Hello everyone.! My first attempt to write one shot's! I hope you will like it.! Please enjoy and let me know what you think.! Many thanks to my friend Mysterious-song who made this story better because english it's my second language so she always help me ! Thank you zoe.!

This prompt take place after Marians return.!

After all these years, all this pain, all this heartbreak, Regina had finally managed to open herself up again to new love. And then she had lost it all once again. Although it was Snow's daughter this time, not the girl she was supposed to treat as her own.

Regina left Granny's with tears streaming from her eyes. She couldn't believe this; it was happening again. Her body, her heart, her soul… her whole being was full of pain and she couldn't stop the tears from falling. There was nobody around to see them anyway; she was alone. And apparently being alone was her fate.

As she passed a newsagents and took a left, she heard her name being called. She knew that voice, she knew that accent… and she couldn't have anything to do with him at that moment.

Pretending she hadn't heard him, Regina started walking a bit quicker.

"Regina! Wait!" He yelled.

Regina walked even faster.

"Regina! Please!"

In all fairness, Robin was piecing himself back together too. He had his wife back, the mother of his child. And he loved Marian dearly. But then Regina had walked out the diner, and it felt as if his heart was torn away from him.

His feelings for Regina had long surpassed the point of no return. And that is how he found himself sprinting from the diner and halfway down the road before he realised that he had just left his wife in a strange, new world with strange, new people, and his heart just tells him to keep running.

Then he had saw her, and called out, and she had just increased her pace in an attempt to get away from him. Then Regina had sped up even faster until she was nearly at a run, but Robin refused to slow down and he chased her, coming to a stop in front of her halting her path.

"Robin, please…" Regina breathed, moving to step around him.

But Robin raised his hands to hold onto her upper arms. "Regina. Stop running for god's sake, we need to talk. Please."

Regina shook her head, "Robin…"

"Please, Regina…" Robin held on tighter.

"Let go of me!" Regina cried, tearing herself out of his embrace.

When Robin saw her expression he took a step back, his heart sinking. He had caused this… the pain, hurt, loss… It was there, in her eyes for all to see, and he was the one to blame.

Stepping closer, Robin wrapped his arms around Regina and buried his face in her hair. He inhaled as he pressed a kiss to her temple, feeling his eyes fill with unshed tears.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

Regina relaxed and melted into his touch, the comfort she so desperately sought right in front of her. Then reality crashed around her and she pushed him away with a, "No."

"Regina, I'm so sorry, please. I didn't mean to hurt you. I... I just thought she was dead. I lost my wife… and my love. I never thought I would see her again." Robin said, not really thinking about his words until they had left his mouth. He was just speaking honestly, as he had always done. But had he really just chased after his soulmate to talk about his joy at his wife's return? Regina wasn't heartbroken enough so he had to help break her down a little further? What was he thinking?

But Regina didn't care. She knew he was happy, she saw the unbridled joy in his eyes as he wrapped his wife in the arms as he pressed his lips to wife's temple, the arms she had been snuggled in an hour earlier, and the lips that had moved against hers just a minute ago.

She couldn't blame him though; it wasn't his fault. She remembered her happiness at Daniel's short-lived return, how the urge to just hold him and never let go had swept through her.

Of course Robin would choose his wife; he had another chance with his first love, he didn't need her anymore.

"I don't blame you, Robin. It's ok." She said, her voice void of emotion, the mask back in place. "Go back to your family. I'm perfectly fine."

But Robin knew it was all pretence and insisted for her to just 'let him talk'

"Don't you get it?" Regina asked with a touch of hysteria. "I don't want to hear what you have to say, because I know the exact words that will come out of your mouth; 'I'm sorry Regina, but my wife is back. And I will stay with her.'" Regina stopped and took a deep breath in. "See? Conversation over. Now why would I want to hear something I already know?"

Regina turned her back on Robin and made her way back down the street, disappearing into the shadows before she had taken 20 steps. Robin knew; he counted them.

Robin's fists clenched and then flexed. He was completely unsure of what to say if he went after her. He didn't know what he wanted, he had to clear his head, clear his mind and his thoughts long enough to make a decision because he couldn't imagine leaving his wife for another woman. But Regina wasn't just another woman; she was his soulmate. And she deserved love. And he wanted to be the one loving her.

Robin needed time. And lots of it. He may be a man of honour, and his decision should be to stay with the woman who was – is – his wife. But Regina… his beautiful Regina… she had bared her soul to him. And he had bared his to her. One could not simply walk away from that.

…

A week after Marian had returned and still nobody had seen Regina. Nobody except Henry. He was the only one she'd allow into her home – after all it was his too. But Regina never stayed in his company for too long – unwilling to let him see her in the mess she was in.

Her thoughts wandered to Robin. Robin, and her broken heart. But he had done the right thing, for everyone.

Everyone except her it seemed. But Regina was no stranger to pain and hurt. And all this had just been a valuable lesson to her; never open yourself up to others – it only makes way for heartache.

The constant thoughts of her soulmate being happy plagued her. She'd sit down for breakfast and would then leave when the image of Robin, Roland and Marian laughing and smiling between bites entered her head. She'd go to bed and the images of the afternoon they had spent together, bare and sweaty and sated filled her mind, and she'd take to walking around the house at night instead of sleep. She'd open the door and memories of Robin holding his son – smiling behind a bouquet of flowers – flashed before her and she closed the world out again.

With Regina determined to not use magic – for fear of losing control and wreaking havoc should she give in and destroy their picnic basket or their warm blanket – and so she turned to other ways to numb her mind, to dull her senses. At first it was her cider and then it was her wine – always white or rose; never red. She refused to touch whiskey.

The nights were always the worst; when there was nothing controlling her subconscious and so when she fell asleep – usually on the settee or sat at the table – she awoke with his name tumbling from her lips.

Regina couldn't help a wave of disappointment wash over her every time she woke and reality reared its ugly head; Robin had chosen his wife, not her.

Because nobody ever chose her.

…

Robin hadn't been faring any better. His mood was never as high as he thought it would be. He was happy; he had his wife returned to him, and his son could grow up with his mother… but something always seemed to be missing for Robin.

And that something was Regina.

She was so passionate, so fiery, that any time spent with her was full of colour and vibrancy. And without her, his world just seemed dull in comparison.

The stark reality that he wasn't in love with his wife anymore knocked Robin's breath from his chest. But it just wasn't right anymore. He looked at his wife and everything was wrong; her smile was too wide, her hair was too long, her scent too sweet.

Any attempt at intimacy on his wife's behalf was awkwardly brushed aside. He couldn't make love to his wife when he was in love with another.

Some nights, Robin had found himself unable to sleep and his thoughts had led him to Regina's house. He wouldn't knock, simply refused to until he knew what to say to her, but the need to be close to her had him glancing through her window, feeling his heart clench at the sight of her curled up on the sofa with a glass of wine and with the same forlorn expression he saw in the reflection.

Tonight was shaping up to be one of those nights. Marian had attempted to kiss him, had leaned in until their lips were pressed together in a gentle kiss. Robin had tried to respond, had tried to at least try to feel something for Marian, but the lips moving against his didn't fill him with warmth and he couldn't feel an indentation on her top lip.

No. He couldn't do this. Not with Regina's beautiful face replacing the image of his wife.

"Marian, I'm sorry. I… I can't." Robin extracted himself from marian's embrace, feeling guilty at the confusion on her face.

"Robin? What is it?" She asked. "You haven't touched me since I came back… I miss you."

Robin deeply inhaled. He needed fresh air. Lots of it. "I'm just going for a walk. I'll be back soon. Please, go to sleep."

Marian watched with a frown as her distant husband disappeared through the door, leaving her to fall asleep in an empty bed.

…

After a short walk in the woods, Robin's feet lead him to Regina's house. He stayed there for a short while just stealing glances through her window between pacing the street.

But this time was different; he needed to see her, he needed to talk to her. He just needed Regina.

When Regina heard the loud knock at her door her immediate thought was Henry. Though why Henry would be knocking? Then her eyes widened when she realised that he wouldn't… unless something was wrong.

Hastily making her way to the door and opening it, Regina went to close it again when she saw the person standing there was not her son but her soulmate. But then she caught sight of his expression; painful.

What was he doing here? He had made his choice to stay with Marian. And regardless of how much she wanted to fall into his arms she had to stay strong and keep her distance; he was not hers anymore.

"You shouldn't be here. Do you know how late it is?" She snapped.

Robin didn't answer. And Regina didn't have time to react before he swept her up in his arms and kissed her, his world exploding with colour.

Regina's hands moved up to push him away but Robin held her tighter, refusing to let her go just yet. The relief of feeling again, of feeling Regina pressed against him, of feeling her hands clinging onto his shirt, the feeling of her scar under his lips… it all had him sighing against Regina's mouth.

Feeling her heart swell with Robin's touch, Regina couldn't resist and wound her arms around his neck, and opening her mouth under his. When their tongues met the let out a moan in unison, their hands gripping whatever fabric was under them as they shut the door and manoeuvred against the wall.

After a while they broke the kiss, both of them panting for air as Robin cupped Regina's cheeks and kissed her forehead.

"I've missed you so much." Robin admitted, his eyes looking into hers.

Regina's eyes widened in surprise at Robin's confession. She hadn't seen him for a week, and she had assumed it was because he didn't give a damn about her anymore. She opened her mouth to point out that he was the one who left her, he was the one who didn't choose her and he was the one who let her go.

"Before you say anything, Regina, I want you to know that almost every night I came here." Robin confessed. "Making sure you were ok and trying to work out what to say to you. When the right words didn't come I had to settle for just seeing glimpses of you. But I assure you, you have been in my every thought. I can't escape you, and I don't want to."

Regina couldn't help a few traitorous tears falling from her lashes. Robin immediately wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs before he kissed the spot they had fallen to.

"Robin, what is this? What are we doing?" Regina asked, pushing him to gain a little distance between them. "You're married Robin. I won't be the 'other woman'. I refuse."

Before Regina could push him away any further Robin closed the gap and kissed her again. All the passion and love he felt for her bleeding through into her soul. Regina moaned into his mouth, shifting against him as he grabbed her waist to pull her closer.

They had to stop this. If they didn't it would lead to much more intimate actions and whilst the thought was nowhere near unpleasant, there were still many things that needed sorting out and putting into place. Namely Marian.

Finding his strength and resolve, Robin pulled away from Regina's warm mouth and body and put a step between them. "Regina, you will never be the other woman. I'm madly in love with you. And no matter how hard I try – because I have tried Regina, I have tried so hard – I can't get you out of my mind. I look at Marian and I hate that it's not you. I miss everything about you; your lips, your smile, your scent…
"I can't do this anymore. I'll talk to Marian, just… give me some time to make things right with her. She's new to this word and I do have to help her, but I will talk to her about us. She'll come around, if she loves me anything like the way I love her she'll want me to be happy."

"Robin…" Regina breathed. "Are you sure? I mean… she's your wife. And what about Roland? She's his mother, he deserves to have his family around him."

But Robin was sure; no matter what, he was in love with Regina.

"Regina look at me." Robin whispered, hooking a finger under her chin to prompt her. "I have thought about this, for a long time. Roland is going to be fine; he'll have both his parents around him. But it just so happens that they won't be together. And Marian will understand, like I said; she'd want me to be happy – just like I want her to be. And if she's married to a man that longs for another… that will only bring unhappiness. I love Marian, dearly, but what we had is in the past. The only woman I want to be with is you. I love you."

Regina froze for a moment, Robin's words taking a while to register. She searched her soulmates eyes looking for any trace of dishonesty… but he meant it.

He loved her.

"I love you too." She finally replied, pressing a kiss to his lips before gently pushing him away, "you have to go."

Robin gave her one last kiss and then made his way to the door. Just as his hand touched the handle her heard Regina say his name.

Turning around he saw her worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, her hands clasped together over her stomach as her gaze fell to the floor.

"I'm trusting you." She whispered. "With everything."

Robin's brows furrowed together. "Regina…"

"Don't break my heart again, Robin. I don't think I can take much more of this." she whispered with tears in her eyes. He instantly made his way back over to her, took her back into his arms and kissed her again with everything he had. Pouring his heart and soul into Regina in the hopes of making all her doubts regarding his feelings for her disappear.

"Never." He whispered in her mouth.

Regina smiled, resting her forehead against Robin's as her nose brushed along his. Robin gave her a last, chaste kiss before departing. The heavy weight he had carried finally lifting as he had opened his heart up to her.

A week ago he had broken Regina's heart, and now he could focus on fixing it again.

…

The next morning, Robin decided to talk to Marian. He told Little John to mind Roland, and he asked his wife to join him for a stroll in the woods, not particularly eager to have this conversation in earshot of his men.

Marian was content; the thought of her husband actually wanting to spend some time with her had her smiling as she told him to lead the way.

After a while Robin guided her to sit down on a fallen tree trunk. When Robin had to take a deep breath before he started talking, Marian's smile faded away.

Robin told her about everything, about mourning her, about living for his son, about finding new love. When Robin broke it to her that he was in love with another, her eyes filled with tears.

When the conversation drew to a close Marian took in a shaky breath and asked 'Who is she?'

Robin deeply inhaled before answering; "Regina."

Marian's eyes widened in slight horror and sheer disbelief, "What? The Evil Queen? You're in love with the Evil Queen?"

"She's not evil, Marian. Not any more." He insisted. "She's changed. She… she loves me and she loves Roland. She's saved the entire town from the Wicked Witch and from what I've heard she's saved everyone before then too. I understand that you're-"

Marian cut him off with a cry of "she's a monster Robin" as she stood from the fallen tree and started pacing. "I was in her dungeons, she mocked my cries for help in front of villagers. If Emma hadn't saved me I would have been executed, at the Evil Queen's hand. What is wrong with you Robin? Of all the women in the world you choose her?"

Robin froze. Regina… had killed Marian? The one who had mended his heart was the one responsible for crushing it in the first place? And of all the times in the world for him to find out it had to be now?

They had avoided the circumstances surrounding Marian's return. Robin giving Marian the space she needed until she was comfortable talking about it, and Marian still trying to get used to this new land before she started telling tales of the old one.

"Robin?" Marian asked, slightly concerned at her husband's blank, unreadable expression.

He didn't answer her.

He just stood and left, quickly making his way to Regina's mansion.

So should I continue this?