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Day 13-The Little Death
(Storybrooke Setting)
"We have to talk about this," Robin said as he was following behind Regina two days after she had marched up to him and kissed him at his camp. She was heading into the woods, Robin's favorite place to be.
"It was a kiss, nothing else," Regina said without turning around.
"It was more than that, we got our memories back from the lost year after that kiss," Robin reminded her. It had shocked them both after that kiss, their memories flooding back, of how they met, how they had sassed one another often, and finally Robin having enough and just kissing her to shut her up one day.
"It was bound to happen eventually," Regina said as she saw Robin start to smile,"I mean about us getting our memories back, not that kiss."
"I think you underestimate us, milady. I think our kiss was fated to happen between us here and in the missing year as well," Robin said to her, "maybe we are soul mates."
Regina inwardly groaned, thinking if he only knew how close he was to the truth.
"Is something wrong?" Robin asked.
"No, I just need to go and read up on some spells to defeat Zelena," Regina said as she continued on her path towards her vault.
"Then let me help you," Robin offered to her.
"I don't need your help," Regina said as she reached the door of her vault, and turned around to him.
"Regardless, you shall have it," Robin said. "it's because of me you don't have your heart."
"I don't blame you for that, Rumplestilskin forced your hand by threatening your son," Regina said,"I would have done the exact same thing to protect my son."
"I will get your heart back for you, and it starts with me helping you," Robin said, as Regina knew there would be no way to stop him from doing so. So she turned and let him enter her vault. They spent the next few hours researching about stopping someone from going back in time. Regina was sitting on her chest as Robin stood across from her.
"We still need to talk about what happened with us in the Enchanted Forest, milady," Robin said.
"Don't you tire of this subject?" Regina asked. "We kissed."
"We more than kissed, we made love," Robin reminded her.
It had been towards the end of the missing year, and after a few drinks shared in her room. She had invited him in for a drink, he had gladly accepted. They had told tales of some of their adventures, him and his Merry Men running from her black knights, barely escaping their clutches.
"I remember," Regina said softly.
"It was a night of unimaginable passion, something that had been building between us for months," Robin said as he walked up in front of her, and raised her to stand with him. "I had wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you."
"A Queen and a Thief," Regina murmured.
"I am not a King by any means, I just want to be your lover," Robin whispered into her ear as his hands rubbed her arms in a gentle caress.
"We're a world away," her voice sounded thick and strained, even to her.
For a moment his head went back as if she'd struck him, and he was silent for a few seconds.
"Then may we not begin again?" he asked at last, his voice deepening huskily. "I want to, I want to show you how it should be between us. How it can be, if only..."
He reached for her hand, but she snatched it away from his touch. He was silent for a long moment, then said gently,"Don't fight me any more, milady. Let me come to you tonight and make love to you, as you wish me to. If you would only allow it, I know I could make you happy. Not as a thief, but as a man."
"I think you're more concerned with your own satisfaction," Regina flung at him. "And the fact that your masculine pride's been damaged by my refusal."
"You're afraid to be happy," Robin said softly.
"No, I'm not," Regina fired back, defiantly.
"You're afraid to let someone in, someone you have feelings for, otherwise you never would have kissed me like you did in the forest that day," Robin said as he reminded her of that day.
"Must you remind me of that," Regina said.
"I think about it often, you marched right up to me and kissed me hard and good. Your lips were the softest I have ever tasted, that kiss was so perfect, your lips pressed against mine," Robin said as he bent his head and began to kiss her, his lips cool as the rain as they touched hers.
His tongue was alike a flame against hers, teasing her slowly and sensuously, demanding that her lips yield him their innermost secrets. At the same time his hand found one of her breasts, his fingertips teasing her nipple through her blouse, wringing a response that urged the nipple to bloom sweetly and helplessly into his caressing palm.
Regina found herself almost unable to breathe, to think. She wanted to stop, but instead she realized she was sighing into his mouth, her body gradually slackening under the sensuous insistence of his lips and fingers.
His mouth moved down her throat, making the pulse there leap and flutter. He explored the soft hollows at its base, then slowly started to unbutton her blouse letting it fall away from her body. He trailed kisses down to her breasts, his lips suckling each excited peak in turn, piercing them with sensations she'd never dreamed of. She threw her head back to give him better access as he continued to suck, kiss, pinch.
When at last he raised his head she stared up at him, her eyes wide with bewilderment, her lips slightly parted.
He brought his hands up to cup her breasts in his hands, he watched as she moved her hands to her pants and took them off, letting them fall to the floor of the vault, till she was standing there in all her naked glory. He removed his hands and turned her slightly, so that the supple line of her back was at the mercy of his mouth instead., which his hands stroked and pleasured her swollen breasts.
He brushed the soft strands of her hair away from the nape of her neck with his mouth, and she felt her whole body quiver in helpless response to the caress.
His lips and tongue traveled slowly, almost languidly between her shoulder blades and down her spine, as if he was counting each delicate bone with kisses, while his fingers pursued their own erotic path across her ribcage to the flat plane of her stomach, coming to rest on the slender curves of her hipbones.
As he caressed the sensitive area at the base of her spine she gave a mumbled moan and her body arched involuntarily, vulnerably. He drew her back against him, his arms across her breasts. At the same time his other hand moved, cupping the soft mound at the parting of her thighs with extreme intimacy.
"Robin," she moaned as his fingertips began their silken journey into the moist, scalding heat of her most secret self.
Robin kissed the side of her throat, and she felt him smile against her skin,"Milady?"
His hand moved, delicately, subtly, and she cried out, her body writhing helplessly against his arm.
Suddenly he turned her around, and in seconds his clothes matched hers on the floor, he bent low and picked her up and started walking towards the hallway, looking for a place for them, she pointed towards a room, where inside there was a bed.
He laid her on her back and she caught a dazed glimpse of the heated glitter in his eyes. She watched as he bent to her, his hands sliding under her flanks, lifting her towards him. The next instant, his mouth had taken possession of her, and the powerful glide of his tongue had sought and captured the tiny hidden bud, continuing its exquisite arousal.
Regina's entire being tensed in shock, followed immediately by a pleasurable agony, delight. She tried to say something, anything, but couldn't. The only sound that came from her throat was a small sob. She knew nothing but the response that Robin was making her trembling body with his caresses, feel. And not just her body, but that place where she knew her heart should be.
The pleasure began slowly, at first little more than a breeze rippling across still water, then building with irresistible, quivering urgency into a great tidal wave, gathering force and energy as it lifted her, all control gone, to some unimagined peak of pleasure and held her there.
Then the wave broke, and she crashed with it, helpless, whimpering, torn apart by the spasm of ecstasy that possessed her whole body.
She lay dazed and trembling, unable to speak or move, or even think of what had just happened to her. She was no longer certain where she was, or who she was.
A strange euphoria was spreading throughout her body. Every bone, muscle and skin cell was utterly relaxed, tingling with this new delight, as if she was floating in some beautiful dream, drained and weightless.
She arched her arms towards him, around his neck, the tips of her breasts grazed his hair rough chest, and she heard him groan softly. His hands took hers in his, their fingers interlocked as he gently positioned himself, then he entered her with one sure, strong thrust.
Almost instantly she lifted her legs, locking them around his hips, her own movements mirroring the smooth, almost voluptuous drive of his loins, drawing him deeper still into her body.
"Tell me," Robin said in a whisper, "tell me if I hurt you."
"I want you," her reply was hardly more than a whisper,"I want everything."
The controlled force of his possession was evoking a response that went far beyond mere surrender. Suddenly her body was coming unexpectedly, ardently to life again, and as his rhythm increased, became fiercer, she found she was being carried away with him, striving with him on some long, sweet spiral of such intensity that it threatened to overwhelm her.
Pleasure was just on the brink and she heard herself crying out, crushing her mouth against his shoulder as the long, shuddering convulsions of her climax pulled her over the edge into paradise. Seconds later he followed her, wildly groaning her name into her throat as he came inside of her.
Afterwards they lay quietly in a tangle of sweat soaked limbs, his arms holding her as she pillowed her head on his chest, both waiting for the storm of their breath to subside.
"I am at a loss for words," Robin whispered.
"La petite mort," Regina said softly.
"I don't follow," Robin said.
"It's french, it means the little death," Regina answered as she smiled, and let her fingertips trace his nipples, already hardening under her touch. "Some refer to an orgasm as likened to death."
"Well, then let us chase death again," Robin said as they proceeded to do so for the next few hours...