Finally. I hope you like it. warning for smut (though he needs it really?)
This is for my panini, Shannon, because she had a bus ride from hell and i want to cheer her up and for Micki, because i don't want her to die waiting...
My many many thanks to my friend Miles for all her patience and her putting up with all my crap and for being one amazing beta and trashmate. I love you, cabrona.
Enjoy my dirty oq-ers.
Chapter Three
Robin downs the rest of his whiskey in one gulp, reveling in the burn that trails down his throat. He feels miserable, feels sorry for himself, feels like a cad and stupid, oh so foolish. He had known he should not have, known it is wrong to have fallen for his teacher-really this is the making of a trashy novel, but his heart had wanted what it had, and it had been too late for him to stop himself. He had fallen for her at first glance, and now Robin knows he's in too deep.
It has been weeks since he'd last been alone with her, since he'd kissed her and walked out on her, disappointed, a little angry, and a little confused with her. He's not entirely sure how to deal with any of this, only know that his heart keeps leading him to her, and he's letting it.
"You look like shit man," someone says, as they slide down the stool next to him-he had been camping at Rabbit Hole, drowning his sorrows since his son had not been around to witness and for him to fuss over, instead Roland is it a his grandparent's visiting for the weekend. "Not that you don't always, but you look exceptionally shitty today."
Robin turns to find his friend Will sitting next to him, flagging down the barkeep for a drink himself.
"Well, I feel exceptionally shitty tonight," Robin retorts, tipping up his glass for a refill. The barkeeper gives him a doubtful look, but refills his glass nonetheless and then moves away to tend to the other customers. Robin drinks half of it in one gulp.
"Oy man, slow down," Will instructs, reaching up to pull the glass from his grasp when he makes an attempt to finish all of it. "Is this about that teacher of yours again?"
A few weeks ago, when Robin had realized that he was falling for his teacher big time, he'd attempted the same thing he's attempting now-drink himself to oblivion, but Will had been there too, and he'd ended up spilling his guts to him instead of getting drunk, which admittedly felt better and left no hangover in the morning. But it had also meant that Will now knows about everything, and would never let him live it down (that isn't entirely true, Will would, if he knows it would truly bother Robin).
"Regina, yes," Robin answers, putting the glass down on the table and shaking his head, before taking a deep breath. "Remember when Marian got pregnant, and how our parents had been against us marrying, how her parents specifically didn't want it to happen because..."
And Will, with a roll of his eyes, continues with, "You were no good for her, but she'd made up her mind and told her parents and yours that you were keeping your child and marrying...She said that it didn't matter what her parents thought, or yours, and she said, 'there's good in him Will, and I believe it, especially since he doesn't believe himself." Will breathes out and Robin deflates. "I have lost love before, Robin, lost many people too, but I believe that if you're lucky enough to find love again you fight for it, every day."
"It will ruin our lives, to fight for it," Robin protests, though he no longer really believes that, no longer wants to believe that. "What if it isn't worth it?"
"If you're lucky enough to find the one you're willing to ruin your entire life for," Will quips, knowing exactly what has been on his mind even if he hadn't said the words, "it's always worth it."
Regina is worth fighting for.
Their love is worth it.
...
It is what he believes in as he stands in front of her now, in Room 23, looming over her and staring at her like she's the oasis and he's the man stuck in the middle of the desert, like she's his last breath.
Robin feels it, the heaviness of the moment, the tension in the air, it's so real, he could cut it with a knife. He stares at her now, sees the trepidation in her eyes, sees the war waging between her mind and heart and he wants nothing more than to tell her to pick him, to choose love over her worries, but he can't, can only speak for himself, and for what he feels.
But words are overrated, words have failed them again and again, so he grabs her, holds her by her upper arms and pulls her up as he says, "today is not one of those days," before he is pressing his lips against hers, kissing her as if he won't kiss her again, like this is the last night he'll get to do this, and maybe it is, perhaps this is the last time, and this should count, this should be it.
Robin pulls her closer, as close as he had when they had been kissing in the library, only now his heart is more open, he's leaving it out there, and where he'd wanted to show her what she'd been missing when he kissed her weeks ago, now he just wants her to feel how much he loves her, how much she can take without the need to give because she is enough, because she is his second chance and he's just about willing to give it all for her.
"Robin," she moans as she breaks away from their kiss. Her hands are under his shirt, mapping out the planes of his chest and stomach while his are holding her waist, pushing her impossibly closer. He feels her stiffen into his arms, and his heart stops its erratic beating, surprised, confused (he had literally felt her melt into his arms when they had been kissing, felt her surrender the fight). "This...what we have..."
He pants even as he shakes his head, and he pulls her closer again, burying his nose to the crook of her neck, wanting to fill his senses with her essence and drown himself in her heady scent. "Is real. My feelings for you are real. I love you, Regina. I am in love with you, and I know you don't want to hear it, perhaps because it only hurts more, but it's the truth. I love you."
He watches her eyes get glassy with tears, tears that she holds back, but cannot as a traitorous one slips free, "I'm terrified," she whispers, the first slip of her mask. "We have so much to lose if we get caught..."
Robin shakes his head, inching his hand up higher until it lands at the base of her skull, and he leans in, their noses brushing, breaths mingling, "Sshhh, we are here now, and this is true."
He can physically see the moment she fully surrenders to him, to their feelings, can literally see that moment she gives in. His arms tighten around her as he stares deeper into her eyes, pulling her closer until their bodies are as one as their souls.
And he kisses her, with gentleness this time, kisses her with no less passion than the first time. He fills her with the love that pours out of him through his kisses, his tongue peeking out to probe against her lips and then slides into her parted mouth and against her own. She tastes great, tastes like heaven and sin, tastes like cinnamon and mint and apple and everything that screams home, and he loves it, loves her more than he could ever attempt to describe.
Her breath hitches when his hand slide down to cup her bottom, squeezing her left cheek, making her moan a laugh into his mouth that makes him smile. He pushes against her until her hip hits the table lightly and lifts her up onto to it, hiking her red dress up so she could spread her legs open.
Her mouth parts as he skims his fingers up the length of her shoulder, to the blades, up to her cheek, where she tilts her head and looks up at him with hooded eyes. He moves a little bit, just enough to remove her dress from the upper half of her body, letting it pool on her waist, and he cannot help but run the pads of his index finger down the valley of her breasts. She breathes a little heavier, licks her lips and opens her thighs wider.
He stops there, for a minute, just one moment to stare at the beauty before him, to stare at this precious woman he's finally holding, after everything. She is so beautiful, so breathtaking that he falters for one moment, feels himself still at the shock of it all, at the disbelief that runs through his veins because this, this is finally happening.
"God," he breathes, his voice laced with sincerity, "you are so beautiful." And then he's moving again to kiss her, his hands falling to the table so he can brace herself. He is vaguely aware of the fact that someone might walk in on them here, but at this point he doesn't, can't really care—he's holding a goddess in his arms.
Regina moans as he slides his tongue inside her mouth once again, fingers reaching up to clumsily fiddle with his buttons until they are loose, and then she pushes his shirt over his head until it's off before she throws it over her head, letting it fall onto the ground to be found later-right now, neither of them cares. He lifts his hands just enough to unclasp her bra, and then throws the garment just like she had, haphazardly behind his shoulder.
His hands immediately find the supple flesh, he squeezes, thumb flickering against her puckered nub, and then he's pinching it, eliciting a moan from her that comes from deep her throat-sounding more like a growl-and he does it again, though he can't really resist, so he breaks away from her to attach his mouth to the rosy peak. He nips, nibbles, licks and sucks to his heart's content, until she's arching her back and his hand is pushing his head closer to her breasts. He acquiesces to her silent request and sucks more vigorously, sucks harder, before he moves on to the other, giving it the same attention. He only stops when she pushes him away, lifts his head to give her a roguish smile. She shakes her head at him and smiles at him a silly smile that makes his heart lurch, makes his heart dance a jig inside his chest. The moment hits him them, how real this is, just as he's told her, and he has the biggest urge to do a dance out of the sheer joy he feels, but he resists, instead he begins to worship every part of her.
She sprawls over the table, and he hovers over her, staring into her eyes-the eyes he's sure he was born to gaze into.
"I love you," he whispers against the soft skin of the swells of her breast, placing a sucking kiss there, before he looks at her to let her realize how real and how sincere his words are.
"I know," Regina whispers, bringing him back to that day in the library, but this time she's smiling at him with softness and sincerity that makes him want to hold her forever and never ever let her go. "I feel it, too." She whispers her words but it rings in the quiet so loudly.
His heart expands three times its size. And by god, he wants her to feel the way he does now, so he kisses down her body again, trailing his tongue down the length of her torso and flicking against the soft skin just under her navel, making her writhe. Her hips buck up when he kisses and nips at the skin where her thighs and pelvis join, hand coming down to push him where she needs him the most, but he pushes her hand away, taking it in his and holds it tight. She mewls in protest, lets out a ragged Robin, but he pays her no mind, continues to kiss his way up and down her body. He moves up, hands still clasped with hers-bringing it over her head and holding it there as he kisses her once more.
"I want to taste you," he says, but it's more of a request, a plea.
Regina nods as she bites her lower lip, and he smiles, moving down again and kneeling before the table, he spreads her legs wider, inching his head forward to bury his nose to her sex, inhaling the heady scent of her. She's wet, so wet and so hot and good God! He'd willing bury his mouth in her, spend days there loving, exploring, tasting, nipping, feasting on her. He does exactly just that now, sucks on her, before he uses his thumb to pull her skin upwards, exposing to him her little bundle of oversensitive nerves, and he licks, once, twice, and then another, making her trash her head around and mewl with heat. And then he sucks softly on her clit, and she thrusts her hips into the air.
His hands grabs her hips now, holds her down, before he descends on her sex once more, licking and sucking on her clit, moving his flattened tongue down to run all over her slit, thrusting it in over and over, simulating what he plans to do to her later with a different, harder part of his anatomy. Her hand comes down to grasp the strands of his hair, pulling, as she asks for more, more, please Robin, God, please.
He cannot deny her anything (except perhaps when she asks him to stay away) and so he gives her more, sucks harder, licks more furiously, thrusts faster and then uses three fingers to slide inside her and pump when she says it's not enough, until she's moving her hips in rhythm with his movements.
"Robin," she screams, the sound ripping from her throat, and as much as he loves the sounds she's making, he wishes no one hears her but him. "Oh God." She trembles all around him and then she's panting, breaths coming in and out in rapid succession.
He licks at her still, laps up every single drop that drips out of her. He only stops when she pushes his head away with a shaky hand. He looks up at her with a grin, and she shakes her head playfully smiling at him and looking so satisfied, it makes him proud of himself, but more so, makes him want to please him more.
"Regina," he whispers her name as he hovers over her once more, "has anyone ever told you, you're a goddess?"
She flushes even more, and it's a wonder because he's already pretty flushed, and smiles shyly at him. She looks away and shakes her head. "You're the first," she tells him.
"Then anyone who hasn't told you are fools, and don't deserve to be in your presence," he says with as much sincerity as he feels, and it makes her giggle shyly, looking further away to hide her embarrassed look. He tips her chin to face him, and he smiles softly at her. "I mean it, you're beautiful."
He knows of her scars, granted not all of them and not in detail, just the ones that slip when they had been talking but he knows her heart, knows of her struggles-knows of a mother who had failed to appreciate her, of people who had used her, broke her-he knows her, knows her better because she is just like him. They have been tainted by their pasts, bruised and broken, but they survived, and now they're here, in this moment, alive and trying to mend each other—together
"You make me feel beautiful," she admits, tears gathering at her lashes but not falling, he caresses her cheek, "When you look at me...with love in your eyes, it makes me feel more than what I am. You make me feel worth it."
"You are worth it, Regina, and so much more," he assures her before he kisses her again, knowing that words can sometimes not be enough and he needs to show her, needs to let her know how much she truly means to him, that she can see herself as nothing but to him she is everything.
His hands roam down her body mapping out every curve and crevice, burning it to memory, just as hers do, actually managing to unclasp his pants and remove his boxers (she uses her toes to ease it down his hips and he doesn't know why exactly, but the movement is so incredibly hot) with what little space there is between them. She mutters an entirely unapologetic 'oops' when it falls to the floor with a soft slithering sound. He wants to chuckle, but it comes out as a hoarse sound when he feels her fingers wrap around his hardened cock -it's so hard it almost hurts. He needs to be inside her now, but her needs and wants always come first with his.
Her grin is evil when she pumps it up and down, and it feels so, so fucking good he is genuinely concerned he might unload before he even buries himself between her. Her thumb massages the head of his shaft, making him throw his head back from the sheer pleasure that runs through his body at the feeling.
He lets out a strangled plead, "Regina." And she chuckles in return, his evil minx actually chuckles, rising up to sit so she could kiss him senseless as her fingers work their magic on his hard cock.
He isn't able to make any more coherent thoughts, isn't able to even hold his leg up as she pumps faster and harder, up and down until he's moving his hips in tune to her pumping hands. His hand grips her waist, while the other comes to hold her by her nape and he kisses her senseless, tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth. He lets the other one trail down her hips to her cunt once more, flicking against her clit, making her lift her lift herself off the desk. She moves away however, and shifts them so he's the one leaning against the desk and she's kneeling in front of him, making his eyes widen for he knows what's coming, and oh fuck, he'd give everything to feel her mouth around his cock.
She gives however, without taking, opens her mouth and sucking his shaft in, licking the satiny head before kissing the underside. She bobs her head up and down, sucking him as she goes, making him feel pleasure and making him feel the torture of the need to come but knowing he can't, not yet, not until he's buried balls deep inside of her, and her cunt is milking every single inch of his rock hard cock.
But he needs that now, so he pulls her up by her arm. She lets a single mewl of protest at the loss of his member from her greedy mouth, but she smirks when he places her before him, folding her over so that her upper body is bending over the table. He traces his finger down the curve of her shapely ass, pinching her cheek, making her squeal, before he soothes it with the pads of his fingers.
"Robin please," she says heatedly, though her voice is soft.
He doesn't say anything to that, only nods and positions himself behind her. He moves her leg a bit, instructs her to spread it a bit wider, and when she does, he slips inside her easily-her slick heat welcoming and gripping his cock instantly.
She is heaven, feels like heaven, and he tells her so, tells her how good it feels to be inside her as he thrusts inside her hard and fast. She asks for more, hands grabbing his and leading to her front so he could fondle her clit. She holds on to the other one and guides it over to her breast, and together they cup her tits and squeeze her nipples. The moan that escapes them both, synchronized.
He moves faster and harder now, feeling her tighten around him, and he knows that she's coming, she's coming hard. She even says so, please Robin, I'm coming, fuck me, fuck me harder, baby.
He is going as hard and as fast as he can, the desk under them even rattles at his efforts, but he ups it a notch, for her, whispering that he's got her, and that he'll make her come hard, so hard, or die trying.
He rasps another I love you to her, and that seems to do it, because one thrust later she's screaming his name, her cunt milking his cock as she rides every wave of her orgasm.
He's not done with her though, so he flips her over, lifts over her desk and drapes her legs over his shoulder before slipping back into her (her loud moan sounding more than just a little pleased with his actions) and then pounding it to her, deep, hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin riling him up. Robin's grunts blend in with her loud pleasured moans, and his grip on her tightens, his thrust becoming more erratic and sloppy, and he feels so much like a mad man as he pounds into her cunt with heat and passion until everything's too much. Until her slick tight heat drives him insane, her bouncing tits become too much and one roll of his hips later he comes in her, spills inside of her and she comes along with him-their names a grunt on each other's lips.
It takes a while for them both to regain their breath and surroundings, but when they do, they look at each other in amazement, awed by what they had just shared. He leans in and kisses her breath away again, holding her cooling body against his sweat slicked one, his hand rubbing her back up and down.
She smiles teasingly at him, saying, "Look who's finally come down from his high."
Robin chuckles, shakes his head and bites his lip. "I apologize milady, but that was the best...out of class lecture I've ever had," he teases back, earning a laugh and a smack from her.
She laughs though, and the sound is like magic to his ears, and he smiles softly, pulls her close and kisses her again, vowing to never let her go.
So there's that. Please let me know what you think! Next chapter will be the last!