(A/N-Special thanks to a friend for the art work for this. And to Bekki for beta reading these, thank you so much! Also special thanks to those who read, review, follow and fav this.)

Day 29-Rip

(A/U Setting)

Regina and Robin walked out onto the courtyard of Robin's grandmother's mansion. Robin's grandmother wanted them to take some engagement pictures. They had become engaged only last month and the dear lady wanted their pictures to happen here, at her house. Which really was only fitting as this is where they had met.

Almost a year prior, Robin had come home from a business trip overseas, and Regina and her mother had been to Callie Locksley's charity event. And upon Callie introducing her only grandson to Regina, Robin had become instantly smitten with her, and the feeling was mutual as Regina was clearly smitten with him as well, within minutes of their meeting. It was almost as if fate was involved.

Robin had asked her for the first dance and the next and the next. Together they danced the night away in each other's arms. Because of how David Nolan had tried to butt in on their dance, Robin had stolen her away to the shadows at the end of a balcony where the sultry throb of the band was fainter. Under the glow cast by wall sconces, he handed one of the long stemmed glasses to Regina, then leaned back against the wide balustrade. She tipped the glass up to take a slow sip and her gaze tangled with his over the rim.

Something...lust? locked fast in the base of his stomach.

With her slender figure wrapped in a column of moonlight silk, her beautiful skin, sultry eyes and the crowning glory of her dark hair, Regina Mills was a very stunning woman. Any man would be aroused by having the full wattage of her attention switched on to him. And, to his chagrin, Robin discovered he was no exception.

But he was interested in far more than the surge of attraction between them. Holding her gaze, he drank from his glass, savoring the dry bubbles against his tongue. Robin had resisted love for such a long time, never being able to think that falling in love was possible for him.

"So how many years have you been attending Grams' charity ball?" Robin asked.

"For the last five years," Regina answered.

"I just realize what sort of idiot I am not attending the last five years," Robin said.

"And why is that?" Regina asked.

"Because I might have met you earlier," Robin answered as Regina smiled at him. "So how do you know our friend David?"

"We sorta grew up together, or more like became older with one another," Regina said,"Now, years later, with both of us still single and good friends, we're invited everywhere together. I guess we were linked in everyone else's minds as a couple." She shrugged, and light glimmered on the pale slope of shoulders left bare by her silver gray dress. "The next step was marriage. But clearly we're better at being friends than lovers. There was no spark."

Robin put his glass down and took a step closer to Regina, then he murmured,"You wanted spark?"

"Doesn't every woman?" Regina asked as clearly there was one between them already.

Something passed between them. Before Robin could consider his actions, he lifted a hand and brushed a stand of the dark hair from her cheek that had fallen. Her beautiful skin was softer than any he'd ever touched, and it left him hungry to stroke again. "Everyone seeks that elusive flame, few are lucky enough to find it."

"You mean love?" Regina asked.

"I'm not sure I believe in love anymore, I'm talking about what you called spark. A tangible force that connects two people in perfect harmony only a few times in a lifetime," Robin said.

She tipped her head back and drained the last of her champagne. The elegant column of her neck gleamed in the lamplight. "Spark sounds...interesting. I used to think I wanted love more than anything else in the world."

"You don't think so anymore?" Robin asked.

"Nope." She giggled.

Robin found himself grinning at her absurdity. The revelation that she wasn't looking for some notion of love, tickled at his conscience. This woman was made for love, to love.

"Pardon my giggling," Regina moved back into the pool of light beneath the wall sconces. "There hasn't been much to laugh about lately so this feels very good."

"Maybe it's the great company you have," Robin offered to her.

"I suspect it might have something to do with the champagne," she said as she raised her empty glass.

"Can I get you another?" Robin asked.

"Not yet, I've had enough for now," Regina answered. "I'm still trying to recall how many glasses I've had...three...I think. That's a first."

Straightening from where he was leaning, Robin took the glass from her and set it on the table beside them. "You've never been tipsy?"

She shook her head and her hair swirled around her face,"Never! Mother would be mortified, she would not approve."

"What about your father?" Robin asked, and instantly regretted his question at the look that passed on Regina's face.

"He died a few years ago," Regina said.

Robin took her hand in his and said,"I'm so sorry, forgive me for asking."

"It's alright," Regina said as she held it together,"But let's talk about something else."

"I want to talk about you," Robin said as she looked at him,"Grams said you possess the fullest heart of anyone she knows."

She wrinkled her nose at him,"That makes me sound kind of boring."

"Kindness isn't boring," Robin argued.

"Well, its not very exciting either," Regina said.

Robin's eyebrows jerked up at that,"You want to be considered exciting?"

"I want a life," it burst from her. She looked taken aback at her own ferocity. "Sorry, that sounded much more melodramatic than I intended."

Taking two steps towards her, he asked carefully,"How do you intend to achieve the life you want?"

"I'm going to do all the things I ever thought about doing," Regina said.

"And what would one of those be?" Robin asked.

"Kissing a stranger," Regina said as she grabbed the front of his suit jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. Upon his mouth on hers, the bottom dropped out of the world.

Robin's lips were firm, very male, brooking no resistance. She was thrown by the unexpected arousal that spread through her like wildfire, and kept her lips firmed pressed against his. She could tell he was surprised by her actions, but only momentarily as he started to kiss her back. After a few more seconds, she drew back barely to kiss one of his dimples, then moved back to see his reaction.

"I'm sorry about that, but those dimples have been driving me crazy," Regina said as she looked at him, his eyes held hers, expressing his delight in that kiss.

He'd wanted to kiss her.

Robin bent his head toward hers,"Now the adventure starts for real."

Regina braced herself as he lowered his head, yet no amount of bracing could prepare for the kiss that finally came. It knocked the breath out of her soul.

This time, Robin took his time in kissing her.

And this time the kiss was different.

Regina gasped as Robin fully tasted her, his tongue sweeping over her parted lips into the moistness beyond. Her senses leapt, and she found herself responding back with wild passion, kissing him back, linking her fingers around his neck.

Regina forgot about the event, forgot about beyond those doors behind them, a room full of people, and gave herself up to the passion. Hot and fiery, it ignited and burned along her veins until her heartbeat thundered in her head.

He was magnificent. Masculine. And too darned sexy for words.

Regina was surprised to feel the wall of the mansion against her back, as Robin had walked them back into it. His kiss was deep, hungry, possessive. Regina's hands came from around his neck to grasp his forearms tight, her response desperate with pent up passion. His hands were on her dress clad hips, keeping her pressed against him. She could feel, literally feel his erection pressing against her. She moved her hips just a tiny bit, and smiled inwardly at his groan into her mouth at his approval.

His hands then moved to her neck, holding her face so he could continue to kiss her. But in doing so, there was a loud rip heard. Robin had torn her strap that went around her neck of her dress.

"Sorry," Robin murmured.

"Don't be, I'm not," Regina said.

Before that evening ended, Robin had two things that he had not started with that day, one was Regina's number, and the other was her heart. Robin and Regina dated for months, never getting enough of the other until Robin couldn't stand to be apart from her more than was necessary and had proposed. They had gone on vacation together to Paris, and one cool night in front of the Eiffel Tower had gotten down on one knee and asked her to be his wife.

She had tearfully said yes, and a month later they were here at his Grams' home about to have their pictures taken by a professional photographer. Robin and Regina were standing near his Grams' favorite rose bushes and were being instructed on how to pose.

"Now, Robin, if you'll just look at Regina as if she is the most precious thing to you. Regina keep your eyes focused on the camera," the photographer said.

Robin held Regina at his side as he focused his loving gaze upon her, not that he needed anyone to tell him how precious Regina was to him, she was his world!

"Oh! I can't wait to see the photos!" Callie Locksley cried out as she applauded them. "And make sure you take several of every pose, I don't want anything missed." She instructed the photographer for the tenth time.

"Now, how about a kiss on the cheek?" the photographer asked.

Regina knew what he wanted Robin to do, but before he could, she took Robin's cheek and pressed her red lips against it. The photographer smiled and kept clicking his camera. Then Regina moved her hand and let Robin kiss her cheek.

For another twenty minutes, they had photo after photo taken. "Do you think you have enough Gram?" Robin asked.

"For my only grandson and his fiancee? Never!" Grams said.

"Let me let you two take a break, while I go get another camera for the other shots," the photographer said as he started walking.

"I'll walk with you, I want you to have them posed-" Grams could be heard telling the photographer as they walked inside the house.

"Think we'll be done by midnight?" Regina asked.

"Knowing Grams, NO!" Robin said as he held her in his arms, his hands interlocked on the small of her back. Their noses were barely touching as they looked at one another.

"How about we have a drink before they come back?" Robin asked as he started towards the table set aside. Regina took one step, then was stopped in her tracks as she looked down.

"Oh no," Regina said.

"What's wrong?" Robin asked as he came back to her side.

"My dress is hung on the thorns," Regina said.

"Let me take a look," Robin said as he bent down and tried to loosen Regina's silk dress from the thorns, the material was so fine it was embedded with thorns.

"I'm afraid I'll have to rip it, I'm sorry sweetheart," Robin said.

"Just do it," Regina said as he gently ripped it away from the thorns. "Did the thorns get you as well?"

"I'm not sure," Regina said as Robin started turning her, touching her thighs to make sure she wasn't hurt from the sharp thorns. As he was almost finished looking, he heard Regina take a sharp intake of breath, and let out a small moan. He looked up at her, to see her biting her bottom lip, eyes closed.

He was about to ask her what was wrong, when he realized his hand was high on her inner thigh of one leg, he smirked as he raised his hand up just a tiny bit more, as his his finger slipped inside her panties, he saw her eyes pop open.

"Robin!" Regina said sharply.

"Yes?" Robin said as he let his finger start to rub her clit in small, torturous circles. His fingernail skimming over her clit every so often.

"Stop doing that," Regina said as she closed her eyes again.

"This?" Robin asked as he continued doing so,"Or that?" he asked as he let his finger go backward until he was at her opening, she was already so wet his finger slipped in and went in and out, in and out.

"Robin...we...can't...do this..." Regina moaned out,"here."

"You're right," Robin said as he removed his finger, Regina groaned her disapproval. Robin stood up and looked at her.

"Let's go to the stables," Robin said as he took her hand and started towards them.

"Robin! Your grandmother!" Regina reminded him.

"Oh she'll be bothering the photographer for the next twenty minutes," Robin said as they continued walking,"besides I want to put the stables to a good use. There is a mare that needs to be ridden."

"Wait," Regina said as she put a hand on his forearm to stop him. He turned to look at her with a question on his face.

"That mare wants to ride her stallion instead," Regina said as she laughed and ran towards the stables, Robin in hot pursuit of her.

Robin ran into the stables to find a smiling Regina leaning against one of walls of the stables. He started to undo his shirt, letting it hit the stable floor. He then kicked off his shoes and then his hands were at his pants, starting to undo them.

"Is that for me?" Regina asked as he nodded towards his erection.

"Just for you," Robin said as Regina then walked down the stables, till she found a stall for them. It had fresh hay and she started to remove her dress, at that moment she felt his hands on her dress, tearing it off her body. Next his hands were on her bra clad breasts, squeezing, groping as she turned her head and kissed him, her hand gripping his hair with one hand, the other gripping his cock with the other, pumping him. He then tore her bra from her body, next his hand went to her panties, playing with her, groaning when he felt how wet she already was for him.

She moaned into his mouth as he slid two fingers inside of her, starting to massage her g-spot. When he started to finger her good and deep, she wanted to come but she wanted him inside her when she did.

"I want you, now," Regina said.

"Well, you are the mare, get on your knees so I can mount you," Robin said as Regina smiled and went down on all fours on the hay. Robin smiled as he stroked himself a few times before going down behind her. He moved her legs a little further apart to fit himself to her.

"You ready for me to fuck you?" Robin whispered against her ear.

"Yes," Regina groaned out as her hand reached out and grabbed his butt cheek, pressing him in. He slipped inside easily, she was so hot for him. His cock was now hitting her at just the right angle. His cock began to move in and out of her, slowly at first, then with more intensity. Robin reached around and pressed two fingers against her clit. He rotated them in a circle, pressing hard. That, added to his cock thrusting into her, pointed directly at her g-spot, was enough to start her moaning and crying out and thrashing her hips against Robin like an animal in heat.

"Regina," Robin said, his own voice raw with passion. "Take it easy hon. Just ride it, ride it to the finish." He began to thrust harder, one hand still massaging her swollen clit, the other grasping her shoulder and pulling her, making her arch her back. The movement pressed her g-spot more firmly against his cock. "Come for me Regina," he gasped, driving into her, his hand stroking her in just the right way. Regina moaned, she was bathed in sweat, her breathing was ragged. Her entire body was flushed and her nipples felt like two hard stones attached to her chest.

"You're almost there, I can feel it. You're shaking all over. You're flushed, you're sweating." He gave her clit a sharp pinch and she almost shrieked. "Your pussy is squeezing me so hard that I feel like I'm going to go crazy." He turned her face towards him and bent forward. He kissed Regina hard, his mouth devouring her. "Come for me," he breathed in her ear. "Let it all go. I want to feel you come on me."

"I want to come, now," Regina said, her last word almost painful sounding.

Robin's thrusts grew frenzied, almost too much for her to contain. He gave her clit another hard pinch and whispered "Come," in her ear. It was a command, pitched so low that she could barely hear it. The word seemed to penetrate into her brain without bothering to travel via her ears. And just like that she felt herself beginning to come.

"Robin! Regina! Where are you two?" Callie Locksley could be heard calling to them.

"We're coming!" Robin yelled out.

As at that moment, the world stopped for a moment. But it was more than a moment. It was an eternity. Regina could see all of the colors in the stables brighter than they could ever be, could feel every nerve in her body on fire and singing with release. She felt the muscles of her pussy contracting, felt the hard staff of his cock spending deep within her. She cried out over and over as the orgasm rocked through her in mind-numbing waves, and she heard as if from a long distance Robin crying out along with her in his own pleasure. Then she was circling down and down into a sated, hazy stupor.

Regina realized she was still alive as she felt Robin move them so that they were facing one another. He stroked her cheek lightly with the back of his fingertips.

"You are amazing," Robin said as he kissed her lips.

"So are you," Regina said. "but we better get going or your Grams might find us."

Robin moaned, but nodded,"I'll get our clothes." He then stood up and after a few seconds came back with his pants on, "Regina we might have a problem."

"What?" Regina said.

"Your dress, I ripped it again," Robin said.

"What are we going to do?" Regina asked.

"Here, take my shirt," Robin said,"We'll try to sneak into the house and get you some more clothes."

They dressed as much as they could and while holding hands, quickly went into the house. They made their way to their bedroom and after a few minutes they were back on the patio.

"Regina? What happened to your dress?" Callie asked as she looked from Robin, who had a guilty look on his face.

"I uh, something caught on it and it ripped," Regina said as she went over to get a glass of water.

Callie Locksley looked at her grandson again, she walked up to him and put a finger on his chest."And I guess from the bite marks on her neck, you are the reason her dress was ripped?"

"Grams-" Robin said.

"Don't Grams me," Callie said,"I won't have my first grandchild conceived in a stable."

Robin smiled at his Grams,"I'll try my best." he then winked at her as he went to Regina.

"She knew, didn't she?" Regina asked.

"Maybe," Robin said as he put his arms around her waist.

"Well, let's hope nothing else rips," Regina said.

"Why's that?" Robin asked.

"Because you ripped my last pair of panties in the stables," Regina said. Loving the reaction of Robin's eyes going wider.

"You mean-" Robin said,"you have nothing on under that dress?"

"Nothing," she whispered.