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Truth be told, she can’tfocus on much except the feeling of Robin hard and tight around his jeans asshe sank down on his lap, his stubble scratching the sensitive skin of herneck. Throwing caution to the wind, Regina arches her back as Robin leaves wetopen mouthed kisses down her collarbone. One hand follows the contour of herbody to softly cradle her breast, kneading the soft flesh through her clothing,as the other inches dangerously closed to her underwear.

Letting a heavybreath out, she grips his hair tighter, scratching his scalp as his teeth grazeher skin softly. Nine weeks is a long time to be without him.

She couldn’t let himgo, not after knowing what his tongue flicking against her warm skin felt like,how he filled her when he entered her slowly, how empowering it was to stare atthe love bites on her fair skin, what beautiful sounds he made when he camewithin her. There is no way she could wait until they were back in Storybrooketo have him.

And she needs him,she needs more.

Cupping his cheek tobreak the chain of kisses he’s peppering in her cleavage, Regina clashes theirlips together, tongues falling into a familiar pattern. She deepens the kissand rises to her knees, tilting his head back as she takes the lead. Robinresponds in kind and bluntly grips her uncovered ass, smirking in the kiss –that lets her know that he’s in. Whatever they’re doing, whatever she has inmind, he’s in.

There’s a time forher to explore his body until she knows every curve and every freckle, to tracehis muscles like the mountains in a map, to hear the sound of his low voicerepeating her name like a goddamn prayer.

Right now, she justneeds him.

Regina reachesbetween them, gripping the hem of his shirt and breaking the kiss so he cantake off and throw it to the front seat, where it joins her long discardedcoat. She barely has time to take his bottom lip in between hers before she letsout a gasp and sink her nails on his shoulder as he touches her through herunderwear. She’s soaking through the thin material and she shifts, choking backa pleased sob as he touches her right there.

It has been too longsince she had him touching her like this – she wants this every morning andevery evening, every fucking lunchtime – and she buckles as he applies pressure. Her eyes are squeezed shut andshe grips his neck and shoulder to retain some sort of composure.

She feels the hand hewas roaming over her body pause on her face, then bury in her dark locks. Robinrests her forehead against hers and she opens her eyes slowly, looking at theinfinity blue of his eyes through hooded lids.

Looking at someone’seyes during sex has always been impossible to her, the connection too deep tosuch a damaged so. But feeling his warm breath hitting her cheek as she gazesinto the tiny freckles that populate the blue of his eyes and he works herhigher and higher feels like a blessing.

Grazing her noseagainst his, Regina stills his hand and maneuvers her underwear off, flingingit haphazardly somewhere in the tight space. She sits back on his lap tounbuckle his belt and Robin has his hands on her again; his thumb touches herswollen bundle of nerves and she chokes out a moan, the touch too raw for herto keep it in.

As she looks up athim, she finds him smiling; the thief knows how weak he has her. Regina managesto unbuckle his belt and open his jeans, trying her best to ignore how her legsare trembling and how uneven her breathing is.

Robin laughs at herand she knows she’s probably pouting disgruntled to be so worked up. Hislaughter dies down and shifts to a low moan as she takes him in her hand,stroking lazily; she can’t help herself as she raises an eyebrow.

She’s a queen, shecan make the thief just as weak.

Rising to her kneesonce more, Regina adjusts her position and guides him in, sinking down on himslowly. Gritting her teeth isn’t enough to keep it in, she has missed him so much and Regina can’t really help theloud and long moan she lets out when she’s finally one with him again.

Robin brushes herhair away from his face as she rests her face on his shoulder, whispering inher ear with a low chocked up voice, “My love, if we’re doing this here, youmust be quiet.”

Nodding against hisskin, she grips his neck and forces herself up, trying her best to keep herlegs steady as she begins to more against him. He pulls her in for a kiss tomuffle his own groan, one hand keeping her longer hair from her face as theother rests on her waist, gripping her tight.

“I missed you,” sherepeats her words from earlier, in a tone just as needy as her movements growfaster and Robin thrusts his hips up, meeting hers.

Putting more urge toher hips undulations, Regina takes Robin earlobe in between her teeth as shegazes outside. The windows are foggy with their body heat, but she can seethrough it – someone passes through the bug in the sidewalk and she can almosttell they turn to look, to try and peek in.

It adds a rush to heractions, knowing they can be seen in such a private moment, and it only takesRobin tapping his thumb lightly over her clit to make her come crashing down.Her mind goes blank as she cries out, unable to care if the entire city heardher. She rides her orgasm, keeping as steady of a pace as she can until Robincomes too – her legs are sore, her dress clings to her sweaty torso, but it’sall worth it when Robin grunts and stills her hips, biting down on her shoulderto muffle his pleasured sounds.