Hello loves! First, yes, I will be updating Two Heads as well as No Strings however this one shot just popped into my head and I needed to write it! This is a very AU little fic, it comes from a very hot scene that I just watched in a movie on Netflix called 'In Secret' with Tom Felton (woohoo Draco Malfoy!), Elizabeth Olsen, and Jessica Lange! I didn't actually get to finish the movie but this scene definitely stood out because it was so perfect for OQ. The text is literally taken word for word and even I was amazed how well it translated for these characters.

Just as a preface, this is a OQ fic where Regina is engaged to Leopold but then she meets Sir Robin. Do Enjoy... oh yes, and it's rated T+ (:

Thank you to ID for beta'ing the beginning of this, her eyes were burning and yet she still decided to help meQ Thank you lovely, you're the best! Ruffles

Brush Me Again

I'm not entirely sure when my body fell asleep, but I know it was somewhere around an hour ago. I have been waiting for my fingers to go, my toes had been the first to succumb to the painful tickles of tiredness and now it appeared that the condition was finally moving upwards through my body. My brain was the only part of me that seemed to still remain cognizant, as I never could seem to turn that part of my anatomy off. I shifted as I heard Leopold speak.

"I've tried, I just can't imagine it." he said, his heavy body still unbelievably still, only his thick, greasy lips were moving.

"What?" Came the voice of the man across the room.

"Standing there with pallet and brush in hand while a woman takes off her clothes."

"Can't you?" the man said.

"I wouldn't know where to look..."

"There are dozens of places."

"My hand would shake!" Leopold exclaimed, shaking his meaty hands as if to prove his point. When he put them back down he continued, "I'd be hypnotized."

"Well the model is hypnotized too." the man said nonchalantly, with an air of remembrance as he dabbed at the colors on his pallet, swirling the deep greens and blues that he had placed there not three hours ago together.

"Do you look at her face?" Leopold asked.

"Mhmm," The man mused. Swiping a good amount of paint onto his brush, "I look at her body - I listen, trying to hear what the body is saying."

"I have to go wee!" Leopold supplied, with a shake of his head. I shuddered at the sound of his childish laughter, but the deep chuckle of the man across the room drew my attention.

"Maybe," he said, still chuckling, "but the body says other things."

"... Love me? I suppose," Leopold said with a raise of his unruly eyebrows after a few moments of deep thought.

The man nodded.

"The first model I ever had was this beautiful redhead; natural red, as I quickly discovered..." Sir Robin trailed off.

I had met him not more than a night ago. Leopold had gone out under mamas request, to fetch some bread and wine for the festivities that night. It was to be our weekly dinner with the rest of the town, and she had planned it out so that it would be the night where we announced to everyone our engagement. When Leopold had returned from the market however, he was not alone. He had announced the man that he had brought back with him to be Sir Robin, a friend of his that he had grown up with back in Sherwood. Mama instantly invited him in as she considered anyone that was a friend of Leopold's to be a friend of hers. Sir Robin ended up staying the night, regaling us with many of his fine stories of adventure and mischief in Paris and we had forgotten to announce our engagement. It wasn't until later that someone brought up the subject of art and Leopold supplied that Sir Robin was the best painter he had ever seen this side of Marseille. That was how we ended up here now, sitting in the attic with the window forced wide open in order to get the most amount of light that we could. I felt my eyes squint as I looked at Sir Robin now, his sandy hair combed back, but a few curly strands were left in his face.

He was biting his lip, so completely focused on the portrait before him that he was painting of Leopold that he wouldn't notice me trying to read between the lines of his text as I could tell that there was some unfinished thought there however what it was, I was not sure.

"But the only problem being, that this, wonderful creature was deaf as a brick." He finished, swiping his brush on the canvas.

Leopold's bushy eyebrows rose.

"Couldn't call out adjustments, I had to -" the blonde man stopped, his left hand paused momentarily, hanging in mid air, as if he was searching for the right word. "Mold her," he settled on. "Just like a sculptor, part by part."

"One afternoon," he continued, twirling his brush as a faint gleam shimmered through his eyes. "I wanted her legs to be a bit wider. So I went to move her knees apart with my hands but my touch was clumsy..." he set his brush down, walking around the picture, drawing both Leopold's and mines attention as his dark eyes seemed to sparkle brighter. "And then," he said, "On a hunch, I touched the inside of her thigh, the tip of the brush, where the skin is soft as cream and warm. The lightest touch of a camels hair..."

I felt goosebumps pebble over my skin as the air shifted and the attractive man across the room moved closer.

"And did she make the small move you were after?" Leopold questioned.

Sire Robin nodded. "She did."

"And what was her body saying to you?"

I felt my breath hitch, catching up in my throat as if there was a covering there that wouldn't let it escape nor flow throughout my body and provide me with the necessary oxygen that I needed to stay alive.

Sir Robin stepped forward again, this time however his eyes were directly on me as he spoke and I discovered that they were the distinct shade of royal blue.

"...Brush me again."

My breath left me.

Without the faintest idea of how I managed it, I spoke up, fanning myself as I did so. "Did Mama call?"

"Yes, I did." Madame Cora said, walking into the room , "About five minutes ago,"

"It's a painting Madame," Sir Robin spoke from across the room, stepping back behind the portrait. "Not a roast!"

"Yes, great art takes time, Madame!" Leopold threw in.

Mama laughed, however the sound that emanated from her lips could not quite be classified as a joyous one as it was more sharp and pungent, meant to dissuade rather than applaude.

"Just one small peek!" Cora said.

"Ah! Can't be done I'm afraid," Sir Robin stuck out the hand in which he was using to paint, holding the paint covered brush near her dress.

Madame Cora gasped, not quite sure whether she was more appalled at his audacity to stain her pristinely red dress with purple paint, or that the man wouldn't let her see his painting in her own home!

Regaining her posture she spoke, "But I could be called away to heaven before it's completed!"

"Oh no I doubt it Madame," Sir Robin spoke somberly. He shook his head most adamantly, as a look of pure disbelief on his face, "My guess is you'll see us all snug on our graves."

"What a horrible thought," Mama responded instantly, however the slight pause between her turning from the man who was painting and back towards her soon to be new son granted me enough time to see her face, and the small wicked smile that was on it.

Cora continued to turn, walking back across the room and dropping a kiss on Leopold's cheek.

"Madame, I'm posing!" He said, smiling in a way that would surely ruin his facial features if Sir Robin had been analyzing them right now, however he wasn't for when I looked up I spotted his piercingly blue eyes on me. My breathing hitched.

At that precise moment Mama spoke again.

"Regina, now!"

I stood up instantly, making to follow after Mama until I heard the accented voice of Sir Robin speaking from behind me.

"Don't move!" I stopped, as he continued softly, "I've painted your shadow into the picture."

I looked back, spotting the man over my shoulder.

His eyes were on me, his gaze intense as he begged me with his eyes not to leave. Feeling my body temperature rising, I quickly wagered which fate would be worse.

I did not want to upset Mama and have her think I was deliberately disobeying her orders, for I would hate to see the punishment that came with, but on the other hand, I would hate it far worse to just stand up and leave after the man who was painting the bust of my soon to be husband asked me to stay. I did the equations in my head and I figured that it would be far worse to go and disregard the man's requests as he was a highly esteemed guest, visiting our household, and if I were to leave now Mama would surely hear about it and be even more upset that I disobeyed him. I turned back, pivoting on my foot and sat down in the small chair.

Robin's eyes went back to the painting, but I could see the faint smile that curled up on his pink lips.

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Hours later I still sat in the same spot. By now, my back was killing me and I had lost all feeling of my posterior.

But it was worth it as Sir Robin threw back the rag that he had garnered at one point during the painting, and announced that the portrait was done.

It was a wonderful piece. Deep greens and blue, all swirling about in tiny, infinitesimal brush strokes. Each stroke weaving together to make an image.

I would have liked the picture a lot better however if it had had a different center piece, and not the vile man in which I was being forced to marry. The marriage had been Mama's idea, a way to bring together our tarnished house with one that was thriving and end up saving our name in the process. I had protested but in the end she had won out. She always wins out. As a result I had been forced to spend countless nights in his presence, being subjected to his child like ways and inexperienced touch.

It wasn't as if Leopold were a revolting lover, he just wasn't a lover at all. He had no interest in touching me other than when necessary, a hold of the wrist when walking or removing a strand of my long black hair whenever the wind picked it up. He seemed to hold no other desires for me other than for me to be his trophy of a wife. It would have been a beautiful thing if I was one of those girls that feared intimacy, but I wasn't. All I ever wanted was someone to hold me, to cherish me, to ravish me. Staring at the picture in front of me now I felt my brain turning. I was already being forced to marry this repulsive man who did not know how to treat a woman, was it not enough that now I was going to have to stare at his putrid face even when he was away from home?

"What do you think?" Leopold asked, adjusting and readjusting his ascot as if to match that of the pictures perfect bow. "Is distinguished the word ?"

"It's a word," Cora responded, her response quiet.

Sir Robin, however, was not.

"Thank you," he said loudly, from the opposite side of the room.

Mama didn't have enough bones in her body to look ashamed however and she ignored him, turning her back towards the painting and her eyes on Leopold, "It's just so... blue... and so... grey."

"It resembles my soul Madame!" Leopold announced proudly, stepping up onto his high heel as he enunciated.

I could not help but roll my eyes.

"Oh," Cora said, inserting one of her humourless laughs again while turning to Sir Robin, "is that what you were after? His soul."

Sir Robin stood steady, "I paint what I see Madame."

Cora laughed again, tilting her head back around to Leopold. "It does grow on one."

"So does mange." Sir Robin responded and I had to bite back a laugh that threatened to escape.

"Oh no, don't belittle yourself!" Mama cooed, "You've given us a glimpse of something- eternal."

Sir Robin dipped his head with a smirk, laughing on an exhale.

The doorbell downstairs rung.

"Oh no, not another guest." Cora complained, turning reluctantly away from the scene.

She was stopped however as Leopold stepped in front of her, "Oh let me go out and get a bottle of champagne to celebrate!" He cheered.

"Yes!" Mama responded.

"Oh, no no no, two bottles!" Leopold whooped, his bloodshot eyes lighting up. "And then we can come back here and marvel and Robin's masterpiece!

Cora nodded once, responding, "But hurry!"

"Of course Madame." Leopold agreed. With one last look at the painting he took in a great breath through his nose, puffing up his overly large chest as he tugged down once on his coat. Taking an overly large finger he brushed it once through his receding hair, realizing that it was on his head exactly where Sir Robin had painted it.

"Marvelous!" He exclaimed, with a clap, "It really is an extraordinary thing!"

"Thank you dear friend," he said, turning back to Sir Robin with a beaming smile of pride and gratitude.

Sir Robin raised his hands, shrugging as he bowed his head in the acceptance of praise.

With a flourish Leopold made his way to the door, leaving myself the only sole survivor on that side of the room.

My hands were still on my face, my left arm wrapped around my waist in protection as much as nervousness as I stared directly at the portrait, trying to put off an relaxed air as I contemplated the various brush strokes.

"And you?" Sir Robin said.

"Me what?" I breathed, realizing that this was the first time that the man had spoken to me other than for formalities.

"Do you like it?"

I stared at the gorgeous painting of the most revolting man I had ever known. The workmanship was divine. Every brush stroke was unique, blending and contouring Leopold's nauseating face beautifully. However, it wasn't much the painting that was holding my attention at the moment. My heartbeat was racing, internal temperature rising up. If I hadn't known better I would have said I had left the cold of Paris and gone to some exotic island where the palm trees swayed and the sun beat down on azure waves. But I know I hadn't. I was still in the attic, standing in front of the painting as the golden light of the setting sun began to disappear, feet away from the most attractive man that I had ever seen, who had been subtly staring at me all day and was now asking me for my opinion.

"You said you could paint..." I began.

"Unbutton your blouse."

My heart shot into my throat, beating as fast as the hooves of a horse on the ground mid gallop.

"We don't have time." I whispered.

Sir Robin tilted his head, giving me a look. When his eyes drifted downwards and lingered on my breasts however I realized that he was not referring to painting.

As if my hands were not mine to control, they went up to the neck of my blouse, unbuttoning the hundreds of small buttons that lay there, nimbly making their way down until they reached the top of my under garments.

I hesitated only momentarily, and that was when Sir Robin stood up from the spot where he had been resting against the grand desk, making his way quickly over to me.

My fingers hadn't even made it the whole way down when I felt his strong hand run through the soft strands of my hair, his lips pressing to mine in a passionate embrace.

How did he know? How did he know that this was exactly what I had wanted? Was it the fact that my abhorrence for Leopold had begun to show so clearly through the expressions on my face or was it merely because he was a man who knew the attractive power that his build, look and presence held and therefore he thought it right to force it on me?

But he wasn't. He wasn't forcing himself on me. He had asked, in a roundabout sort of way, given me the time and space to decide whether or not to go through with this. It was I who had chosen in the end to stay up in the attic when Mama and Leopold had both left, leaving me alone with a strange man. And it was I that had chosen to listen to his request when he asked me to unbutton my blouse.

His body led mine, the warmth of his mouth making my lips open and I breathed him in as I kissed him back.

Suddenly his other hand was on me, fingers going straight to the loosened part of my blouse, popping the remaining fastenings open with one swift tug.

I gasped, my eyes threatening to flutter open at the sudden show of brute force out of the man, but I quickly recovered as his lips covered my own again, swallowing my shock down whole.

His mouth went to my neck and I suddenly found out how hard I was breathing as I could now hear my pants as the left my body in warm but shallow exhales, each hitting his skin and making the small hairs on the back of his neck shiver.

His mouth moved lower, biting me, but not harshly, an intense mixture of pleasure and pain on my skin and I felt myself growing hot under his ministrations.

"Am I hurting you?" I heard him ask as his lips trailed across my throat.

All I could hiss was a 'Yesss,' but before he pulled away I wrapped my arms around him, directing his head right back to the spot in which he had been sucking on a moment before.

Eagerly he bit down, his teeth sinking into my tender skin. The tip of his lower lip grazed over the exposed flesh of my breast and I shivered releasing a soft moaning sound.

"Don't moan," he ordered raspily.

"You're going to make this hard to keep quiet."

He bit down again and I felt another moan coming up, so I quickly brought my hands up his back, propelling his head up to mine and kissing him on the lips, letting him swallow the sound.

His hands slid down my body as his feet walked forward, pushing mine backwards and I stumbled a bit as I felt my back hit the wall behind me.

My left foot gave out and my back slipped causing me to go down swiftly, Sir Robin following my every move.

Somehow, in the process, we landed up on top of the bench that I had been sitting on for the past 8 hours straight, however this time I was in a much more compromising position

His hands continued to roam over me, one palm slipping in between my blouse and my under garments, squeezing lightly on the mounds of flesh that he found there.

I gasped again and he bit down on my neck to get me to stop from releasing it

Very quickly he spun me around, until my back his the solid part of the bench, and, in an instant, I felt his entire weight pressed down on me, however it wasn't as suffocating as I had imagined. However, in retrospect, I do believe he had been supporting most of it on his forearms, trying to do his best from crushing me.

I felt the hand that was in my shirt, make its way to the back of my collar, where he found the last button. With a pop, the material came undone and a moment latter the top of my dress was off.

Robin didn't even hesitate, his mouth going straight to where I wanted him the most. He stayed their for a good ten minutes, equally nibbling and ravishing each breast with a kindness that one did not find normally outside of books. I felt my head spin until I could not see anything but stars and I let him take me to them.

Fin

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ruffles