(A/N-Special thanks to Bekki for beta reading this story. And special thanks to those who read, review, follow and fav.)
The next day, Regina had just returned home after spending the night at Emma and Killian's house. She was going to visit her father this afternoon. It had been a month since she had last visited him at the clinic. She was still in the process of realizing what has progressed between Robin and herself. She had actually been kissed by Robin, had been told by him how he wanted to continue seeing her and take her away with him to Vermont very soon.
Regina had to close her eyes and shake her head to make sure she was not dreaming. But she smiled as she opened her eyes back up and knowing that indeed it had happened between them. She walked over to the refrigerator to grab her something to drink when her phone rung, and she smiled as she saw that it was Robin calling her.
"Hello," Regina said as she answered the phone, trying not to sound too excited by his call, but also knowing that he could probably tell how happy she was.
"Hello, Regina," Robin said. "How did you sleep last night?"
"Quite well, how about yourself?" Regina asked.
"Well my dreams were consumed by a certain someone that I spent time with yesterday," Robin admitted.
Regina smiled at his admission that she had been in his dreams, "Well, I hope it was a good dream." God this was a little awkward!
"I can assure you it was," Robin said.
"What...what was it-" Regina began, "I mean...never mind."
Robin knew she wanted to know what his dreams about her were about, "I can tell you, that we finished what we started in the limo last night."
Regina bit her lower lip and tried to silence the groan she had thinking about how they had almost made love last night ."Sounds like it was a good dream."
"Indeed," Robin said, "though I'm looking forward to the day in the future when my dream becomes reality." Regina couldn't help but letting the groan she had tried to silence, come out.
"But, there is no pressure from me," Robin assured her, "when it happens, it happens."
"I'm looking forward to that day," Regina admitted to herself and Robin.
"How would you like to come out with me for a late lunch, say around two?" Robin asked.
Regina looked at the clock to see that, that wasn't going to give her much time, "I'd love to go, but where would we be going?"
"Gino's, I'll pick you up say in ten minutes?" Robin offered.
Regina realized he thought she was still at Emma and Killian's place, "I...can I meet you there?"
"Regina, I can pick you up, as its on our way," Robin said.
"I'm...not at home right now, so let me just meet you there," Regina said.
"Alright, I'll see you then," Robin said, wondering where she was, but that was none of his business...yet.
Ten minutes later, Regina walked into Gino's and asked for Robin, she was shown to his table and slowly started to approach the table. Robin stood when he saw her and strode to meet her, and his smile took her breath away.
"You look lovely," Robin said, as he took her shoulders in his hands and kissed her on the cheek, and she could smell the subtle scent of his shaving lotion. His lips were gentle and welcoming and they made a shiver run through her.
He stood back and looked her over, from head to foot. She'd become aroused just thinking of him, but under his gaze she felt her nipples hardening inside her silk bra, and felt a bolt of warmth between her legs.
"Thank you, so do you," Regina said, "I mean not lovely, but handsome."
"And thank you," Robin said as his cheeks flushed slightly with pleasure.
He was a charmer, she knew, but she could use all the confidence she could get, especially when in the company of a physically perfect male who was wearing the simplest things, a dark blue shirt and dark jeans that fit his backside perfectly.
He took her hand and lead her to the table, where he pulled out a chair for her. It was the simplest things but chivalry evidently wasn't dead. It was nice for a man to act like a gentleman, a dying breed indeed.
She sat in her chair and crossed her legs, letting her skirt slide up her bare thighs. She saw Robin notice, and saw him swallow.
"I was glad you came out with me," he said as he sat down. "I didn't want to come on too strong with you, and have you run in the opposite direction."
"I wasn't sure what to wear," Regina commented.
"You look very beautiful," Robin said. He watched her bite her bottom lip and the action caused fire to go to his loins. He saw her twist a strand of her hair loosely around her finger. He saw it all and moistened his lips with his tongue. "That is really working, just so you know." He reached his hand out as if he were about to touch her, when their waitress came to take their orders.
Moments later they were alone again, and Robin lifted his glass of wine to her, "Here's to seeing you again." They touched their rims together.
"You too," Regina said as she took a sip of wine, wondering if it would give her a bit more courage. "I never thought I would be out with you, not like this."
"I would be a fool not to try to pursue this with you," Robin said. "You're so beautiful, on the inside and out", as his clear blue eyes looked at her. The air around them thickened, time seemed to slow even though her pulse sped up. He was so close, she felt like they were sharing every breath with the other.
For Regina, her mind went to the image of her mouth on his mouth, his hands on her, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist, pushing her clothing aside so he could enter her. Fast and hard and breathless. She wanted to feel him inside of her, had felt so much of him last night in the limo as he had been between her legs. He was huge, that was for certain.
The idea, the imagined feeling, throbbed inside her. She knew several things, she loved him and she wanted him passionately. And he appeared to want her if last night was any indication.
She had been engaged for months before, and had never felt even remotely this turned on. After the hell of the last few years, after all the sacrifices of that she had made, this seemed too miraculous not to seize with both hands.
Regina lifted her hand to Robin's face. She touched his left cheekbone and ran her fingertips down over his skin, over the place where his smile dug grooved in his cheek, close to the side of his mouth. His skin was smooth, except for that stubble of his, had felt that stubble against her skin and how good it had felt. She wanted to feel that stubble between her thighs, to know what his mouth felt like there as well...
"I want that too," Robin's words caused her to snap out of her thought process.
"Excuse me?" Regina said.
"Whatever is causing the lovely pulse in your neck to beat like that, I know I want that as well," Robin said, laughing at her slight blush.
Their dinner arrived and they started to enjoy their food, "So what do you have planned for the rest of the day?" Robin asked.
"I'm going to visit my father later," Regina said.
"At the clinic?" Robin asked.
"Yes, I try to go once a month so he can keep progressing," Regina explained.
"I'm sure he looks forward to your visits," Robin said.
"He does, about as much as I do," Regina said.
Half an hour later they were finishing up their dinner, "I hate that this is over with," Robin commented as he took her hand in his and let his thumb slide over her hand.
"Me too," Regina admitted.
"Let me take you home," Robin said as they got up at the same time, their hands still clasped. They walked out of the restaurant, saying nothing. Regina was aware of every part of her body, the way her high heels made her hips sway, the brushing of her thighs together under her skirt, the soft material of it against her legs, the way her breasts moved slightly as she walked. Her fingers, twined with Robin's, which were long and muscular.
She was also aware of his body, too. He moved easily but she sensed urgency in his movements. He held her hand tight and kept her close so that her shoulder and hip grazed against him two or three times as they threaded through the tables. She could even sense his breathing, rapid and shallow.
He was about six inches taller than she was, even while she was wearing heels. Robin pushed the door open and as soon as they were outside on the pavement, Regina tugged him to one side, turned and grabbed the lapel of his shirt with her free hand to pull him towards her.
"Great idea," he murmured his approval. She felt his strong arm curl around her waist and hold her close against him while she was standing up on her tiptoes, reaching with her mouth for his.
His lips were warm and fitted against her mouth perfectly and they felt just right. For a moment their mouths just pressed together and Regina felt like she had taken a huge leap forward in a whole new world.
And then it was hunger. Regina tore her hands from his grip and his shirt and grasped his head with both hands, burying her fingers in his soft, short hair and pulled him closer. Her mouth moved with his and the kiss changed from static to frantic. He nudged her lips open and she touched the hot, slippery tip of his tongue. She heard herself groan in her throat and that seemed to urge Robin on because he pulled her tighter and kissed her harder.
She slid her hands down his neck and gripped his broad shoulders. Somewhere in the back of her mind she remembered that they were in public, but that didn't stop her from slipping the fingers of one hand between the buttons of his shirt. His chest was smooth and firm and his heartbeat hammered under his ribs and muscle.
It wasn't enough. With her other hand she pulled at his shirt at the back of it. She spread her hand against the small of his back, moulding it to his muscle and feeling the strength of his spine.
"Regina," Robin muttered roughly into her mouth, closing his teeth gently on her top lip and then kissing it before he dipped his head to kiss her neck. He still held her up against him with one arm, but the other hand stroked up her back and came round to rest on her throat and collar bone. The tips of his fingers just edged beneath the neckline of her blouse and she felt his chin and mouth underneath her ear, downwards onto the base of her neck. She could feel everywhere that he wasn't touching, the inches of skin between his hand and where her breasts began. His tongue tasted her and she shuddered and let her head fall back to give him better access.
People were walking past, they were on the sidewalk of the restaurant but Regina didn't care, because she had never felt like this before. She concentrated on this man, who knew just how to touch her and what she wanted, who seemed more full of passion than any man she had ever met.
Strength and power. Her body was pressed full length against him, his leg between her thighs, his arm wrapped around her. The rigid length of his erection against her belly told her he wanted her as much as she did him.
But beneath his ardent kisses, the clasp of his hands and the rapid pace of his breathing she could sense a tenderness in his embrace. His hands were careful. His lips were gentle even when devouring her.
She felt sexy and adored.
Regina opened her eyes, suddenly desperate to look at Robin and see the expression on his face as he kissed her. She straightened her head to look at him.
"We better stop this," Robin said, "before I can't stop anymore."
"Must we?" Regina asked.
Robin laughed at her eagerness to continue this, "Regina, as much as we both want to continue this, we can't...not here."
"You're right," Regina agreed.
"Let's get you home," Robin said as he drove her to what he thought was her home, Emma's and Killian's, who went along with her showing up like she did.
An hour later she was visiting with her father at the clinic, she had checked with his doctors who had informed her on her father's continued progress.
"Daddy," Regina said as she walked out onto the patio where he was sitting and reading a book.
"Regina, darling, it's so good to see you," Henry said as he stood up to hug her.
"You look so good daddy," Regina commented.
"I've missed you," Henry said.
"And I you as well," Regina said.
"I'm so sorry that you have had to do all this," Henry admitted.
"Daddy, I love you more than anything and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you," Regina said.
"And I feel exactly the same my dear," Henry said. "How are things with you dear? Are you seeing anyone special?" Henry asked.
"Just very recently," Regina admitted.
"Then he must be extra special," Henry said.
They visited with one another for hours, talking about how thankful he was that she had brought him here, and asked her how her job was doing. She informed him things were getting a lot better, with a new raise she had received.
As she neared her home later, she realized she would have to pay a visit to Leopold tomorrow, perhaps on her lunch break, so that she wouldn't dread it all day long.
She would be glad to get this visit with him over with.