So This Is Love

Perhaps it was the way his warm breath ghosted across the back of her neck that sent her stomach rolling. Perhaps it was the way his strong fingers danced delicately across her back. Perhaps it was the tender, yet sensual kisses he peppered behind her ears. Perhaps it was the way he would whisper sweet nothings that sent her heart to flutter. Or perhaps it was the way he held her tight in his arms; as if the very thought of letting her slip through his grasp would be his undoing. Perhaps it was all of those things for she couldn't pinpoint which one of the many ways he showed her his love for her that made her know and truly believe his declarations.

And so a contented sigh escaped her lips as they lay together, cocooned in the safe haven of their bed. No, she never knew anything like this; she never thought she could have anything like this. A silent tear escaped her eyes and she sucked in a breath. She never wanted this moment to end. She craned her neck slightly so as not to disturb the slumber of her lover. The clock on the bedside table ticked, marking the time. Her mind raced with a million thoughts, as it did most nights, even with him beside her. How time stretched on for her in both directions; the past echoing all their struggles, the future filled with so many uncertainties. She knew in her heart that if the man curled behind her stayed by her side despite her past, he would be with her for whatever else life decided to throw at her, at them.

There he was, spooned behind her, his warm hands cradling her lower belly, a tickling sensation working its way up her spine. A soft sigh escaped her lips as a smile worked its way onto her features. He pulled her closer, she could feel him pressed close, sending a different sensation throughout her body. She felt him shift behind her. He pecked a kiss behind her ear – he knew she liked that. He moved his arm from underneath her and shifted his body over hers so he could decorate her neck and cheeks with kisses. She grinned but maintained her position. She then felt his lips spread into a grin.

"What are you thinking?" He asked as he shifted more over her. Her smile widened in response but she stayed silent. He worked his way to peppering kisses on her lips.

"Hmm?" Kiss. "Tell me, love," and another, "what," kiss, "are" peck, "you" once more, "thinking?" This time she moved underneath him, fluttering her eyes open to meet his intense yet gentle stare. She bit down on her lip, offering a flirtatious smile. He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss that sent a fire from the top of her head down to the ends of her toes. She brought her arms around his neck to pull him closer, shifting her body hoping to create some friction between their bodies. They stayed trading languid kisses for many minutes, or maybe even an hour, she wasn't quite sure, but they only stoked the fire that had started building the moment he started peppering those darn kisses across the back of her neck and there was only one way to quench it.

She could feel it building more and more and if they kept at it she was certain she would explode. She wasn't quite sure how he was lasting this long without going any further. Her hand spread across the expanse of his back. God how she loved to feel his muscles flex underneath her hands when he was working her the way he was. He nipped at her neck, eliciting a small moan which he muffled with his lips before soothing the nip with his soft lips. She dug her nails into his back all the while rubbing her feet up and down his legs. He jerked a little at the cold sensation. He chuckled into her kisses and she responded in kind. He drew her left leg up his side, opening her little wider for his gentle thrusts. She could feel him, really feel him even through the layers of her silk pajama shorts and his boxers. There was something about dry humping her lover with their clothes on. It made her feel like a giddy teenager, that perhaps at any moment their parents would walk in on them doing something they shouldn't but in reality it was the kids possibly walking in on them that added fuel to the fire. It was Saturday and early but cuddles in the mom and dad's bed for morning cartoons was a tradition both kids and parents enjoyed. Another thrust, this time he held onto her a little longer. Slickness was starting to build in between her legs.

"What are you doing?" she chuckled out as she readjusted, tilting her neck to the side so he could kiss and suck at that spot behind her ears.

"Oh, now you want to talk?"

"What? You wanted to know what I was thinking…and I'm thinking about what you're doing to me."

"Oh, and what am I doing to you, mi'lady?"

"Hmmm," she hummed out as he dropped another kiss to her neck. "Many things, a great many things."

"You're thinking about things while I am trying to worship your body?"

"Well, maybe I'm thinking about all the ways in which you worship my body, how you make me feel when you worship my body."

"Oh," a sly grin spread across his features with her clarification. He shifted a little lower down her body and reached for the hem of her silk pajama top. He skated his hands up her side, eliciting a soft giggle before cupping her left breast. "I love these," he stated, rolling the nipple in between his fingers.

"Mmmm, I know," she responded, leaning forward a bit to kiss him. She loved his soft lips. He continued kneading her breast for a few moments more before popping it out through the top of her shirt for a proper suck. She gasped into his mouth at the sensation.

"Shhhh," he admonished. He'd forgotten for a moment she was a screamer.

"Don't you shush me. If you don't want me to scream then we should just stop right now." He let her nipple go with a pop. He gave it a lick, a suck and grasped it between his teeth. It sent shivers down her body. Her back arched into him as shaky breaths fell from her lips. A grin spread across his features. Smug bastard. He liked making her scream. He pulled back so his left hand could pull the other side of her top down underneath her breasts. Both were on display, their nipples peaked for his attention. He switched to sucking the other breast while he rolled the nipple of the other one in between his fingers. She found she could only lay beneath him, trying to resist the sensations pooling in her heat, trying to resist the finale before they'd even gotten to Act II. Her hands drifted from around his neck down his sides, fingering the band of his boxers. He paused his ministrations so she could work them down his hips. She grasped him in her hand, this time it was his turn to hiss out a pleasured sigh. Ever so slowly she stroked him, reached the tip, swiping through the wetness leaking out before drawing her hand back down the length to the base, massaging his balls a little bit before repeating the motion, sometimes adding a twist. Her strokes had him growing harder in her hands.

"Mi'lady I'm afraid if you keep that up I won't be able to finish properly worshiping you."

"Maybe, I've been worshiped enough for now," she spoke with a wide grin. Hi right hand took a slow journey down towards the edge of her silk bottoms. He played with the edge a bit before shoving his hand inside and gave her a slow, but strong stroke. A shuddering moan passed through her lips and she ground her hips hard against his hand. She abruptly let go of his penis to grasp at the pillow behind her head. "Damnit, I wasn't ready for that." Robin chuckled as he continued his strokes. He inserted a finger to test the waters and she may not have thought she was ready, but the wetness that was coating his finger told a different story. He brought his hand out and presented it to her. She took his finger into her mouth and sucked.

"Hmmm, your sex tells a different story, my love."

"Does it now?" she replied, her eyes darkening with lust. "What story is it telling?"

"Mmm, it's telling me it's more than ready for me to be inside you. Are you ready for me to be inside you?" She grasped her lower lip in between her teeth and stole a sideways glance to the clock on the night stand. She stilled him with her hands on his chest, nodding her head towards the clock. "My love don't do this."

"It's already past time."

"I know, I know, but we haven't heard a peep! Maybe they've decided to have a lie in, we're so close. If you're worried we can be quick." She sighed, she loved it when they were able to take their time. Sometimes the thrill of possibly being caught made their sex really amazing, but those events occurred more frequently than she liked. One evening she'd have to convince her husband to spring for the babysitter so they could have an evening and perhaps a morning to themselves. She slowly nodded her head, acquiescing to speeding up there love making. He grinned as he sat up so he pull his boxers all the way off while she sat up to pull her top and bottoms off. He returned to his position on top of her. She loved the feeling of her breasts pushed upon his chest. He pulled her hand down encouraging her to give herself a few strokes while he in turn gave himself a few strokes before teasing her entrance. She removed her hand and guided him inside. Once fully sheathed he rested a few moments so she could adjust. She leaned up a little to capture his lips in a kiss and encourage him to start their all familiar rhythm. This…was nice. He said they'd be quick but the pace was agonizingly slow and built anticipation in her belly. They ground against each other, soft sighs escaping her lips. She tucked her face into the crook of his neck, his smell intoxicating her. She captured pieces of skin in between her teeth before pecking kisses.

Creak

He suddenly stopped.

"Did you hear that?"

"Mmm, it's the bed. We need a new one," she sighed out, writhing underneath him.

"I thought, nevermind." A curious look passed her features but nevertheless they resumed. She drew her legs up higher around his waist as his thrusts became harder and reached deeper. More sighs and panted breaths left her lips. She whispered in his ear, "I'm close." That was his cue to move faster. Soon he could feel her walls tightening around him, encouraging him. He reached down to circle her clit when he felt a new sensation. A tug. On his toes. He pulled back from kissing.

"What are you doing?" she whispered out harshly.

"What am I doing? What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything, I was about to cum," she replied.

"Mommy? Daddy?" They both froze. She ever so delicately shoved her husband to the side, grasping the covers.

"Love? What are you doing up?" The small child walked around to his mother's side of the bed.

"It's Saturday, it's time for cartoons and cuddles." She rolled to the side so she could look at her son.

"Is it now?"

"Uh huh," he responded, lifting his legs so he could crawl into bed with his parents. She reached out a hand.

"Sweetheart, what has mommy and daddy told you about walking into our room when the door is closed?"

"Um, oops, I forgot to knock. Are you mad?"

"No, love, it's just mommy and daddy were in the middle of something."

"Oh," the little boy puckered his lips.

"Tell you what, why don't you go wake Henry. You boys go downstairs and have him pour you up some cereal and you can watch cartoons in the living room instead, how does that sound?"

"But we're supposed to have cuddles together," the little boy whined. She reached forward and ran her hand through her youngest son's hair. How she loved those curls.

"I know, let mommy and daddy finish what they were working on and then we'll all come back upstairs for cuddles. How does that sound?"

"But what about pancakes and hot cocoa?" She let out a sigh. If it took any longer to get her son out of their bedroom the moment would be lost and she would rather quite finish what they'd started. She huffed out a breath. Her husband spoke up this time.

"Anything you want Roland so long as you leave right now, okay?" The boy let out a cheeky grin before dashing out of their bedroom shouting Henry's name as he ran down the hallway.

She leaned back to look at her husband.

"Anything he wants, eh?"

"Oh shut it."

"Can I get anything I want?"

"Hmm, and what would that be?" He asked as he shifted to pull her on top. She braced her hands against his chest.

"On top?"

"It's your favorite, I know. You like to drive."

"Hmm, indeed I do." She leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss. She reached down to give him a couple of firm strokes before positioning herself over him and easing herself down. She started off slow, giving herself time to adjust once more before increasing speed.

"Come one love, cum for me. The boys won't wait long," her husband encouraged reaching to stroke her clit. She moaned out as she began to lose control. A few more thrusts and she was falling apart. Her husband's arms braced her, guiding her down beside him. He gathered her into his arms, pressing kisses into her sweat matted hair. He pecked a few more against the back of her neck. "Do you want to take a shower while I get started on those pancakes?" He asked as he continued his assault.

"Mmm, I would love a shower, but I wish you could join me."

"I know love, but I doubt we could squeeze in another round without the boys coming back to check on us. I'll even start you a pot of coffee. How does that sound?" She turned in his arms, eyes opening to stare deep into his, into his soul. She reached up to cup his cheek in her hand. He leaned in so their foreheads touched.

"How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?"

"Mmm, I ask myself the same thing every time I look at you." A blush crept up her cheeks.

"I love you."

"I love you too, now, my love, we should get going. The day will be over soon enough and perhaps we could convince the boys an early evening and squeeze in some more us time?"

"Hmmm, or perhaps we should give Emma a call and they can have a slumber party?"

"Ha ha ha, you think she'll go for that?"

"Oh, I have my ways."

"Pure evil."

"That's a little harsh, dontcha think? Just because I happen to know some secrets that someone would rather not have shared to have a nice evening and morning with my husband doesn't make me evil."

"I suppose not."

"Good, now I shall take my shower and I will join you shortly." She reluctantly dragged herself from her husband's arms and made her way over to the ensuite and she could feel his eyes follow.

An hour later found her showered and dressed and wandering down the stairs following the heavenly smell of coffee and apple pancakes, which were her specialty. He's attempted many times to make her apple pancakes but he couldn't quite get them right. She paused in the entryway of the kitchen to watch him plate up the pancakes and place them along with bacon in front of Henry and Roland.

"Oh, look who's decided to grace us with her presence. Good morning your majesty!" He called out to her. The boys turned to see their mother in the doorway. Roland hopped down from his chair and ran towards her. She stooped down to catch him.

"Mommy!"

"Oh, hello my love, how are you?"

"Roland! What have we told you about running and jumping on mommy? You have to be careful."

"Sorry mommy, sorry daddy," Roland apologized wriggling to be put down. Regina stooped down to meet the little boy's sad face. She took her hand to tip his chin upwards.

"Oh sweetie, don't be sad. You'll remember, next time, right?" He shook his head. "Good, did you have a good morning?"

"Uh huh," he responded. She took his hand and guided him back to the table. He resumed his previous task of eating pancakes. She walked around the island behind her husband, wrapping her arms around his back inhaling his sex scent that only heightened her neediness. Yes, she would definitely make sure Emma watch their boys. She reached forward and swiped the coffee mug her husband was about to bring to his lips.

"Oi, that was mine."

"Mmmm," she hummed out. "If I do recall in our vows, 'What's mine is yours and what's your is yours,'" she recited.

"I don't recall that line," he responded as he reached for the coffee mug he had already poured for her.

"That's because you were so mesmerized by my beauty to pay attention to what you were reciting after the officiant." She replied swiping a piece of bacon from the plate that was sitting in front of her husband.

"Here love, I actually made you a plate." He handed her a plate with three pancakes and a couple strips of bacon. She wrinkled her nose.

"Is this palatable?"

"Your words wound me! The boys like it, right?" She looked at the boys would actually seemed to be making a dent in the stack of pancakes. Henry was the first to respond.

"Well, they're the best he's made so far." Henry said as he took another bite.

"Henry, not with your mouth full," Regina admonished.

"See? They're the best I've ever made!"

"That doesn't build much confidence, dear."

"Come on, just one bite?"

"You know I'll need more than just one bite, I'm not the only one eating here."

"Alright fine, if you don't like it I'll get you something else, how's that?"

"Mmmm, alright." She took the fork he profferd and took a bite. All three of the men in her life stared at her waiting for her reaction. As much as she hated to admit, this batch of pancakes was actually decent. He'd obviously finally figure out how to make a decent batch of apple pancakes. Her plans for having him go out to Granny's for a cheeseburger instead were ruined.

"Soooo?"

"Alright, I think I can manage to swallow these down."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Robin chuckled out and high fived his two boys. Regina rolled her eyes and took her plate towards the living room. After a few moments her voice rang out through the house.

"Are you boys coming or am I going to have to watch Saturday cartoons all by myself?" They all three looked at each other in surprise. Eating in the living room was off limits. It took them a moment but they all grabbed their plates and rushed to the living room.

"Boys be careful! Grab some of those old newspapers and sit on the floor, okay?" The boys nodded and did as they were told. "Babe, the coffee!" Robin nodded and returned shortly with coffees for them and hot cocoa for the boys. As Robin settled in behind her on the sofa, he gathered her in his arms, circling her waist resting his hands once again on the small of her belly, cradling the life that grew within. She settled back into his arms, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Though the early morning activities had somewhat tired her out, drifting into sleep for a midmorning nap, she couldn't help that this moment right here was what love was made of.

I hope you enjoyed this little one shot. My kitten helped me write so sorry if there are some typos.