He smells coffee, itâs the first thing that invades his slumber.
He hears her voice after, a while after, he is still in that lovely space between sleeping and waking, where he is warm and comfortable, safe, she is not speaking to him, he doesnât think, on the phone probably, his mind supplies him with, the strange little device that moves your voice around this whole world.
He turns onto his side when he feels the bed dip, she sits down on her side of the bed, the side of the bed closest to the door, he turns towards her, reaches out blindly and encounters a bare knee.
âGood morning,â he offers, not even opening his eyes, he knows it will still be dark outside the windows, in this Maine is not so different from how the Enchanted Forest was, in winter it is dark, dark in the morning, and dark in the afternoon, searingly bright for a while in between, but then it is terribly dark and cold. He can hear the wind outside now that he is awake, a howling cold wind that blows a branch against one of the windows, scratching and scratching, as if the cold is trying to barge in.
âHowâs your neck?â she asks him, her hand landing over his, her thumb running over his knuckles, over and over, such a simple little motion, but it nearly sends Robin back to sleep, but it sparks something else in him as well, has his cock stiffening under his flannel pants.
âMuch better,â he smiles, cracks one eye lid open, to see her, sheâs silhouetted by the light out in the hall, sheâd left the door open a bit, the hall light is the only light in the room, in the world even, for how dark it is outside the windows, her profile stark and beautiful, the jut of her nose nearly in her coffee mug as she brings it up for a sip. Robin shifts closer, hand sliding up from her knee, she lets him, her hand still on his, up her bare thigh, under her nighty and stilling just shy of where he very suddenly wants to explore. âA kind hearted woman gave me a message last night,â he says.
She letâs out a teasing hum, âTell me about this kind hearted woman,â Regina says.
âWell,â Robin smiles, sucks a bit of her outside thigh into his mouth, grazing the flesh with his teeth before pulling back, her fingers twitching against his, âshe was very beautiful,â he says.
âKind hearted woman always are in the stories,â Regina tells him, twisting her spine a bit to extend her other arm over to place her coffee down on the side table, a quiet plunk as it comes to rest upon the hard wood.
âAh, but this one was quite special,â Robin pulls at her, gently, now that there is no scalding liquid to spill, pulls her until sheâs laying down too, next to him, on her back. âYou see,â he cups a breast, squeezing the supple flesh through the silk of her sleepwear, âthis one was also,â he widens his eyes, meets her gaze, âa witch!â he mock whispers.
She laughs, her chest vibrating, âA kind hearted witch?â eyes closing, itâs then, when her eyes are closed, that Robin rushes forward and absolutely attacks her tits, biting at one savagely, her laughter choking off, her hand in his hair, fingers gripping as she gasps, and again as he squeezes her other breast again, finding her nipple through the fabric and pulling, teasing, easing himself over her, a thigh between her legs, legs that widen to accommodate him.
âYou donât think such a creature could exist?â he asks, humping his half hard dick against her hip, rutting his thigh against her, she makes this absolutely wonderful mewling sound, hands still in his hair as he pushes more weight against her. âI assure, I did not either, yet there she was, this dark haired,â her hand reaches between them, a snaking hand, nimble under his waist band, âdark eyed,â Robin grunts as she wraps her grip around him, no space between them for her to do much but hold him and twitch her fingers up and down, âvision that came in my hour of need.â
âWere you injured on some heroic quest?â she asks, grinning, and when she tries to move, move her legs so all of him can be between them, he eases his weight and lets her. Grunting once more as her soft body, warm and lovely, and smelling incredible too, is under him, under him and around him, her ankles locking around his waist, one of her arms wrapped around his neck, a hand around his dick, and everything is this woman and her curves and her softness.
âIndeed, I was,â he looks up, striking a heroic pose as much as he can laying like he is, âI was nearly bested Iâm afraid, nearly lost.â He pouts out his lip, shakes his head, as if sharing trajedy.
and she giggles, a surprising sound from her, rare and fleeting, it is one of his most prized things in all the world to hear, âBested by a dwarfs couch,â she giggles out, her hand still between them, still wrapped around his wholly hard dick.
She seems surprised when he slips two fingers inside of her, into her warm wet heat, already so wet for him, she stills, her body tenses, âIs this alright?â he asks, kissing her softly, but she is already relaxing, already moving her hips in time with him.
â-oh,â she gasps, cries out, fingernails blunt against his shoulder, grip weakening around his shaft, "yes,â she whispers against his lips, her body bouncing up and down in his arms, bouncing with each careful shove of his hand.
After sheâs come, from his fingers, from his mouth, sheâs sweaty and disheveled, her nighty rucked up to her arm pits, she pushes at his flannel pants, tugs them down his hips until his erection springs freely, âI need you,â she tells him, eyes closed, breathing still heavy from her orgasm, âplease,â she says, âI need you,â and he is only too happy to oblige her, in this especially, but in everything else, always.
And when he eases inside of her, lining himself up, filling her, balls deep and sliding half out, then in, in and out, she feels more perfect each time, he grunts out her name like it is a prayer, she kisses his forehead, gasps, her mouth so close to his ear, and it is indeed, a very good morning.
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