(Special thanks to a friend for the art work for the 31 prompts and to Bekki for beta reading these. And thank you to all who read, review, follow and fav this. Version B to follow soon.)
Day 5-Red Lipstick, Version A
(Set in the missing year)
Robin was walking outside into the courtyard, he had just finished having lunch with his men, along with his little boy. His son was going to spend time with Doc, as Doc went to check on anyone who had any injury from the latest attack at the castle. He was walking towards the stables to get his bow and arrow, where he had left them this morning. He had just entered the opened doors when he heard the sound of someone talking.
"You're a beautiful stallion," Regina murmured, as she stroked the horse's mane, "you remind me a little bit of Rociante."
"I have to admit, I haven't spent this much time with a horse until now," Regina said, as Robin hid in a stall a few down from her.
"I used to ride every day since I was twelve," Regina continued to talk,"my mother thought it wasn't very lady like though."
Robin was picturing her as a young lady, defiant to her very controlling mother. He listened, as she continued to talk about her younger days.
"But thankfully my father supported my riding lessons," Regina said, as she smiled at the reminder. "He was a very good man, but my mother was so domineering to him."
Robin could hear the pain in her words, hearing how her father couldn't stand up to his wife.
"One of the other reasons I loved riding so much, was because when I was seventeen, I fell in love with our stable boy, Daniel," Regina said, as she had both good and bad memories of him.
"I loved him so much, I dreamed of one day of us running away and living the rest of our lives together," Regina said. Robin could hear the depth of her feelings for this Daniel, that she had loved. Where was this Daniel? What had happened to him? He continued to remain silent as he waited for her to continue.
"I was too afraid back then to stand up to mother," Regina said. "and then fate intervened. I saved the King's daughter, Snow White. And mother promised me to the King, as his wife. Snow saw Daniel and I one night, and I asked her to keep my secret, and she promised me she would."
Robin let out a breath, he had never heard why the young Queen had married the much older man, but now it all made sense, her mother wanted it.
"I went to Daniel, asked him to marry me and together we were about to leave, when mother found us, and I thought she had finally put my happiness over her greed," Regina said.
Robin waited with baited breath, as he waited to hear what had happened, he had a bad feeling about how it had ended.
"Mother ripped out his heart in front of me and crushed it, killing the love of my life, so that I would be forced to marry the King," Regina said, as she felt her heart breaking again.
Robin felt his heart break, at the image of a younger Regina loosing her young love at such a tender age. He had lost Marian, when he was in his early thirties. He had felt a horrible loss, but Roland had been his reason for going on.
"I had to marry the King, at this point I didn't even care, about anything," Regina said. "I had lost the love of my life, my future had died with Daniel. I knew then I would never love again, and no one would ever love me."
Robin hated that the young girl had been so crushed, so alone.
"I felt such a rage at Snow for telling my mother about Daniel and I to run off," Regina said, "I could only think of the day, that I would get my revenge against her."
"I thought I would get my revenge through a curse, when I cast it the first time, I had to sacrifice the thing I love most, I tried to use Rociante's heart, but it didn't work."
"My father was the thing I loved most," Regina said, "and I killed him to try to get revenge. But even after the curse worked, I almost lost my son because of it."
"Did I tell you his name? His name was Henry, Henry Daniel Mills," Regina said.
Robin was finally beginning to understand, to a point, of why the Queen had been so determined to get revenge on her step daughter. He shifted his feet, absent minded, when he did so, alerting Regina to his presence.
"Who's there?" Regina called out, summoning a fireball in her hand, ready to fire if need be.
"Apologies, milady," Robin said, as he walked out into the open.
"How long have you been there?" Regina asked, the fireball still in her hand.
"A little while," Robin admitted. He saw no point in lying to her now. "but you won't kill me. I think you want someone to talk to."
Regina let the fireball go out,"what makes you think you know me so well?"
"Because I'd be charred to a crisp right now if you didn't," Robin said boldly. He walked up to stand beside her, seeing the pain he had heard from her voice in those eyes of hers. He touched the horse, running his own hand over its broad back.
"You like horses?" Regina asked, as she ran her hand over the side of the horse.
"I'm fond of them, among other things," Robin said, as he took a risk and let his hand rest on top of hers. She didn't pull away, which was a positive sign.
"Like?" Regina asked. There was something calming in his touch, as much as she hated to admit it to herself.
"I enjoy spending time with my boy, my Merry Men, and the scent of a fresh rain in the forest," Robin said, as he watched her expression with a smirk on his face.
"Along with being in the company with a beautiful woman," Robin said, as his eyes locked with hers. Once locked, she felt like she couldn't move away from them if she tried.
Regina smiled, as Robin then moved to gently cup her face between his hands and glared into it for what seemed like a long time. Before he leaned his head slowly forward and kissed each of her eyes closed. His lips brushed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her cheek. Then he drew her forward and embraced her. He had her head pressed to his chest and was holding it there with one hand. The other at her waist, kept her locked against him. Her eyes shut, Regina could hear his thundering heartbeat, secretly thrilled by her effect on him.
Robin smiled as he heard her sigh in his embrace, it felt so good to simply hold her in his arms. He rested his chin against her dark hair and inhaled its floral scent. She fit perfectly in his embrace and he wanted her to remain there. He pulled back to look down into her face and finally, tentatively, claimed the lips he had wanted to taste for so long. Softly at first, and then hungrily.
He groaned, expressing his rising need for her, and banded her tightly against his trembling body. Their tongues touched, savored and teased, snappishly at fist, then swiftly and demandingly.
Regina's head steadily drifted backwards, as Robin's seeking mouth wandered down the silky column of her neck. She gasped, as his teeth gently nibbled at her collarbone and his tongue played along the hollow of her throat.
He felt her hands on his chest, pushing him towards the floor of one of the empty stalls, till he was laying on a bed of straw. Regina stared at him, as he focused on her face, then lower to where her top gaped. Heat surged, left him breathless. She kneeled over him, as she undid his shirt ties and pushed his tunic away from his chest. Discovering with her lips the muscular shoulders of his. The hard line of his collarbone. The racing pulse of his throat. She heard excitement in his groan when she nipped his neck, marking him.
She licked her lips. His salty taste lingered. She wanted more.
She grabbed his laces of his pants and untied them quickly, pulling them apart and down his legs, leaving him bare to her. She lowered her head, then proceeded to licked at his flushed head. His taste overwhelmed her senses, more pungent than his skin. Even as he growled, she drew him into her mouth.
Robin released a pent up breath, as Regina's mouth closed over him. He couldn't believe this was happening, she was pleasuring him with her mouth. His skin felt so hot, smoke should rise from his body. He struggled not to thrust upward.
He pulled her hair free of her tight bun, burying his head into that mane of hair. The sensation of her soft, wet mouth on him banished everything from his mind. Her tongue flickered, then she lifted away and stared at him. She smiled, as she took him into her mouth once again. Tentatively she sucked. His hips bucked upward at the intense pleasure.
Before Robin knew what hit him, she moved her hand up and down his length, as she sucked. A drop of pearly liquid leaked from his tip. Regina deliberately licked away the evidence of excitement. The abrasion of her tongue made him clench his hands. He made to pull her towards him so that he could pleasure her, but she stopped him.
"Not so fast," Regina said, as she took his hands and put them behind his head on the ground.
She once again took him in her mouth, taking him deeper this time. His sight faded to black.
In his wildest dreams he'd never imagined she'd do this. In his fantasies yes, he had imagined her doing this. She bobbed her head until she took most of him. He groaned again and his hips surged. "Regina, please."
She increased the pressure and he squeezed his eyes shut, battling to hold on. He wanted nothing more than to roll her onto her back and take her as he longed to do. Knowing he wouldn't last long with how far gone he was by her.
"I want to be inside of you," Robin moaned.
"Oh no," her smile was provoking. "Now when I have you where I want you."
She took him in her mouth and jerked hard on him up and down until he was spilling in her mouth, rapidly, joyously, uncontrollably. He lay there, attempting to reach for her again, but she quickly wiped her mouth and stood up.
"If you dare tell anyone about this, I will char you to a crisp," Regina said as she walked off, leaving him there. After a few seconds, Robin straightened his clothes and headed back into the castle. On the way there, he ran into some of his men. They were looking at him strangely.
"What is it?" Robin asked.
"Well, Robin, I've known you a long time now, but I never knew you preferred red lipstick," Little John said.
Robin looked at one of the mirrors on the wall and saw where Regina's lipstick imprint was on his mouth, his neck. He smiled as he left his men and continued to his room. He drew a bath and after he undid his shirt and pants, he happened to catch something else on himself, his member, that caused him to smirk with delight.
Red lipstick.