as always, sorry I'm late! I hope you like this chapter, it's short and fluffy af. I'm sorry but hey! it's here so you may want to read it ? idk its late here so I really need to sleep lol enjoy! sorry for all the mistakes I'm sure there will be plenty
Robin Locksley knew he had done a mistake in the exact moment she laid eyes on Regina Mills and thought of her that way. When hen he had thought even for just a second that, between them, there could be much more than just a complicity between colleagues. He knew it was all intended to lead to something else, deep down he had always knew, even when he had promised himself that he was never gonna think of her like she was something more than a friend.
But it was when he realized he could no longer even make a meaningful sentence without thinking about her, about how he had felt when he had taken full possession of her body, of every centimeter of her soul, that he understood that that woman was under his skin and he knew that such madness could only lead to troubles. Troubles that none of them had idea how to face, obviously.
He kept telling himself that it was just the beginning, they hadn't been together for 48 hours and, after having desired each other for so long, such utter fools in love behavior was perfectly normal.
"I need to see you. Now." he sent that text when he was pretty sure she had the break. He knew, by then, her schedule by heart.
She arrived in his office exactly five minutes later -the time she needed to get rid of her Gossip Girls colleagues who used every precious minute to gossip about everything and everyone, and take the elevator up to his office.
Her hair was a real mess, typical of when she was in a hurry. Light, dark locks were falling before her eyes, framing her angelic face in an almost deliberate way. She was perfect. When he saw her, he removed his glasses and threw them somewhere on the desk, he jumped up from his chair and wrapped his arms around her waist: he kissed her, kissed her as if he hadn't seen her for days, when in fact only three hours had passed by.
Regina found herself against the door of his office, while Robin took her bottom lip between his lips and applied a gentle, pleasant pressure before pulling away. He saw her swallowing a moan and smiled to himself: she had missed him too.
"Tell me if I'm going crazy, Regina, but I can't stop thinking about you." he whispered, more serious than ever, as he took her face in his hands and started leaving short, tiny kisses here and there on that soft skin of hers that tasted of peach flowers and vanilla -just like her bubble bath that that morning he had had the pleasure of trying.
"Then I'm going crazy too." she breathed, looking for his lips with hers one more time.
"What's happening to us, my love? We look like smitten teenagers." Robin's hands wandered down her back as he held her in his protective embrace and rocked her gently, as if they were dancing to their very own imaginary melody.
"We are simply in love, I guess." she smiled, kissing the tip of his nose as he usually did with her. She made him smile.
"I can't even close my eyes for a moment without thinking of you, of your smile, of all the things we did this morning…" that smirk, again.
Regina returned it, with the same mischief: "I have to meet Vivianne this afternoon, but tonight we could…" she bit her lip, blushing "Do it again."
Robin frowned while Regina felt his hands slowly slipping down from her back:
"You have an appointment with Vivianne?" confusion and probably anger were rising in his voice "Are you still going to buy a house?"
"Robin…" she sighed. He saw her looking down, as if she felt guilty for what she was about to say, and it was true: "It's just that… I want to have a house. A house I can count on in case… things don't work out between us."
"You mean if I become a crazy maniac like the son of a bitch you married? Someone who beats his wife and almost kills her? Is that what you fear?" he raised his voice, but just slightly: he was always very careful with her, with every word, every gesture.
Regina's eyes were sparkling, but there wasn't any joy in them as before, it was because of tears: they had never really argued before, except once, and she remembered perfectly well how it ended. She didn't know how to react, she just knew she didn't want it to end up like that. She didn't want to feel that emptiness again.
"Robin, please—"
"Regina, look at me," he said firmly, as he took her face in his hands, gently, and brought his eyes in hers; they were large, full of tears that were ready to get out but he wouldn't let them, ever.
"My love, I would never, ever hurt you. I swear I'd rather die than be the cause of your pain and tears, like I am now." he stroked her cheeks, moving his thumbs under her eyes, as if he wanted to wipe away the tears that he would never let fall.
"I know, Robin, I do, really!" she whispered, giving him a weak smile "It's just that…"
"What?"
He watched her looking down again and biting her lip nervously, while her cheeks -which were still under his soft thumbs- were slowly heating up. She was conflicted: a part of her wanted him to know all of her insecurities while the other kept telling her that it was just a silly thing, but if, by telling him, they would have avoided an argument, she would tell him. Absolutely.
"I'm afraid that… well… we made love for the first time this morning. How many more could you still want me? Two? Maybe three, but they you'll get bored. I'll bore you. Because, in all honesty, Robin, I know that I'm not Miss Universe, nor I have a perfect body or whatever, but—" she got interrupted by some kind of yelp: her own. Robin had lifted her up and made her sit on his desk, making her smile unconsciously: what the hell was wrong with that crazy in love man?
"Now listen to me, okay?" he said, his eyes firmly buried in hers. Regina imperceptibly nodded. "I love you. I love you like mad and, no matter how hard you'll try, you'll never make me believe, even for a second, that I might get tired of you. I want you, Regina. I've wanted you for months without being able to touch, taste, feel you and now that you're finally mine…" he let out a giggle because, God, God, that situation was ridiculous! She couldn't really think that he would get tired of her, it just couldn't be possible! "Regina, I can't stop thinking about you, about your body under mine, your skin under my fingertips and my mouth on every single inch of your being. I want to do everything we did this morning all over again, and more. I want you here, now, on this table. I want you on my chair, on the couch, against the wall. I want you on every desk, in every classroom, on every chair, against every blackboard. I want you in our house, on the kitchen table, on our couch, in the guest room, then in our bed again, only to start all over again." he saw her biting her lip at those words and he couldn't help but feeling satisfied. He kissed her, kissed her passionately as the desire of biting that lip the way she had just done was driving him crazy. He tasted her tongue, swallowing her moans, feeling her parting her lips further to welcome him fully.
He felt her wrapping her arms around his neck and he couldn't help but grab her, hold her, push her body against his, her breasts agains this chest, her face against his. There, for the very first time, he hated her. He hated her for being so fucking irresistible, he hated her for wanting to take her right there, make her scream his name until the walls fell down, he just couldn't help but hate her.
"I love you, you know that, right?" he had to pull away to stop himself from going farther. Regina buried her face in his neck and breathed him in:
"I know," she smiled "and I love you too."
Days passed by and Regina and Robin were a a happy couple from two weeks. Regina had never felt so happy, ever. Simply waking up every morning in his arms, after having made love all night, and see his smile was enough to make her smile all day. She felt like the happiest woman in the world and Robin… well, Robin was just the perfect man, everything she had dreamed of and wanted since she was a child.
"Good evening, Locksley!" she exclaimed with a smile, entering the door with a lot of shopping bags. Robin was immediately there to give her a hand but not before, while returning her smile, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "hmmm, that smells delicious, what are you cooking?"
"Tomato sauce. Wanna taste?" they put the bags on the kitchen table and Robin begun to put the things she had bought in the fridge and on the shelves.
"Yes, please!" she giggled, approaching the spoon Robin was holding near her mouth. "Yummy! Just add some hot pepper and it'll be perfect!"
"Hmm, I knew you liked it hot but…" he winked and he started laughing like crazy.
"You're hopeless, you know that?" she smiled one more time and put the milk and eggs in the fridge.
"You bought ice cream?" he asked, noticing the other stuff in the bag.
"Yes. Chocolate, hazelnut and pistachio."
"Mh, I bought the cream. We could put it on ice cream and… not only on that." It wasn't a joke like the one before, this time he looked straight in her eyes, a look that made her melt like butter.
God, they made love almost every night and he still had the desire of exploring her body like the first time. It gave her goosebumps every time he talked to her like that.
"Maybe… after dinner…" she approached him slowly while she blushed and nervously bit the inside of her cheek. She was still that teenager at her first crush he had known and fell in love with the very first moment he saw her; he was sure she would never change and that was exactly why he knew for sure that he would never had enough of that woman.
As soon as she put a hand on his chest, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. It was a deep kiss, the kind that make you lose your mind, that he himself was forced to interrupt: "I have to tell you something."
"Mh-hmm." she breathed, without even really paying attention. She needed to kiss him, to feel his lips on hers because, by then, it had become a drug to her, it was an addiction.
"Tomorrow…" and shit, shit, he was damn distracted by that body that she continued to press against his. He wasn't going to control himself any longer if he didn't stop, not with her, so he just blurted it out: "Tomorrow my mother comes to town."
Those simple words were enough to make her pull away from him, completely, immediately, as if she had just awakened from a beautiful dream.
"What? Tomorrow? Your mother? But… I don't know her!"
Robin chuckled: "Yeah, that's the point, I want you to meet her." Regina's heart began to beat wildly in her chest. It had never happened before, a similar situation: Victor had lost both of his parents when he was very young and had spent most of his life with his uncle, his mother's brother, who died too when he was just 21. Regina had always thought that the lack of a maternal figure in his life was probably one of the reasons of his behavior, of his misogyny, of him thinking and treating women like objects.
"I—I…"
"What is it, my love?" he stroked her arms gently.
Regina had always had the wrong example of a mother: Cora was tough, not a thing moved her, not even the tears of a four years old baby girl who already felt unloved and unwanted. She remembered she had spent most of her life wondering what having a normal mother would be like, a loving, kind one. She wondered if, every night, before she slept, she would kiss her forehead and tuck her in; if in the mornings, when she was barely awake, she would prepare her breakfast with a beautiful, loving smile on her lips; if, once grown, she would understand every problem and be by her side to fix it, no matter what she believed in, she would still be her little girl.
Regina had always had the wrong example of a mother, but maybe, somewhere out there, the mother of her dreams existed, for someone.
"I don't think I can do it, Robin, really."
He watched her slipping away from his touch and sitting on one of the chairs in the kitchen. The smile he loved so much had disappeared from her angelic face, and also her cheeks were not as red as they were when Robin's body was against hers.
Regina had always told him, during the months they had lived together as friends, about her mother Cora, about how cold she was. Of course she wouldn't focus on details and he didn't insist, because he saw the way her face darkened everytime they brought the topic up and she had to recall those memories; but still, she had managed to tell something that made him want to get up and yell at the ceiling, speak to that God who had never been there for a woman that deserved his help more than anything.
How could it be that no one had been able to give her at least half of the love he felt for her? Christ, how had she been able to go on with that life? In spite of everything that happened to her… She was truly the strongest, bravest woman he had ever met and, in that exact moment, Robin swore to himself that he wouldn't spend a second of his life without showing her the infinite love he felt for her.
"Hey…" he sat down in front of her and took her hand, bringing his deep blue eyes in hers. "I know what you've been through, but you must believe me when I say that my mother will love you. She already does." he smiled "She's the sweetest, most understanding and loving person that you can meet. I… I tell her about you everyday, my love, you have to believe me. I've never hidden anything from her, I could always talk to her about everything cause I knew she would understand. I know you haven't had this opportunity and I can't change the past, as far as I'd love to." he saw her eyes shining in tiny tears again. She hadn't been crying for weeks and, damn, now he was making her again. "But I can change the present, and I swear I'll work hard everyday to make sure that even your future will be full of love, cuddles and tenderness." he managed to make her smile and it was like breathing again after so long. "I love you, Regina. I love you with all my heart and my mother knows this more than anyone else." he smiled back "She knows from the very first day I saw you, when I spoke on the phone with her, about you; she knows of the horrible things you've been through with that son of a bitch, I told her the day after I took you away from him; she knows since I started dating Daniels and I told her that I hoped she could make me forget about you, about how much I already loved you. And when, two weeks ago, I finally told her of us, that we were finally together, that we loved each other like idiots and I had never felt so happy… You know what was her answer?" Regina shook her head lightly, as a tear of pure emotion escaped her eyes at his words "Robin Jonathan Locksley, you are just like your father, aren't you? You never listen to me and when I'm right you forget to admit it." he imitated his mother's voice and Regina giggled. Yes, that was definitely his favorite sound. "She knew from day one that what I had for you was true love, from the day I told her about you the first time we met. My mother has been married to my father for fifty-five long years and, when she lost him, she felt like a piece of her soul had died with him. He was the love of her life, and she knew it from the moment she saw him. She's always been good with that sort of things."
Regina smiled: maybe it was too late for them to spend fifty-five years of their life together, but they would have surely spent every last one of their breaths to love each other.
"Do you really think I won't end up disappointing her expectations?" she sighed.
"Don't be ridiculous. She'll love you, I promise." he didn't let go of her hand until he saw her smiling. Regina nodded, finally relieved: "So" she chuckled "where are you going to take me and Angela Locksley tomorrow night?"
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