(A/N-Thanks to all who read, review, follow and fav this story. And special thanks to my Beat, my fellow LSQ Bekki!)
The next morning, Regina woke up and after getting dressed walked out into the living room. She looked down at the place by the fireplace where they had almost made love for the first time, until Robin had seen the bruises on her shoulders. She looked around and saw him out on the deck of the cabin looking out into the scenery before him. She took a deep breath and headed out there with him, knowing that there would be more confrontations from last night.
For Robin, he had not slept at all last night. He had been thinking over and over what or who could have hurt her. And worst of all, why she was protecting this person, this animal that did this to her. It made his heart hurt to think about someone touching her with anything but a gentle touch. To think that someone would dare to touch her in anger, infuriated him. Knowing that it was the woman that he loved, was a whole other monster inside of him.
Last night he had dreamed of Regina and him in bed together. In his dream he had touched her skin, trailed his fingers over her abdomen, reveling in the softness of her body, the warmth of her skin. Regina's hands had explored his body, nipping, pinching, caressing, teasing until his control had snapped.
Robin had wrapped her in a crushing embrace. She wrapped herself around him, drawing him closer and closer until they seemed to merge into one being, becoming one soul. But then he had once again seen those bruises on her soft skin, and he had seemed to float away from her, and had then seen a shadowy figure gripping her shoulders, hurting her. Robin had tried to intervene, but he was held back as Regina had screamed his name for him to help her.
He had snapped awake instantly, his body shook from the force of his nightmare. His body was damp where he had sweated. He couldn't get the image of those bruises out of his mind! There was someone out there who had hurt her, but who? He knew it wasn't Killian, the man was her friend. So where and who did this to her?
He still didn't know where they would go from here, he had been up for over an hour and prepared some coffee and walked out on the deck to try to clear his mind. He knew one thing though, he wasn't going to just give up on Regina. Some day he hoped to make her his wife. Yes he knew this was early, they still had things to work through. He hoped she would accept his proposal when he thought the time was right. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind, he put one arm on top of hers.
"Good morning," Regina said softly.
Robin turned around to face her, keeping her hands around his waist so that they now were behind his back, his went to her waist, holding her close to him. "Good morning."
"Robin, about last night-" Regina began, only to be stopped by him.
"Regina, I know I was prying into your life, but I hope to be a part of your life from here on," Robin said, "I am very concerned and worried about you. I have to admit I am very troubled over the fact that someone hurt you deliberately."
Regina nodded her head, "Robin, I just promise you that what happened won't be repeated."
"I just wished I knew who did this to you, I'd have a word with him," Robin said to her as he looked into her eyes, until she averted her eyes from him.
"Will you at least tell me if he is still in the city?" Robin had to keep trying to get her to answer him in some tiny way.
"Robin..." she began to say, but the look of concern in his eyes made her change her mind about what she was going to say, "yes, he lives in the city. But he's no longer in my life, I assure you."
Robin wasn't so relieved after her answer. Part of him wanted to hire someone to find out who she was protecting, but he wasn't going to pry like that, he feared it would make her pull away from him, which was the last thing he wanted. So for now, he would take her word for it. "Regina, just promise me one thing, promise me if he ever shows up in your life, that you will come to me. I just don't want to see you hurt, I'm afraid for you."
"I understand your worry, and I promise if he comes around I'll let you know," Regina promised him, knowing she would never have to call him as she would never see Leopold or Robin after a few more days.
"Then let's no argue anymore, how about we get some breakfast first before we start our day?" Robin asked as they walked into the cabin. Robin went to the kitchen and made them some delicious pancakes while she prepared them some fresh fruit.
An hour later they headed out to the town down in the valley of where they were staying. They found a place that rented snowmobiles, and they were off! Regina was on the back, holding onto Robin as she looked at the scenery around them. It was beautiful here, she could see herself enjoying a peaceful life here. It felt so good to not have Robin too upset with her like last night. At one point they stopped and looked out from one of the spectacular views, Robin had his arms around her as he stood behind her.
"It's so beautiful here, so peaceful," Regina said.
"I agree," Robin said as his eyes were on her.
"I just want to stay here, and never return," Regina said.
"We don't have to, we can just stay here," Robin said to her.
Regina smiled at his word obviously said in jest, "Unfortunately we can't, we have responsibilities that we must attend to."
Robin thought there was more in her words than what they hinted at. "I'm here, for you always. Just remember that."
Later they returned to the town and after walking the strip, after shopping for a few hours, they grabbed a bite at a local place before heading back to the cabin. It was just now becoming late in the evening and after they both showered and freshened up, they were in the living room.
He had her leaned up against his chest as he just simply held her in his arms. Robin breathed in her sweet smell, of lavender and what he could only say, smelled like home. He closed his eyes as he pictured them like this many a day and night. The trips they could take, he wanted to show her the world. And he wanted to see hers. To see her in her own element, he wanted to spend time with her friends, Emma and Killian, as a better way of growing close to her.
"Robin," Regina said softly, "I'll be right back."
He opened his eyes and his arms and let her go. Once she left the room, he leaned over to the coffee table, and took a sip of his wine. When he finished he leaned back into the couch, anticipating when she would return to his arms.
When he heard footsteps approaching, what he saw took his breath away. Regina was walking towards him wearing a short black silky robe on. He couldn't speak, wouldn't dare try to form any words for a few seconds, until finally he found his voice, "Regina," he said as he stood up to stand before her. His fingers ached to touch her, to run his hands through her hair and to see for himself what all that robe had hidden underneath it.
"I love you, and I have loved you for awhile now," Regina confessed to him, her words shocking him to his core. He realized then, she must have been talking about him that she had fallen for at the office.
Robin could only let out a nervous laugh and bite his bottom lip as he also had something to say to her, "I love you too, unequivocally and beyond reason. I thought I was immune to love, a hardened cynic in total control of my emotions. Or so I thought, until you literally fell into my arms that day. You have filled my life with light, and most of all, love."
"Say it again," Regina managed to say quietly. Her eyes widened into deep dark pools as he eased the pad of his thumb over her lower lip.
Robin's eyes trapped hers and held her mesmerized at the depth of passion evident, "I love you," he vowed gently. "You...only you." His lips brushed hers, settled a little, then lifted mere centimeters. "You're my life, the reason I exist." He paused for a few seconds. "Beyond doubt."
"Robin, I want us to make love...tonight," Regina said to him.
For a heart stopping moment it appeared he wasn't capable of uttering so much as a word, and she wound her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his in a kiss that conveyed so much more than mere words ever could.
Regina focused on Robin's lips. They were so soft and yet so firm and gentle against hers. He nibbled at the corner of her mouth, brushed her lips with his, moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. He was still gentle when he pressed down with a more demanding kiss, even when he forced her lips apart and teased her with the tip of his tongue.
His hands held her easily in the circle of his embrace. She felt his fingers slide to the tie of her robe, and undo it slowly. It fell from her body to pool at her feet, his hands moved to her back, gently massaging the tense muscles, slowly pulling her closer to his body, there was such heat between them that could not be ignored by either.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," Robin told her.
Her answer was to move her hands to his shirt and pull it over his head, she ran her hands over his chest before making her way to his pants, she unbuttoned, then unzipped his pants, and pushed them down his lean hips so that he could step out of them.
Robin picked her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him as he then put her on her feet before him.
Next she moved her hands to her bra, and undid it, letting it fall from her body. Next her hands went to her panties, but he stopped her and went to his knees before her, and hooked his fingers on them, and pulled them down slowly from her body.
He then stood back up and put his hands out lightly to cup Regina's breasts, and she thought she would explode in a pool of pleasure. The sensations that ricocheted throughout her body were so powerful and so orgasmic that she hardly knew what she felt. She clung to him, to his touch, her fingers dug into the soft flesh of his back.
Regina became aware of a new sensation, a feeling of liquid fire that started in her breasts and spread to the rest of her body. Her loins ached with want. A seductive warmth had permeated her body, focusing her concentration into even smaller circles until she discovered the source of this miraculous sensation.
Robin was gently massaging the firm peak of her breasts with his fingertips. He then dropped his lips to the softness of her shoulder, laying a trail of kisses from the curve of her neck to a deliciously sensitive spot just below her ear. Regina practically wanted to melt to the floor, her limbs felt so loose. She tilted her head to one side as Robin followed the outline of her collarbone, settled kisses in the hollow of her throat, and continued across her other shoulder. All the while, his hands continued to tease the firming peaks of her breasts until Regina was conscious of little else.
Intense sensations flooded her when Robin let his lips sink to caress the tops of her breasts. Her gasp of surprise turned into a blissful moan as the warmth of his lips sent additional whirls of pleasure spiraling through her whole body.
Not being able to take it anymore, he lifted her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist, as he then lowered her to the bed, his bed. Robin looked down at the beauty on his bed, he quickly removed his boxer briefs, and went to the side of the bed, opening a drawer he pulled out a condom and placed it close to her as he lowered himself onto the bed beside her.
Robin moved the palm of his hand to her core, "Open for me," he whispered as she parted her thighs.
His fingers parted the lips of her sex and he rubbed the sensitive nub with his fingertip. His touch made her toes literally curl, her body ache with delicious longing. She looked at him, and wanted him to feel like he was making her feel. Regina then reached out and her hand gently encircled his cock.
A moan escaped from Robin's lips as her hands moved up and down his length as his finger entered her and started to move in and out of her, twisting and turning as it did so. Not wanting her to come undone just yet, he moved his hand to the side of the bed and told her, "Close your eyes."
She did so and waited as just a few seconds more, she felt...something along her naked flesh. Just a touch. A gentle, near elusive touch. So very soft against her skin. And a sweet smell was suddenly in the air.
The smell of a rose.
She opened her eyes and saw him holding a single rose. And the blood red soft petals of the rose were just brushing over her. Along the length of her body. Regina swallowed hard, amazed by the sensations caused by that stroke of the rose. So soft! She did not want to feel it. She wanted his touch as well. Where he touched her flesh, it seemed to become acutely alive! Alive and vibrant. And then so warm. Like nothing before.
Her eyes fell upon his form. He was stretched out lengthwise by her side, raised upon an elbow. The muscles of his chest and shoulders, though not constricted, remained taut and hard. Sleek. In his eyes was a look of a shimmer of passion. So intense that it caused her breath to catch within her throat. She delicately wet her dry lips to speak, finding it difficult to breathe.
"Robin," she finally found the words, "I want this," she tightened her grip on his cock.
He smiled. The rose he held suddenly fell between the valley of her breasts. He lifted the soft petal to encircle one breast, rubbing the petals over her nipple. She gasped softly, he was causing her to ache even more, not believing that was possible.
At his command, the rose continued a slow descent. His eyes followed the trail the petals took then, falling down to her belly. Teasing, just barely brushing the opening of her core. "Roses are meant to be fed!" Regina gasped out suddenly, desperately needing him.
He laughed as he suddenly crawled between her thighs, grabbing the condom, he tore it open with his teeth and rolled it down his length. He seemed to be taking forever as she was left waiting for him to make love to her. The condom firmly in place, he leaned down and let his lips fall down upon her lips. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as her legs parted even more for his body.
His hands were upon her body. Stroking the rise of her breasts, his fingers curling around the fullness there, then seeking the detail of her nipple, playing there, making the peak harden under his touch. His hand moved again, curving over her midriff, finding her hip. Slipping beneath her to cradle her behind. Exploring, demanding, seducing.
And all the while, she felt the potent hardness and length of his cock against her. So warm. Rubbing against her belly. Insinuative, sensual. His stoke moved again. Falling too against her belly, before moving lower.
His lips touched hers again and again. They teased at her eyes, at her earlobes, at her throat. His whispers touched her ears, telling her how much he loved her, wanted her. She knew the tenderness in his words, his touch. She felt his fingers once again, inside of her, stroking her. When she thought he would complete the act of love between them, she was surprised when he was suddenly on his knees, his hands around her legs. She let out a moan as his lips moved to her core and her fingers plowed into the richness of his hair, keeping him there where she wanted him.
Gently parting her lips with his thumb and forefinger, lathing there with his tongue, more and more intimately. She moved her hips and her legs parted even more to give him more room to her. She was keenly, achingly aware of every sensation he was causing her to feel. She knew the feel of her back against the linen bedding, knew the softness into which she sank. She knew the scent of the flowers, the roses in the air. The coarse, masculine feel of his hair beneath her fingers. And she was oh so aware of the blinding, building fire within her.
Centering...
Then he was over her again. She briefly caught sight of his eyes, burning with such a shattering intensity. He brought her hands up above her head, clasping their fingers together as he was suddenly inside her, deep, deep inside her. She managed to remove her hands from his grasp to move them to his shoulders as he thrust himself into her. For the briefest moment, it seemed that she would shatter in two, she was so full of him and it had been so long since she had taken a lover.
Her eyes met his. Sharp blue eyes impaled her just as his cock did.
Then a great shuddering seized hold of him. He closed his eyes in obvious delight as he then began to move. She dug her nails into his back as the forces gripped her more fully, she sank her teeth into his shoulder. His answering moan seemed to tell her he approved. His thrusts at first were slow and deliberate, going all the way inside of her, only to almost pull all the way out.
Then his thrusts changed, they were now still deep but fast, oh so fast now. Demanding that she came along with him for the ride. Bronze muscles flexed with strain, and a fine sheen of perspiration began to break out on their bodies. She did cry out, stunned at the force of him, entering deeper and deeper inside her, again and again...
But his tempest had swept inside her. It was so close, ever so close. That crystal glory that had beckoned her before, that he had given her so many times, but never this true. She closed her eyes tightly, she felt the fury of the storm about to break. And she was part of it. Hips writhing to his command, he moved one hand to her right thigh and moved it slightly and held it up to deepen his thrust, this slight move, was making him hit her g-spot ever so good!
His mouth seized hers as he moved. Lowered. Captured the rouged peak of her breast as he thrust with greater demand, need. And each touch brought new streaks of fire and light cascading down upon her. Never had she felt like this, not this rising, soaring wonder. Twisting, undulating, wondering, seeking more, needing more. More and more of him.
Her orgasm exploded throughout her. Wild, violent. There was a scream, and she dimly realized it to be her own. A rush of heat flooded her as magic touched the length of her. Tremors shook and seized her, just as his orgasm took control of his body. His hips rocked up into her, powerful, sure. His groan was in her ear as he came, he collapsed on top of her.
Finally she became aware of everything about her. The feel of the coolness of the air in the room now. The hair roughened thigh of the man who now stared down at her. He slowly eased his weight from her. His thigh remained cast casually over her lower limbs. His hand lay just below her breast.
He leaned over and his mouth delved within and played upon hers. "Do you regret it?"
"No, it was the most erotic night of my life," Regina answered.
"I love you, never doubt that," Robin whispered.
"And I you," Regina said, both were complete spent and pleased. "There is just one thing."
"What's that?" Robin asked.
"I still want the back seat of your limo," Regina said with a slight laugh to her words. Maybe they could on the way back or to the airport.
Robin slowly smiled, his dimples showing clearly, "Then the backseat you shall have, but how do you feel about the hot tub outside?"
Regina smiled as she said, "Well, what are we waiting for?"
(Okay, so there is some angst coming, but HAY ;) it's over with very quickly.)