finallyyyy here it is! I hope you like it. This one's for everyone who patiently waited for this moment all this time. as always, please forgive all the mistakes, english is not my 1st language xoxo

The alarm clock rang at six precise, as each morning. But this time, the awakening was not as unpleasant as always; the first thing they both saw was each other, and the reaction was immediate: a smile. A beautiful one.

"Good morning, my love." he breathed, as he felt her stretching gently beside him. He smiled again, spontaneously, while he still tried to convince himself that it was not a dream, it was reality, the reality he was gonna live every day for the rest of his life.

"Hmmm, good morning!" she chuckled. His lips were the first thing she tasted that morning as she finally allowed hers to brush against his soft ones. Her beautiful brown eyes were still closed, too scared to receive the very first ray of light of the day, and Robin couldn't help but be touched by how sweet she was.

Regina smiled and kissed his shoulder; it was a gentle kiss, but it had something mischievous that drove him insane.

"so, would you like to have breakfast with me, today? Our first breakfast as a couple." she asked in that innocent tone.

"Hmm, of course, Miss Mills. What would you like to eat?" kisses, kisses and more kisses. Regina was holding in her arms what she believed it would remain just a dream, a typical scene of those pathetic movies she used to watch when she was fourteen.

"Waffles. With a lot of chocolate." another kiss "And cream."

Robin's mind flew somewhere else at her words, while, on his tongue, he could almost feel the taste of Regina Mills.

"Consider it done." he tried to break away from her and she gasped:
"Ok then, I'll take a shower in the meantime." she shrugged, nonchalantly.

Robin's eyes almost popped out of his head: "W-what?"

"A shower, Locksley." she took off her tank top, remaining with just her white lace bra on. Robin's pants, despite the fact that they were made of a soft cloth, began to tighten at that sight: she was stunning.

"You know how to take a shower, right?" she laughed mischievously "You take your clothes off, get under the water…" she got out of bed, dropping her shorts to her feet.

She was in her underwear. In her simple, coordinated, white lace underwear that contrasted perfectly with her olive skin. Robin felt as if someone was strangling him: he didn't even know how to breathe anymore.

"Regina…" he groaned as she slowly slide the strap of her bra along her shoulder. Christ.

"I'll see you later, Locksley" she smiled and… God, that smile. She disappeared behind the bathroom door, but not before showing him a large view of her back. That. Ass.

Robin was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and, for a brief moment, he thought of throwing a glass of ice water in his face to reduce the temperature of his body that had increased way too much at that sight.

Or maybe he could reach her in the shower… No. He knew that the biggest part of him wanted to wait.

He went into the kitchen and tried to concentrate for a few minutes on something other than Regina Mills' perfect body. For example, their breakfast: he put the waffles in the microwave and melted some milk chocolate —Regina's favorite, there was no doubt.— in a saucepan. The whipped cream was still to be made, so he poured it in an orange bowl and got busy.

"Hmm, it smells delicious" he heard her saying as she walked into the room. When Robin turned around to look, he nearly dropped all the dishes he was holding in his hands: she was wearing a simple white silk robe and her hair, just dried, was falling over her shoulders, slightly caressing her chest. He knew her well enough to know that under that thin layer of cloth she had nothing.

He had to bit his lip to keep himself from cursing.

He was still shirtless and those abs she had desired to touch and underline with her tongue for far too long were right in front of her, finally. She approached him slowly with that smirk.

"Cream" she whispered, low.

"W-what?" Robin could barely speak.

"You're about to make whipped cream." she dipped her fingers into the bowl, then licked them slowly, with the sweetest smile. Robin didn't know if her intention was to drive him insane or simply to look like the innocent child he was, by then, sure she wasn't.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"My love" he moaned as Regina passed her wet fingers along Robin's chest. "are you trying to kill me this morning?" he said it out loud, almost unconsciously.

She ran her hands all over his abs, stroking one by one, carefully, devouring every inch of his skin with her eyes. She closed her arms around his neck and looked at him straight in the eyes: "I want you." she whispered tenderly, looking at him through those long dark lashes of hers that Robin loved so much.

It was there that he found himself unable to control his body anymore: he wanted her too, Christ, if he wanted her. He was constantly searching for the perfect moment to make love to her, but he didn't understand that every moment was perfect for two people who had desired and wanted each other as much. He placed his hands on her hips, pushing Regina's body even closer to his than it already was. He brought their lips together in a tremendously passionate kiss as he lifted her up and took her in the bedroom, as if she was his bride.

Robin couldn't hear it, but Regina's heart was beating wildly. She was feeling like when, as a teenager, she made love for the very first time. It was all so new, all to be discovered. He slowly placed her on the mattress, without ever looking away from her eyes. He let his sweat pants slip down from the waist to his feet, then finally took them off. His boxers were black and, when Regina's eyes inevitably fell on them she couldn't keep herself from biting her lip. It was as if she had never seen anything like that before, as her first experience, as if she couldn't predict his next move. And it was true: she couldn't. All she remembered from a similar situation was violence, pain, terror. And then, when he leaned over her and wrapped his arms around her body, leaning on his palms not to crush her with his weight, she felt like the happiest and most loved woman she had ever known.

He brought his eyes into hers, firmly, as his hand wandered down her chest, looking for the belt of her silk robe. When he found it, he opened it and gently pulled it down, until he was finally able to throw it away.

Oh my God. She was finally naked in front of him. She was a vision, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Her smooth skin, her firm breasts and her nipples, hard and almost as red as her cheeks; her flat stomach, and those legs… God, those legs. Robin Lockley had always looked, admired, desired every inch of Regina Mills' legs, it wasn't a secret. From the first day he laid eyes on her he realized: he would have recognized those legs anywhere.

"You're…" beautiful? stunning? In all honesty, every word seemed trivial, obvious and definitely din't suit the situation: she was so much more, and he knew it. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, my love." he saw her smiling and blushing lightly, while her arms closed around his neck:
"Make love to me, Robin." there was no need to say more to bring back that tender smile on his lips; he leaned gently against her chest, kissing every inch from the neck down. He buried his mouth in the valley between her perfect breasts and heard her moaning, sighing, arching her spine, way too much for a simple contact with his lips. But he couldn't complain, he loved her being hypersensitive to anything concerning him, he loved the way his kisses made her moan and took her breath away.
"I love you" he whispered while, with his tongue, he traced the outline of one of her hard nipples. He felt Regina's fingers slipping between his blond hair and pulling, hard. "I love you so much" he repeated, as he took her nipple in his teeth and applied a light pressure, just enough to make her moan again. He traced a trail of kisses up to her right breast, practicing the same movements, as his free hand continued to pleasure the other side, massaging her flesh in tender circles.

"Robin" she breathed out in pleasure "please" her hands wandered down his back, scratching gently, without hurting him.

"What do you want, my love?" he smiled, breathing on her stomach, making her wince. He was tracing a path with his lips, along the belly, down to the navel, pausing around it, with his tongue, looking straight into her dark eyes. "Tell me and I'll give it to you."

A groan filled the empty room when Robin's mouth finally had a first, sweet taste of Regina Mills. Her skin was perfectly smooth, it slipped under his tongue as if she was born to be a victim of his mouth. He kissed her mound, repeatedly, gently. Regina trembled at every move he made, she wanted more, she wrapped her legs around his face, pressing her thighs together to get more pleasure. She was going crazy.

"oh my God, Robin" she almost yelled. She knew he wasn't going to continue unless she explicitly told him to, she knew him: when he wanted something, he perfectly knew how to get it. To him, it was important that she left herself go, that she told him her deepest desires.

"what do you want, my love?" she heard him repeating.

Regina felt her cheeks heating up like never before as she ran a hand down her stomach, between her legs, until she reached his mouth. There she laid her index finger, on his lips, stroking them gently, then brought it down again, on her womanhood, as to indicate it. She had been clear and the sweetness she put in every gesture made him smile like a child.

It was enough for now.

Slowly, gently, he ran his tongue along her sex, watching her arching her spine while her hands clutched the sheets so hard that her knuckles turned white.

"Robin!" she shouted as the pleasure grew more and more. She hadn't felt such pleasure in years, years in which she didn't even believe it was possible anymore.

She was feeling his lips, tongue, even his teeth everywhere, on every inch of her body, straight to her brain.

"Oh my—" she parted her lips, forming a perfect "o" while arching her back up. Robin took the opportunity to support her arse with his warm hands and sink his mouth completely into her. He felt her shuddering, moaning, screaming and finally coming, on his tongue, on his lips, he had her taste everywhere.

He smiled, one of those satisfied smiles mixed with the simple joy of making her feel that long-forgotten pleasure.

As she watched the most intense pleasure taking shape on her face, he felt the desire to make her come again, and again, and again. And this time, he wanted to be inside of her while she did.

He tried to take his boxers off quickly, but not too much, as he wanted to memorize her like that: the image of her face completely invaded by the pleasure was forever saved in his memory.

"I want you, my love, I need to feel you." her hard nipples brushing against his chest were driving him even crazier than he already was, if that was possible, as he wondered if he would have been able to control himself, once he was finally inside of her.

"Then take me, Robin. I won't break, I swear." she whispered, still breathless from her first orgasm. He smiled sweetly while their lips were joined together once again, this time accompanied by their bodies. For Regina, feeling him inside of her was like being finally complete, as if someone had entered her missing puzzle piece, as if she had found the only piece compatible with her whole being.

She moaned as he whispered one more time how much he loved her. She felt him moving inside of her and it was so different from what she was used to, so new: she felt him in every inch of her body as he moved inside and out, inside and out, carefully not to hurt or startle her in any way. He heard her moaning in his ear and whispering words he would have never expected to hear from her. He smiled at that thought: oh, se had done so much more than simply give voice to her wishes.

She brought her hands behind his neck, urging him to look into her eyes, so that she could let him understand what she wanted without needing to speak. Her face was contracted in ecstasy and Robin couldn't help but smile at it: it was thanks to him if she felt so good, he couldn't help himself from gloating and feeling proud: she deserved everything in the world and, now that they were both close to their climax, he wanted to make sure everything was perfect, like he had wanted from the very beginning.

"Kiss me." she asked, before he could suffocate the millionth whimper with his mouth.

Robin knew he could let go inside of her and he also knew that he wasn't going to last much longer; however he wanted to wait, to extend that time as much as possible, to wait her, give her as much pleasure as he could.

And they came, they came together, at the same time, such was the harmony among them. Although he felt like he wanted to just close his eyes and collapse at her side, Robin took his time to stare at her, once again, her whole body quivering, her mouth wide open and her eyelids heavily abandoned over her pupils. For a second he doubted that she was still breathing, that her heart could still beat, but when she opened her coffee brown eyes that for him, and him only, had turned darker that morning, he smiled and rolled to her side.

He was still inside of her and Regina couldn't help but enjoy that feeling for some more: she turned to face him and they hugged, they kissed, they smiled to each other. They were finally complete and that feeling was absolutely the best they both had ever felt.

"I love you" she whispered. Another blow to the heart. It would have been the same everytime he told her, she was more than sure.

"I love you" she replied, with another kiss.

They had stayed in that position for minutes, they simply forgot about time: to them, they were just seconds, brief moments. They only noticed it had been almost an hour when, between their kisses and naughty smiles, Regina's eyes ended up on the alarm clock.

Twenty to eight. Twenty to fucking eight.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, making him laugh like an idiot:
"Miss Mills! How unusual of you to use such language!"

"oh, fuck you!" another laugh, so spontaneous that he couldn't help but return it "look what you've done, now we're late!"

"What I've done?"

"You, of course."

"I'd like to remind you that you walked into my kitchen, practically naked." he tried to tickle her but she managed to escape, getting out of bed as she tried to cover herself with the sheets.

"Oh, sure, now it's my fault if I'm irresistible." he laughed crazily even though, deep down, he knew she was right: she was irresistible and he couldn't and didn't even try to deny it.

"Well, Miss Irresistible" he stood up too but, unlike her, he didn't bother to cover himself at all. Regina had to bite her lip as she tried in every way to avoid blushing: she had already seen him naked, and very closely, how could he still have that effect on her?

"where you think you're going?"

"to take a shower, Mills. You know how to take a shower, right?" he quoted the words she had used before, with that smirk that drove her insane and not always in a positive way. He walked towards her with that smugness of his and that body… Christ, that body.

"alright." she murmured.

"alright."

"fine."

"fine." she bit her lip again, while her face was now only a few inches away from Robin's. She wasn't going to kiss him, no, she knew his intentions and she couldn't let him. It was a quarter to eight, for Christ's sake, they couldn't start their relationship by getting late at work, he was her boss!

She watched him wrapping his long fingers around the soft sheet that was still determined to cover Regina's body. He just needed to pull it a little to let it fall to her feet; and there she was again, completely naked in front of him, with those big Bambi eyes that made her look like an innocent little girl.

"Now," she whispered softly, tracing the outline of his shoulder with her fingertips "I'm going to get dressed and you'll take your shower —alone, I don't care if that means I'll have to kick your ass.- You know why, Locksley?" she smiled all proud of herself for having been able to resist to the uncontrollable desire of kissing him senseless and start what they had finished doing just a few minutes before all over again. "Because I love you, and I don't want our relationship to start in the wrong way." she kissed his chest, right there, where his heart was beating, then she smiled again: "Do not think of me down there." and, with that, she left. To get dressed. Away from him.

thoughts?