Muffins! Allo! Oh it feels so good to be writing! I honestly cannot tell you how much your reviews & requests mean to me! The fact that you trust me with your precious ideas is just wondrous, THANK YOU! Anyway, I have been feeling nothing but fluff for a bit, so here is another snippet! (To all of those who have asked for a angsty/non fluffy one shot- worry not! They are coming, most of them I have started, they just stretch my comfort zone in writing immensely so it takes a bit longer!)
With this one, I believe I know what you were asking for Favor... however as I began writing my muse shot off in a completely different direction and your request for snark and frustration became sexual frustration... Biffy laughed. so enjoy (; (as well your first request is in the works as well!)
prompt: can you write one where Robin misses Regina's snark/wit: he tries to banter with Marion and gets frustrated..
He wasn't sure what it was, but something was missing. His wife had been back for a month now and yet he still felt off. He thought it could have been the fact that the last time they had seen each other was 9 years ago for him, but for her it was just days. Then he thought that her switch from the ways of the 20th century Enchanted Forest to a 21st century Storybrooke in a matter of moments may have been a factor. Or maybe it was the now massive age gap, as he had aged through the lost years and Marion, since she was previously-deceased-now-living, had not.
But it was none of those things.
He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was that was so different as his thoughts swirled around on his way downstairs for breakfast.
Marion had suggested that they find a more suitable place to live, as Roland was at an age where living in the woods probably wasn't the best option, so they had moved into a small apartment on the outskirts of town. Robin was confused however as to why they were called 'apartments' when they were all grouped together. Odd.
The move had been quick, and he had insisted on the spot, saying that the small cramped apartment was justifiable because it put them closer to the woods. However he knew in his heart that he had chosen the small place solely because of it's distance from town. It's distance from the people he had come to know and some, to love. It's distance from the Mayor. From Regina.
They had done a good job for the most part, Regina and him. When his dead wife had appeared, almost out of the blue, alive and back in his life, Regina had backed out. Not completely willingly, but out of honor and Robin couldn't have been more proud of her. And more utterly pissed off.
He didn't want her to leave. He knew that it was completely wrong and absolutely horrible of him to be thinking such thoughts, but he couldn't help it.
He didn't like her leaving at all. But not that he could blame her. He had pushed away first. But what was he supposed to do?!
He couldn't have just picked Regina over Marion. Marion was his wife. Technically, previously deceased wife.
But he had said vows, he had made a pact. Till death do us part. And it had parted them, so he had allowed himself to fall in love with the beautiful, sassy, woman, mother, Mayor and Queen, Regina. But now death had been reversed. He may be a thief but he had a code, he had honor. And it was his honor that didn't allow him to cast his cares to the wind and follow his heart. He knew. He knew deep in his soul that if he had chosen Regina, like he would have liked to, he would have regretted it.
What future would that create? Sure, they would have been happy at the time, in love even. But he knew it would have eaten at the back of his mind, tearing at his integrity until he went mad. And that would have ruined him. Ruined them.
How could she ever trust him? A man who would leave his wife, a woman that he had said he loved, and loved truly, for another that he hadn't even professed his feelings for. He knew that he loved Regina, and he knew that somewhere in her heart she knew that to. But leaving one for another would have never been the right choice. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew she would look at him everyday, wondering if maybe, maybe he would do the same to her, and leave her behind too. And he couldn't have that.
So he had done what he didn't want to. What he had despised. And he had chosen the right way, the noble way. And he hated it.
But he was trying. Trying for Marion, trying for Roland, trying for himself.
Rounding the corner he put on a smile, seeing his wife standing in the kitchen, still unsure of how to use all of the new appliances of the day, whilst trying to cook bacon.
"Good morning," he greeted.
Marion turned, eyeing him over her shoulder before snapping back round as the eye of the stove began to burn her hand, "Morning-Ah!"
"Oh God, be careful," Robin responded, rushing to his wife to put her hand under cold water.
"I am never going to get used to these things," Marion sighed, starring at the stove, "especially electricity! How does that even work?!"
Robin only half smiled, remembering how he had been when he first came to the little town of Storybrooke. Of course he had lived in the woods for the beginning, but when he had come over to the other side he had been just as clumsy and hopeless.
That was of course until Regina had showed him.
His smiled widened at the memory of her laughing at him trying to bake turnovers. She had stood there snickering as he had fumbled with the dials on the oven, accidentally hitting the blender sending flour all over himself and the counters, and then nearly burning down the kitchen when he set the oven for 4 hours instead of 40 minutes. She had smirked as she wrapped her arms around him, leaning over his shoulder, pressing him up against the sink as he was trying to wash the flour off his hands.
"Well it's not like using bows to catch your food and eating your meals with sticks."
"Oh ha ha," he said, splashing a flick of cold water at her from over his shoulder. That would teach her.
She had shrieked in the most un-Regina like way and he laughed. He had instantly regretted it however. He felt her arms recoil from him loosing her heat and he turned around expecting to see her playfully smiling back. What he saw however would stay in his memory forever.
Regina had completely backed away from him, her jaw dropped as her whole front side was drenched. He had thought he had only sent a little bit of water back at her but maybe not. But she looked like a goddess. Her hair was perfectly coiffed around her angled face as always. She wore little makeup, choosing to dress in only a loose tee shirt and jeans, one which he could now see through. Her small frame was dwarfed by thelarge apron that she must have received form Henry when he was a child, due to the 'i luv you mom' scribbled on it in paint, that she had dawned. She looked comfortable, she looked natural, she looked beautiful. And he loved every bit of it. Until he saw her eyes.
The light chocolate orbs that he had gotten used to seeing had darkened. His fear senses activated when he saw a fierce flash go through them, and she looked up, a smirk taking the place of her previously shocked expression.
"You think that was funny do you?" Regina asked, her voice tinged with a darkness that sent a jolt through his bones an not too entirely unpleasant way.
"Do you thief?" She began to stalk towards him like a lion would when stalking their prey. Dangerously.
She had the most devilish look in her eyes and Robin found himself completely turned on. The way her body sauntered towards him, made his blood rush faster with every step. She didn't speak again until she reached him, running her hands up his sides, pinning him against the counter, her body flush against him, her breath on his cheek. She whispered into his ear, "You think it's funny to get me wet?"
And he lost it.
He picked her up, swirling around, kissing her with everything he had and she threw it back. When her back hit the cupboards behind them he set her down on the counter top.
She pulled at his shirt as he wound his fingers through her hair.
Their kisses were hot. Tongues battling for dominance and he could taste the brown sugar on her lips that she had sampled from the batter as he devoured her.
When breathing became a necessity, they broke apart, breathes ragged, but only for a second. She looked up at him, eyes swirling with lust and then a puff of purple smoke engulfed her.
A few seconds later she reappeared, clad only in her apron and her red lingerie underneath.
Robin swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, ravaging her with his eyes.
She was a vision, and he wanted nothing more than to taste her.
"What are you waiting for thief?" She said, wrapping her legs around his body, pulling him closer to her.
He started at her throat, kissing and nipping his way down the thin column. He heard her moan as his ministrations followed the curve of her neck, licking his way across the dip of her collar bone. Her fingers curled in his hair and he moved lower, pulling her apron over her head, exposing the tops of her breasts where he put his lips, sucking on them as her went.
He removed the offending apron fully, grabbing her by her full hips, dragging her closer to the edge of the counter top. He made his way down her toned body, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her sides, across her core and on her hip bones. When he reached the inside of her thighs, he heard her gasp.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you, if you sample your dessert first, you'll spoil your dinner?" She said through hitched breaths.
Robin smirked, feeling her hands grip him tighter as his mouth hovered above her sensitive bundle of nerves, hidden under the lacy fabric.
"Well good thing we have turnovers for dessert, because I'm planning on eating you for the main course."
Her eyes snapped open, making contact with him as he removed her underwear and did just that.
"Robin? Robin! Ahh that's cold!"
Robins snapped his eyes open, his thoughts returning to his mind. He was standing in his tiny apartment kitchen, holding his wife's hand under the now freezing water of the sink.
"Sorry! I'm sorry!" He said, immediately removing her hand from his grasp. Turning off the water, he reached for a hand towel.
"Oh no, the bacon!" Marion said, rushing over to the now popping meat, where it sat sizzling on the hot eye. She grabbed the pan from the stove, immediately turning off the eye, trying to shake the bacon to get it to stop from burning.
"Like I said, I don't think I'll ever get used to this!" She spoke, a laugh in her voice.
Robin watched as she saved the breakfast meat from it's overly crispy fate. He couldn't help but feel guilty. He had let her hand freeze and nearly burn the food she was trying so hard to cook because he had been lost, thinking about another woman when his wife was there in front of him.
"Got it! All good!" Marion shouted happily, "Robin, why don't you set the table?"
"What no rocks for plates?" He spoke.
Marion turned around, giving him a confused expression. "What?"
Ah crap, Regina.
"Nothing, it-it's nothing-" he said, shaking the rest of the conversation he had had with Regina after he had finished devouring her and eating the turnovers as dessert from his mind.
"Uh-Okay." Marion said, "So, table? Set it, yes?"
"Yeah." He said turning towards the cupboards.
That's what was wrong. That's what he was missing. It wasn't at all Marion's fault. She was perfect in her own way. She just wasn't Regina.
He missed his meals with Regina.
He just missed Regina.
And no amount of bacon would fix that.
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