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They'd found themselves set apart from the rest of the group. Coming across a buck that had stopped to pick at some nearby foliage, Robin held out his bow to her. "I believe your majesty said she could fell prey without the use of her sword."

Never one to back away from a challenge, she took it from him with a scowl, taking an arrow as well and raising them determinedly.

Robin shook his head quickly, smirk disappearing as he focused only on the task at hand. "You want to line your feet up to your target and keep your arms up."

She glared at him in frustration, but didn't say anything as he stepped up next to her. "May I?" he asked carefully, and when she finally gave a quick nod he demonstrated the proper foot placement, waiting patiently for her to place her own feet before placing his hands lightly at her waist to guide her upper body.

Regina held very, very still as Robin stood against her, adjusting her grip around the bow.

She was acutely aware of his breath against the side of her face as he leveled his head with hers to aim.

"You don't get a second chance," he breathed. "If you miss, the sound of the arrow frightens them off."

With her stance set, arrow anchored beneath her chin and aimed, she tensed with the knowledge that it was time to release the arrow.

"Relax," Robin told her, sliding his hands from where they held hers to rest lightly underneath her arms as support. "You can't be tense and you have to breathe," he instructed. "Concentrate on your breathing. Keep it steady, and when you're ready, release the arrow on an exhale."

She did as instructed, finally releasing the arrow, and she was pleasantly surprised when she hit her mark straight, instantly killing the buck, and on her first try. She turned to Robin, smiling triumphantly at him before she could think better of it, and was instantly made aware of how close he still was to her. He'd taken a step back after she'd made the shot, but it was closer than they usually allowed each other.

"You have a beautiful smile," he said, and she shifted her weight self-consciously before she could steel herself once again and clear her throat. "And that was a perfect shot," he added, impressed. "Most people don't make that shot on their first try."

"Yes, well…I'm not most people," she told him smugly, but the attitude dimmed at the sight of his darkened pupils. She felt the ghost touch of his body pressed against hers only moments ago, her back pressing against his chest on each inhale as she'd waited to take her shot.

She felt the air thicken and her next breath in was a shallow one, caught off guard by the sudden change in their interaction. He'd only ever looked at her with dislike, caution and begrudging tolerance. He annoyed her, pestering her with his stupid jokes, his barbs and his refusal to leave her the hell alone. Now she noticed the definition of well-toned muscle visible from his pushed up sleeves, the way his hair was peppered with grey, and the perfectly stubbled chin to match. She could only see the thinnest ring of his striking blue irises, his blown pupils evidence that she wasn't alone in realizing their new sexual tension.

She felt her cheeks flush as she became aware of her pounding heart, hoping he couldn't hear it in the silence of the woods.

The scent of forest she'd come to associate with him wafted across her face, blending with their environment, but still managing to stand out. Cedar and fir, mixing with spicier, tangier notes that smelled very male and very Robin. She dipped her head toward him for a deeper inhale. He smelled so good. Then, somehow, their lips collided, and she was pressed against him once more. Their kisses were sloppy as he guided them back toward the nearest tree, stumbling over a root in the process. She moaned and arched her back when he pressed her against it, his knee between her legs, thigh pressed against her core. Rubbing against the bark of the tree was surely going to ruin her dress, but she couldn't bring herself to care so long as he kept doing whatever it was his mouth was doing to her neck.

As his hands wandered upward from her waist, she began to rock against him, not understanding how this was happening between them, but unwilling to think clearly enough to put a stop to it. The sensations pinging through her were too delicious and it had been too long.

He cupped her breasts as best he could over the fabric of her dress and she cursed the thickness of her corset. It seemed he was having similar thoughts when he gave a dissatisfied growl.

She waved her hand, changing herself into a short, thin cotton shift, still dark in color and low in neckline, not bothering to do the same for Robin as she removed his clothes entirely in one go. Robin's hands were immediately back on her breasts, kneading and rolling her nipples expertly under his thumbs. She groaned at the attention and began riding his leg with more urgency, seeking the friction that she so desperately needed.

"Why the dress?" he wondered breathily as he moved away from her mouth and down her neck. He moved his hands down to cup her ass and give it a squeeze before hoisting her up a bit, trailing his tongue down to tease along the neckline of her new attire.

"You're not the one with your back pressed against a tree, thief," she reminded him. "I don't need a rash from rubbing against the bark." Frowning when he continued to kiss along her neckline, she pressed closer into him. "You should move more quickly if you want this to happen."

It was a lie, she knew. This would be happening regardless.

His smirk showed that he knew it too. Insufferable man.

She moaned when he sank down her body to his knees in front of her, trailing his hands down her sides until he could push at the edges of her skirt. He disappeared underneath it a moment later, and she gasped as she felt his mouth on her, working her up more quickly than she would have expected. Running her fingers through his hair, she gripped it when he moved a hand to finger at her clit.

It didn't take long after that before she was coming against his mouth, choking back the sounds that threatened to escape her. She didn't need someone coming to investigate.

Her legs were shaky as he raised himself back to his feet, that obnoxious, sexy smirk on his lips again as he watched her attempting to catch her breath. She didn't give herself much of a reprieve, anxious to wipe that expression from his face as she tugged him into her, wrapping her leg around him as she pulled herself up against him. He returned the favor by shoving fistfuls of her skirt into her hands and hoisting her higher up the tree, allowing her to wrap both legs around his waist.

Their sighs and groans mingled when she finally sank onto his length.

They both moaned at the feel and instantly renewed their rocking motions.

Regina bit her lip to stifle the moan that slipped out as he pulled out most of the way only to plunge right back in, meeting her thrust for thrust.

"Mmm…" she clawed at his shoulders as she leaned back, trying to find some way to anchor herself even as her legs squeezed around him. Pressed between the tree and his body was a heady feeling, but she didn't have the purchase she needed to angle her body underneath him. "More—" she shifted slightly again, but her words were cut off when he moved the slightest bit in the direction she'd desired, taking the hint. "Yes," she rasped. "There."

He groaned at her increased pace, readjusting his grasp on her thighs to help pull her to him.

After that, they didn't speak again, choked gasps and the soft slapping of skin the only sounds as they rode each other to completion. Regina draped an arm across her face to stifle the sound of her crying out when their movements grew jerky and ragged. She tensed in his arms as she finally came, grateful he was still pushing into her and helping her remain upright when her legs loosened around him. His orgasm came not long after, groaning into her shoulder as he slowed his thrusts. They remained there for a few seconds, breathing heavily against one another and allowing their racing hearts to settle. He lowered her back to where her feet rested flat against the earth and took a step back when she leaned against the tree.

"What are we doing?" he asked himself, lifting his arms to run his hands through his hair.

"You mean what have we done," she said emotionlessly. "No taking it back now."

In truth, she was as shocked as he was, just unwilling to show it. She could feel a panic building as she realized this was a man she was going to have to continue seeing on a daily basis, not to mention the father of her...well…Roland's father. That little boy was precious to her and she didn't want to endanger that relationship any more than it already had been. But, as she'd told Robin, too late now. No taking it back. She'd let her lust get the better of her and ignored every rational thought - and for what? A quick romp in the woods? It had been good - heaven's help her, it had been fantastic - but it had been foolish and came with consequences that had the potential to ruin every good thing she'd managed to find about this godforsaken realm.

"We will never speak of this," she ordered, sucking in a shaky breath. She waived her hand, enveloping them both in a cloud of purple. It quickly dissipated, leaving them in their original outfits, her hair and makeup once more flawless.

He nodded somewhat mechanically. "We should rejoin the others before they come looking for us."

Robin secured the buck silently, not making eye contact with Regina the entire time. They found their way back to the rest of the party, the two of them keeping a good distance between them as the group traveled back to camp.

"You really don't have to hover over me like this," Regina assured him. "I have an appointment with Dr. Whale later today and he can tell me if there's anything I need to be worrying about. He said I should be far enough along to do a proper ultrasound at this point."

"An…ultrasound?" Robin asked.

"It's a way to take a look at the baby." At his befuddled expression, she shook her head. It was easy to forget that Robin had not inherited the same knowledge of this world that had benefited the people brought over by the first curse. "We talked about pictures and video the other day," she started, and he nodded, remembering how she'd explained the images he'd seen on her television when he and Roland had been over for breakfast one Saturday. "This is sort of like that, only it allows them to see how the baby is growing. It's a complicated process to explain, and I'm not a doctor."

"It sounds dangerous," he said, frowning.

"Not at all," she assured him. "It's not invasive, and it won't harm me or the baby." Leaning back in her chair, she smiled. "Henry's coming over today. After my appointment, Emma's dropping him off while she goes out searching with the Charmings again. Speaking of which," she narrowed her eyes at him, "I heard you've begun venturing out with the search parties?"

He gave a brief nod. "I have. I wanted to lend a hand. The town has been kind in finding a place for those of us brought over by this latest curse, I felt it only right to repay their kindness by lending a hand where I'm useful."

"You and your men live in the woods," she reminded him. "I'd hardly say anyone's been put out by your arrival in Storybrooke."

He laughed. "The woods are the only home my men have known for the last several decades. It would have felt out of place to be anywhere else. But they have provided us with jobs - funds with which to feed and clothe ourselves, and for that, I am in their debt."

"You also have a son."

"As do you. And I'm more than willing to bet you'd be out there with the rest of us if circumstances were different," he told her, gesturing to her midsection.

She hummed shortly. "Fine. Just make sure you're being careful. We wouldn't want you incurring the wrath of the Wicked Witch and having her take it out on the poor denizens."

"You can't fool me, Your Majesty. I know your concern is truly for my own well-being," he smirked.

She only smiled in response. "I've been stuck behind this desk all day," she told him, changing the subject. "I'm going to stretch my legs a bit and go for a small walk. Would you like to join me?"

"If you wouldn't mind the company?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I did."

"In that case, I would be honored."

He pulled her coat from the rack and held it out for her as she stood and moved to join him. Stepping into it, she turned to find him holding out his arm. "Shall we?"