Like a soothing balm on a calloused skin, her lips brought life to him. Soft, smooth, sweet - forming a fit so tender and, at the same time, even wetter. Robin slid one of his hands to the nape of her neck, running all the way down to where the thin t-shirt had stuck as a second layer of skin with a soft, curious touch; he used his other hand to work around the small body, holding her in the line above her waist with his fingertips. Each drop of the cold rain that surrounded them was in controversy with the heat that emanated from that encounter, the way the tongues complimented themselves and danced in a passionate synchrony inside their mouths. Her knuckles were whitish so much the force with which she held the thin fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him hard even though there was no more space to approach him; Robin turned both hands to her face, sliding them against the sides like a frame, his thumbs on the sides and the tips of his fingers caressing the back of her neck. The kiss fell apart at the mere absence of breath, he gripped her gently by the jaw and lifted it slightly, making a trail of daring kisses down her neck, reaching up to her collarbone and listening to her grunt something.

Robin felt as she slipped her fingers through his soaked hair, causing an extra amount of water to slide down the back of his neck. He laughed, feeling the trickle of water streaming down his spine and turned his face back into those chocolate eyes. She allowed herself to hug him, sliding her arms behind his neck and going further, allowed herself to look into those eyes as confidently as she could. She felt her whole body shiver. Those eyes that had snatched her since she'd seen him in Whitehall Palace. Eyes that praised her without him having to say a single word. Eyes that declared the feelings they both struggled to win, and in the end they ended up terribly defeated.

She smiled as he stroked her cheek and kissed her lips sweetly. "I love you, Regina." She bit her lip, and hugged him, laying her forehead against his lips in a pose of shelter and protection. He hugged her, and she felt safe in the warmth of his embrace. "I've always loved. I will always love." He finished thoughtfully.

The rain was the only witness of that moment, she thought. She closed her eyes, yielding to everything her heart had been shouting at her for months. She loved him. Not just because of the past, not because of his pretty face or because of Raven. She loved him in all its fullness and she had to accept it. She pushed herself away from his embrace and laced her fingers through his fingers, her body shuddering partly from the cold and partly from the body contact that was always absurdly thrilling to her. He stared at her for a few seconds, trying to understand what she wanted. The silence between them was no longer uncomfortable when all the letters had been put to the table. There were no secrets separating them.

"Take me to the boat."

She asked, and he just shook his head, nodding. He approached her and carefully inclined his body; slid one of his arms beneath her legs, and with the other arm he held her at the back, catching her in his lap, bridal style. Regina lay against his wet chest, her small arms wrapped around the blonde's neck. His steps were not rushed. Carefully, he walked down the pier to the boat, and gently placed one leg, then another into the vessel, being careful to not knock it down. The wind caused some of it to move, but a vessel of that size was of complete confidence; Robin quickly opened the door to the ground floor room and stepped in, bending diagonally to keep his arm from knocking.

Regina's eyes quickly opened as she felt the heat. He were really leaving - he had turned on the heater. Robin gently placed her on the floor, leaving her to observe every detail - and she did. Her eyes traced the wooden panels, the bulbs, the planned furniture that gave her the feeling of space and comfort, the shimmering handles she believed to be pure gold, for they shone with scandal. Luxury defined that boat. A masterpiece to travel the seven seas with the best money could buy - space, quality, comfort, lighting. She slid her fingertips over the wood lining the walls and closed her eyes to double the delight of that experience.

The entrance was basically a hitech kitchen coupled with a luxury living and dining room; the hanging glasses and the bottles tucked into the cellar built into the wall gave vintage air to the place. Regina crossed the main room and stopped at the entrance of the room. A king bed covered by an Egyptian-looking quilting, probably woven with a thousand more strands. There were not many furniture; the wood panels protected the walls of drywall, a television set in front of the bed, just a dumb servant, a small room whose half-open door revealed its purpose as a closet. She felt his presence behind her, hot breath roaring at the back of her neck, but he did not touch her.

She turned toward him, leaning against the stop. Robin just watched her, silent, giving her all the autonomy of what was happening. She slid her fingers down his jaw, stroking without ever breaking eye contact. She bit her lower lip as she felt him turning his body to face her; she sighed seconds before realizing he was going to kiss her. Heat emanated from every touch, just as kisses burned inside them. Her hands came up and down his back, playing with the wet jeans. Robin released her lips for seconds and strode down the path to a sensitive spot on her neck where he sucked gently. The sly moan she gave him served as an ignition so that he held with both hands the thin t-shirt she wore, pulling and tearing in half.

She laughed, aware of how much it excited her. Carefully, she touched the blonde's face and brought it to hers, kissing him passionately. She pulled back, wrapping her fingers around his fingers and walked to the edge of the bed. Standing with his back to the bed and facing her, he waited for the next step. She kissed his lips for seconds, like a gesture of affection. "Let me take care of you. Do not move." She demanded, and he just nodded. She slid her fingers over his skin in the lower part of his abdomen and carefully pulled the t-shirt upwards, pulling it from his body. Her eyes quickly admired the physique, the well-distributed muscles. Carefully, she unbuttoned his jeans and he just followed her with his eyes; slipped the zipper and pulled it firmly so that the pants came off his body. Robin used his own feet to take off his sneakers, making it easier for her to remove the piece.

"I need a towel."

"In the closet. Second box on the left."

She walked over to the small sitting room and took the towel from inside a box of braided sisal. When she returned, she realized that he remained in the same position she had left. She opened the towel and slid over the blond strands, drying them. Robin closed his eyes, enjoying every second of that tender act. When she became convinced it was dry, she slipped the towel over his shoulders, wiping and contouring every contour of his body in front of her. Her hands skimmed around his abdomen under a curious, intent stare. She smiled, skipping the area covered in white boxer briefs that unscrupulously revealed how excited he was at that situation, and Robin smiled back. She knelt down, pushing the soft white towel down one of his legs, and carefully rising again; then did the same on the other leg, making sure to dry every inch of skin, letting the soft towel follow the flow of her fingers. She accepted the hand he held out to her. She slipped the towel over her shoulders and unbuttoned her own jeans, pulling on the zipper and pulling the jeans down to her feet, undoing herself from the soggy fabric as well. The blue lace panties did not match the black lace bra, but she smiled, reminding herself that she was not planning to undress herself when the day dawned.

Robin removed the towel from her shoulders and gently began to dry her hair, sliding the already damp cloth through her blackened hair, removing the excess water. Following the rhythm she had set, he lowered the towel and touched her shoulders, making her shiver with the scraping of the cloth on her skin. She put her hands over his, preventing him from continuing. He stared at her in confusion.

"I'm not done yet, Robin."

Surrendered, he sighed and returned to the original position. Regina put the towel over his shoulder, and leaning over, she kissed him at the base of his neck, lowering her lips to his collarbone. The wet kisses left a trail all over his musculature, and she slipped her fingers between the boxer's waistband and his skin; she pulled the last piece of clothing gently, sliding it over his thick legs. He was completely naked, not just physically. Robin looked at her with complete adoration; he might feel undoubtedly vulnerable in the position he was in, but not with her. Regina was a stronghold, a foundation in her life. Opening himself to her only made him stronger.

She grabbed the towel and held his cock, wrapping it between her fingers. With a typical movement, she went up and down, teasing him. "That part was still missing." She whispered against his lips, her fingers rising and falling in the continuation of glorious torture. He shivered, and without her waiting, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her legs, placing her in his lap. He turned away, laying her on the bed, his fingers interlacing her fingers and holding them against the mattress. Their faces were inches apart, he was lying between her thighs. She could feel his breath against her lips. Robin kissed her cheek, ghost-touching her with his lips; playing with her lips, holding them with his teeth and letting go. She unhooked one of her wrists and brought her hand to his face in a caressing caress, her thumb sliding carefully over his cheek and the tips of her fingers stroking his hair. Regina looked into his eyes, admiring the detailed depth in each shade of blue, lost in the transparency of that ocean. "Make love to me."

He kissed her without hesitation. There was no hurry. It was as if every second, he felt himself slowing down so that he could love her forever. Her lips welcomed the taste of each other, while Robin rediscovered every inch of her body through his fingerprints. He pulled her black lace bra, freeing her breasts; kissed the center line between them, reaching up to her abdomen and redoing the way back. He could feel her chest expanding with her breath choked with anticipation; so he slid his thumb over one of her nipples as he covered the other with his lips, twirling his tongue around it. She sighed, but unlike the thick, lusty fits that encircled them, her voice sounded soft and surrendered as a plea. He slid her tongue around the halo, feeling her getting weaker, but he did not stop. He slid his thumb over the saliva-moistened nipple and turned his attention to the other, resuming the process of suction and pressure.

Robin touched her delicate abdomen with his fingertips and with his knees resting on the bed, it allowed his lips to skirt the lower line of her breasts, reaching her belly. He pressed her nipples with his thumbs, holding her tight as his mouth left a trail of wet kisses all over her abdominal stretch. He smiled as he felt her touch in her hair, caressing them. He skirted the diameter of her thighs, making her shiver; pulled her panties down the length of her legs and dropped them to the floor. He opened her legs carefully, placing simple kisses on the inside of her thighs, the touch of his fingers making a nice pressure on her skin. Heat seized her chest and her eyes immediately closed as she felt his tongue finding its way between her outer lips. The feel of the softness and smoothness of his tongue, touching her unhurriedly, was so unbearably warm that she felt she was going to explode in seconds. "Please... don't you ever stop." He held her tight, fingers pressed to her skin as he devoured every inch of her, intercalating long licks with sucking moments, avoiding the clitoris to prolong her pleasure; Regina bit her lip, feeling the lower part of her womb twist with pleasure, building an orgasm in progress. She felt his lips, every now and then touching her skin with wet kisses, the tongue brushing her skin, teasing her clit provocatively, pushing toward the abyss of sensations that awaited her. She was about to give in, he could tell by the force with which she tugged at his hair. He continued, finding a concise rhythm, stimulating her, sucking her on, until he felt the first spasm and her body arched, but he still didn't stop, until the last lick he had done on her clit makes her close her legs around his head as she squeezed the sheets tight enough to tear them apart.

She was murmuring something when he returned the way to line up with her. Her breath was still ragged; she opened her eyes and touched his face, kissing him. Without much force, she pushed him; seconds later she was on his lap, sitting on his waist. Robin lay there, watching her with full adoration. He stroked her cheek, smiling. "You're perfect, you know that?"

She leaned forward, shutting him with a kiss, her tongue sliding over his; he slid his hands down her back, stroking. Regina lifted her body, and guided his member to her entrance, engaging it and allowing a soft penetration. He watched silently as if he saw the sunset in front of him, her eyes closed, her mouth half open, her hair messy, her body naked, and she looked as beautiful as the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Creating her own rhythm, she began to move, riding on it, moving up and down slowly. She loved the feeling of him filling her and knew that she had never felt for another man what she felt for him. Sex was sex, and she adored it; but Robin could make her feel everything, a torrent of sensations that until then seemed inexplicable to her. It was different with him.

He disengaged himself from the mattress and sat on the bed; the movement made her lean her knees on the mattress on the side of his hip. She folded her arms around his neck, kissing him. She felt his hands on her lower back, the way his fingers stroked her skin with pleasure, longing for her, rediscovering her. "You're delicious, McLocksller." She whispered, and he laughed against her lips, making her worship him a little more. Intense, deep, complete. These were the sensations that took over her body every time he slipped into her again. As if he were taking hold of her, as if taking her for him, and she would not dare deny that she loved every second. She was inert to the sensations when he quickly turned her around, regaining control and lying her on her stomach. She felt the trail his lips had left as he kissed the entire line of her spine, reaching the back of her neck; pulled her hair to the side biting her there. "You're definitely more delicious." He whispered, sliding his lips over her ear and making her shiver.

He turned her over, laying her on the bed, and she slid both hands over his shoulders, then crossed her fingers behind the back of his neck and pulled him to her. But Robin was in no hurry. His eyes moved over her body with devotion, as if memorizing every inch of skin in sight. Regina was a monument. He slid his hands over her soft thighs, feeling the velvety texture of her skin. Thrusting forward, Robin nestled between her legs, placing his hard cock on her clit and rubbing lazily, without a rhythm itself. The sensation made her toes tingle, like little shocks mixed with something growing and bubbling. She tucked her nails into his thigh, biting her lower lip. "Stop torturing me, please."

Robin smiled, reminding himself that that moment needed something tender, that he should make love to her, show her how much he adored her. He slid his palm around his cock, staring at her with eyes full of lust and receiving a mischievous smile of response. "Love me, bad boy."

He slid his glans over her entrance, delighting in how wet she was, and then slowly found her way into her, making her curl her lips and let out a breath of air. Robin was the right size, she thought. Every movement of him carried a warm sensation, a whirlwind of sensations she longed to feel forever. Regina slid her hands into his arms, which were propped against the mattress beside her as she kissed him passionately. She caressed his face, fingers tracing every trace of that memorable face, caressing the brilliant golden hair, framing his face as if to memorize every little detail there. Robin loved the way she was staring at him, the glitter of her eyes and the sweet smile that seemed to linger on her soft lips. "I love you, Robin" She confessed, before kissing him again and he clenched his fists around the sheet, the apex brought on by her words striking him unexpectedly.

He slowed his pace, skirting her body as he kissed her, his hands causing shivers on her. Regina opened her legs a little more, allowing him to go even deeper, to reach that point where she knew she would lose control. They used to have whole nights of intense fucks, but it was not what she needed at that moment. Then she pulled him to her, crossing her legs in the line of his hip and nailing her nails into his back, tangled in him like an octopus with eight arms, so clinging to him that they could soon become one.

He took a deep breath, the air spreading thinly in his lungs and added a little more speed to his rhythm, bending his hips and hitting a spot inside her that made her moan as if to break. "Right there, oh fuck" She moaned, digging her nails into his shoulder and her other hand gripping the pillow under her head. He remained steady, worried about taking her to a plateau of pleasure as strong as his; lifted one of her legs, stroking it and raising the angle of penetration. God, he really was very, very good. Absurdly good. His body was as hot as she imagined hers was, his breathing ragged with the words he tried to say as he fucked her more and more, more forcefully, more intensely. "Regina, I love being inside you, you are, so hot, holy fuck" Robin could sense that she was near her limit when her walls gave the first sign of tension, becoming tighter around his cock and causing a more and more tight entrance. Regina was marking his whole body with her nails, he could feel the trembling in her legs, the spasms that betrayed the peak of her pleasure. But when he felt she was almost at her limit, Robin slowed down, trying to prolong that magical moment.

"Robin, if you stop now..."

He laughed. "What can happen?"

"Robin, please..."

Robin squeezed one of her thighs and returned to the incessant rhythm, stocking steadily, coming in and out of her with vehemence. The sudden change made her body shudder, the growing, bubbling sensation of something in her belly rising as she pressed against him as if there was nothing else in the world beyond them, and that moment. "Is that what you want, babe? Me, inside you, feeling you all wet, and needy, so hot around my dick and" And so, without the possibility of answering, with Robin imposing weight and pressing her against the bed, with her legs getting the consistency of jelly by the words spoken by him in a hoarse tone, Regina's inner walls closed around his dick and her whole body shook violently in an intense orgasm. She softened against his arms, and he kissed her with passion, caressing her gently as he pulled himself from her and lay beside her, hugging her. He pulled the sheet over and covered their bodies, feeling her hands on his, reinforcing the embrace he had given her as waves of pleasure and heat smashed against her lazily.

For a while she allowed herself to rest. She didn't know if she had slept, dozed, or just closed her eyes for a few minutes. She woke with his arms around her waist and smiled. She rose from the bed softly, trying not to wake him, then walked into the closet and pulled out a sweatshirt that covered slightly more than her hip. When she reached the kitchen, she realized that it was morning and the rain had stopped. Maybe she had slept more than she imagined.

"This sweatshirt looks better on you than on me." Regina heard the british accent and before she turned around, she felt him hugging her; his strong arms skirted around her waist and he kissed her cheek.

"I thought you were asleep." She teased, and he released her, walking to the coffee pot.

"You left my arms, so I woke up."

He leaned against the counter, wearing only gray sweatpants. She stared at him, staying where she was. This was a new stage for both of them. An environment of total transparency. "What shall we do now?" She asked.

"You want me to go?" He asked, his eyes serious.

"No." She sighed, walking until she was in front of him. "It took me too long to realize that whoever I wanted was in front of me all this time. So, be mine. Stay."

"I've always been yours, Regina." He slid his hand down the back of her neck. "And I'm not going anywhere, unless you ask me to go."

She kissed him, her feelings mixed with his; a calm and deep kiss, with meanings that words could not specify. He stroked her face, and she looked into his eyes before continuing. "I have a request to make."

"Whatever you want."

"About the Raven."

"Regina, I'm not going to be part of society anymore. Don't worry. It kept me from you, I didn't..."

She placed her index finger over his lips. "I don't want you to leave it." As she withdrew her finger, he remained silent, staring at her with some confusion in his eyes. "I want you to put me inside. I want to be the Raven, too."

A smile welled up on his lips. His eyes flashed, and he smiled. "You never stop surprising me, Regina Mills."

"And then? I'm expecting an answer." She said impatiently.

"I thought the answer was obvious." He teased, turning her and pinning her body between himself and the coffee pot counter. "If I remember correctly, Carmen Sandiego never take no for an answer."

She smiled and pulled him close, sliding her lips against his.

A FEW WEEKS LATER

"Are you ready?" She asked. Robin was finishing putting the breads around the plate, and deftly leaned over it and placed the plate on the table. She had already asked him not to wear a cap inside the kitchen, but all her attempts were in vain. He wore a white t-shirt that worked very nicely around all his muscles and occasionally distracted her.

"Are you going to record a video or a documentary?"

"Idiot." She grunted, laughing. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore a light blue dress with white details. The morning was beautiful; rays of sunlight streamed through the windowpanes and illuminated the kitchen. With all set, Regina turned the camera to herself, and making sure she was presentable, began to record.

Hello mom.

Yes it's me. Your daughter, Regina. I grew up yes, quite a lot. Since you may not remember where you are, I'm going to record this video to help you. We are in my house, on a safe and comfortable island. You're in your room, and if Rosalinda is not there, just call her that she'll be around.

Regina took a few steps and brought the camera. You're safe here, Mom, and generally, you spend your days setting up mandala-shaped gardens. On your best days, you go to the beach and sometimes Lola jumps on you and ruins your elegant dresses, but deep down I know you adore her.

Anything you need, and if I'm not here, ask Rosa. She has the contact of people who stand to the readiness of any need that we might have. Regina kept walking and Robin tried to divert, but it was not fast enough, so she bumped into him. Oh, if you happen to meet this guy around the house... He pointed at Robin, who smiled at the camera like a ten-year-old boy. Do not panic. It's Robin, and he's my boyfriend. You usually worship him and you two spend hours talking ill of me in front of me. Regina turned to the camera and whispered. And maybe I love him. Just a little. I don't know for sure.

He appeared in the video. Cora, she loves me very much. Don't believe this spoiled kid.

Regina laughed, and he stole a kiss from her before stepping out of the video. I really love him. She confessed to the camera, laughing. I think you're familiar with your life now, Mother. Come down when you want. The coffee will be on the table.

I love you.

The end.

It's sad that such a beautiful story comes to an end. It was a pleasure to me to write it, and even more pleasurable to share my babies w y'all. Thank you for reading, thank you for the reviews, the kudos and everything. I hope to see y'all in my next stories. A special thank you to Anny, because she always reminds me how special this fanfic is. And ofc, the biggest thank you to my beta, because without her nothing here would be possible. Bye