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[outlawqueenbey]

Kiss prompt: OQ and 27

#27 - As a suggestion. 

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He’s out of his mind. Downright insane. He is absolutely fucking insane.

It’s the only explanation for what just babbled out of his mouth. For the utterly ridiculous, rather bold jumble of words he just flung at her without even really thinking. 

But that is just it.

He is thinking. About her. everything about her.

The color of her hair, the shape of her jaw, slope of her nose, how fucking amazing it would be to finally get to taste her lips that continuously bite sharp tight remarks at him behind a hidden smirk. 

He thinks only of her these past couple months. 

And it appears his once silent desire and penchant for her has finally voiced itself. In a rather inopportune moment. One surrounded by nearly the entire castle who all stare with wide eyes, half curious half in utter fear for the poor thief who requested something completely preposterous from the Queen. 

They watch as the monarch cocks her brow, swallows the last bit of wine from her goblet before taking the first slow step towards him. 

He suddenly feels like prey being stalked by her dark brown eyes that swallow him whole in her approach. The hunted tend to flee from the hunter, but he finds his boots cemented to the floor. 

It’s her fingers he feels first, climbing up his chest, scratching along the base of his jaw, angling his mouth down to her. It’s impossible she is actually going to do this. Heed his suggestion. Give it anything but a snarling scowl. Perhaps this is how she hunts, gets close enough to freeze her prey before snapping their neck. 

Her chin tilts up, and he swears he’s died already at the feeling of her warm breath against his lips. 

“Who knew a thief had manners.” She smiles slyly, brushing punishingly up against him. It has a a grin cracking his lips as she too chuckles softly below him. He waits a half moment for her to nod, giving him permission to kiss her as he has done many nights under the shroud of darkness and secrecy. 

He claims her lips fully, anchoring a hand in her hair, drinking in the surprised moan at the base of her throat. Somewhere behind him he hears his men laughing  it is about bloody time. 

Robin simply smiles and kisses his love again, knowing that he will spend his entire life asking for another if she is so kind to bestow one.