A/N: So I've found myself completely tangled in the Outlaw Queen ship ever since 3x03 (Sean Maguire will kill me with his looks, seriously). And after last night's episode, I just needed some comfort... Excuse any fluff. ;)

Not married

It had been like an electroshock to see Robin Hood and his son in the woods.

Regina didn't even know why she had gone in the first place: probably some masochistic will to see the man she had ruined the life of.

And yet his life was far from being ruined, apparently.

"For God's sake!" She pushed her fist onto the dinner's table, cursing under her breath.

"Is everything alright, Mayor?"

Regina looked up and glared at Granny, whose stare was far from friendly. "Fine."

"Right. Try not to hurt the furniture." And the elderly woman escaped to her kitchen.

It was when the wind-chimes rang to announce a customer's arrival and that the Queen was met with the distinctive scent of the same man she had been running from that Regina stood and exited the dinner to the bathroom.

And she thought she had been discreet.

Except she hadn't been.

When, after a good ten minutes, she deemed enough time had passed, Regina got out of the bathroom and back into the corridor...

Only to be met with Robin Hood, leaning on the wall, a knowing smirk on his lips.

"Avoiding me, are you?"

Regina's first reflex was to frown. "I have better things to do than avoid you, thief."

The smirk didn't falter, and when he took a pace towards her and invaded her personal space, only her breath was knocked away. "You are a terrible liar, Regina. I know you've been into the woods earlier."

A defined eyebrow lifted. "And how would you know that?" She hadn't even realised both were talking in ushered tones, leaving the conversation...suspiciously intimate to anyone who would eavesdrop.

"Because...I am the finest tracker in all the land."

A chuckle escaped her at the face he made. "You really believe that, don't you?"

But Robin would not let anything pass. "Why were you there, Regina? After you left?"

Her memories went back to that shared moment inside the farmhouse, the sense of familiarity, the banter, the flirting, and how she had felt...alive for the first time in ages. But the tattoo...

Regina's eyes met Robin's, blue as a clear sky, and she took a deep breath. "I wanted to apologize, but I realised you had company."

Robin's brow furrowed, then a look of recognition passed on his face. "You saw Roland."

"Is that your son's name?" She was trying to sound cold and uninterested, but...somehow, it didn't sound anything but.

"It is. You could have come say hello. I'm sure he would have been thrilled to meet a Queen as evil as you..." The smirk was back, and the flirting.

But something was still buzzing in bright red in Regina's mind. She huffed. "I would not have met your son. Not if your wife didn't agree. I know I wouldn't like a stranger with such a reputation as mine meet my son."

"You have a son?"

Regina's heart constricted, and it wasn't because he hadn't denied he had a wife. She nodded, her eyes avoiding him. "His name is Henry."

"Then I'll make you a deal. Meet my son, and I'll meet yours."

She shook her head. "No."

"No what?"

She met his eyes again, a lump forming in her throat. Why should he be so handsome? "No I won't meet Roland. I'm sure he has enough of a wonderful woman at home."

Robin was suddenly too close, far too close, and as the first time, Regina didn't find the will to push him away. Especially not when he leaned so low to reach her ear, and purred "I like you jealous, Regina. And I'm not married."

Then he was gone, turning on his heels and disappearing as if he had never been there, leaving only his scent behind.

Regina didn't even have time to ponder her actions before she was hurrying behind him, catching up with him in the middle of the street, people around them, cars driving past, and she didn't care.

"Robin!"

The thief stopped in his tracks, and she could feel the smirk before she saw it. "Your Majesty?"

She walked up to him, invading his personal space – as if he would mind. "Come for diner tonight. With Roland. I'll make apple pie."

And the genuine smile on this man's lips was the most precious thing she saw that day.