My first attempt at writing a sexy scene is at the end of this chapter, BUT it is not required reading for the rest of the story for anyone who wants to skip it. Otherwise there is plenty of non-sexy outlaw queen interaction in the first part of this chapter :) I hope you like it. Thanks for all the reviews, favs and follows! I love getting them, and it really keeps me writing. I'm hoping to wrap this up before season 4 starts, so hopefully the updates will keep coming.
Chapter 16
She needs to see Robin, feels a desperate pull to have his arms around her. What if things change, what if they have already had too much of an affect, and somehow they never find each other in their time? It seems like a long shot, that her entire relationship would change because of this, but she has never had much luck in love, and at the moment all she wants is to spend every moment she can holding the man she is slowly admitting she loves, her soulmate.
As the fire comes into view, she spots Roland in the arms of his father, but 'her' Robin is no where to be seen. Her heart plummets, throat constricts, but slowly calmness seeps into her skin, through her flesh, as she watches the man holding his son. Even if he is not the exact man she sought, his presence seems to have the same soothing affect on her. A discontent sigh escapes her mouth as she turns back to her own tent, the solitude she'd been searching for earlier, now feeling more like a daunting loneliness.
It is dark in her tent now, her hair falling in front of her face, sheltering her eyes, as she looks down to her hand and conjures a lantern. Letting the tent flap fall closed behind her, a shiver chases through her body, and suddenly she is very glad she will have a bed with numerous blankets covering her tonight to maintain warmth.
"I see you have regained the use of your magic." A voice states from inside her tent, hidden in the darkness. At the sound, Regina's lips turn up into a smirk, an exhale leaving her lungs, taking along her worries. She needs this man, relies on him more than she'd like, because he makes her feel like maybe, maybe even she can have a happily ever after.
She lifts her head, her hair moving softly away from her eyes. Summoning forth her magic, she evokes the light in her hand to burn just a little brighter, and float into the center of her tent, hovering and landing on the chair Rumple had conjured earlier, blanketing the entire space in a dim blaze, casting shadows that dance with the flame.
"It is." She responds, smiling at the way he grins and sucks his lower lip between his teeth. Robin is sitting on the bed, and she wonders if he has the same notion as Henry, if he thinks she is cheating in some way by having a bed rather than a sleeping bag. The way he sits there now, absorbed in the plush mattress, she thinks he must not mind it at all.
"I heard," he starts speaking, breaking eye contact briefly before continuing, "that you had an interesting...encounter with my former self." His eyes find hers sending a pointed look.
Her brown orbs fall shut, and she shakes her head, almost imperceptibly before responding, "I planned on telling you." She says, leaves it at that while she walks toward him and sits on the edge of the mattress beside him. His clothing is more relaxed now she notices. He has removed his boots, jacket, and scarf, settled on her bed comfortably. This must be a good thing, the fact that he doesn't look like he is ready to rush away from her, but rather looks content to stay. "Are you upset?"
"I do not doubt you Regina." Robin responds solemnly. "I trust you would have told me, and I cannot find it in myself to be upset at either one of you." His hand finds the top of her thigh, giving her flesh a reassuring squeeze through the thin layer of material separating skin. "After all, he is me, I am him...how can I be upset that you are drawn to me, all of me as it were, past, present, and I hope, future." A smirk lifts his lips again triggering his dimples before he continues, "and I certainly don't blame myself. I mean, you are irresistible."
Another squeeze to her thigh as Robin compliments her causes a small smile to form on her face. She already feels less insecure, less anxious about their situation, about Rumple's plan, and she has only been with this man for minutes. The way he can so easily reassure her, has her stomach fluttering, and emotions surging.
"True." She mutters in a simple response, not trusting that she won't spill forth her feelings for this man like a broken dam if she does not keep her mouth closed.
"Honesty, it seems like you did the man a world of good. He can see past the grief that is weighing him down, believe that one day, when the time comes, he can love again, will love again. He can have a second chance. You gave that to him, gave that to me." Robin states with a grateful expression coloring his face, love and compassion simmering in his gaze.
"Too bad he won't remember." Her hand finds his cheek, the rough stubble brushing the skin on her fingers, and a sad smile tugging at her mouth.
"If it takes me forgetting you in order to find you once again, so be it. You are worth the wait Milady." His grin widens, a gleam in his eye, and the look on his face causes her stomach to flutter and her heart to beat faster, rushing blood through her veins.
The words he speaks fill her soul with happiness. She truly cannot believe this was meant for her. He was meant for her, and although she will never regret her past, never regret the path that led her to Henry, she is sad. She is sad that she missed out on so many years with the man in front of her. The hand she has placed on his cheek glides over his face to his hair, to his neck, then to the back of his head before she pulls him to her, closing the distance, and pressing her lips to his. It is a soft kiss, gentle, promising, and he pulls away slowly looking satisfied and content.
"Where were you just now?" he questions casually, opening his eyes that had closed briefly during their kiss. "I have been waiting in this very comfortable bed for quite awhile." The playful smirk remains on his lips, and she wishes he wouldn't do that, wishes his lips would get tired, because that smug look of his is quite distracting.
"I wanted to see Rumplestiltskin." She states, the smile playing on her lips turning down into a frown as she is pulled from distraction to reality. "I believed he had a plan in mind for returning us home and fixing this disaster."
"And does he?" Robin questions earnestly.
"Yes." Her hand falls away from him, down to his own still gripping her thigh. "I am not sure it will work." She says candidly, a look of concern washing over her features, knitting her brow. "I'm worried that our future might be affected in some way. I'm worried it could affect us, what we have." The hand she laid on his squeezes snuggly, reassuring herself that for right now, at least, he is still with her.
"Regina," he begins, but she cuts him off at the look of hopefulness in his eyes.
"Please do not say you will always find me, we are not the Charmings."
"No. Luckily, we are not, but I do believe what we have is destined." He pauses, taking the moment to turn his hand on her lap, entangling their fingers in a comforting grasp. "When we met in the enchanted forest, I felt connected to you. At the time I thought I related to your grief, but then, after forgetting one another, we came together again in StoryBrooke." A smile graces his face as he silently reminisces in front of her. "And now here," he chuckles, "my past self can't stay away from you either," his eyes move from their joined hands to meet her gaze, "and you seem drawn to him as well."
"Robin," she starts with every intention of contradicting him, but closes her mouth. They both know what he says is true, and it does not upset him, not in the least.
"We are meant to be Regina." He stares at her pointedly, his gaze searing into her soul. "I hope this plan of the dark one's does not alter our time, but if it does, if somehow we do not meet as we did, or find each other the same way, I am certain of one thing," Robin turns his body to face her full on, his hand moving from hers, each of them lifting to her face, her hair, "we will meet. We will have our story Regina. We are meant to be."
"Thank you." She raises her arm, splays her fingers across his chest, feeling his muscles flex below the thin fabric of his tunic.
"So, when are you planning on discussing the plan with the others?" Robin asks, and she is grateful for him lightening the moment, distracting her from the concern dragging at her mind.
"Tomorrow morning. Rumple will fill everyone in on his strategy, and hopefully, they will be willing participants." She responds calmly.
"Well then, it seems we have tonight, Milady." He says, his voice switching to a seductive tone.
"Yes. It would appear so." She nods her head, a chuckle escaping through her smiling mouth.
"Why are we wasting our time talking about Rumplestiltskin?"
Robin's eyes lower to her lips, then lift again as his tongue slips across his lower lip, his teeth gently nipping at both, "Alas, let me rectify the situation."
This chapter can end here or continue reading below for Robin/Regina sexy times. None of the section below is necessary to read for the rest of the story. (M-RATED)
The sound of Robin's voice, deepened from lust, has her skin smoldering, but the feel of his tongue meeting her's causes the heat to rush past her skin, through her tissues, fizzling into her bones. Her growing arousal warms her entire body while she still shivers at his touch, his hands moving against the skin on her neck, entangling in her hair.
Her own hands find their way behind his neck, arms embracing him, pulling him impossibly closer to her until she lays on her back, body pushing into the mattress with his weight above her. Robin's leg nestles between her own, causing a glorious pressure between her thighs, and another just below her hip where she can feel his growing erection.
Their mouths continue exploring each other, and she thinks that this will never get boring, the feeling of his lips on hers, their tongues dancing. Her breath hitches as the hand not still twirling her hair glides across her neck, lowering between the valley of her breasts, before Robin lifts himself, pulling away slightly with a frustrated sigh.
"You are wearing far too many layers." He declares, a raspy edge to his voice, as he pushes the jacket and scarf from her shoulders. Regina lifts into a sitting position to be completely rid of the material while Robin moves completely off of her, settling on his knees on the ground in front of her.
Quickly, he rids her of one boot, then the other before his hands journey up her calves, find her thighs. His gaze returns to hers as she sits on the mattress in front of him, and the heat in his blue depths forces an ache into her body, screaming for him to touch every inch of her skin.
The next minute passes in a haze, lips crashing, tongues dueling, hands pushing and urging clothing away. She has his shirt removed rather quickly, but then finds herself captivated with the way his tongue twirls and tickles at the delicate skin of her neck. While she is lost in pleasure, he is able to remove her sweater, as well as the layer beneath until she sits before him in nothing but her bra and leggings.
His mouth greedily lands on the valley between her breasts as he lavishes open mouthed kisses to her chest. His tongue trails the line of her bra causing her nipples to pebble and harden in anticipation. Regina swiftly removes her hands from the man in front of her, unclasping the bra, and lowering it from her shoulders, eager to feel his soft caress where she needs it most. Robin does not disappoint, his lips lowering to her breast almost immediately, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
A strangled moan slips past her lips, and her eyelids flutter shut, her back arching, increasing the contact between them. Luckily she is lucid enough to recall where they are, and just how little privacy they truly have at the moment. With a wave of her hand, a wisp of purple and white leaves her fingers.
"What was that?" Robin questions pulling back from her breast, brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes still darkened from excitement.
"A sound proofing spell," she manages between panting breaths. His hands have found their way to the waist of her pants, fingers bent beneath the band on either side of her hips, and she is having trouble thinking clearly.
His lips form into a wide smile, dimples growing even deeper. It seems he very much likes the affect he has on her, and he does not waste another minute of their time together. He swiftly pulls down her pants along with her underwear in one hasty movement, only pausing to push her onto her back and lift her slightly to aid in the removal of her clothing.
There she lays before him, completely exposed, and although the air is chilly surrounding them, she does not take notice, not when his gaze his searing her skin so intensely.
"Regina," he whispers from his kneeled position in front of her, "you are beautiful. So beautiful."
Now his hands follow the same path they previously traversed, up her calves, up her thighs, but his touch is more gentle to her naked skin. The way his fingers glaze over her flesh, the way his eyes follow the curves of her body up to her face, meeting hers. It makes her feel cherished, loved, in a way she has not felt ever in her life.
"I love you Regina. All of you," he says, eliciting a small gasp from her lips, "and I will spend every moment of the rest of our lives showing you, as long as you let me."
She hadn't expected this, hadn't expected a declaration of love, but the words leaving his mouth do something to her. She can feel her heart clenching, burning, and she is sure if she were to pull it from her chest at this moment it would be the reddest she has seen it in years, darkness fading underneath the love that surges in her veins. She knows it is crazy. They have only been together for weeks. Have had a tumultuous relationship from their first meeting in the Enchanted Forest, but none of it matters because no matter how crazy it seems to her logically, she knows she feels the same.
Robin does not give her a moment to respond, his lips finding the inside of her knee as her breath quickens. Air leaves her lungs in quick pants as he slowly, almost torturously, kisses his way up her inner thigh, moving nearer and nearer to where she is wet and waiting for him. Then he is is there, tongue darting between her folds, tentatively at first, testing to see what she likes, what she wants.
His hands glide slowly toward her core, spreading her further until his tongue is circling and flicking over her clit, and her back is arching, mind spinning, heart beating rapidly ready to burst from her chest. This feels so good, his tongue feels so good.
She fists one hand into the bedding beneath her, allowing the other to travel across her stomach, passed her navel, resting in his hair, gently grasping. Moans and whimpers are coming freely from her mouth between the gasping and panting breaths. His tongue is amazing, and if she thought she was sad before at missing years with this man, she is even more sad knowing she could have enjoyed this all that time.
His licks have steadied into a glorious rhythm, his mouth occasionally sucking at her, and she is so close to coming, so close to the edge, the precipice of pleasure waiting for her to topple over, and then she feels a finger swipe through her folds just beneath his chin. Slowly he pushes that finger to her entrance, deep into her, stretching her slightly, and the hand in his hair switches from gentle grasping to harsh tugging and pulling as sensation overwhelms her. He pumps his finger into her a few times before adding a second, thrusting deeply inside, angling just right to hit that perfect spot.
His tongue continues licking and lapping at her, fingers pistoning in and out, pushing her higher and higher. Her muscles clench and tighten before releasing and tensing again as she falls over the edge. A moan and whimper of his name leaves her mouth as she pushes at his head and shoulders, his mouth still working her core, fingers still finding that spot, and it is suddenly too much as she is gasping for air to enter her lungs.
He slows his ministrations before finally removing the contact of his tongue and lips from her wet center, allowing her to breath, come down from her high as she seeks out his form, devouring him with her aroused gaze.
He is still in front of her, standing now, and she watches him lower his own pants, the last article of clothing separating them gone, his throbbing erection evident. She eagerly moves up the bed, inviting him along with her. Robin kneels in front of her on the bed, slowly bending over her, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as she brings her legs to wrap around his waist. They feel exceptionally heavy and limp, muscles relaxed and loosened from her lingering orgasm.
Robin's lips lower from her mouth, caress her jaw, nip at her ear, and she is no longer patient. She finds she cannot wait any longer to have this man inside of her, wants to feel him thrusting and shuddering above her so she moves her hand down his chest, glides her nails across his stomach before encircling the tip of his length in her fingers.
He gasps at the touch, her name slipping passed his lips like a prayer, and she lifts her head to meet his mouth with hers while she guides him to her entrance. He glides into her tantalizingly, slow at first, waits until he has filled her to the hilt before he releases the breath he has been holding against her neck. He remains still for a moment, and she is grateful, focuses on the delight of having her muscles stretching and pulsing around him.
Regina begins rocking her hips, telling him she is ready, a silent plea to continue, and he does. He pulls back and thrusts forward, gently at first, his movements languid and slow, but then he picks up pace, and she is already close again. Her body quivering with anticipation of another orgasm. He hikes her knees up, position them in his elbows as his thrusts become more powerful, and the angle he finds is just right to have him probing that spot inside of her with each rock of his hips. Her hands are clawing his shoulders, his back, and ribs as she bites lightly at his clavicle to muffle the moans coming from her mouth.
"Regina, I cannot last much longer." Robin murmurs into her ear, his hand moving between their colliding bodies, using his thumb to tease her clit with increasing pressure at each thrust.
"You feel amazing." She whispers into his mouth as she captures his lips in another searing kiss, and normally she would be embarrassed by her blatant vulnerability, but not with him, not with Robin.
As it turns out he does not need to last much longer because with another thrust and a harsh brush against her clit she is clenching around his length, tightening and gripping, until his motion becomes irregular and a feral growl leaves his lips. He thrusts into her one final time, her muscles still clenching, milking him inside of her.
They are both panting, sweating, limbs wrapped tightly around the other. In his arms she feels safer than she ever has in her life, and she is not afraid, she knows they will not be separated.
He lifts his head just enough so he can view her face, and she finally lets the words escape her mouth, words she has feared since she first knew she could feel them again, "I love you."
A smile mirrors her own, and they don't move. They stay like that, draped in eachothers arms as Regina conjures a blanket to lay over the top of them.