Hey guys! To those who celebrate it, hope you all have had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I give this update as a bit of a post-Thanksgiving treat ;) It was a challenge, yet incredibly fun to write! Hope you enjoy it!

She's awoken by a light tapping, a gentle rapping on what she can assume is the side of the passenger door. The knocking is rhythmic, but relentless. Keeping her eyes closed, Regina frowns, pulling her brows together as she shifts even deeper into her seat; her knees brought up against her chest, the front of her legs pressed against the steering wheel. Eyes squeezing shut, she wills herself to go back to sleep. But it's to no avail, as it seems someone else harbors other ideas.

"Will you stop that?" Regina eventually scolds.

Robin smirks, turning his head to gaze at the brunette's endearing, scrunched up features. "What?" he retorts, pretending to be oblivious. "Oh, this?" He continues to tap, louder this time.

"You're such a nuisance, you know that?" Regina groans.

"You knew I was when you met me," Robin quips with a chuckle. But he ceases tapping, dropping his hand from the edge of the car door back into his lap.

"And still, you insist on proving me right. Do you want me mad at you all the time? I was in the middle of a good nap," Regina whines.

"You were snoring."

At this, Regina's eyes widen as she abruptly pushes herself up to sit straighter. "I don't snore!"

"Oh yes you do," Robin states. A shit-eating grin spreads wide across his face as he imitates her exact snoring to the best of his ability.

But his fun lasts for all of two seconds as suddenly he's receiving quite the painful slap to the shoulder. The woman is strong.

"Will you quite that?!" Regina exclaims, "Seriously, what is up with you today?"

Robin rubs his shoulder. However, he is still not yet able to completely erase his devilish yet frustratingly adorable smirk from his lips. He shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just terribly bored sitting in this car for—" he checks his watch "—thirty minutes already."

"Oh my god," Regina groans aloud, "What are you, five?"

At this, the man laughs. "I think you're finding it all quite amusing," he retorts.

"What makes you say that?" Regina snaps, doing her best to glare at him.

Robin shrugs. "I don't know," he replies simply, "I can just tell. For instance, you're blushing."

Regina's hand flies to her very much heated cheek. "I am not," she states, trying to look horrified.

"You are too," Robin retorts with a raise of his brow, "And you're biting your lip. You're biting back a smile."

In that instant, Regina releases her lower lip upon the realization that, all this time, she's been sucking at it. She gazes at the fisherman with wide chocolate eyes. Her eyes can't help but automatically land on his lips, as they spread into an even wider grin. It seems as if Robin holds some kind of power over her, as after moments of resistance, Regina can't help but fall victim to his charm. She lets free a small smile, shaking her head. Snorting at her own emotional reaction, she takes her gaze from his sparkling blue eyes.

"You're quite the psychologist aren't you?"

Robin chuckles lightly. "It doesn't take a psychologist to figure this one out," he replies, "As enigmatic as you can be, you also aren't as subtle as you think you are."

Regina raises her brow. "Huh," she huffs, "And what would you consider yourself to be?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm sort of an open book," Robin answers truthfully with a shrug.

"I can see that," the brunette says, gazing back at him; her head gently tilts.

A small, shyer smile overtakes the man's lips as he gazes back at her, watching her studying him. It's then that he realizes that so much has happened these days that both he and Regina have not had the chance to actually stop and see one another, to really get to know one another amidst the drama, angst, and petty bantering (no matter how much he may enjoy it).

"What do you see?" Robin asks curiously.

Regina sighs, shaking her head. She shrugs a shoulder, her brows pulling together in a slight frown. "There's a lot more to you than I thought there was," she answers truthfully.

"Like what?" Robin questions. He's not offended by her answer. He knows how removed he used to be, the solitary life he chose; the life he thought was enough.

"I don't know—you just—you're far more animated than I thought you were." Regina shakes her head. "You know I would catch a glimpse of you every once in a while, sitting all alone at the edge of the dock or jetty with your fishing pole. I kinda used to feel bad. I rarely saw you with anyone." She smiles softly. "But now, after seeing how you and Reya just seemed to connect so easily, so quickly, I see that you're so much more. You're kind of like her, you know." Regina looks up at him, her eyes shining with sincerity. It's a look even she's not so used to. She's never wanted to explain anything to such a depth with Steve as she does now. "You have hope," she says quietly, "You have belief, faith. And curse or not, just having that is something that's admirable." She lowers her gaze. "Because, I know I don't."

Robin shakes his head, taken aback at the brunette's sudden eloquence. It's the most he's ever gotten out of her so far. And it's that willingness to tell him this that gives him that exact hope of which she has spoken. "Regina," he sighs softly, "Of course you do. There is hope in you—and belief, and faith. All of that is inside you. Reya knows it. I know it too. We both believe it."

"You believe in the curse? In these stories?" She knows she has asked him before. But things have changed.

"It's not so much about the curse or these stories, Regina. It's about you." Robin shakes his head again. "You know the first time I saw you, I was immediately intrigued not only by your beauty, although that was certainly part of it, but to your aura. I meant it when I said it. You are a mystery beyond compare. Behind your eyes, I saw something so deep, so profound, that I couldn't help but become...captivated. I wanted to know you, Regina, the real you. And God only knows the universe works in mysterious ways. But truthfully, I thank my lucky stars that Reya showed up with you on my doorstep and I got to look into your eyes again and again as our paths kept colliding. I see the hope in your eyes, the fire, the belief. It's deep inside you. Both Reya and I have told you time and time again. And you know you only need to be brave to let it out."

His speech moves her almost to tears. Of course, Regina knew that he liked her, but never to such a degree. She doesn't even know how to respond, if she can even respond at all. No one had ever said such things to her as he has just now…not even Steve. The brunette sucks in her breath, shaking her head as her eyes begin to turn glossy. "Robin…" she whispers, looking to him with wide, shining eyes.

Robin shakes his head. Unable to help himself, he leans forward and presses his lips to hers; every fiber of his being crying out to her.

As for Regina, she's suddenly finding herself in a free fall; eyes fluttering closed, lips melting and moulding to his.

She kisses back fervently, both her hands coming up to cup his face, feeling the slight stubble brush along the pads of her fingers. He responds as well, moving his lips in perfect synchrony; his hands, too, wandering up to cradle the back of her head. Somewhere deep inside his gut, he feels that certain fire begin to ignite. And he knows she feels it too.

"Robin," Regina murmurs against his lips. But she continues to kiss him, feeling her body temperature rise and her heart begin to thrum. There's a certain heat between her legs, a fiery goodness that tenses pleasurably within her lower stomach.

"I thought we're supposed to be friends," Regina breathes, pulling back just slightly to gaze into Robin's dilated blues. She pulls her lip between her teeth, a small smile inevitably spilling from the corners.

Robin can't help but let out a breathy chuckle, his own lips turning up into a matched smile as well. He shakes his head, his eyes so full of adoration. But before he can reply anything, her lips are back on his, kissing away any doubt he may harbor in this moment. And he smiles against her skin.

"I thought so too," he murmurs.

"Are you absolutely certain this will work?"

With one perfectly arched eyebrow, Regina regards Robin with a skeptical gaze. She stands there, her hands on her hips with a look of incredulity spread across her features.

Robin grins at his wife, holding up the small vial of clear liquid up to her as if he'd just won a prize. "Absolutely," he assures with a firm nod and a proud smirk upon his lips. He shakes his head. "Just a drop of this in your drink and the spell will be lifted."

Regina shakes her head, a look of bewilderment still across her features. "But I don't understand," she says, "What is it? Where did you get it? How did you get it?"

"It's from the lake," Robin answers, his voice fervent, "Lake Nostos."

At this, Regina's eyes widen. "But how?" she breathes, "We've checked and double checked. That place is as dry as dry can be. It's practically a desert."

"Only on the surface is there no trace of water left," Robin states, "But underneath, deep down, there is. Below the hardened surface of the lake's bed, there lies an aquifer so large that it stretches longer than the original waters. There is where what's left of Nosto's magic lives on."

Regina gazes at him, her eyes wide like buttons. She's not sure as to whether she should be in awe of her husband, or frustrated that she hadn't thought of it herself, or simply worried, or excited. All the while, Robin stands before her, smiling brightly, proudly, victoriously.

"H-how did you find this out?" she whispers.

Robin shrugs a shoulder, his smile turning into a smirk. "That is of no matter," he states with a shake of his head, "What matters is that we finally have the answer to lift that burden of a spell." He steps closer towards her. "We finally can have what we've always wanted."

Regina shakes her head, still in complete and utter disbelief. She's speechless. "I just can't believe it," she whispers, moving to take a seat at her vanity. She swipes her hand through her elegant locks that flow freely down in thick, dark, wavy tresses.

"So you're positive it will work?" the brunette queen restates after a few moments of silence.

"I'm positive," Robin asserts with another fervent nod. "I'm telling you, Regina. This is the way."

The woman inhales slowly, drawing out an even slower exhale through her lips. Her eyes close as she weighs the consequences. Brows pull together in a frown as she reopens her eyes and looks to her beloved.

"What about the price?" she asks, "Isn't there one? Magic always comes with a price."

Robin shakes his head in response. "That's been taken care of," he assures, "You need not worry." He does not tell her that he was the one willing to pay the price, for the information would surely not be received well. It would break Regina. She would try to interfere.

And no. He can't allow her to do that.

His wife gives him a skeptical look, her brows tightly pulled together to make that little "v" between that he so adores. "Are you sure?" she asks slowly, her voice dropping a few octaves.

Again, Robin nods. "Yes, Regina," he says, approaching her seated form, "There's nothing you need to fear." He smiles softly, bending down to her level. He looks into her eyes, searching those deep dark orbs so full of raw emotion. "The future is bright for us," he whispers, "All you have to do is take the next step." Robin offers the small vial to her. "You need not fear. This is what you've wanted, what we've wanted."

Regina sighs, glancing down at the proffered little bottle. Her lower lip is trapped between her teeth as her heart beats against her chest. Oh how she wants it. She wants this more than anything. But there's just something about it, something about Robin's elusiveness in explaining the details concerning how he'd discovered the cure. And it worries her slightly that he may be withholding information. But then again, her heart pushes her to trust him, to trust that he will tell her what is necessary. Regina knows her husband wants her to be happy. She knows he wants the both of them to be happy, to finally have that one missing piece to their happy ending. She knows he wants the best for both of them. And that's enough for her to find comfort and reassurance.

"Okay," she whispers, taking the vial from his hands.

And it is with a small smirk that she grabs her glass of wine off the table of her vanity, takes a deep breath, and pours in the contents of the vial to the very last drop.

The night is still young. But the drinks remain to the side, already having been long forgotten after just a single sip.

It begins with a kiss, a kiss of empowerment, as she feels the antidote work its way through her veins; a warmth pooling in her lower abdomen. Regina smiles against her husband's lips, unafraid to deepen the kiss as her hand reaches up to cup the back of his head while the other lies flat against his broad chest.

"Robin," she hums. His name rolls off her tongue almost like a prayer, a prayer of praise and adoration. Regina feels him smiling broadly against her skin in reply.

It isn't long before that warmth begins to grow, building and building, overwhelming the brunette queen with a sense of comfort and peace.

She feels his hands roam her body, beginning with her shoulders, and then sliding to her front to cup the perfect swells of her breasts, as she sits upon his lap. Regina hums softly, almost sleepily as he kneads her through the thin, sheer material of her nightgown.

"Mmm…" she purrs, allowing her head to drop back against his shoulder as she lies back against him. Regina can just feel his soft stubble brush up against her cheek as he presses a kiss first to her jaw, and then to the column of her neck, and then her collarbone, all the while nipping ever so softly. She can just feel his knowing smile as she melts under both his kisses and ministrations to her breasts, becoming more and more aware of that familiar heat beginning to build between her legs—that desire.

"Keep going," she breathes as she turns her head towards his, her lips brushing his cheek as she speaks.

No sooner does Regina feel a hand travel down the flat of her stomach before coming to grasp at the cloth of her gown by her hip. She sucks in her breath, humming in encouragement as a few soft tugs have the material sliding up her thighs and over her hips. It becomes bunched around her waist, now out of the way so that Robin's hand may slip between her legs and cup at her already heated sex.

At this, Regina bites her lip, holding back as best she can to resist bucking against him in anticipation. Lips part and eyes flutter closed as he pushes the thin material of her underwear aside and begins to stroke the length of her heat.

"This feel good?" Robin husks lowly, turning his head to bury his nose in her neck, kissing and sucking at her warm skin.

"Mhmm…" Regina can only let out a soft moan in reply. Her body arches slightly as the hand on her breast leaves just momentarily to pull the collar of her nightgown down and to the side to allow him to slip his hand inside and place his palm directly on her heated skin. Immediately, he tends to her perky nipple, which now stands at attention. Pinching softly, he rolls it between thumb and forefinger.

"What do you want, Regina?" Robin speaks again, his voice deep and heavy with arousal of his own. He's beginning to strain against his trousers, jutting into his wife's lower back.

The brunette queen moans again. "I want…" She breathes heavily, chest rising and falling. "I want more…"

At this, the fingers that stroke her heat suddenly brush against her needy and throbbing clit and she gasps sharply. Her back arches immediately in response, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted. "Robin…"

"Like this, my love?" he asks, swiping his thumb to and fro over that sensitive pearl.

Regina groans as she writhes in his lap, under the influence of his touch. Muscles pulled tight, body heat steadily rising, she knows it won't be long now. "Yes—ah—yes…Robin." She gasps again as he suddenly slips a finger inside and begins to pump her slowly. "Robin…!" His digit curls against her g-spot. "Right there. Don't—don't stop!"

She sucks in the air, her muscles beginning to spasm. Her moans become more and more fervent, serving only to encourage her lover as he works her higher and higher. The rhythm he sets with his fingers quickens whilst his hand on her breast never falters as he pushes her closer and closer to the very edge of the precipice. Body heated, heart thumping, lungs gasping, Regina feels the tightness building within her stomach—that tightly wound spring just waiting to be let loose.

"Come for me, my Regina," Robin whispers into her ear as he continues to drive her towards oblivion. "Let go."

It is those words that have her tumbling hard over the cliff, falling fast into a pool of ecstasy. Sparks burst within the darkness of Regina's eyelids; her head tilted back against Robin's shoulder, back arched as pleasure surges through every fiber of her being.

It takes a while for her to come down. But when she does, without any further word, she's twisting him his arms and capturing his lips in a searing, hot kiss.

"Mmm, Regina…" She hears her husband groan. His bulge strains, barely contained against his trousers, pushing up against her hip. With a smirk, Regina reaches down to cup him through the fabric, his hips inevitably bucking in her hand. She steals the next moan from his lips as she captures them again, all while teasing him through the material.

One swift movement and she's repositioning herself to straddle her beloved's lap. Robin drops his hands to her hips as Regina then works swiftly at the buckles of his trousers, pushing the material apart and the band of his underwear down. As soon as he springs free, she is taking him into her hand, giving him several good pumps before positioning herself above.

With a loud groan, Regina runs his tip along her sex and taps her sensitive bud once, twice; loving the soft groan that emits from Robin's lips below her as well. She arches her back as she feels her husband's hands cupping both her breasts once more. Moan after moan escapes her lips as she stimulates her bundle of nerves with the tip of his length until she can't hold off any longer; she sinks down upon him with a deep and guttural groan.

Regina sets a steady pace, pounding down upon him, her breasts bouncing in his hands. He meets her thrust for thrust; moans of pleasure escaping both their lips.

"Ah!" She cries aloud upon a subtle shift. Robin now grinds against her g-spot, pushing her even higher towards ecstasy. "Robin!"

"Yes, Regina!" Robin answers with a moan, his hands dropping to her hips once more as the pace quickens. She thrusts down upon him harder, faster; her breaths forceful and in time with the rhythm.

Regina squeezes her eyes shut, her back arching slightly. She feels the pleasure begin to ball up in her gut once more, making her clench even harder around his length. "Robin!" she gasps again, this time in warning, as her muscles begin to tense. And from his ragged breathing, the way he shakes beneath her grasp on his shoulders, she can tell he's close as well.

"Fuck, Regina," Robin hisses, momentarily squeezing his own eyes shut as the tension builds. "Come on, Regina," he beckons breathily, "Come with me."

And they fall together.

His breath is hot against her skin. Her body is on fire. Their lips mold together and move in perfect synchrony as tongues battle for dominance.

She has found herself straddling his hips in the passenger seat of their stranded car; her veins flooded with arousal. As the temperature continues to climb (the windows starting to fog), she rolls her hips into his ever-growing erection; their lips never parting.

"So beautiful…" She hears Robin mumble against her lips.

"Yeah?" Regina murmurs in return. With a grin, she's taking the man's lower lip between her teeth and sucking hungrily—moaning at the delectable sweetness of his taste. She loves the way it affects him as his grip on her rear tightens with pleasure. His stubble brushes against her chin and the pads of her fingers as she grasps his face in both her hands. She continues to grind against his hips in slow, sensual movements that send her partner tunneling even further into excitement; his hips lift in time to meet with hers.

Their lips only part when Regina suddenly feels Robin's hands slide up her torso to grab at the hem of her t-shirt. Without reluctance, she pulls back and allows him to lift the material over her head. With one hand, she then is immediately reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra, allowing Robin to do the rest and pull that off as well and fling it to the side.

Robin groans again as he places his hands over her breasts, feeling their fullness. Regina gasps sharply as he pinches both her nipples, driving the rhythm of her hips slightly off-time. "Mmm!" She sucks in her breath, arching her back, and pushing her breasts further into his grasp; needy and greedy for more.

"Regina—are—agh!" Robin hisses as suddenly he finds his pants unzipped and his erect length in the hand of this brunette beauty. Regina grins as his hips buck willingly, eagerly, into her grasp. "…Are you sure—fuck!" she begins to pump him hard, "—Are you sure you want to do this?"

Swiftly but firmly, Regina nods. Never in her life has she craved such a human being as she does in this moment. "Yes," Regina breathes unsteadily, focussing on his impressively thick manhood. She glances up to look into his eyes for but a moment only to easily read the arousal clouding his dilated gaze. "Don't you?"

"Y—ah—yes," Robin moans, "But…"

The brunette shakes her head knowingly. "…I don't care." She shakes her head again, capturing his lips with hers in another blazing hot, messy kiss…to which the man wholeheartedly accepts.

A hand leaves her breasts to snake down to the hem of her jeans. One zip, and it is slipping between her legs. Regina moans deeply as she feels his finger dip between her folds, gathering her wetness and spreading it to her center where he begins to rub her harshly. Instantly, the brunette throws back her head and lets out a moan even louder than the last. "Robin!" she calls out, her grip on the fisherman's length tightening, eliciting a moan of his own.

Faster and faster he rubs, and Regina is soon finding herself to be flying up that spiral staircase. "Robin—st—ah! Stop!" She abruptly pushes his hand away, not wanting to come like this. With wide eyes, Robin is soon watching her lift herself from him to discard her pants completely in the small space.

No sooner is she returning to her position that she is grabbing his manhood once again and sinking down upon him with a deep and guttural moan. "Fuck—Robin!" Regina breathes heavily as she feels him stretch her walls to the fullest. It takes just a moment to adjust to his size before she is moving fast, setting a grueling pace.

"Jesus, Regina!" Robin gasps, his hands returning to her hips. He grabs them firmly to aid in driving them down upon him, all the while thrusting his own hips up to meet hers in perfect time. Her walls clasp around him, driving the both of them almost to the point of insanity.

Regina is the first to come, letting out a cry as her juices flow freely down the insides of her thighs. Just a heartbeat later, she feels Robin spread his seed inside her, filling her with his warmth.

"You're so beautiful," Robin repeats, to which Regina flashes him a shy smile. He grins at her, leaning up to kiss her once again as they both ride down together from their high. It's a sweet kiss, one that is almost loving—a kiss that confirms, at least in Regina's mind, that never in her life has she ever felt so complete.

The rain continues to pour, and pour, and pour. And by the time the tow truck comes, Regina and Robin are both practically stir crazy with the need to get out and get home. By the time they finally stumble through the threshold of Robin's cabin, it is just about dinner time.

"Where were you? You've been taking forever!" Reya whines, rounding the corner and stepping into the living room. Immediately, her eyes widen as she sees Regina there as well. "What are you doing here?" She looks from Regina to Robin and back again, eyes critically surveying the two. She raises her brows, taking in their slightly damp appearance, both their hair mussed up, clothes a bit disheveled.

Regina raises a brow as she attempts to suppress an amused smirk. "Well—uh—Robin and I ran into one another in the Bluffs and I offered a ride home," she explains.

"It was raining hard and a deer swerved in front of us. We tried to avoid it but ran off the road in the process…got stuck in the mud. We had to call for a tow truck," Robin finishes.

Reya frowns. "Oh," she replies before the corners of her lips suddenly turn upward. "So you met again," she drawls, her eyes sparkling with newfound excitement. She knew the couple wouldn't be able to stay away from each other for long, even if it is just fate.

"Oh for heaven's sake," Regina abruptly groans, marching towards the kitchen.

Reya grins at her, following her in with Robin. "It's fate! I knew it!"

Regina growls, throwing her damp hoodie across one of the kitchen chairs before striding over to the refrigerator.

"You guys are soo meant to be."

"Reya!" Regina opens the fridge and locates the orange juice, all the while keeping her head down to hide her profuse blushing.

Robin has to hide his smirk behind his fingers as he stands silently in the doorway, watching Reya torment a visibly flustered Regina.

"Did you guys kiss again?"

"No!" The word flies from Regina's mouth as she stands there frozen with the open juice bottle in her hand. Immediately, she bites her lip, turning an even deeper shade of red. There's no hiding now.

Reya grins at her. "You should see the look on your face right now," she says.

"What look?" Regina demands, staring pointedly at the young brunette. "I don't have any look."

"Oh yes you do," Reya retorts. "You're all red!"

"I do have to agree with the young lady," Robin adds, stepping into the room towards the two. "You do look a bit…rattled."

Regina gapes at him. "I am not."

"If you say so," Robin says, raising his hands. He smirks widely at her. "But you do have to admit that our ride together, despite a short mishap, was rather pleasurable."

She narrows her eyes at him. "You really are a nuisance." She shakes her head slowly, unable to keep the smile that tugs at her lips. "What am I ever going to do with you?"

Robin grins at her, chuckling lowly. "Oh, I'm sure you'll figure out something."

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