Just some fluffy smut because that is where my mind is right now. I haven't written much of this stuff before so be kind. Let me know if it is awful. Enjoy!

Her bed is soft, always has been. When she was a girl, she sought refuge from Cora in the twisted blankets and cozy warmth, and as an adult, her bed has provided her with the same comfort, the same escape.

In the castle, trapped in her atrocious marriage, she refused to accept Leopold in her own bed. She would always walk through the halls, dark and dreary, step after step until she arrived at his bedchamber, never hers, the one thing she could hold onto, the one comfort she could have, and he never seemed to care, why would he?

As the evil queen she would revel in the fine fabrics, revel in the freedom to lay all day if she so chose, basking in the solace of her dark heart and her dark sheets and her dark space. She had nothing to lose then.

The freedom she feels now is different, the comfort far more pleasurable, more immense. She is completely naked, not a shred of clothing covering her flesh from Robin's hands, or mouth, or tongue. The soft material of her bedding, and the sinking coziness of her mattress make her feel safe, secure, warm, and protected. Or is that him?

Either way, the feeling of his flushed skin against hers, his scruff between her thighs, has her gripping the soft fabric on her bed, twisting it in her fingers, while his mouth brings her the comfort, the solace she seeks, and so much more.

She is sweaty, a sheen settling over her skin as he licks and sucks at her until she is writhing, cumming with his name on her lips, tugging at his hair and shoulders insistently until he rises, his mouth meeting hers in a hungry wet kiss. Her body trembles and quakes with pleasure, and she smiles, almost laughs, because she never expected this, never could have hoped for any of it.

He smiles with her, a smirk against her lips, trailing down to the heated flesh at her jaw, her neck, until she is lifting her legs, squeezing him between her thighs, and wrapping around him, inviting him. His smirk falters, lips opening in a different shape, a moan spilling out as the tip of his erection meets her entrance.

He moves slowly, slides inside of her achingly so, stretching her, and she can still feel slight spasms from earlier clenching on his hardness. He thrusts languidly, building her arousal again, his mouth and fingers working at her nipples, and she is still dazed by the relief she feels being with him, being in her bed, and how she didn't think she could ever feel so much contentment.

Moans and gasps leave her lips, her breath mingling with his as he thrusts harder and deeper, one of his hands having found leverage behind her thigh, under her knee, while the other is massaging her clit in a way that makes her muscles clench in anticipation. She is so close, and the sounds coming from Robin tell her he is as well.

With each thrust he hits a spot inside her, just the right spot to bring a dull burst of pleasure every time his hips meet hers. His thumb teases her clit, and she opens her eyes just as he thrusts hard, just as he brushes roughly against her, and the fulfilled look staring back at her sends her over the edge. Her muscles clutch and grip at him, harsh moans and breaths heaving her lungs, and he finishes with another deep thrust that has both of them quaking and throbbing.

Her eyes are closed, but she is awake. She can hear his breathing, slow and steady, the rise of his chest against hers as his arms embrace her even in sleep. The fabric of her sheets, the softness of her mattress, they still bring her the comfort she has always clung to, but now, now she feels a comfort she has never known, the comfort of her soulmate's body against her's, and she revels in the contentment of the love she feels surrounding her.