A/N-Special thanks to those who read, review, follow, fav. And ty to Bekki for beta reading this.

*A few days later*

Regina smiled as they returned from checking on the kids after dinner. The babies were almost three months old now and he had flown them to the Bahamas just last night. They were staying in their own private villa, Rose was keeping little Roland and Hope at the villa next door.

"Thank you for bringing me here." Regina said as she walked up to her husband and put her arms around him, he brought his lips down to hers.

She broke the kiss when she was suddenly swept up in his arms. "Robin!"

He started up the stairs of the villa to their bedroom. "I've always wanted to carry you like Rhett Butler did Scarlett."

"Did you now?" Regina asked as she smiled.

"Mhmm." Robin said as he kissed her again as he carried her into their bedroom. He softly placed her on her feet.

"You know, I'm awfully tired." Regina said.

"Are you?"

"Mhmm, all this traveling and everything, makes me want to just….go to bed." Regina said, smiling as she shoved his jacket off his shoulders. Before moving her hands down his front, coming to rest on his zipper of his pants, slowing undoing them.

"I think we have the same idea." Robin teased her.

"Do we?" She felt him grin against her skin. Then he bit her nape and all thoughts of computers dissipated. "Great minds think alike."

She shivered when his teeth scraped her flesh. He nipped at her as he removed her blouse, she kicked off her shoes, his came off as well, then they were on the bed. His palm pressed to her belly, edged under her top, burning against the skin of her midriff, and she bit her lower lip as he moved higher. The air tangled in her throat and she shut her eyes to let herself savor the rush of feelings, so sweet and hot. His hand curved around her breast, cupping her through the lace of her bra just long enough to make her quiver with anticipation, aching to have him touch her flesh. After dipping into her bra, his fingers closed over her nipple, pinching, twisting, and a gasp strangled out of her. Letting her head fall back on his shoulder, she grabbed his thighs. "Robin."

"Mmm?" His tongue slid up the side of her throat, and he nipped at her ear. Her sex clenched in helpless reaction, and she could feel how slick she was—needy and greedy.

Her hands gripped his legs tighter, anchoring herself to sanity. "I want…"

"You want?" His voice rasped her ear, his breathing as ragged as hers. "Tell me, Regina." His accent had thickened with his passion, rolling her name into something exotic.

He pinched her nipple hard and she cried out. "More! I want more. Please, Robin."

"Yes." The word was gritted out, and he spun her around to back her toward the bed. The lamplight cast harsh shadows on his face, making the angles of his jaw and cheekbones sharper. He looked predatory, possessive, and it made her heart pound.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then the rest of his attire went as well. She let her gaze roam over his bare chest, enjoying the sight. Humming in approval, she reached out, tracing the hardness of his collarbone. He tugged at the bottom of her shirt, drawing it upward until she had to stop touching him long enough to let him get the garment over her head. Her hands went back to their exploration, and she spread her fingers over his pecs, the crisp curls tickling her palms.

The pad of her thumb rubbed over his nipple and the flat disc beaded for her, a shudder rippling through him. His hands clutched at her hips, his fingers digging in until it was almost painful. Almost. Under her palms, she felt the way his heart raced. His reaction sent a pulse of need through her, fueling her blood. He fumbled for the zipper on the back of her skirt, and she wriggled to let the circle of fabric pool at her feet. His hands closed over her ass, kneading the twin globes. She clenched her teeth on a whimper when he eased under the elastic band of her underwear, dipping into her sex from behind. Oh. God.

"So wet." His breath hissed in, and he stroked her damp lips, circling her core. More moisture gushed from her, and the muscles in her thighs shook. How much longer she could stay upright, she wasn't sure. Her body burned as he teased her. But two could play this game. She bent forward, flicking her tongue against the tight little nub of his nipple, sucking on him.

A groan rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her lips. Then she bit down. Hard.

He jerked, swore. Two fingers boldly penetrated her sex, and her legs gave out from under her. "Robin!"

"Yes. Now." He stripped her panties off and shoved her back so that she bounced against the mattress. She watched as he unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, and kicked out of his shoes. He was naked in seconds.

"I won't last longer than a minute if you keep looking at me like that, love."

She licked her lips, letting her thighs fall open in blatant invitation. After tugging the straps of her bra down, he peeled the cups away from her breasts. "So beautiful."

Bending over her, he sucked one peak into his mouth, his tongue batting at her nipple. Sensation shot straight from breast to loin, and her core fisted on emptiness. God, she needed to be filled. She was wet, ready. Arching beneath him, she tried to pull him down to her. She wanted him on her, in her. Now.

He shoved her nipple against the roof of his mouth, and a high, thin scream broke from her throat. Her nails scored into his back. "Please, please, please."

Releasing her breast, he moved to settle himself fully atop her. Finally. His lips possessed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. The blunt probing of his cock against her slit made her moan against his lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, tilting her hips up in offering. He pushed the first inch into her, withdrew, entered her again, deeper this time.

"Are you alright?" Robin asked.

Regina nodded. This was the first time they had been this intimate since their children's birth. She had been worried what it would feel like after, would it feel the same for her? For him?

"You feel so good." Robin assured her.

She squeezed around the thickness of his cock, trying to draw him in. The stretch was exquisite, made her whimper when he was seated fully within her. So full, so perfect. But it wasn't enough. She needed to come—her body craved it, demanded it. Undulating beneath him, she tried to convey what she needed. She opened her mouth on his shoulder, biting down on the saltiness of his flesh.

"Hurry up, Robin." Regina groaned out.

"Jesus," he groaned, but he gave her what she wanted. She pressed her palms against his back, feeling the play of muscles under his skin as his thrusts picked up speed and force. The slap of their skin, the squeak of the mattress beneath them, the harsh gasping of their breath as they moved echoed in the room. A symphony of carnal pleasure. It was beyond erotic—the sound, the scent. Sex and Robin.

Sweat slid in rivulets down her skin, making their bodies glide together. The hair on his chest stimulated her nipples and added another layer to the sensations bombarding her. She arched into him to meet each downward plunge of his hips, her sex contracting when he filled her. Orgasm built, shivers running along her limbs. She wanted to go over that edge with him. Her cravings sharpened to a white-hot blade that sliced through her. She was so very close. She curled her nails into his back and raked them down his skin.

He froze, and the sound he made was like a human volcano erupting. Then he pounded into her, his movements rough and as desperate as she felt. It was almost painful, but just merged with her desire, heightened the intensity. He angled his pelvis, grinding down on her clit. It was enough. More than enough. She exploded, her core fisting around his cock in rhythmic waves. A moan spilled from her throat, her hips snapped up to meet his continued thrusts, and he dragged out her climax as long as possible. Each time he entered her, aftershocks of orgasm shook her. The clench and release of her inner muscles went on forever, left her giddy with ecstasy.

A massive shudder wracked his big body and he jutted his cock deeper inside her. He moaned, the sound escaping between clenched teeth. Those sharp blue eyes of his lost focus, and she watched him come, loving that she could reduce her husband to nothing but animalistic need. It was an incredible rush. He hung above her for a long moment before he sank down on top of her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. The air conditioner kicked on and she shivered, flattening her palms to his shoulders. The contrast of heated skin and cool air made her skin prickle. She sighed and closed her eyes, letting bliss unfurl inside of her. Damn, she felt good.

Time stretched, became elastic. She had no idea how many minutes passed before he leveraged himself away from her, rolling to his side to lie next to her. Propped up on his forearm, he stared down at her. His eyes were half-lidded and one corner of his mouth kicked up.

"That was…amazing." A huge yawn cracked his jaw, and he chuckled. "It's a miracle I'm still awake."

Regina giggled as she looked up into his eyes. "Thank you."

"For what?" He hooked their fingers together.

"For choosing me. For giving me all that I could ever dream of." Regina said.

"It was my pleasure, well your pleasure….again." Robin said.

"I thought you were worn out." Regina said.

"Sleep is…over-rated….." Robin said.

And he proved to her again, and two more times that night. That when it came to love, nothing was ever…convenient.