A/N : To fulfill today's prompt, here's the continuation of Robin and Regina's talk from my previous OS. Of course, rating has been upgraded to M ;-)


"Yes, Robin. I am pregnant."

He's still frozen in front of her, speechless, lips slightly opened.

"Robin?" she asks tentatively, her face switching from happiness to concern, her voice growing stronger, her walls raising instinctively. "Don't just stand there, say something!"

He snaps out of his daze state, shakes his head, blinks several times, before finally looking up at her again, still stunned.

"I'm sorry." He says. "That's a lot to take in."

"I know. It's not like I planned any of this," she says defensively as she continues, "but don't feel trapped into this, I raised Henry on my own and -"

She's shushed by his rough fingers on her lips, and look of disbelief on his face. "Feel trapped? Regina, I don't feel trapped. I just… I mean it's unexpected but… It's amazing news!" He finally reveals, laugh bubbling in his throat. "The best news I've heard in a very long time."

His hand moves to cup her cheek, thumb caressing her skin softly, but Regina can't help but question. "So, you're happy?"

His chuckle is genuine, his smile reaching his ears, his face radiant, eyes shining. "Of course I'm happy. A few months ago I was a lonely man with nothing to look forward to. Now, I live with the most beautiful woman in all the realms, I have a purpose, I'm trying to create a bond with the son of my dead doppelgänger, as weird as that sounds." Regina laughs softly, heart squeezing at the thought of Roland and of everything and everyone he's lost. "And now you're telling me that I'm going to be a father? To my own child? It took me a minute to process, but darling, you just made me the happiest man in the universe."

He pulls her to him, pressing his lips to her, her body to his, hand settling at the base of her nape and in her lower back, showing the depth of his bliss in his kiss, in his gentle touch. This woman means the world to him, he doesn't know what he did to deserve her, but he's grateful.

When he pulls back, he murmurs, his breath heavy. "Now, I'd very much enjoy making love to you in this absolutely incredible and sexy dress you're wearing."

Regina can't suppress the large smile that fills her face, her eyes turning dark, butterflies spreading in her abdomen just at the thought of it.

"Then, by all means, handsome. I certainly won't stop you," she encourages with a cocky grin, eyes full of desire.

Robin removes the basket and plates, dropping them on the ground, before locking eyes with his Queen, both definitely aroused.

She's waiting for him with a greedy smile, not looking away, letting him stalk towards her slowly, until his face is only an inch from hers. She presses her forehead to his, closes her eyes in anticipation, exhales softly between them. The second their lips touch, their urgent need takes possession of them, Regina's hand closing over the back of his neck, fingernails gripping his skin, while Robin leans into her, encouraging her to lay down, and she's all too happy to oblige.

Willingly opening her legs for him, wrapping one around his leg, the other sliding along his thigh, while her free hand finds its way under his shirt, coming in contact with his skin, well-toned torso, perfectly defined muscles. Damn, she loves his body so much. He is perfect, a work of art, fitting her deepest desires, in every way.

When he moves a hand under her ass, lifting her up a little only to press her closer to his already erected shaft, she shrieks in surprise, then moans in appreciation, rocking against him to gain as much friction as possible despite the layer of clothes between their bodies.

Robin's kisses move to her jaw, then her neck, turning into little bites when he finds the specific spot that always makes her see stars and fireworks, and she loves that he loves using it, making her a puddle of goo in his hands, completely surrendered to his ministrations.

"God, Robin…"

She quakes and arches, pressing her chest to his, fingers closing over his skin, moaning loudly. She usually loves it rough, but he's taking his sweet time with her today and though it is slightly frustrating, it is also a total bliss.

His tongue runs downward from her neck to her shoulder, then chest, towards a destination Regina already knows.

There we go, she thinks when his hand slides under her dress, using her deep cleavage to cup her breast, kneading it, thumb brushing over her nipple while his tongue makes its way towards her other breast, soon revealed when the fabric is pushed aside.

Robin's grinds against her pelvis are more frantic now, more reminiscent of what they're used to, harder, harsher, faster. His hand abandons one of her breasts to remove the dress from her shoulders, forcing her to arch so he can let it slide along her back, eventually freeing her arms from it, leaving her topless in the middle of her courtyard, about to make love to her soulmate, unbothered by the possibility of being seen.

She uses this moment to rip his shirt open, surprising him, but he knows she'll fix the damage with a quick flick of her wrist, so he lets her, doesn't protest. Instead, he groans in satisfaction, presses his bare chest to her, his mouth abandoning her wonderful body to lock with hers for an enthusiastic tongue-filled kiss.

Regina clumsily fumbles with his belt, manages to remove it, and pushes his pants down the best she can without breaking the kiss, pushing her pelvis up immediately to press her center against his erection, too needy to care to break contact for too long. Robin's answer is a hard grind against her, pressing right onto the perfect spot, sending a wave of pleasure through her, drawing a sudden cry from her lips.

He doesn't seem to be able to hold himself back very long either, because he removes her belt and pushes at her dress with ardor, freeing her legs and removing his pants properly, before lying back on top of her, positioning himself right between her thighs, his shaft finally directly pressed against her warmth, centering himself.

He enters her with one fast movement, surprising her, but she was so ready for him that he slid inside easily, stretching her muscles, quickly adjusting to him, welcoming him back.

His rhythm is fast, thrusting deep, sending shocks of pleasure inside her, spreading from her core to her entire being, squashing her clit every time and it feels so amazingly good. Regina feels it grow inside her, this knot in her lower abdomen, almost ready to burst out and explode in a firework of pleasure that she knows will leave her boneless and breathless, incredibly satisfied.

She's barely aware of Robin's desperate grunts above her, of his hands closing into tight fists to try to delay his climax, as he's unwilling to come without her, but he needn't wait long.

Orgasm washes over her a few seconds later, her eyes popping open, blinded by the ecstasy of the moment, her body shuddering for what feels like eternity, until it dips in the straw, still shaken by Robin's last thrusts as he empties himself inside her with a relieved moan, sagging onto her with a content sigh, sliding to her side. He drops a kiss above her heart, then on her cheek, and one of his hands slowly moves from her breast to her belly, trailing a path along her sweaty skin, before laying on top of her stomach, his thumb rubbing gently.

For a moment, Regina enjoys the bliss of the moment, the peacefulness, the intimacy. She lets her breathing come back to normal, the light breeze helping dry her body, even has to fight the sleep threatening to wash over her.

But a slight discomfort in her back reminds her of their location, one she chose, still she can't help declare "Now, I can tell you with certainty than straw isn't as comfortable as a soft bed."

Robin chuckles, kisses her chest before lifting his head to look her in the eyes.

"I never said it was, Your Highness" He says playfully, "but I appreciate what you did here, bringing some of my old lifestyle into our new life." Before she can reply, he adds, smirking, "and, for the record, I am definitely a fan of this new dress."

It's her turn to laugh, wrapping an arm around his neck to urge him above her.

"I knew you'd like it." Tempering her laugh, but unable to suppress her smirk, Regina stares deep into his blue eyes, feels his strong arms surround her, his heartbeat hammer against her chest, the flutter of her guts when she thinks of their baby growing in her belly, and declares, "So… I guess we've just started another adventure."