Comfort Food

Sex on the Beach

"One last bite. Do you want it, Mrs. Locksley?" Robin held out a forkful of macaroni and cheese as they stood in the kitchen together.

She smiled, closing her mouth around it and pulling the last few pieces off the fork. After a few chews, she swallowed and sighed. "I feel a lot better now."

"Me too," he replied, placing the bowl in the sink. He ran the water to wash it as she wrapped her arms around him again.

"We're married," she whispered. Her father had been right—even though she couldn't put her finger on how exactly things were different, it certainly felt it.

The water stopped running and Robin turned in her arms, wrapping his around her. "We are," he confirmed. "Until death do us part."

"Nah uh. I said infinity and beyond. So that's even beyond death." She smiled up at him, watching as he bit his lower lip.

He kissed her forehead. "I think I can be married to you for infinity and beyond, never to be parted."

She laughed as he scooped her up again, cradling her close. Robin nuzzled her. "Shall we finally go to bed, milady?"

"Bed sounds wonderful," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's been forever since I woke up."

"We have had a busy day," he agreed, carefully climbing the stairs to their room.

She hummed in agreement. "But it was a very good day."

Robin laid her on the bed again, closing their bedroom door. He leaned against it, smiling. "Your choice lovely. Sleep or sex?"

"It is our wedding night," she reminded him, kneeling. "I can always retrieve that black box from under the bed."

"I told you. Save that for the honeymoon when I can really enjoy it on you." He stood next to the bed, resting his hands on her hips.

Regina kissed him, running her hands up and down his arms. She loved his strong arms, especially when they were wrapped around her. "We could still have a wedding night," she said, giving him a coy smile.

"I like the way you think, Mrs. Locksley." He began to tug at her jersey, guiding it up and over her head. Desire filled his eyes as he took in her nude form.

She tugged at his boxers, pulling them down until he kicked them off. He climbed onto the bed with her and gently lowered her onto her back, ready to consummate their marriage. They were going to take their time, though, as they had all night.

Deep, languid kisses were exchanged as they softly caressed every curve of their bodies, legs entwined. Robin trailed kisses down her neck as his hand cupped one of her breasts. "I love you," he murmured against her skin.

"I love you too," she gasped as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot. "So, so much. Especially your tongue."

He chuckled. "All in good time."

"You're going to torture me on our wedding night? Really?"

"I'm going to make you feel everything," he replied, trailing kisses lower. "All night long."

She shivered in anticipation, bending her leg as he made his way down her abdomen. His whiskers tickled her, one of her favorite sensations. Regina doubted she would ever stop enjoying it.

He paused above her sex, which was wet and hot as she waited for him. Blue eyes glanced up at her. "You ready?"

"Stop talking and start licking. Or sucking. Or whatever you want to do down there. Just as long as it includes your tongue." She threw her arm over eyes, her heart already hammering against her chest.