There was nothing quite like being smitten…

That was the current thought bouncing within Robin's skull as he sat in one of the outdoor tables arranged in the back garden of The Queen's castle, his eyes settled intently on the woman slowly making her way through the crowd as he compulsively chewed on the inside of his cheek.

True, it has been a long time since he last felt anything remarkably close to being foolishly infatuated, way too long, but as soon as he started to experience the inopportune symptoms, he recognized them for what they were.

That sense of having something new rattling the very foundations of his existence, the giddiness of seeing that special someone prickling on his skin… the rush dropping down his stomach as he wished for her eyes to meet his…

Yes, it all sounded ridiculously mawkish, like something that would happen to a lad while being in the presence of his first woman; but if he had to be completely honest, he would have to admit that smitten was how he was feeling.

He was just… awestruck by her, by her strong presence and the memories of their time shared.

So yes, there was no point in denying it; after everything that happened and all she has confessed, he was plain and simply completely taken by The Queen and now, whenever he got to see her, a storm would rise beneath his skin.

What could he say about that? What he was feeling was something he definitely hadn't been expecting nor was he looking for it. No, it was something that just happened, it came out of nowhere and hit him hard, knocking whatever trace of common sense there has been in him.

Now it was true that he could count at least a dozen reasons why he shouldn't be harboring those feelings, not for The Queen; but it was what it was and there was not much to do about it other than ride along… even if he was sure that this feeling was not reciprocated.

Yes, if what she said held any truth, she has chosen him, or at least a version of himself to do her virtual thing or whatever it was that she called it and yes, she had willingly let him bed her flesh to flesh as well; but she has also been very specific about the whole thing being simply about sex to her.

In a few words, she had an itch and he scratched it. Nothing else, and that right there was where the problem laid… because Robin was the kind of person that craved more than just taking a woman to bed and then just leave it there while Regina was apparently more laid back in that aspect.

She came from an entirely different realm where being casual about sex was apparently the norm while he was still into a more committed mentality.

Because of that, he felt like he was trapped between these two different worlds; one where his entire being was fueled by the knowledge that at some point, The Queen has wanted him in that riveting way of a woman wanting a man and the other one, a harsh reality where he couldn't help to be bummed about the fact that she may never want to be near him again.

The whole thing was a was like being in heaven and hell at the same time… the most painful feeling of ecstasy… desire and yearning all mixed up and confined inside his whole being…

"Papa, Papa look, it's Regina! Can I go say hello?"

Taken out of his trance by Roland insistently yanking down on his arm, the man known as Robin Hood lowered his eyes to the little boy. He seemed extremely excited about getting to see Regina so he couldn't help but to smile, the fact that both father and son were apparently captivated by the so-called Evil Queen catching his attention.

But… by what he has seen on the woman's face, he wasn't sure if Roland going to her was a good idea.

No… she didn't look happy and he didn't want his boy bothering her while she was in one of her moods… and she definitely looked like she was in a foul one.

Her jaw was set, the corner of her lip was slightly upturned and her posture screamed anything but relaxed.

Not like any of it surprised him, because of what he has gathered, Regina had numerous times voiced her disapproval of this gathering to celebrate the upcoming birth of Snow and Charming's baby and that they did it anyway apparently didn't settle well with her.

It was a miracle she has come out of her private chambers for it even if it has been late, it really was, because he has definitely not been expecting to see her that night.

"Papa, can I go? Please."

Taking in a deep breath, Robin pursed his lips. Roland was looking at him expectantly, his warm eyes shining and his lips curved into that dimple smile of his that seemed to always win any petition and yes, he was suddenly convinced.

He always ended up like that when it came to his boy and who knew, he was well aware that Regina was fond of his son so maybe seeing him would help the scorn on her face disappear.

"Alright, but it has to be quick, we can't be bothering The Queen at any given time. Also, you need to watch your manners, and it's Your Majesty, not Reg…"

Before he could even finish the sentence, Roland was running towards the woman so Robin clasped his mouth shut, shaking his head and maybe, just maybe wishing he could approach her as easily as it was for Roland.

Oh, he has tried, or at least he has been meaning to. Since their kiss in the woods a few nights ago and later on with the realization that it was never going to be her the one who approached, his intention has been to search her out.

Not necessarily for a quick fumble in the dark because like he stated before, he was the kind of man who thrived in more than that.

He wanted to get her to talk to him, maybe take her for a walk and yes, he definitely wished with all of his being that he could make her laugh in that raspy way he heard out of her last time. True, he wouldn't mind kissing her and let alone bedding her with the clear knowledge that it was all real and that she really wanted him, but in his mind that was a bonus.

But what could he say? He never made the approach himself as he just didn't know how to. The first few days he decided not to push it, in one part because he didn't want to come off as desperate and the other one because he has been low-key wishing for her to be the one going to him; but when that didn't happen, he for some reason held up.

He knew damn well that the only way to do this was through the one thing she has admitted to want out of him and that was fine… at least to start it off… but there never seemed to be a good moment for it. She has been away a lot and he has been busy with Roland and his duties.

But now she was there, finally tangible and so was him, and something in his gut was telling him that he needed to seize the moment.

It was the perfect opportunity. All the residents of the castle were in a festive mood, including himself so his spirits were a bit higher that day; there was also food and drink and his ear could even detect the faint sound of someone singing in the background, so yes, the mood of the night called for it… for him to take that first step.

Narrowing his eyes to adjust his sight, Robin watched as Roland finally made it to her and bless his child, because as soon as he was in front of her and she saw him, her face transformed and she smiled brightly, bending down to be on eye level with him so that they could talk.

For a short while, Robin just sat there, his own lips breaking into a smile of his own as he watched that Roland, being the effusive little guy that he was threw his arms around her neck and just hugged her.

The Queen hugged him back, her eyes closing for a second, then she was gently pushing away, her hand on the boy's cheek as she spoke to him.

Taking that as his cue to 'casually' approach, Robin stood from his seating and started to walk towards them. He did it slowly, giving them more time to interact on their own.

When he eventually was close to the duo, he cleared his throat. "Roland, what was it that I said? We can't bother The Queen too much."

At his words, Regina moved her gaze his way and just like he has been wanting since he caught sight of her, their eyes finally meet.

"Roland doesn't bother me." She said, the timbre of her voice a velvety thing that made his breath catch in his throat. "In fact I'm glad he came to say hi."

"I did say hi." Roland added in a giggle as Regina ran her fingers through his curls. "Look at this, papa." Turning a little, the boy lifted in both hands what appeared to be a ball. Then, dropping it down, he tried to make it bounce to show it off. That apparently has been his plan, but the grass didn't let if get too high and that made the boy scrunch his nose. "Regina gave it to me."

Fixing his eyes back to her, Robin hummed. The Queen was still looking at him intently and he didn't know what it was, but he was suddenly feeling in cloud nine.

"That's nice, did you thank The Queen for it?"

Nodding, Roland grinned wildly. "Can I go play with Lil John? I want to show him how high I can make it go."

"Of course." He hurried to say because yes, he loved his son to death. But a one on one with The Queen in that moment was exactly what he has been hoping for.

"Yes!" Hugging the ball to his chest, Roland broke into a run once again, this time apparently looking for the Merry Man.

"That boy, can't make him stay still for a minute." Flashing her way a lopsided grin, Robin watched Regina stand to her feet and yes, she was still looking at him, her eyes displaying a sparkle that bordered somewhere between curiosity and amusement…

It was almost coquettish if you came to think about it and that right there made him feel all sort of things.

It was something hard to explain, actually, but it wasn't just her eyes, it was how she was looking at him, almost as if she was on the verge of telling him something and then just holding it back.

Could it be that much like himself she wanted some time with him but was too proud to let him know?

He wondered about that… hoping, because even when she didn't seem like the kind of woman who would hesitate when taking what she wanted, she was still proud to a fault and she has spent many a day undermining him to be now all of a sudden showing interest.

That only corroborated his suspicions that yes, it would have to be him the one taking the first step.

Now, last time they talked she insinuated she has liked him being forward so there was that… he could do that even if it wasn't what he was aiming for; but he couldn't be the kind of forward she liked in that moment, nor could he engage into the kind of activities she was probably looking for. At least not there.

And that only meant his approach should be different.

Wanting to test waters first, the blue-eyed man ran the palm of his right hand over his chin as a cold breeze swept all around him. "So… I didn't think I was going to see you here."

"Hmm." Regina scoffed, her eyes automatically rolling in that way only she could master. "I wasn't going to. This is a fool's errand if you ask me, not to mention it isn't safe."

"Well…" He began to say, scanning around so that he could take a look at how everyone seemed to be having a good time. Snow White and David were radiant and in love, his men were laughing together, his boy was happily playing… "I think something like this was very much needed. With the Wicked Witch still on the loose, most of these people are beginning to feel more than a tad tense and this gives them something to focus other than being worried."

Regina's lips snarled as she eyed him up and down. "Of course you were going to think like the Charmings, your bunch is all cut from the same cloth."

At her less than amicable tone, Robin's eyebrow rose and even though it was obvious that her words were meant as a jab at him, he smiled, leaning a little so that he could be closer to her. "My bunch? And what would that mean?"

Narrowing her eyes and once again with her gaze taken by that playful glint of before, her lips parted a little. "It means that you are a fool just like them, an optimistic fool."

Chuckling despite himself, Robin bit into his lips as he allowed his blue orbs to dance along her face. "Oh I don't know if I'm a fool or not, but I may be at fault with the other one, as I am indeed an optimistic by heart. You should try it, you know… it could be you end up being surprised at the results."

Lifting a little on her feet, Regina scrunched her nose; by the act, she gravitated towards him and Robin had to fold his arms to his chest not to reach for her in front of everyone.

"I think the ones who could end up being surprised are you and the Charming idiots, when a whole simian army storms in and end this little celebration of yours in chaos. Let's see if you all keep that sappy optimism you are so proud to flaunt then."

Robin tilted his head, in a way content because little as it was, Regina was still there, standing a few inches from him without trying to bite his head off.

Sure, she wasn't exactly being too kind but she was there and that was one hell of an improvement. It really was, because as recently as a few weeks ago she would only address him with scorn if it wasn't that she deliberately decided to ignore him and now… well, he wasn't entirely sure what was going on but he wouldn't say that it was bad.

"I don't believe that being attacked is possible, I mean didn't you put a protection spell around the castle so that Snow could plan this so-called fool's errand?"

"I did." Straightening her posture, Regina answered with a shrug and a roll of her eyes, her hand settling on her hip almost petulantly.

Sensing that she didn't want to address the fact that whether she approved or not of the celebration she ended up helping anyway, he shrugged it off.

"So if it's safe then why not ease off on the tension and just enjoy yourself if it's just for tonight? Here, let me get you something to drink."

He didn't give her time to answer before he was turning around and heading towards his Merry Men's table. Once there he quickly grabbed what he needed and then he was on his way back to her.

He found her sitting on the farthest table by herself and even though she was inspecting the wooden surface of it with something resembling disgust, he was putting good to use his optimism on that moment. Because yes, she could have gone away or just disappear on him, but she was there instead, waiting for him and that just had to mean something.

Smiling his infamous dimple smile, he sat opposite to her, laying down a mug for her and one for him.

"What is that?" She asked, the look of disgust still on her pretty features.

"Only the best ale you'll find on this realm or any other. Tuck makes it himself."

"Ale?" She asked almost in disdain. "I don't drink ale; I'm a Queen and a bit more refined than that."

Her words and those airs of superiority she always carried around made him chuckle and yes, he wouldn't be reacting like that if it wasn't because he was so taken by her. "Just try it, I promise you won't regret it."

Her face screwed up as she looked at the mug; but she did lift it up, sniffed it, inspected it and then took a sip. She did it without looking at him and having a sip of his own he just watched her. "Well?"

She made a little groaning sound that felt as if it was ripped out her throat and he wasn't going to lie, that made him feel his stomach tie in a knot. "Hmm, I've had worse."

Biting into the smile that wanted to break out of his lips, he drank a bit more. "I knew you would like it."

"I don't know if like it is what I would call it."

"You did."

Lifting her chin and her full red colored lips curving into the shadow of a smile, she blinked slowly. "Are you always so annoyingly cheerful?"

"Most of the time; are you always so frustratingly taut?"

She laughed and damn him straight to hell, but he was completely enraptured by the sound. "You know I'm not."

He chuckled, because she was right, he knew there were moments when she was pure fire. He only had to go back in memory lane to remember how she was when she believed there were no witnesses… when she believed herself to be in some sort of alternate reality.

In a flash he thought about her that way, of her delicate frame close to him, her body mending perfectly with his until he believed they could melt together. Then there was the memory of her mouth, the lingering feeling of her lips on his… just the thought of the sweet taste of her was enough to make him drunk with memories.

"No, you're not."

Humming, she lifted the mug and drank a bit more.

Robin was going to say something to that, whatever he could muster to further his case, but before he could even open his mouth to do so, Roland was excitedly jumping by their side. "I did it! I made him go so high it reached the sky."

Doing a double take, Regina chuckled. "Really? Let me see."

Roland showed her and sure, the ball definitely didn't reach the sky, but the boy nonetheless caught all of Regina's attention from then on. He didn't mind, quite the contrary, he just sat there watching them and even occasionally butting in, but overall, he just observed them, loving how Roland was so at ease with her and yes, totally caught up with her.

She definitely had a mother's touch and there was a whole new aspect of her when she was with the boy. She was even sweet, thing that was a bit hard to grasp but if anything, that made his infatuation with her gnaw deeper into his being.

It was only when Roland seemed to have exhausted himself and began to yawn that she put all her attention back to Robin. Sure, there has been stolen glances and half secret smiles exchanged between them during their time with his son but nothing too direct.

"It's late and way pass his bedtime, don't you think?"

Robin looked at Roland, the boy was by then sitting by Regina, leaning against her as he fought to keep his eyes open.

"It is." Clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth while getting to his feet, the former thief made it towards him, reaching down to pick him up. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

"I'm not sleepy." He complained but he immediately threw his arms around Robin's neck and snuggled against him.

"Of course you're not. But I am so why don't you accompany your old man to our bedchambers?"

"M-okay." He mumbled sleepily.

"Then say goodnight to Regina."

"Night Regina."

"Goodnight, sweetie."

Balancing the boy in his arms, Robin turned so that he could be closer to The Queen. "I can make him wash off quickly before settling him with Tuck and then come back, will you still be here?"

"I won't. There's only so much bustle I can stomach and I think I had my fair share." She said arching an eyebrow, her voice a velvety sound capable of making the toughest one melt.

She looked and even sounded like an entirely new dream, but when she confirmed this was going to be it for them that night, he was a bit disappointed and he was pretty much sure it showed in his face.

"That's a shame, I was really looking forward of seeing more of you."

Eyeing him down, Regina's lips pursed a little. "I'm going to my chambers as well… wash off, then off to bed myself." She said, the warmness of her chocolate brown orbs fixing on his own eyes. "Maybe I'll have a drink or two there… I have something far better than your ale."

There, that definitely sounded like an invitation, he could almost confirm it by the way she was looking at him and well, apparently, he was too weak to deny her anything. He still tried to play it smooth though…

"Perhaps I should go and join you for that drink?" He held his breath, waiting… hoping.

Shrugging in the most indifferent manner, Regina flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Perhaps."

'Yes' He thought, because even if what he wanted was something deeper than just sex, this would have to be his entry point. He could give it to her and sure, the promise of it was also appealing to him. It would basically be a first for them with all the cards laid in the table, the knowledge that it was all real giving it a touch of novelty.

"Now go get that boy to sleep."

Smirking at her words, he nodded, then out of there he was. He did it as fast as he could, struggling to get a sleepy Roland a bath and the putting him to sleep with his longtime companion, Tuck.

Once it was all settled, he washed of himself. He didn't necessarily think he smelled but he wasn't looking forward to The Queen's biting comments about him smelling like forest to take away from the moment.

By the time he was pushing the doors of her bedchambers open he was more than a little antsy, and when he saw her, he just lost his ability to breathe or to think.

What could he say? The Queen was by the window as she looked out into the night. She was on her side, allowing him to see her entire profile as the pale light casted by the moon made her look almost surreal.

But that was not all of what took his breath away because yes, she looked beautiful just standing there, but what she was wearing was like nothing he has seen before and he couldn't help but to stare.

It was some sort of bodice… or corset, he wasn't exactly sure, but instead of just covering her midsection, it stopped high on her waist at her sides and then went down to her crotch to cover her front to back as if it was underwear too… it was all lace, see through lace so he was definitely getting an eyeful, because the only thing meant to give the woman some modesty was a long silk robe but that one was open, letting her completely expose to his prying eyes.

"Don't you know how to knock?"

Robing licked his lips while forcing his eyes up to her face, she was turning to him and having a full view of her would be too distracting. "My apologies."

"Sure… can't expect much of someone who lives in the forest." She shrugged, walking on bare feet across the room so that she could reach her desk. Robin followed her movements, watching as the cold breeze swirled around her hair and also lifted her robe a little… "Well don't just stand there, you fool, grab a chair."

Puffing out a breath, Robin shook himself back to reality so that he could move. And move he did, only that he went to her instead of sitting down as she told him to. He couldn't help it, just as he couldn't hold himself from grabbing her waist to make her turn to him once he finally reached her.

She didn't fight it, she even smirked a little and when he leaned forward and claimed her mouth with his she even provided the gap needed so that his tongue could storm pass her lips.

He kissed her deep and she gave him free reign for it, her own tongue brushing over his as he swept all over. Now, kissing her… it was heaven on earth, it was even intoxicating to a certain point, not only because of the sensation, but also because she tasted like strong wine.

He liked it, even when he was sure she started drinking on her own.

But then, when it was getting really, really good, she placed both hands on his shoulders and made him back up a little. "I said sit, not come and kiss me."

Humming, his hands slid from her waist to the naked skin of her hips. "I know, I've just been dying to kiss that pretty mouth for a while now." As if to prove it, he kissed her again. A much shorter and chaste one but a kiss nonetheless… one she didn't reject.

Rolling her eyes, Regina groaned, but she didn't look mad so he took that as a win. "Go sit, thief."

"It's Robin." He said, turning around so that he could sit in the only place available besides her bed, a chaise lounge chair in the middle of the room.

He made himself comfortable there as Regina apparently busied herself by serving something into a goblet. Once done, she walked to him, the robe flying open so his eyes could drink on her perfect frame through the intricate designs of her revealing outfit.

He watched, he didn't even try to be discreet, and knowing his eyes were on her, she didn't even try to cover herself. No, instead of that she made it all the way to him and sat down… over him, straddling his thighs as she neared the goblet to his lips.

"Here, taste this." With one of his hands automatically resting on her lower back, Robin took a sip. But before he could savor well the mysterious flavors of it, Regina kissed him.

She almost didn't even give him time to swallow before her tongue was pushing into his mouth.

He didn't complain though, he kissed her back with the same enthusiasm, his hands moving over her body so that his fingers could end up closing over her hips, pulling her closer against him.

By then he was completely hard, and the proximity of her against him wasn't exactly helping the discomfort of being trapped inside his pants.

"Better than your ale?" She whispered against his mouth, her groin grinding against his erection as she straightened her posture, apparently so that she could have several sips from the goblet.

Feeling feverish, Robin went back to look at her. She was nursing the goblet in one hand as she swallowed so he took it away, drinking the rest of it while Regina bit on her pouty full lips.

"I've had worse." He smiled slyly, dropping his hand down her ass, his finger tracing random patterns against the flesh spilling out of her intricate underclothes.

"You can't use my own words on me, you thief."

Scoffing at the the sultry tone of her words, the blue-eyed man put the goblet down, then, when their eyes met once again he leaned forward and without any further ado he pressed his lips back against hers.

There was no need to talk about what they wanted as it was pretty obvious, so they just kissed hard, drinking from one another, giving into the simple pleasure that was being offered.

Robin kissed her thoroughly, his tongue invading The Queen's mouth as she kissed him back without hesitation. Now, having her there, real, alive and ready to be his, the former bandit wanted her more than before, that's why he crushed her to him, kneading on her flesh full handed as she slowly rocked her body to his.

They did that until the intensity of it all was too much, and only then did he tear his lips from hers, but only to let them slide down her chin and straight to her throat.

"If you leave another hickey I'll end you." She said breathless, but despite her words she threw her head back, giving him space to work on her skin.

Humming, Robin dragged his tongue around and then went up to nibble on her ear. "I would have wanted to see that, to see you marked by me."

"You're a brute. That hideous mark wouldn't leave for days." She complained, moving one hand between their bodies until she was running her palm over his erection. "I had to do all sort of things just to cover it up.

"Really?" He hissed, her confession summed to her touch making his libido soar.

"Yes."

Biting hard on his lips, Robin pulled from her so that he could look down, watching in awe the way her hand squeezed him, moving up and down his engorged length while pushing her own groin against him

"You're wearing too much clothes." She said, her voice a low murmur that carried some mysterious undertones. "Take them off."

Before he could even begin to do it, Regina moved her hands up and started herself by pulling his shirt off. Robin snorted, as she seemed to be even more eager than him.

But because he wasn't in any kind of hurry, once his shirt was tossed away he grabbed her face and kissed her for a few seconds. She gave into the kiss, until he pulled away and looked into her bright eyes and down her puffy lips. "Slow down, we have all night to ourselves." And hopefully, they would also have the next one and the next one as well…

"Well, the clock is ticking and we are not going to spend it clothed… so..."

"So be patient." Lowering his face, he kissed her shoulder, along her collar bone and then down to the swell of her breast. He lingered there, tracing with his lips the outline where the fabric covering her met her flesh and sucking lightly on the spot.

"Just so you know, patience has never been my forte, thief."

He chuckled. "You'll learn."

Sliding his hands up her body, Robin buried his face on her cleavage, breathing on her scent, his fingers getting closer and closer to her breast.

Once he reached the place he wanted to he cupped her, feeling the weight of her in his hands before drawing circles with his thumbs around her already hard nipples. "Feels good but…"

But he needed more, he needed to touch her flesh to flesh so he pulled down on the fabric, making the lace go out of the way so that he could fully enjoy the wonders of her body.

"You're simply gorgeous, Regina."

Closing his eyes, Robin replaced his hand with his mouth, sliding his tongue along her flesh, sucking hot kisses all over until she responded with a low moan on the back of her throat. That made him grow even harder, and the pressure of her grinding against him made him growl.

"You still want to keep those pants on?"

Robin hummed, his mouth full as his tongue lapped and swirled over her hard nipples. He loved everything about it, being able to touch her, to taste her and what was better in his mind, having her respond to him.

It was surreal, to have her, The Queen, the real one within his reach... letting him take all those liberties with her. It was just amazing… that a woman could look like a goddess, feel like heaven and taste like salvation. She was just perfect.

Encouraging him, Regina placed her hand over his head, her fingers running through his hair as he went to work on her other breast, giving it the same thoughtfully attention he gave to the other one.

"Mmm feels good." Her voice was a raspy whisper echoing all around and once again his mind got blown away by who she was and what they were doing. After all The Queen was the epitome of glamour and sophistication… and power, he couldn't forget that. It all emanated through her pores in a way that he could almost taste it and he was just… well, him, a former thief that like she liked to point out smelled like forest.

"But I can make it even better." Flashing a rare smirk, Regina pulled away, climbing off of him at the same time that she started to fumble with his pants to take them off.

He watched her through down-casted eyes, helping her along the way because yes, he was starting to feel like he was starved of her and his body needed more.

True, sex was not the only thing he wanted out of her but now that they were there, his mind couldn't focus on anything more than sinking deep into the depths of her femininity… to make her want him as he wanted her, to drive her mad with need.

"Can't wait, Your Majesty?"

She smiled almost darkly. "I told you, I don't do well with waiting." Keeping her eyes on him, Regina slid the pants off his legs, tossing them away as he sprung finally free. Then, before he could even register it, she closed the distance between her face and his throbbing cock, licking her lips before running her tongue from the base to the very tip.

"Shit… Regina… oh my…"

And shit, shit, shit. The Queen of the entire Enchanted Forest going down on him was the last thing he has been expecting and now he couldn't even think straight.

"What was that?"

Her voice against the most private and sensitive part of his anatomy sent a shiver up his spine, and when she closed her lips around him and savored him before adding some suction to her lovely ministrations, Robin growled loudly.

What she was doing to him made him feel a rush of boiling blood shot to all places of his body, it made his breath become ragged and he could just stare open mouthed.

Regina… he wasn't sure if he called her name out loud or if he just thought it, the only thing he knew was that she was down on her knees, her head bobbling up and down with his cock sticking out of it. It was damn well a memorable moments if there ever was one.

"Oh..." He groaned, tangling his hands on her long hair, loving how the warmness of her mouth was making him feel wanton and in the very verge of losing control. "Fuck,"

As she sucked him for all he was worth it, one of her hands held the base of his erection while the other one enclosed over his balls, tugging softly. It was that combination what almost brought him to a very premature end so without giving her notice, he grabbed her head and forced her up.

She went to him willingly, and when he kissed her she kissed him back, her hands settling on his stomach and then up to his chest.

"Turn around." He rasped out, grabbing her hips.

"So you think you can tell me what to do now?"

"Just humor me, love."

Groaning in apparent annoyance, Regina did it, but when he guided her so that she could stand on her hands and knees over the sofa, she chuckled. "How predictable… thief."

"First, it's Robin… and it's actually not that hard saying it. Second, just enjoy it alright?"

"We'll see…"

Swallowing hard down at the sight of her perfect ass pointed out towards him, Robin drank on the image. She was truly perfect in all sense of the word and even when she still had part of her undergarments in place, he was getting quite an eyeful.

Her fleshy cheeks were basically spilling out of the confinements of the fabric and yes, it was just lovely.

"So will you just stare at my ass?"

"Just shut up for once… will you?" And really, couldn't she just bite her own snarky comments.

"If you want me to shut up then you better do a good job at rendering me speechless."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Take it however you want to, as long as you do something."

He snorted, not quite believing this woman, but wanting to get a good feel of her, he smacked her behind playfully two times, making her jump a little in surprise; then he doubled over so that he could press his lips against her.

Regina hummed, wriggling her derriere to him as he pressed kisses against her. He also served himself and gave her a few bites, his cock twitching by his actions.

"Don't stop there."

Robin smiled, kissing his way along the edge of her underwear as he felt her up, but then he held her hips and positioned her ass higher, to eye level. "So where do you want me to keep it going?"

"Surprise me…" She purred, the sound so unlike the imposing harsh woman he knew her to be.

"Alright." With that said he bent even more and pulled the crotch of her underwear to the side, revealing the very essence of her womanhood to his eyes.

Once again, the panorama got his seal of approval; a stunning woman very closed to being naked bending over so he could see all of her? Hell yes, it was enough to drive any sane man mad with lust.

Taking another second to just look at her, Robin decided to get his act together and get things going, so he moved his lips to her so he could start to feast.

He started with her ass, biting on the flesh of her cheeks teasingly, his hands aiding his cause by clasping the firmness of her. "You are damn stunning…"

"You told me that already."

He chuckled, sliding his lips lower to her heat, inhaling the musky scent of her lust and smiling in satisfaction.

"Well that's because you are." He mumbled against her before kissing her where his lips rested, just a simple kiss that made her whimper. That was the motivation he was looking for and when she gave it he began lavishing on her wetness.

With his tongue parting her and exploring deeper, Regina moaned, her response making Robin's cook twitch in need and anticipation; it was silently screaming for some action and he had to silence it with a few strokes.

"Oh… God, keep doing that…"

The angle he was in was kind of difficult, but any discomfort was secondary to him and he wasn't going to stop making The Queen emit those low humming moans she was making even if The Wicked Witch walked through that door. No, this was too good so he kept doing his work, holding her to his face as his tongue got an intimate taste out of her.

"Yes… like that." The woman rasped and he noticed that her voice was even sultrier now. If it was possible that made him grow even harder, his cock aching and swollen in sweet torture while he attended to it with one of his hands.

Opening his mouth wider, he let his tongue draw circles around the sensitive flesh of her clit, and with her moans and whimpers resonating in his ears he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue never stopping its movements over it. He kept at it for a while, but then retreated so he could finish taking the rest of her clothes off.

Once he she was completely naked, he grabbed his hardness and rubbed it over her ass, letting it slide to her entrance in a teasing manner without going in. He did however, make her spread even more for him.

"Don't be a tease."

"You want me to put this on you?"

She laughed in that raspy way he liked so much, throwing her head back. "You have me naked and in all fours, thief, so what do you think?"

"It's Robin, and I won't give it to you unless you say it." He bent over her, kissing from the back of her neck and all the way down her spine. It made her arch against him.

"You have to be kidding me."

"I'm not, I want to hear you say my name, then I'll fuck you so good you won't be able to stop feeling it for days."

"You're an asshole." She breathed out, but when he let his cock slide between her slick folds, she moaned.

"Just say it and I'll make you cum."

She whimpered, pressing her forehead against the chaise. "For Christ's sake just do it."

"Robin… it's not really that hard."

She groaned, shaking her head and he was sure she was not going to do it. But when he was about to send it all to hell and just push into her, she gave in.

"If you don't do it now I'll kill you… Robin." She almost spat and yeah, it wasn't how he wanted to hear it but it was a start.

Now, not wanting to waste more time, as soon as her words were out, his cock in, buried all the way in until his lower stomach hit her ass.

"Oh shit," He groaned and the moan she let out this time was more feral than all her previous ones, it was as if it was torn from the most intimate part of her being, right where he was reaching her.

As he adjusted himself to her, Robin had to close his eyes and take a deep breath, the feeling of her warm, wet tightness too much for his clouded mind to handle; but as soon as he could control himself he let instinct guide his movements until he was rocking against her.

He opened his mouth to speak, but instead of words only a strangled breath came out, then a groan followed and words were forgotten.

With one hand he held her waist and the other one he twisted on her hair, pulling at it lightly as his hips kept moving against her.

"Oh yes… don't stop."

Biting on his lips, his eyes fixed on the way he slid in and out of her, the visual adding up to the moment until it was too much.

"Fuck, if I keep like this I'm going to cum… and I don't want that yet." He lowered his body and rested it over her back, slowing down his rhythm and placing a kiss over her shoulder.

Her first response was another push against him and he had to swallow a yelp not to let the entire castle know what was happening there. "You can't now…."

And he agreed… yes, he was close, but not quite there yet so before his body could betray him he stopped, pulled out of her and made her turn around. He was breathing hard, his face was on fire and his cock was protesting the withdraw, but he needed that moment to regain himself.

"Lay down."

She did, and when she was on her back he lowered himself, grabbed her hips and lifted her to his mouth.

"Mmm." She hummed when his tongue started to run circles around her clit, her right thigh resting over his shoulder. "So good."

"It is?" He asked against her, the way she trembled catching his attention.

"Yes."

"Good, because I want to make you cum in my tongue."

"Jesus, Robin." She breathed out and yes, that's how he wanted to hear his name out of her mouth, while in the brims of her passion, lost in sensation.

That right there made him give his all; using his tongue and lips to make her loose it, and when she finally reached the peak of her desire, he pushed his tongue deep into her, gathering her juices into his mouth.

She moaned and even shook a little, and when she was apparently climbing down her ecstasy, he put her down and accommodated himself between her legs.

"How was that, my Queen?" He breathed out the words, his eyes taking on the image of her starry eyes and flushed face. "Not bad for a brutish thief?"

She scoffed. "No, not at all."

"That will be just the first tonight."

He kissed her before she could respond, then, with a single thrust that was gentler that the first one, he pushed inside of her once again; going slower this time, more calmly until he was settled all the way in. "You feel better when I know you are real."

"You too." Regina responded while throwing her head back, her eyes closed as he started a new rhythm with her. "Much, much better."

Now, the decrease of his tempo didn't have anything to do with less desire or lack of it, but it had everything to do with the fact that he wanted to enjoy the moment and he wanted her to enjoy it as well, and to do that he needed to take his time, all night long if it was needed.

"It is…"

Now that he was settled and face to face with her, he observed her intently. Her eyes were glowing, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted as her tongue ran over them. He took the opportunity to let his own tongue dart out and met hers, touching it before it could retreat back into her mouth.

It wasn't a kiss and it lasted half a second, it was just the joining of their tongues briefly before moving on.

"I don't know what you're doing to me." Regina confessed, her hand clasping at the back of his neck, locking her eyes to his.

"Same thing you do to me."

Skin against skin and with her legs wrapping around him, Robin went back into thrusting into her a bit harder, going in and then almost out, in and almost out until he started to feel his climax approaching again; but he wanted to hold longer, so with that in mind he tried to think of something that didn't appeal to his senses.

It worked, at least partially. "I want to see you tomorrow, and then all the days after. Do you think that's foolish?"

Regina gasped, because his words didn't stop him from keep thrusting into her. "It's silly… you see me almost everyday."

"You know what I mean."

She nodded. "It is foolish… this is foolish."

"You think?" Snorting because what they were doing was anything but foolish, Robin kissed her; his mind all the way compromised with the way her lips parted at the contact.

He took her access for granted and slid his tongue right in, savoring her as she did the same with him.

Holding on was hard with her body rocking candidly underneath his and her tongue dueling against his, it was very hard and he couldn't think about anything else that wasn't the woman herself, but then just when was about to say fuck it all and give into the building feeling consuming him, she pulled her face from his kiss and moaned wantonly.

She didn't say anything coherently that he could capture, but she didn't have to say anything for him to know she had reached the edge, just the look on her face and the strangled gasps coming out of her lips told him everything he needed to know.

It was beautiful, and at the knowledge that she was coming for him, he couldn't hold any longer and the next thrust he gave to her was accompanied with the warm flood of his essence spilling right to her core.

"Shit…" His control went to hell right there and he vaguely registered in his mind at least one reasons why he should pull out even if it was too late; but her legs were firmly holding him in place and he didn't have much control or the will to do anything else anyways so he kept slamming into her, his lips seeking hers to kiss her clumsily as the wave of his release slowly started to dwindled down.

By the time he was back into some kind of awareness, he was breathing hard, he was naked and Regina was just starting to disentangle herself from him. "And where do you think you are going?"

He asked, putting a bit of pressure on her to prevent an escape. He was still inside of her even if he was getting soft, but he wanted to stretch the moment all he could.

"I need to clean this mess you made."

"Why, I'll do the same mess again. Just give me a few minutes."

Surprising him, she laughed. "Well look at this, the thief is confident."

"I am." He kissed her, breaking into her mouth. Regina gave into him, her tongue sliding hot and warm against his. They did that for a while, amazingly until he felt himself starting to stir alive inside of her.

"Regina." He began to say, his hips automatically grinding into her. "What I told you… I want to keep seeing you…" He slid into her, stiff. "Would you let me?"

She gasped, her legs spreading even more for him.

"Tomorrow and then on, and on. Yes?"

Running her fingers through his hair, she sighed. "I'm starting to think I'm the only fool here."

He blinked, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Is that a yes?"

She nodded, "Yes."

With that said, she kissed him, letting him rock into her as the night witnessed the beginning of something greater.

Little did he know that yes, even when she meant what she said and acceded to see him from then on, than in less that a week, a new curse would take over everything, and that when they would see each other again, they were not going to remember any of what happened there…

FIN

So okay, don't hate on me for ending it here. That was always the plan and then let them meet again in Storybrooke. I have another story planned that could be some sort of continuation to this so yeah… until then! Thanks for reading.