A/N: Day 3 of OQ smut week! Sex in public. Enjoy! ;)

Here they are again, pressed against the wall at Granny's. Desperate kisses and hands wandering frantically over each other's bodies. They've said they are going to stop, that they will not give in to this overwhelming craving that possess them both yet it would appear they have failed once more.

What was Robin to do when he'd seen her standing at the counter at Granny's, impatiently waiting for her take out order for herself and Henry. She was wearing one of those skin tight dresses again, the ones that hug every curve of her body in a wickedly tempting way. And the way the material had stretched over her ass had Robin's mouth watering, a stab of lust striking him deep in the gut. This one is a deep burgundy, matching the color of the lipstick painted on her mouth and all Robin had wanted was to kiss away every bit of that striking shade. To kiss her until she is breathless and begging for him.

It had clouded his judgement, stripped away every last bit of sense in him, until Robin found himself striding quickly to where she stood, stopping behind her with just an inch of space between his chest and her back, between the bulge already straining against his jeans and that lovely rear and leaning down to whisper in her ear, "Good afternoon, milady."

Robin feels Regina's shudder as his breath washes over her neck, her quiet exhale of, "Robin…" when she realizes how close his body is to hers. Images of the last time she has seen him flash through her mind. Of being pressed up against him in her vault and riding him into oblivion in her bed. Sharing heated kisses and wandering hands.

His left hand comes to rest on her hip, thumb rubbing back and forth over the soft cotton of her dress. "That dress is sinful." Robin comments casually, though his voice is deep and throaty with desire as Regina tries to ignore the tingles his touch sends through her body.

They can't do this here, in the middle of Granny's. They can't do this at all but Regina doesn't have the willpower to step away from him, to lose the warmth that spreads through her at his proximity. She doesn't care that they are in the wrong, that he should be trying to save his wife. He is her soulmate, damn it. He belongs with her.

When Robin asks quietly if he can speak to her privately for a moment Regina nods almost imperceptibly and allows Robin to hook her index finger with his, pulling her quickly to the back hallway of the restaurant where he wastes no time pressing her against the awful green wall and fusing his lips to hers. This first kiss is a bit desperate, as if they haven't tasted each other in weeks instead of merely two days. But those forty-eight hours seem like a lifetime when you are denied the luxury of being with the person you love.

So they lose themselves in the feel of each other's kiss, their tongues battling as they fight to give and take as much pleasure as can be had from a simple meeting of mouths. Robin's hand finds Regina's hair to run his fingers through her dark, silky locks. Oh how he loves her hair, the feel of it between his digits. He can't keep away from it.

The low moan Regina lets out from deep in her throat has Robin pulling her closer, tighter to his body, until they are pressed together from thighs to chests. He feels her nipples through the thin material of her dress as they rub against his chest and the hand not currently occupied in her hair skims up from her hip to cup a breast in his palm, flicking his thumb over the hard bud. Regina's arms are wrapped around his waist, tucked underneath his leather jacket to run her hands up and down the expanse of his back.

For several long minutes they trade heated kisses before Robin breaks away to trail wet kisses down the column of her throat. Regina arches her hips against the wave of arousal the movement causes within her and her head falls back against the wall. With her eyes closed it's as if no one exists in the world beyond the two of them, but all too soon the clatter of plates on formica break through the fog and sanity slowly returns to her.

"Robin...what are we doing? We can't…" she trails off as Robin sucks particularly hard on her pulse point eliciting a drawn out moan. Oh god what was she saying? His teeth nip lightly at her skin and he revels in the shiver that courses through her.

Pulling away, Robin stills and waits for Regina's eyes to open and meet his before he drops his head to rub his nose gently against her cheek. "I need you, milady. I know I'm not supposed to. That I'm married and I have to find a way to save Marian but I will not forget you to do it." His eyes bore into her own with an intensity that takes Regina's breath away when he breathes, "I love you, Regina, and I can't pretend that I don't. What I feel for you is too strong."

His words have tears welling up in her eyes but she keeps them at bay. Yes it's wrong and they shouldn't be doing this but they can't help how they feel. She loves him too. Wants him more than either his honor or her own. And they've already done this once. Already caved into their desire. What's the point of pretending any longer? So to hell with them both if that's what it comes down to. At least they will burn together.

Regina's hand grips the lapels of his shirt tightly in her fist and pulls him down for another heady kiss. And she doesn't care that they are in public, in the hub of Storybrooke, and anyone could walk around that corner any minute. All she wants is to feel Robin against her, in her. Wants to lose herself in her soulmate until she is crying out with pleasure.

Thankfully, Robin still has his wits about him enough to maneuver them further down the hallway and around the corner that leads to the staircase. Now they are tucked away in the little alcove and away from prying eyes should anyone decide to use the restroom and so long as no one wanders up or down from the rooms above. As soon as he has them out of the open his mouth is back to devouring Regina's, their hands more frantic now than before as they try to touch each other everywhere at once.

Robin's slide from her shoulder to her waist, down over her hip and thigh as he lifts it slightly so she can hook her ankle around his calf. It opens her just enough for him to be able to settle himself against her soft center, groaning when Regina rubs herself against the hardness in his pants.

He wants to feel her skin against his though so Robin slips his hand up her back, catches the zipper of her dress resting at her neck and slowly slides it halfway down. She starts to protest at the loss of covering, they are in public after all, not exactly the place to be losing articles of clothing but her objection dies when Robin only pulls the material down enough to expose her right shoulder. He leans over to press warm kisses to her skin and Regina smiles, runs her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. When Robin angles the material down even further to nip at the soft swell of her breast over her bra Regina's head falls back and she sighs contentedly.

It doesn't take long before Robin has a nipple between his teeth, fervently sucking at her breast. Every minute they are at this Regina feels herself grow wetter and she is throbbing as she rubs herself up and down Robin's thigh for some sort of friction. Catching the hint his hand roams down her leg again and slips beneath the hem of her dress, sliding up the soft material of her hose and Robin groans against her when nylon gives way to smooth skin. His hand finds the soaked lace of her panties and he rubs along her for a few strokes before circling his thumb around her clit. And the feeling of the lace pressing against her most sensitive area has Regina moaning and bucking her hips against his hand for more. She wants more. Robin chuckles, moves back up to take her mouth, and slips a finger beneath them to slip inside her.

Regina's gasp of pleasure is swallowed by Robin's mouth and the feeling of him sliding his finger slowly in and out of her has her mind going fuzzy. He quickly adds in a second digit, building her desire higher and higher with each stroke, igniting the flames between them.

Fair is fair though and right now Regina is the one getting all the benefits out of this impromptu meeting and they can't have that. Focusing through the hazy bliss she is experiencing Regina brings her hand down to press against the hardness in his jeans, rubbing her palm over it gently, just enough to tease. She laughs when Robin breaks their kiss to rest his forehead against her shoulder, groaning her name. She loves that she can do this to him, that she has this great an effect over this man doing so little.

The click of the bathroom door sends alarm bells ringing through her mind. If they don't hurry this along there is a very likely possibility of them being caught. Turning her head, Regina nips at Robin's ear lobe before sucking gently and whispering seductively, "I want you inside me, Robin. Now." He certainly doesn't need to be told twice and Regina's hands are already sliding down between their bodies, finding the buckle of his jeans and popping it open.

It takes very little effort to slide his zipper down so he can spring free of his boxers and Regina hums appreciatively as she takes him in her hand and pumps his member a few times, enjoying the soft texture of his skin against her fingertips. Robin grips a hand underneath Regina's thigh and pulls it higher so her leg is wrapped around his hip. And as he rocks his hips against her touch his head bumps along her wetness.

Suddenly she lets him go and Robin wastes no time in sliding inside of her, letting her slick heat surround him for a moment before he is pumping slowly in and out. They are both sighing heavily, their breath mingling in the space between them as pleasure swamps them at the feeling of being joined together again. Regina extends her neck and fuses her lips to Robin's, her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth as he fills her repeatedly.

It's wonderful. Despite the circumstances, despite the location, being with her feels wonderful. Robin was serious when he said he needed her. The time they've spent apart has been torture, like all the light, all the oxygen has been sucked out of his world and he can't breathe without her. He's not sure when exactly it had happened that she had become such a vital part of his life, more than Marian ever had been as much as it pains him to acknowledge it, but he doesn't particularly care. He can't live without her anymore.

Robin's determination has him bucking his hips faster, harder, and Regina cries out, all caution as to where they are forgotten for the sake of joyus sensation. Robin is kissing his way down her throat, her chest. One hand cups her breast, squeezing and kneading it, pinching her nipple between his thumb and index finger, while the other latches onto the other one to suck it into his mouth. Her right hand grips at the hair at the back of his neck while the other slides over the bare skin of the his chest. Somehow she's managed to get his shirt unbuttoned and she relishes the feeling of the coarse hair beneath the pads of her fingers.

She gasps his name on a particularly hard stroke of his hips in conjunction with a firm suck at her nipple and Robin growls against her breast. Then his hand is sliding down her body and pulling her other leg up, hoisting her up until Regina is forced to wrap her legs around his waist. Supporting her weight Robin's hands find their way to her ass and he grins up at her and squeezed while continuing to pump into her.

This new angle has him going deeper, makes it feel like he's even bigger as he fills her and Regina tips her head back struggling to control the moan that wants to rip through her at the sensation. Their groins move in a delicious friction that has Regina climbing toward her peak with each thrust. If the grunts Robin is making into her ear now as his forehead rests on the wall behind her and Regina buries her face in his throat to muffle her moans are any indication then he is right there with her.

Despite the fact they are rutting together in the back of Granny's, and that someone could happen upon them at any moment, nothing has ever felt so right as when they are like this, joined together in the most basic way. Body, heart, and soul. It's a kind of magic all of their own and the intensity overwhelms her, has Regina tipping over the edge and pulling Robin along with her with a few more frenzied thrusts.

Regina wraps her arms around Robin's neck and snuggles her face into the side of it, one of Robin's hands sliding up her spine lazily, as they stay exactly as they are for a few more minutes. Both are reluctant to break the connection between them. To step away from the warmth and comfort they've found in each other to return to the cold world of being separated.

Unfortunately, they can't stay where they are, the drumming noise of Granny's rising in the time they've been wrapped up in one another. So with a peck to Regina's shoulder Robin sighs and pulls out of her, releasing her legs so she can slide down his body. They quickly tuck themselves back into their clothes, attempting to right the rumpled mess they've made of themselves. Not that it's really any use. They look like they've just had a quickie in the back of Granny's and there's no getting around it.

"You better get back to, Marian." She murmurs awkwardly, unsure what else to say. His wife is lying frozen while she and Robin continue to find themselves having stupendous sex. It's unfair and awful and even with her body still tingling with pleasure her heart feels guilty that this man is hers and they can't even be together. She tries to slip past him back into the hallway but Robin's hand shoots out to grip her wrist, pulling her body against his again. "Robin…"

"I told you," he says, steel underlying his tone of voice. "I love you, Regina. I can't pretend that I'm in love with Marian anymore. What I feel for you is too strong." His fingers run through her hair, cupping her cheek. Robin brings her dark eyes to meet his steady blue ones. "I'm done trying to stay away from you."

She shakes her head, "But, Robin, what about your honor? She's your wife," she breathes, "You have to save her. It's the right thing to do." Regina wants to believe what he's saying more than anything, that they can actually be together, that they don't have to fight this pull between them anymore. But how is that possible?

Robin wraps his arms more tightly around her so their bodies are flush against each other. "We will find a way. Together. You and I will find a way to save Marian but denying what we feel isn't working, it's not the answer, Regina." He dips his head down to bump noses with her as Robin whispers, "I love you, milady. Neither one of us can run away from that."

Tilting her head back to look into his eyes Regina gives him a watery smile. This situation is so beyond complicated and maybe it's wrong but he's right. They can't stop what they feel, can't change the fact they are soulmates. And perhaps they stand a better chance of figuring out what to do together.

So Regina's voice is quiet but sure as she takes a leap of faith and whispers, "I love you, too."