(A/N-Very special thanks to my beta Bekki for beta reading this. Ty boo! And ty to those who read, follow and review this. It means so much to me.)
Robin was on his way to Regina's. He had finally managed to get her address out of her after he had literally begged her. He had explained he would keep an open mind, but he had to have peace of mind that she was safe. He was almost to the address and already didn't like this, not one bit. There was a few low lives hanging around with evil looks on their faces, Robin hated to judge people by this, but in this world he had to always be on his guard.
People killed for nothing these days, and he was going to do all he could to make sure he was safe and those who he cared about where. And his first priority was getting Regina out of this place, the next would be finding her a place that was in her budget that was in a good neighborhood. Until he could convince her to marry him one day soon.
He parked his car and went to her apartment. He saw a few younger men hanging around near her door and he knew he couldn't let her stay here anymore. They may be harmless but he wasn't going to take that chance with her well being.
He knocked on her door and she opened it seconds later, "Robin," she said as she pulled him inside. The place was open, not much furniture, it was lightly decorated and he could see Regina'a touch through the place.
"Sorry, it's not much," Regina said as he turned to look at her.
"It's fine," Robin said, "inside."
"I know, but I promise they are harmless," Regina said, knowing he was talking about the men in the hallway.
"Maybe," Robin said. "I want you to think about moving."
"When you say, you want me to think about, you mean you want me out of here," Regina said.
"I want you in a safe place," Robin defended himself, "and I have an apartment that I don't use that is not too far from work. I would like you to consider living there."
"Robin, I can't accept that," Regina said. "When you do things like that, it makes me feel..." she paused, searching for the right word which wouldn't offend him.
He provided it, "Cheap?" he clipped.
"Inadequate," she amended, "I can't match your generosity, Robin, simply because I don't have the necessary funds to do it. When you buy me expensive things, it makes me feel..."
"Bought."
"Let me finish, please," she said, irritated because he was really only stating the truth. "You are deliberately misconstruing everything I say."
"I also say you might be misconstruing what I'm trying to do for you and for myself," Robin defended himself. "You being in a safe place is what will let my mind be at ease."
Robin was no snob by any means, but he just wanted her safe first.
"I have nothing but myself to give to you and I want nothing but yourself in return. Is all I am trying to get at," Regina appealed to him.
He sighed at that, in a way which brought tears to her eyes, reached out and drew her against him. "You are wrong you know," he murmured into her hair. "You have given me the most expensive and precious gift a woman can give a man, well one of them. And if I let it pass by unacknowledged, then I would certainly be an idiot."
"What's that?" Regina asked.
"This," Robin said as he placed a hand on her chest where her heart lay, "Your heart, your love."
"It was freely given, Robin," she whispered softly.
"And I intend on keeping it for a very, very long time," Robin whispered back to her. "I just wished you would consider living in the apartment."
"I don't know, I just feel like I would be a kept woman," Regina debated herself as well.
"Then how about moving in with me," Robin was serious, anything to get her under a roof that made him feel better about the whole situation.
"Robin," Regina said.
"I know, too soon," Robin said. "How about just trying it out for a few weeks, if not for being your lover, then about being my friend as well."
"Alright," Regina relented. It would be nice to be in a place where the water was always running, not worrying if someone would break in at night.
"Thank you," Robin said as he felt a huge feeling of relief.
So here she was now, moving her things into the apartment. It was almost three times the size of hers, with all the utilities she could dream for. She could see Robin's touch in the place, it was very masculine, very outdoors feel to it. With the pictures of the forest throughout the place, beautiful waterfalls and images of a forest, with the image of the famous Cinderella's castle.
"You're going to move in with him eventually, aren't you?" Emma asked as she was helping her unpack her things in the bedroom. Robin and Killian were helping move a few things around in the living room.
"No," she answered Emma's question. "He wants me to, but it was a bit of a battle to get me here."
"One battle, I'm so very glad that you lost," Emma said under her breath.
"I hear you, Swan," Regina said.
"Good, Mills," Emma said. "You love him, don't you."
"Is it that obvious?" Regina asked.
"I know you, I know you never would have opened yourself up like this to someone if you weren't in love with them," Emma said, but then her face turned. "Regina, how long are you going to keep your other job?"
"I don't know, just long enough to save up so I can pay Robin back something," Regina answered.
"Regina, I'm sure he expects nothing in return," Emma said, "what if he finds out what you're doing on the weekends? He's not going to like it one bit."
"He won't find out," Regina whispered as she looked to make sure the door was still shut. "I just need some time to save up and then I'll quit. With the raise I got, and now not having Leopold on my back, plus trying living here for a little while. I know I can pay him back some."
"Just be careful, he's going to be hurt if he finds out," Emma said as minutes later they walked out into the living room to see the two men sitting down on the couch, drinking a few beers.
"So this is what hard work looks like?" Emma asked as she shared a look with Regina.
"You have no idea, lass," Killian said.
"I see, well then you won't mind when we redo the kitchen now will you art our home?" Emma asked.
"Whoa! I like the kitchen as it is," Killian said as he stood up to walk up to Emma. "It holds fond memories for me." He said with a smirk on his face.
"Me too," Emma said as they kissed.
"Seems like lots of people enjoy eating in the kitchen," Robin whispered to Regina as he walked up to her. Regina blushed at the reminder of their time in the cabin.
"So can I take you all out for dinner tonight?" Robin asked the group.
"Uh, maybe a rain check," Killian answered as he continued to kiss on Emma.
"Yeah, definitely a rain check," Emma said as she pulled away from Killian to say to Regina, "I'll call you tomorrow."
Killian took Emma's hand and they were making their way towards the door, when Killian turned back, "Sorry, I almost forgot," he said as he pulled out a small package and handed it to Regina. "It's a home warming present."
Regina smiled as she started to open it, and then her head snapped up as she saw what it was, "Killian." She said, clearly embarrassed by what it was. It was a few boxes of condoms.
"What? You never know when you two might need some," Killian said as Emma pulled him out of the apartment.
"He's something," Robin said as he stood behind Regina with his arms around her waist as he kissed the side of her neck.
"That's one way of putting it," Regina said.
"Remind me to thank him," Robin said.
"Oh?" Regina asked.
"But I suppose, I should get you fed first," Robin said.
"Well, I think dinner can wait," Regina said as she turned around to face him.
"Is that so?" Robin asked.
"Mmm-hmm," Regina said as she started to back Robin backwards towards the bedroom, condoms in hand.
"You think this is enough?" Robin asked, teasingly.
"Let's find out," Regina answered as they were in the bedroom seconds later...
Regina leaned against the door frame, sipping her morning coffee as she watched him sleep. He was sprawled out in the middle of the bed, with one arm tucked under the pillow and the other resting low on his stomach under the thin white sheet. A slow smile played on her lips, and she felt her body react to the man on the bed.
Images of last night flashed through her mind, her body still showing the marks of his rough hands and teeth. She bit her lip and thought about the things he had done with his tongue. This man and his tongue had her whole being so wound up. She had let him have complete control of her, taking everything from him.
Very willingly and with reckless abandon, she thought to herself. Never before had she begged or screamed so much, or cum so hard. She blushed at how she had soaked the bed, and his admiring praise for her. Robin had looked at her with such lust in his eyes before he completely destroyed her with his tongue, feeding off her sweet taste.
What is this man doing to me?
She felt her nipples harden and the familiar tug of desire deep inside of her when she remembered the feeling as he thrust into her that first time last night. He had looked straight at her and smiled when she moaned his name.
He had been so confident, and knew exactly what to say and do to make her agree to every last little naughty, downright dirty thing he had asked for.
She kept sipping her hot coffee as her aroused, naked body grew fully alive again.
Putting down the mug on her dresser, she walked over to the bed and slowly started tugging down the sheet off his body. She smiled appreciatively as his cock came into view; even in its flaccid state it was impressive.
"Hmm, this won't do," she whispered into the room.
She watched him stir as the warm air caressed his skin. He settled back into his sleep as she positioned herself kneeling between his spread legs. She lightly slid her hands up the inside of his muscular thighs, and she watched him shift once again.
The sides of her small hands brushed against his cock, ever so gently. She saw him twitch at the touch of her soft skin against his flesh. She licked her lips as she traced a fingertip along his shaft and saw him harden even further.
His hips gyrated almost unnoticed as she squeezed the base of his cock. Moving her hand up slowly, she grasped him harder and heard a low moan escape from his lips.
She looked up at his face as she leaned down to tease his tip with her tongue. She saw his lips part and his dark eyes open as she wrapped her lips tightly around him.
She heard his low growl as his eyes connected with hers and she slowly took him deeper into her warm mouth. His jaw clenched as his hand went into her long, dark hair and gathered it in his fist.
He didn't say anything. He didn't need to; it was all written across his face. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he had given her so many times before; she would let him get lost in the same desire she had given herself to.
Her eyes stayed locked with his as she rubbed the head of his cock across her flattened tongue. She was the one in control now; it was a powerful feeling and she made a mental note for something later on.
A bead of pre-cum coated her tongue, and she moaned as she tasted it. She wanted more, she really wanted more.
She pulled her mouth away from his throbbing shaft, starting to stroke him fast and hard. She felt his grip in her hair tighten, and his look intensified.
She was not ready for him to cum yet. She wanted to hear him beg. She smiled as she heard him growl when she slowed her pace.
He raised his hips off the bed and placed his other hand around hers on his cock, forcing her to start moving faster. She heard his low, deep moan as she felt him get harder in her fist.
Robin's erratic breathing and grip around her hand was betraying how close he was to cumming. The pre-cum was trickling out of his tip, and she lapped it up with her eager tongue. He released his hold of her hand, and she wasted no time in devouring his cock. She teased his shaft with her tongue as she took him deeper into her throat. She moaned when she felt him grow against her lips.
He is so close. Pulling him out of her mouth, she saw the desperation and flash of anger in his blue eyes. The grip in her hair increased and she knew how badly he needed his release. She licked around the tip and slowly down his shaft. Grasping his cock, she started stroking him as her tongue teased his tight and cum-filled flesh.
"Fuck it," he moaned out as she kept teasing him. "Please."
YES. He was begging her!
She looked up at him again, and his eyes were now closed; he was thrusting into her hand. She surrounded him tightly with her lips around him, fisting his cock even harder. She felt him swell moments before the first spurt of heat filled her mouth. Pulling him out, she felt the rush of cum coat her lips and drip down over her now slowing hand.
Letting go of his spent cock, she sucked a creamy, cum-covered finger into her mouth as she watched him lying panting on the bed as he looked at her.
"Well, look who is finally woken up," Regina said, smiling at him. "I was wondering how you took your coffee..."
The following Friday was here and Regina was just finishing up a report for Robin, when there was a delivery. "For Ms. Regina Mills," the delivery man said as Regina smiled and signed for it.
It was a beautiful arrange of flowers, she pulled out the card and read it, "Not a gift," he'd written, but a hello because I have been so busy with a client today. But I wanted to remind you that I love you, and I've got your heart, it belongs to me. As mine belongs to you, Robin."
She smiled at his words, and inhaled the lovely perfume of the flowers as if she were inhaling that subtle spicy scent of him.
An hour later, Robin walked out of his office and made his way over to her, "Hello," he said with a smile on his face.
"Hello, and thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful," Regina said.
"Nothing compares to the beauty of your heart," Robin said, taking her hand in his, he said, "I want to take you to dinner tonight."
Regina's heart stopped, because it was Friday night and she couldn't, "I'm sorry, I have already made plans with Emma tonight and tomorrow." She quickly covered up in case he asked for Saturday night.
Robin was disappointed that she was busy, he had asked her several times about going out together on Fridays or Saturdays, granted he loved being able to spend any night with her, but why was she always busy on those nights?
"You can't go another night?" Robin asked.
"I'm sorry, but we can spend the day together Sunday," Regina offered.
"I love spending time with you every second that I can, I just want to take you out on a Friday night," Robin stated.
Regina felt such guilt over denying him what he clearly wanted, "I'm sorry, Robin."
Robin looked at her and decided not to press this issue yet, but he would at another time. He kissed her lips and said, "Have a good time with her then, and I'll call you tomorrow then."
Regina nodded as she watched him walk back into his office. She let out a deep breath as here she was again, lying to the man she loved. She looked at the calendar and thought to herself, "Only two more months, then I'll stop."
Robin was in his office, looking out the window, thinking about Regina, when his phone rung, "Neal! It's been a long time, are you in town? Yes, I'm free tonight. I don't know, those are not my things to go to. Alright, just for you then. See you then."
Later that night, Robin was sitting down at a table with his friends. Neal had just got back into town, and called up some of their friends to come down to Eddie's for a night out.
"So who's the fluff of the week for you guys?" Neal asked.
"Well, I think one of us is about to give up his bachelor status," Will said to the group.
"Oh, who's that?" Neal asked.
"This one," Will answered as he put a hand on Robin's shoulder, "He's got himself a real nice lady."
"So are you hearing wedding bells?" Neal asked jokingly.
"Very much so," Robin answered.
"Wow and what changed your mind?" Neal asked.
"An incredible woman," Robin answered.
"Well, then I say that calls for a drink," Neal said as they raised their glasses to toast. "To the first of the musketeers who is thinking of turning in their bachelor card!"
A few minutes later, Robin was sitting and not paying any attention to what was going on the stage. It was early still and the club was already full which was something unusual for a Friday night. He had been into this club a few times before with his friends. While he enjoyed being out with his friends, he did miss Regina. He was about to get out his cell phone to text her when he noticed a dancer coming up the stairs and as she got on the stage, her gaze seemed to fix on him. She was petite, maybe 5' 6. Her movement as she had walked onto the stage, exuded sensuality, her clothes made her stand out in the crowd. A white lace bra and panties, with a sheer wrap around her waist that hung to the floor.
But now she seemed frozen on the stage, as she looked at him, and that's when it hit him...
Regina! It was Regina on the stage!