Text in italics. My comments in bold. This was based on a prompt about Regina thinking she loves people more than they love her.
“Mmph,” Robin groans, collapsing on the mattress beside her.
“Eloquent,” she compliments with a raised eyebrow, turning on her side to tangle a leg between his and lay her head on his chest.
“In case you haven’t noticed,” he threads a hand in her hair, runs it along her neck and collarbone, over her breast and down to her hip as she shivers, “you tend to momentarily rob me of coherent speech.”
Her head rises and falls with his breaths as her hand skims over his chest. “Rob you? And I thought you were the thief.”
She knows he’s smirking now, though she cannot see it, and it is always her personal mission in bed to keep him from smirking for long. She turns her lips into his skin, runs them up a few inches, then kisses a trail back down, and she smiles in satisfaction when his breath catches. “Only momentarily, then?” she hums.
Before she realizes what’s happening, he flips over so that he is above her again, and fuses their mouths together. She groans as his tongue slides into her mouth and his hand flexes against her hip. “I guess not,” she rasps, and the words trail off into a whimper as his tongue flicks at the shell of her ear and his hand tugs at her thigh to bring her leg around his hip. Her hand grabs at the back of his neck, her fingers twisting into his hair, and he growls into her ear as she tugs roughly. She chuckles, drags his mouth back to hers, and grins into the kiss when she lifts her hips and he hisses in pleasure.
She settles back on the bed before he can kiss her again or hold every line of their bodies together. Teasing only ever serves to make him more determined to have her writhing and gasping out his name, and she likes him determined. “A Queen does sometimes expect coherent speech to woo her,” she says, her voice low and gravelly.
"Well then," he rocks his hips into hers, and she whines as her hands scrabble at his hips to pull him close before she can stop them, "perhaps I’ll just have to make the Queen incoherent, too." His mouth chases hers. She smirks and turns her head at the last moment just enough that his lips meet the side of her mouth instead, “You’re impossible,” he gasps.
Her tongue catches between her teeth as she smirks up at him. “But you love me.”