Shaking off the cobwebs here guys - i’m not keen on this at all, but I hope you enjoy it all the same, Nonnie. Thank you for the prompt!
Insides twisting in tight knots, stomach fluttering as she sits at the foot of the bed and watches as Robin rolls her stockings down her leg.
Slow, sexy, he’s holding her gaze and skimming his hand over her bare skin, those dimples deepening just slightly, and she thinks he might well be nervous too.
She doesn’t want him to be. He shouldn’t be. Hell, neither should she, and yet her heart is hammering against her ribs and her palms are getting sweaty for all the wrong reasons.
It’s their first time since…
“I’ve missed you,” he tells her, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of her thigh before planting his hands either side of her hips and catching her lips with his own.
She breathes out a laugh, nods, wants to tell him she’s missed him like this too. Missed his hands, his mouth, his body, but the words seem to be stuck in her throat.
The last woman he was with was…
But she can’t think about that. Won’t let herself wonder if he did this with her, if he gripped her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She can’t think about how his tongue has probably trailed every inch of her skin just like it has Regina’s.
Robin has kissed her, held her, made love to her and just the thought drives Regina crazy.
So she kisses him. Hard, hurried, hungry. She kisses him as desperately as he did her, back when it was their first time, and how long ago that feels now. Like a lifetime.
“Regina,” he murmurs as she pulls him closer, flips them around so he is sitting and she is straddling, attempts to drive him (drive herself) to distraction by grinding against him and get the images out of her mind that she’s conjuring of Robin fucking Zelena - Marian, he thought it was Marian - “Regina,” he murmurs again.
She ignores him.
He relents after a second or two, finally meets the hunger in her kiss and weaves his hands through her hair, and yes… this is better. She rocks against his hips, moans into his mouth because she can feel him hardening beneath her, grips the edge of his tee to pull it over his head - drags her nails down his chest until her fingers hit his belt.
It’s a fumble after that. He manages to stop her hands from unbuckling his pants just long enough to rid her of her bra, tries to flip them back so he’s on top, but no, she can’t have that. Won’t have that because what if he does with Regina what he did with her sister?
She needs to lead this. She needs this not to mean as much as it does, wants one meaningless fuck if only to get rid of the butterflies that are still plaguing her mind and her heart.
“Regina,” he says again, as she drags her tongue down his throat and nips at his skin. his hands come up to where she holds his face, softly stroke her arms until his fingers find her wrists - and then he’s not so soft anymore.
They’re both breathless, chests heaving as she pulls back to find his eyes, and she’s pretty sure her face is wearing a scowl similar to the confused one he wears too.
“Talk to me, what’s the matter?”
“Why would there be anything the matter?” She scoffs. “I’m trying to have sex with you, I’m pretty sure there’s not anything wrong with that.”
Robin raises his brow, doesn’t hide the skepticism in his expression, and Regina scoffs again. Shakes her head and drops her hands into his lap, avoids his eyes because there’s suddenly a lump in the base of her throat.
If she looks into those baby blues, tears will start that will not stop.
They’re silent for a moment, he’s watching her, waiting for her, and she knows he’ll never push her to talk to him - thinks it’s one of the reasons she does so so easily. And it’s only when his hands find her neck, when his thumbs stroke the edge of her jaw so gently it almost tickles does she find the strength to swallow the pain in her throat and find his eyes.
“The last time you did this… you were with her.”
“I know,” he says gravely, quietly.
“It’s just… it’s messing with my head,” she admits. “I keep wondering if you’ve done this with her, if you’ve said things to her like you’ve said them to me, and you’ve…”
“You’ve… been with her… more.”
“Regina,” he breathes out softly, eyes flicking down to her mouth as she licks her lips and draws in a shuddered breath. “I love you,” he tells her firmly, and she mumbles out that she knows, that she loves him too. “I don’t care what I did or didn’t do with her. I’m not with her. I don’t want to be. I’m with you.”
“But doesn’t it drive you crazy?” She finally asks - has wanted to ask since they found their way back to each other. “That you’ve been that intimate with someone who was just… using you?”
“If I let it, then yes. I suppose it would. But I can’t change what’s happened. I can either choose to wallow and feel sorry for myself, or I can let it go and move on. With you. If that’s still what you want, too.”
A small smile tugs at the corner’s of her mouth, and she nods, tells him, “Very much.”
“Why don’t we just… stop. See how things go. Stop putting pressure on ourselves for something that shouldn’t be stressful.”
She snorts out a laugh. “Robin Hood, are you saying sex with me is stressful?”
“I certainly am not,” he chuckles, leans in to touch their brows and rub their noses together. “But it’s not as fun if I know you’re heart isn’t quite in it yet.”
“It’s not that it’s not, I just…”
“You just need a little time, I know. I understand,” he tells her softly.
“I wanted to make you forget… about her,” Regina admits, looking down between them as she fiddles with her hands.
“Regina… I can assure you with all my heart, when I’m here with you, like this… that woman is the last thing on my mind.”