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Day 6- Smirking

(Set in the missing year)

The next day Robin was walking down the hallway, heading towards the council room. There was to be a meeting there for a few of them, including the Prince and Princess, Granny, Belle, Grumpy and of course Regina. He smirked to himself, as he remembered the special time they shared in the stables the day before. The pleasure she had given to him, how she had opened up, if not knowingly he had been listening as she had.

He hoped this would be the start of a turning point with them. He hoped she would keep her guard down, if only by a little. He opened the council room door and saw her standing by the windows, she had turned her head when he had walked in. He closed the door behind him and walked up behind her. She had not turned around, as he was standing there, so he made a bold move and put his hands on her hips, bringing the back of her into his front. He lightly grounded his hips into hers.

"I hope you don't expect anything from me, thief," Regina said, still defiant towards him.

"Only what you're prepared to offer to me," Robin said, smiling into the back of her head.

"And if that is nothing?" Regina asked, acting coy.

"I have a hard time, pun intended, of picturing the bold and audacious woman who took me into her warm, wet mouth, pleasing me intensely," Robin said, as his hands moved up to cup her breasts through the top of her dress. His thumbs rubbed her nipples, he smiled as he felt her hips moving backwards into him, into his hardening erection.

"And what if my desire now, is to char you to a crisp?" Regina asked.

"It's not," Robin answered confidently. There was something there, he knew it, she knew it, no matter how much she resisted it, resisted him.

"Shame, fear is quite an effective tool," Regina said.

Robin smiled at her words, leaned in daringly and moved her hair to the side, and kissed the side of her neck, running his tongue along her ear. "Are you telling me no?"

"I'm not stopping you," Regina answered, as he felt her hand move to the crotch of his pants, cupping him in her hand through his pants, and he whispered,"Not today, today is for you. I want to pleasure you as you did me yesterday."

Robin took her shoulders in his hands and pulled her towards the big table in the center of the room. "Here?" she asked, as he helped her onto the table. He took a big handful of the skirt of her dress and flung it upwards, she had no choice but to hold it with her hands.

"Here, I don't intend to waste another moment," Robin answered, as he took a chair and placed it before her.

"But anyone can walk in on us," Regina said, as she bit her lower lip with her teeth.

"I locked the door behind me," Robin said, as he parted her legs with his hands. He took her underwear, hooked it with his fingers and pulled them down, and flung them over his shoulder. He parted her legs more and pulled her till her butt was on the edge of the table. The sunlight glistened on her pink folds. He caught her potent scent. His cock was aching painfully, his whole body throbbed.

"What are you waiting for?" Regina asked, extremely eager for this.

"You're beautiful," Robin answered as he looked at her core, he had imagined this moment, from the first time he had seen her. Dreamed about it.

"Because I have my legs spread for you?" Regina brashly asked. She had never been one to hold back in such a long time.

"Because of you," Robin said, as he placed one hand on her thigh and lowered his head towards her head. Inhaling a breath scented of an aroused woman. He kissed her with unfettered need. She opened immediately. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, feasting on her. Trailing kisses down her slender neck.

Regina's body was alive, longing for that tongue of his to move further down her body. She groaned in pleasure, as his mouth settled against her core. "You taste so sweet, milady. Sweeter than wine."

"Put that tongue of yours to good use, thief," Regina said, as she dug her hands into his hair, holding him still between her thighs. "Don't even think of stopping."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Robin said as put his mouth between her legs, pleasure coursing through her veins, igniting a fire in them. She felt his tongue move along her cleft, up and down her.

His teeth grazed her and the pleasure centered. He explored her with his mouth, sucking, nipping, licking until she was dizzy. His tongue penetrated her in a slide of thick, wet heat. She heard herself let out a yelp at his thrusting of his tongue, in and out of her. She felt his mouth move away, only to be replaced with his fingers. Arrows of nerve shattering heat shot through her, as his fingers began to thrust in her, twisting, turning. His tongue flicked at her clit, as his fingers continued. She arched against his hand, his tongue, wanting, needing more of his attentions.

"You feel so warm, so wet for me, only for me," Robin breathed against her. He looked up to see her head to the side, her biting her lip with her teeth again and her eyes closed. Robin was not going to let her hide from the intimacy of his gaze any more than he was going to let her deny the pleasure she felt at his touch. He could feel it too. She was getting wetter and wetter with each stroke of his fingers in her.

"Look at me," he said in a demanding tone. He wanted her to watch him, watch him please her.

Regina didn't comply. Still defiant, still Regina.

"Open your eyes," Robin said, as he removed his mouth and fingers from her. If she wouldn't look at him, he would withdraw his attention from her body.

Regina opened her eyes and Robin looked into their beautiful depths, as his fingers moved slowly in and out of her snug female channel again. "Move against my hand," he whispered. "Let it happen." He once again flicked at her with his tongue, as his fingers began their sweet movements in her.

Regina felt that her body no longer belonged to her, it belonged to Robin, and he was controlling it with a sweet expertise that had Regina afraid for the first time in a long time of loosing something...her heart.

His hands were delicious instruments of torture, along with that tongue of his. That tongue of his was making her moan with every flick. "That's it, sweetheart. Relax and enjoy it," he prompted her, as she moved her hips towards his mouth more, seeking more friction from him, needing that sweet release she knew he could bring her, as she had him the day before. "I've got you. You're safe with me. Feel me."

She leaned up and watched him worship her with that velvet tongue of his, watched it flip the tip at her already sensitive clit. She moaned, as he pressed at her with his tongue. She let out a gasp as his fingers hit a sensitive spot inside of her.

He removed his fingers and turned his palm upwards, and he made a come here motion with his fingers inside of her. He was determined to bring her to climax at least once before they became fully intimate. He was so hard, so wanted to be inside her, but not yet. When he made love to her, it would be when they were alone in a bed where he could please her for hours.

His fingers were deep in her, rubbing just the right nerves and she shuddered from the intensity of the pleasure. "Can you feel how your body wants this?" he asked. "I can. I can feel every throb, every pull of your delectable self on my fingers. Feel how you pull me deeper, how ready you are for my touch, how you crave more. Can you feel it, my love? Can you feel me inside of you?" he knew her release was moments away, and he wanted her release to be perfect.

"Yes." Pleasure slurred her voice. Her thighs slackened.

For Regina, the sweet torment went on and on, as she tried to hold onto her sanity. She couldn't. Robin kept moving his fingers, as he whispered against her, how good she tasted, how he wanted her, to let her feel the pleasure. She responded to his provocative beckoning like a wave to the shore, unable to do anything but follow the natural inclination of her body, unable to stop the crashing orgasm that he was giving her, in a rush of hot, sweet convulsions.

Robin leaned up and muffled her cry of release with a kiss that left her trembling gently against him as he looked down into her face, loving the sight of pleasure filled expression he saw there, feeling cocky he had put it there."That's what's been between us since we met, passion and longing. It's only a matter of time, milady till I'll fill you with every inch of me."

Regina started to sit up, here she was on the council table, naked from the waist down, with her skirts up about her waist, and Robin now standing between her spread thighs, with that blasted smirk on his face of all things!

She was about to open her mouth, when she heard the sound of the council door opening behind them. She quickly got off the table,and smoothed her skirts down as best she could. She watched as Robin bent down and retrieved her underwear and placed it in his pocket, patting it as he did so.

"A reminder of this day," Robin whispered as he smirked at her.

"Regina?" Mary Margaret called, as she and David entered the room, Grumpy, Belle and Granny behind them. "You're early."

"You know how I hate to be late," Regina said, as she looked at Robin, who still had a smirk on his face. The cad! He had left the door unlocked on purpose, hoping that they would be discovered. She marched over to her seat, sitting down with a thump, as he sat down a chair down from her.

Mary Margaret kept looking at Regina, wondering what had happened before they had walked into the room. Regina was not looking at Robin, Robin was looking at Regina. She smiled to herself, something had definitely happened between these two and she was delighted by it. If she didn't know better, she would swear Regina was smitten, as much as she might deny it. Robin was definitely getting to her, maybe it was his sharp tongue, maybe it was fate.

"So, what's on the table for today?" David asked innocently, as Regina almost choked on the goblet of water she had just taken a swig of. She looked over at Robin who had the nerve to wink at her, the only two who knew, she had been on the table moments ago.

(A/N-Missing year is probably my favorite of these two, so there's a few more of that time frame. And I wanted to write this with that scene where Robin told Regina what he was doing here was saving her arse. When that scene began neither Robin or Regina were looking at one another, there was so much tension between them as the scene went on, so I always thought something had happened between them.)