Dimples Peanut: 9. things you said when i was crying
She could get used to this, she thinks.
It’s half past the children’s bedtime on a quiet Friday night. Their demons of the week have come and gone (some of them vanquished, others sent back to that hell known as Oz), and their home is finally starting to look lived in, after so many months away chasing memories and Dark Ones and ghosts from their past.
Needless to say, Regina is more than ready to enjoy the wine she’s just poured, not to mention a very shall we say eager Robin wrapped around the back of her, nosing kisses along her throat at the bottom of the staircase, all warmth and breath and toe-curling stubble.
Maybe it’s the cabernet that’s melting her insides, or maybe it’s something else—that thing Robin is doing with his tongue, for one, or the palm he’s dragging past her neckline, and oh—mmmm—