?"

"Does it matter?"

"It does."

"Twice."

"Only twice?" She prodded, curling her fingers over his chest.

"Yes, only twice." He replied softly. "Because I wanted to save the marriage. But there was nothing left to save, and I shouldn't have tried. I should have told her right from the start. It wasn't fair to her and it wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry."

"I told you before. I understand why you wanted to try. She is Roland's mother. It's her son too." Regina said, hesitating briefly before she admitted. "But I don't like it. I do feel like burning her to a crisp and slapping you silly because you slept with her. But I will restrain myself."

"I am glad to hear that." Robin told her, leaning back to look down at her. "Though you can slap me if it makes you feel better."

"No." She pushed herself up, and leaned on her elbows as she met his eyes. "At least not right now."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Wicked, wicked things, Mr. Locksley." She said, her lips curling up into a smug grin. "Including some toys this world has to offer."

"You will make me pay, won't you?" He groaned.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you will enjoy it too."

"Just please don't mark me where everyone can see it."

She only grinned and snuggled back into his embrace, her fingers trailing over his stomach and lower, her nails scraping over his soft cock, feeling him shiver.

One thing was clear. She would definitely enjoy being the dominant one, her fingers were already itching for the whip and the box of sex toys that she had hidden in her closet.

Closing her fingers around him, she kneaded him softly and felt him stiffen. Clearly he expected her to go rough on him now, but she would save that for later. Right now she just wanted him inside of her again, and she slipped down his body, pressing her lips against his tip, his hands fisting the sheet as she took him into her mouth, sucking him in as far as she could.

"God, Regina."

His hips bucked up from the mattress, a moan slipping over his lips as she hollowed out her cheeks, feeling him swell inside of her mouth and she released him a second later, chuckling lowly when he let out a groan of frustration, his eyes hooded with passion as he looked down at her.

"Come up here." He rasped, pulling her up by her arms.

She slid over him and reached down to position him, so that she only had to rock her hips slightly forward to let him slip in. Sitting up, she started to ride him, relishing in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out.

Suddenly he pushed himself up and wrapped his arms around her, his mouth closing around one nipple as he held her flush against his body, his cock stretching her deliciously, and her walls pounded around him, begging her silently to move, but he didn't let her go, sucking her nipples into tight, throbbing nubs before he loosened his grip on her and she rocked her hips back and forth, staring down at the point where they were joined, alone the sight of his thick cock slipping in and out of her almost made her come and she gasped, her head falling back as his thumb found her clit.

"I love you, Regina." He moaned, and suddenly she was on her back, and he pushed her legs to her chest, his cock hitting her deep, and she dug her nails into his forearms as his thrusts came hard and fast, her stomach clenching seconds before she shot over the edge.

"God, I love you." He growled, pushing into her one last time, spilling his release inside of her.

He crashed down on her afterwards, making it hard for her to breathe. Trailing her fingers through his damp hair, she felt his scruff scraping against her neck as he shifted atop of her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, not willing to let him go yet.

"I love you too."

She felt him softening inside of her, and a jolt ran through her as she realized that they had completely forgotten about protection. Again.

But he was back. He chose her.

It would be okay. If it happened it would be okay.