(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 30-Massage, Version B
(A/U Setting)
Regina Mills was on the run, she was running from a man her parents had all but sold her to. Henry and Cora Mills had stolen money from this man and he was out to collect. It wasn't just a little bit of money either, it was well over five million dollars over the years that they had worked for this man.
The conceited man had even made an offer a week ago, that if they gave Regina to him in marriage he would let the debt go and not go to the police. So of course Cora had agreed to such an offer. Her father, on the other hand, had been reluctant about this. He had not stolen any money but he had wanted to protect his wife and his own daughter. But unfortunately one would have to pay a price and he had never stood up to his wife since he had married her, so his daughter would be the one to pay this price.
Regina was not going to marry a stranger, no matter how rich he was, no matter if her mother went to jail for it, bringing her father into it as well. She was twenty three years old and still living with her parents, she had a teaching job that she loved but knew she was about to loose it all. So a week ago, she had waited until everyone in the house was asleep and had snuck out of the house and taken off on the run. She had a little money she had saved up for a trip she was planning on taking, and had went to the train station and had left for Las Vegas.
Her friend, Jefferson Hatter, lived out here and he was almost like a magician on how he could help people disappear. He told her he could get her a new identity and get her out of the country. She was walking around the hotel casino she was to meet Jefferson in later, when she kept looking over her shoulders. She felt like she was being followed, there was this man who was very tall, a little husky with long curly hair. And another who was bald and also a little husky.
She had seen them for over an hour now and knew something was amiss. She looked at her watch, Jefferson said he would be here within an hour. If she could just last an hour, she would have a whole new future. She decided to go to the ladies room, knowing they couldn't go in there. But as she started towards it, they moved behind her. She quickly made a dash around the corner and opened a door to her immediate right. She then ran down that hallway and opened another door, closing it quickly behind her. She closed her eyes and leaned against it. Thankfully she had managed to get away from them.
"It's about time you got here," a voice called out, "I was beginning to think you weren't going to make it." He had a very strong English accent, she could tell.
Regina moved from the door and walked into the room, she saw a man laying on a massage table with a towel over his head and another over his hips. He obviously had been waiting on a massage therapist to give him a rub down. She had to get out of here, and now. But those goons were still out there.
"Hello?" the man said.
Regina had to make a decision, and now, "Yes, sorry about that." The man obviously thought she was here to massage him, anything to keep those goons from finding her. "Shall we begin?"
"Do your worst," the man said.
Regina looked and grabbed one lotion and approached the table. As she neared it, she saw that the man was obviously in great shape. He was a tall man, she guessed around six foot one, his legs were in great shape as well, well defined muscles. She went to stand by the table and poured some lotion into her hands as she began to work on his upper back and neck. From the first initial contact with his skin, her body started to tingle all over. She couldn't help the thought of what her nails would feel like, digging into his back as they had sex.
Here she was on the run from one man and already thinking of having sex with a stranger. A stranger that she didn't even know his name, what he looked like, nothing!
Regina thought of how she had never seen his face yet, but she was attracted to him. To his voice, to his body as well. She then worked on his legs, feeling the smoothness of them under her touch.
"Now my front," the man said, as he turned over. He removed the towel covering his head, leaving Regina awestruck. His eyes opened and Regina felt something in her shift. Like gravity.
She examined his face carefully, noting the strong forehead, beautiful shaped blue eyes, straight nose, perfectly chiseled lips and strong chin.
He was devastatingly handsome for a stranger. He seemed to be in his early thirties. His hair was dark blonde and complemented his skin tone which was a warm golden tan.
They continued to stare at each other in silence.
"Stunning, in every way," he murmured lightly to her.
She couldn't help the blush that appeared on her cheeks at his words to her. She breathed in deeply before speaking, "Your front?"
He smiled at her and settled into position. Regina poured more oil into her hands and then grabbed his hands, and started to gently massage each long finger. In her mind, Regina wondered what his touch would feel like on her body, and she felt another tingle lower in her body. She wanted those hands, wanted them on her. Moving down his arms, she continued to massage him. She could feel the strength of his arms and she wondered what they would feel like around her.
"Close your eyes," Regina said. He did as she said and she instantly regretted it as she could not look at those blue eyes of his. She ran her fingers over his forehead, trying to remove any tension that had built up there. Next her fingers rubbed over his cheeks, she could feel his stubble under her touch, and loved the feeling of it.
She bit her lip and then let her finger tips rub over those lips of his. His mouth opened slightly and he kissed her fingertips with his mouth. Before she knew it, his mouth opened even more and he sucked one of her fingers into his mouth. She let him suck on her finger for several moments, the sensation causing her to become uncomfortable in her pants. She imagined what her nipple would feel like to be sucked on just like he was doing to her finger, with a groan she removed her finger.
"How long have you worked here?" he asked, causing her to move her gaze to his face. His eyes were open now.
"Not very long," Regina answered truthfully. She then moved her hands to his chest, pouring a good amount on his chest, watching his skin react to the oil. She started to rub the oil all over his front. The side of his hip was brushing up against her own as she enjoyed touching his chest, she could feel his gaze looking up at her. She honestly didn't know which of them was enjoying this more...him or her.
Well, judging from the huge tent that he had under that white towel that covered his hips, the winner was evident. He was enjoying this greatly!
"Do you live here?" Regina asked.
"No, I live in Los Angeles," Robin answered.
"So what brings you to Las Vegas?" Regina asked before she could help herself.
"I'm here on both a personal and business matter," Robin answered as he bit his lower lip.
She looked at him as she moved her finger tips over his nipples. She deliberately kept circling his nipple, hearing his sharp intake of breath. When she saw that he was looking at her, she tried to remove her fingers, but his hands closed over them quickly.
"Don't," he said softly, "I'm enjoying having your hands on me." He moved her fingers over his nipples, opening his mouth to let out a soft moan as she needed no further instructions and continued to caress his nipples. One of his hands came up and kneaded one of her soft mounds of her breasts, making her catch her breath.
"I really shouldn't be doing this," Regina said.
"Why not?" he asked, his eyes were sincere but playful at the same time. His thumb went over her nipple, going in circles over it, teasing it till it hardened under his touch. "I figured, since you like touching mine, I should be allowed the same."
"I've never done this sort of thing before," Regina answered, almost out of breath. She was literally leaning her breast into his hand, even though she was fully clothed, she was so turned on from one touch. But what a touch indeed!
"I can sense that," he said, "Whatever it is you're running from, you're safe with me."
Regina could only look at him, she did feel like she would receive no harm from him. Why did it feel like she already knew him? Had they met before?
"Why don't we start with our names first? The name is Robin," Robin introduced himself. His name rang no bells as to why she felt this connection with him.
Regina opened her mouth to tell him her name, but then thought of what had brought her here. The man her parents owed money to, he was the one who had forced her to go on the run. And soon, her friend Jefferson was going to help her leave the country. How could she start anything with this man now? This Robin?
"Milady?" Robin tried again to get her name.
"Regina," Regina answered and inwardly winced, as now this man knew her first name.
"It's a lovely name, and quite befitting someone like you," Robin said.
The man knew how to flirt, that she knew already. "Someone like me?" she asked. It had been a long time since she had let someone flirt with her, for awhile she had just had a wall built around her that seemed to keep men at bay. But somehow this Robin was getting through.
"Someone who reminds me of a Queen, regal," Robin answered.
"You run into many of those here in Vegas?" Regina asked.
"Not at all," Robin answered as he leaned up and took his hand from her breast. He cupped at the nape of her neck, bringing her closer to him.
He was going to kiss her! He was going to! She wanted him to as well. Any thought she had disappeared in the touch of his lips. He angled his head and kissed her with openmouthed greed. Her senses lit, they became the brightest point in the room, blinding white heat. She turned her face into the kiss, as if it were the sun, as he took it deep into her mouth, wet, lustful, hot. She opened her lips further, wallowing in the swift, steep pleasure of it.
There was an inciting, palpable ardor to his kiss, in the press of his warm, soft lips, in the deep, slippery moist inquiry of his tongue. Each second her heart beat faster and harder than the second before. As he kissed her, her hands of their own accord moved to his shoulders. He brought her to sit on the massage table beside him as he continued to kiss her.
One of her hands went to the towel that separated him from being fully exposed to her. She daringly lifted the towel, and moved her hand ever so slowly...till she touched his erection.
"Yes," he moaned into the kiss, "touch me."
She brought her hand around his cock and could feel some wetness at the tip. Obviously it was precum, and she took it and started to move her hand up and down his long, hard length. Oh, he was like velvet in her hand, the veins that ran down his length, she groaned at the thought of how hard this would make her come when they had sex.
Sex? They barely knew each other's names and she continued to think of how this man would feel having sex with.
"Come upstairs with me," Robin whispered, as he put a hand over hers and removed it from under the towel. He pulled his head away and looked deeply into her eyes and said, "I have a suite and we can continue this there."
Regina opened her mouth, not knowing what she was going to say. But as fate would have it, the door burst open and in walked those two men who had been following her earlier. She gasped and was looking for another exit, but unfortunately they were blocking it.
"You found her boss," the bigger man said as Regina then looked at Robin.
"I've been looking for you for a long time, Regina Mills," Robin said.
He knew her!