She was about to go into full panic mode at any given moment.

Yes… she knew it… could even feel it, the pangs of anxiety creeping up her chest, moving up and up until they were wrapping like cold-bony fingers around her throat.

It was a puzzling sensation to have, especially because she wasn't the kind of person who would easily fall prey to distress. But in that precise moment, with the image of the ink on Robin's arm burning like hot iron into her brain and what was worse, with the man's warm essence leaking out of her and onto her bedsheets, she could feel a deep sense of panic starting to take over all of what she was.

It was squeezing on her trachea, slowly at first, then the grip getting tighter and stronger… low-key blocking her passage of air and making the desperation compromising her psyche turn up a notch.

It was ridiculous, how all of her senses were spiraling out of control over such a silly little thing as a tattoo; but even when she knew she was overreacting, she was simply unable to take in a deep breath and just calm down.

She tried, whatever force there may be ruling over, knew she really did, but at the end of it all, the only thing she could think of was in how bad she needed to get out of there.

She could suffocate if she didn't, maybe even choke, so in a way it was imperative for her to disappear, to poof herself out of sight, never to see the man again

Or no… since they were in her bedchambers and he was the one intruding, she should make him disappear because holy shit, it was him… the man with the lion tattoo… the representation of everything she let go in order to dwell in a tumultuous sea of bitterness and anger.

He, the one who until now has only been a faceless shadow living in the back of her mind…

Only that he was no longer a faceless stranger or a representation of what could have been, no… he, her life biggest missed chance was now very much real… the only human being alive that could have changed her destiny and prevented her soul to become so rotten and damaged; and actually having him there was a hell of a lot intimidating.

Now yes, he, or the idea of him, was something she hasn't thought about in ages, but now that he was there, in flesh and blood, so tangible… the knowledge of what he could have been for her started gnawing at her brain.

Her soulmate… as unbelievable as that was, Robin freaking Hood was the man Tinkerbell's pixie dust showed her she was destined to be with… her chance to choose something good, and now, even after she turned her back to that path long ago, destiny found a way to kick her back in the face with him.

It was insane but yeah, there she was, laying in bed with the man who was supposed to change it all.

It was… overwhelming, surreal… after all, more than a simple man, this one basically represented each and every one of her bad choices, all the wrong turns she could have prevented and she just had sex with him.

Overcome with a mix on conflicting emotions, Regina jumped to her feet with an agility she didn't even realize she had. Then, she ran a shaky hand down her face while her eyes moved from side to side, trying to find something she could use to cover her nakedness.

She came up with nothing, probably because her vision was unfocused as she kept fighting her panic away, or maybe because the way in which she could feel Robin's cum sliding down her thighs was too distracting.

"You alright?"

Opening her eyes a bit wider and turning around to take a look at him, Regina almost yelled for him to stop looking at her and just get out; but something in the way his eyes were fixed on her, with what felt like intense curiosity taking over the bluest and most breathtaking eyes she has ever seen rendered her completely speechless.

Now, could that be a soulmate kind of thing, leaving her mute? Or was it the fact that he was naked and looking so delicious in her bed?

Because yes, he and all he represented was the last thing she needed in that moment, but damn, the man really looked fine.

He also smelled good, kissed even better and he definitely was a good lay. He delivered what she was looking for, and if it wasn't because the damn tattoo, she would be pushing for round number two right about now…

Scoffing because getting caught on his looks or the memory of how good he made her feel was the last thing she needed, Regina swirled around and headed into her washroom, finding that talking when she wasn't looking at him was so much easier.

"I'm fine. I just… I need to clean up."

With that said and trying her best not to let him see how shaken she was feeling, the Queen clenched her jaw and walked away.

Once in the washroom and with the door shut, she covered her mouth with her hand and rested her back to the wooden barrier because no, no, no! What were the odds of what just happened?

For years she has lay low, she pushed all of her needs and desires out of the way to focused on her son; but the moment she took interest in someone, even if it was just for sex, he turned out to be the only man in the entire world she couldn't fool around with.

It was dangerous, mingling with him, a path she didn't want to explore. Yet, there she was, and not only did she do everything in her power so that he would fuck her like some wild animal in heat, but she also let him finish inside of her.

And really, why would she let him do that? That was a thing she didn't just allow, never, and yet she let him, him of all people cum in her…

"Oh my God." She said and it was almost a whine, because the way she saw it, there was nothing that screamed intimacy more than what she let him do in her, and given the fact of who he was, that was a terrible thing.

Jesus, she needed to clean herself up.

Feeling her pulse pounding on her temples but decided on what to do, Regina pushed herself away from the door and started the process of erasing all trace of him off of her. It was tricky, since she could feel herself all covered in him, from her ass to her feet, but after some effort and a little bit of magic, she managed.

That right there made her feel more grounded, a little bit more in control, so grabbing for a silky bathrobe she also made appear with magic and then taking a look at herself through the mirror, she sighed.

She looked wild. Her hair was all tousled, her lips raw and swollen and her eyes too bright, but at least she didn't look like someone who was in the verge of losing it.

"Okay…" She began to say as she put the robe on, thinking that the best thing she could do was go out there, act as if she wasn't shaken to her very core and just ask him to leave.

It was just sex what she has wanted from him and he knew it, so since that was already done, he needed to kick it.

Nodding and hoping he wouldn't get too clingy and thus make it all feel even more awkward; the brunette woman smoothed her hair with her fingers and then walked out.

Now, she has been somehow expecting Robin to still be in bed, naked and waiting for her and she has also half anticipated the man to try to make the whole thing into something it was not, which would be a terrible thing; but when she walked out, what she found was the man back on his feet and putting his clothes back on.

He was by then finishing putting his vest, and when he saw her, he just flashed her way half a smirk. It still fully showed his dimples and she hated him for it because really, why did he have to appeal to all her senses?

"Sure you're alright."

"Yes." She said way too quickly, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "You're leaving?"

Sucking in a deep breath and then running a hand through his hair, Robin looked at her.

"Yes, I kind of… I wasn't supposed to take so long so I left Roland with Little John. I need to go back to him, you understand?"

Regina blinked, one time and then two, because yes, she wanted the man out of her life for good, but as she stood there, all she could think was damn, not even her soulmate wanted to stick around her.

Was that how bad she was?

It was a weird thing to feel, because like she said, making him go away was what she has been planning to do… but still, it kind of stung that he was the one looking for a way out.

It shouldn't surprise her though; after all, it has been her the one who made it clear that she just wanted sex and well, soulmate or not, he was a man like any other and she has laid herself wide open for him to claim. Which he did, but now that he got what she so boldly offered, there was no reason to stay.

"Yes… just close the door on your way out." She meant to turn around and just play pretend this wasn't bothering her, but she was glued to the spot, unable to move or even blink.

Licking his lips and then nodding, the former thief cleared his throat. "About what happened-"

"Don't." She began to say when he took a step towards her. "It was just sex."

He snorted, taking another step, getting even closer and keeping his eyes fixed on hers. It was in a way intimidating, so much that she could feel her heart stuck in her throat and God, she was going to throw it up.

"Just sex?"

She took a step back herself, her chin tilted up. "Yeah, it was good. Got it out of my system so yeah, but that's all there was to it."

He hummed, moving forward and stopping only when he was so very close he was almost brushing against her.

And during all of it, the only thing she could do was stare at him through wide eyes and yes, in that moment she hated both him and her…

Him for not going away like he said he was going to do and with her for just standing there.

"I told you, Regina, there's not such a thing as just sex." With that said, he closed the distance that separated them and kissed her.

Sure, it was just his mouth pressing to hers firmly but oh so tenderly, but it still left her frozen on the spot.

She shouldn't let him do these kind of things, not with him being the man with the lion tattoo.

It was dangerous, because one thing was to have some harmless sex with a random man, and another very different to do it with her supposed to be soulmate.

Her brain knew it, her heart too, but still, her body was acting on its own accord and when he rested a hand on her hip and made the kiss go deeper, she not only let him, but she also kissed him back.

It was a momentarily lapse of judgement that made her tongue move with his and her hands reach to his cheek, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw and then sliding to the back of his head.

Following her example of letting his hands roam, Robin lowered his to her ass, his palms grabbing a good handful of her flesh as he crushed her to him.

Now yes, all of it was wrong, but deep inside of her, she wanted to experience how it was for a minute. She needed to see how it would have felt if she had walked into that tavern and let things be…

It was a concept hard to grasp, given the way in which her life turned out, but yeah… she could've had this, him… and yet, she decided not to…

And it was because of that, that she needed to stick to that decision and cut things clean.

"Go." She mumbled against his mouth.

"Hmm alright. I'll see you around, right?"

She nodded, but deep in her mind, she knew that she was going to do everything in her power not to let him see her anytime soon…

It was that way that a week and a half passed by without her showing her face in public. She stuck to her bedchambers, with only Snow White passing by to check on her once.

She was able to keep her from nosing too much into her business by telling her she was trying to find a way to defeat her half-sister once and for all, so she let her be; other than that, she remained completely undisturbed.

At least until the evening she walked out of soaking into a warm-scented bath to find Robin sitting in her vanity's chair, his elbows over his knees as he leaned a bit forward, apparently waiting for her.

It startled her, enough to get her heart pumping hard and fast. She didn't let it show, though, instead, she assumed that old posture she used to have with him before, the one in which it looked like she could barely stand him.

That was why snarling her lips and lifting her chin, she eyed him with contempt. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Pushing the inside of his cheek with the tip of his tongue, the blue-eyed man tilted his head a bit up and shrugged. "Not much, just passing by to ask why the bloody hell are you evading me."

Groaning in annoyance because yes, ten days of seclusion helped her land back on her feet with the whole 'Robin is my soulmate' thing, the Queen set her eyes on him.

She had some time to think and muse about it all and among finding ways to debunk Tinkerbell's claim that he has been the one she shouldn't have allowed to get away, she also found enough nerve to dismiss her initial shock about knowing who he was.

"Don't be over yourself, thief, I'm not evading you."

"Oh so we're back at you calling me thief?"

Arching an eyebrow and sitting in a chair near her bed, Regina crossed her legs. She said nothing though, she just silently felt happy that she decided not to walk naked out of her bath.

That would have been awkward, especially since she was trying to pass the page when it came to the man sitting opposite to her.

Blinking a couple of times, Robin laced his fingers together and kept his eyes on hers.

"So…"

"I'm busy, Robin…" She said, making his name stand out to demonstrate to herself, if not him, that nothing in him affected her. It was hard though, because one thing was deciding not to think about him when he was far and another, to keep with that resolution when he was eye to eye with her. Sure, it was also hard in other aspects so why not admit it? It was especially tricky because he was looking so good. "So go ahead and tell me whatever you came to say."

"Why are you evading me?" He fired, balancing at the edge of the chair.

"I'm not?"

"Really, so this thing of not putting foot outside your bedchambers for almost a fortnight is not you evading me?"

"It's not. Believe it or not, I have many things going on other than obsessing over a one-night stand with you. My sister, for instance."

Humming low in his throat, Robin's eyes narrowed and for a while, he did nothing but to stare at her.

It unnerved her, so she clenched her jaw. "Are you done? Because I wish to be left alone now."

"You know? For being… the so called Evil Queen, you are such a terrible liar."

Feeling called out and for some reason getting upset about it, the Queen got to her feet and pointed her finger at him. "And you are an impertinent asshole, now get out."

Not even a bit shaken by her outburst, Robin got to his feet as well. "What are you so afraid of?"

"Afraid? What makes you think I'm afraid of anything here?" She chuckled, even if she was feeling everything but amused.

"I don't know, so why don't you let me know what made you put your walls way up to your nose again… because last time I saw you, this was definitely how you acted with me. In fact…"

"Well last time I wanted sex." She cut him off, lifting her arms and then letting them fall back to her sides. "That's what changed. I got what I wanted and that's about it. It wasn't even that deep so please, get a grip."

That seemed to throw him back a little, Regina saw it in the way he halted on his tracks and his expression dropped.

It made her stomach sink, but still, she kept on.

"And don't you go putting that face because it was the same for you… hell, you wouldn't have even looked my way if it wasn't because I proposed the sex thing so yeah, consider it a bonus… a treat, if you will, since I wouldn't have gone for if it wasn't because I was… needy."

Lifting a hand to his cheek and scratching over his stubble almost absentmindedly, Robin fixed his eyes somewhere to the roof.

"Just sex then… alright, so if it was only that, then why are you so pressed about it?"

Moving his eyes back to hers, he smirked, almost cheekily… the bastard.

"Oh I'm not pressed about it…"

"No?" He walked to her, slow but the glint in his eyes letting her know his intent.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing… I'll just kiss you, you know… since I have the need. It's not that deep."

Her eyes widened and her lips parted, meaning to tell him a big oh hell no, but much as it happened last time those blue eyes were on her, digging so deep, she was rendered speechless.

And so she just watched him getting closer and closer until his hand was curled at the back of her head and his mouth was hovering over hers… basically just a breath away.

"Any objection? No? Alright?"

Pulling her closer, he kissed her, trespassing into her mouth immediately, tongue swirling and sweeping around hers.

It was definitely not what should be happening so humming against his lips, Regina tried to tell him off. But the thing was, that the way in which he was kissing her, so nice and deep, never gave her any ground to clear her mind and put an end to it.

She just let it be, and with her hands resting on his chest, she began to kiss him back, tentatively at first and then letting go completely.

It amazed herself, because during her self-imposed seclusion, she has come up with a thousand reasons why she should never let desire get the best of her when it came to Robin, and yet there she was…

Not even five minutes into seeing him, and her mind completely gave into going along this path. As if her brain was ready to simply disregard everything she came to terms with.

For a while they just kissed, nothing more, hands venturing here and there but nothing too forward. But after a while, he apparently wanted to take things to a new level so he lifted her off the ground to place her over the vanity.

"Wait…" Her intentions were to tell him to stop, or maybe to gather herself a little… but instead she reached down and took off his shirt.

He let her do it, his eyes shining on hers as ran her hands from his chest to his stomach.

Why was she doing that? She wasn't sure, but she definitely took pleasure in the way she felt his muscles tense under her touch.

"Damn it, Regina… don't you see what you do to me?" He mumbled darkly against her lips as he dragged his hands up her thighs so that he could squeeze her body to his.

Pressing her forehead to his and letting out a humorless chuckle, the Queen closed her eyes. "It's not real… whatever it is you think I'm doing to you."

And it wasn't. No, whatever pull they could feel towards each other was just the result of the damn soulmate thing…

It was an illusion from her part, maybe a way to make herself feel better about the fact that there has been a chance for her. As for him? Who knew, but he could definitely not be genuinely drawn to her.

She was the Evil Queen and he was Robin Hood, and that was a match that wouldn't make sense if it wasn't because Tinkerbell said so…

Or was it? Because realistically speaking, he didn't know about that and he was still there; same way that she hadn't known about their connection when she decided to go after him like she did…

"It isn't?" The blue eyed man accommodated himself between her legs and crushed his trapped erection to her groin, grinding against her until he was aching with need. "You think that's not real?"

He didn't let her respond, instead, he moved his lips to hers so he could go back to kissing her.

Shaking her head away from his lips but without pushing him away, Regina bit hard on her lips and rolled her eyes. "That's sex… which proves my point about what this is."

At her words, Robin snorted, his fingers kneading her inner thighs, almost to the point where his knuckles were brushing against her crotch. "Well, isn't that what you wanted, just sex?"

She thought about it, half her brain telling her that it couldn't just be sex with him, not now that she knew who he really was, while the other part yelled at her to go for it.

She was a smart woman, she could differentiate lust from other things so as long as she recognized it as just sex, there was no harm on it, right?

It's dangerous!

A voice from the inner most part of her being yelled at her.

It was clear as day, how bad this could turn to, after all she was not in a good point in her life. With Henry lost and the menace of her sister hanging over her head, the last thing she needed was to get attached to this man… but at the same time, she couldn't spend an eternity locked up in her room evading him so why not use this as an opportunity to prove the whole pixie thing wrong.

It could be just sex, and even if it was going to be good, it didn't have to mean much. He has been her chance and doing something good out of her life once, but he wasn't anymore.

No, as she has come to terms in the past few days, Henry has been her real chance at redemption and Robin could be just… a good lay.

"Take off your pants." She said before she could change her mind.

Robin blinked slowly; his mouth partially opening as his eyes danced over her face. "Well, there may be a little problem with that."

With that said, he fixed his eyes on hers and began to untie her robe, working on the silky fabric until it hung open by her sides. Regina just watched him, letting him go as far as he wanted.

He was testing her, she knew it. "What problem?"

Smiling that infuriatingly charming dimple smile of his, he lowered his head and traced with his tongue a warm path that slowly lead his mouth all the way from her shoulders to that vulnerable spot in her neck, the one where her pulse was beating unsteadily. Once there he pulled at her skin with his teeth and sucked it into his mouth.

"I don't do just sex."

Well, that was going to be a problem, she thought as he molested her flesh with his tongue and teeth. But instead of saying that it was too bad that he couldn't just settle with that she could offer, the Queen just threw her head back to give him more space to work.

"I also don't like this thing of you evading me… or putting these walls all around you. I want to see you, Regina…"

Unable to simply ignore his last comment, the infamous ruler swallowed on dry. She had to be honest to him, as she didn't want to make a mess out of this, so with that in mind, she decided to lay her cards on the table. "I don't have… anything else to offer, and there's nothing here to see."

Feeling the way in which he pulled away, Regina sucked in a shaky breath as one of her hands was placed on his forearm.

He was going to leave, she just knew it, and she wasn't sure if she should feel gutted or relieved.

Judging by the way in which she held him, she was afraid that what she felt was a strange sensation of impending lost and no, it shouldn't be like that, she couldn't let herself feel it, because she knew very well in her mind that should be relieved.

It was better if he left now, as it would be devastating afterwards… for him to leave in horror after knowing destiny cursed him with a broken, deranged soulmate.

"I find that very hard to believe. That there's nothing else to offer or to see."

"There isn't." She whispered and God, why did her voice come out so small?

"We'll see about that."

Instead of letting her respond to him, Robin moved his lips back to hers and pushing his tongue into her mouth, he started to kiss her anew.

Regina responded at once him, her tongue meeting his halfway while he pushed harder into her. They kissed for a while like that, his hands moving along her spine and up into her hair.

"Robin..." She mumbled weakly, it was supposed to be a warning, but her voice came out in a broken gasp that she quickly regretted.

At her low tone, the archer pulled his face away from hers so that he could stare into the warm chocolate of her eyes.

It was a thing hard to explain, but having him look at her through those blue orbs that were filled with so much was hypnotic, and it made her wonder if it would really be that bad… to give in, to hand him the reins and let him take her whenever the hell he wanted to take her.

"You want me to go?" He asked in a breath, getting near once again to kiss her full on her mouth. "I'll go if that's what you really want."

Not knowing what to say because she honestly didn't know anything anymore, Regina settled her hands on his shoulder.

It took her three long seconds to send it all to hell, to push it all aside and just follow her instinct.

She didn't say anything though, but she did wrap her arms around his neck and kissed him as deep as she could.

Maybe it was wrong and she would regret it a thousand times in the morning, but right now she was going to have this.

Reciprocating her efforts, Robin sneaked his hand to her waist and started pulling her panties down her legs; he dragged them along, lifting her from the vanity to slide them down her legs.

With that out of the way, he ran his fingers down her tights, making a stop to caress behind her knees and then taking his time with her calves.

He took his time with that, his eyes following the progress of his fingers over her smooth skin.

"You are stunning."

"You know I'm not." Regina said rolling her eyes as Robin grabbed her hips to pull her to him. At the motion, her bare groin made contact with his erection and she hissed.

Even though he was still wearing pants, he felt hard and promising, so the liquid heat between her legs definitely appreciated the contact.

"Yeah you are… and you know it. You played that on me… and look where that got us. But as nice as this is, or how it feels, that's not why I came here tonight."

Closing her eyes because his voice did all kinds of things to her, Regina hummed because… well, because she would be damned to hell, but the reality of it all was that despite everything, she wanted him real bad and as long as she could sense that he shared the same desire, she was going to have a hard time staying away.

That should have been her cue to stop it…

"Are you going to take this off or what?" She breathed the words out, reaching down between their bodies so that she could free his erection from its bondage.

Taking the hint, the outlaw took over and started to peel off the rest of his clothes. He did it quickly, tossing it all away.

"Better?"

"Yes." She mumbled, pressing her forehead against his as her hands slid to his shoulders and then to the nape of his neck.

"What I said, I meant it. Are we clear in that?" He asked, getting closer until his erection was brushing against her own groin, skin to skin.

To be honest, Regina wasn't sure what he actually meant as he has said so many things, but still, closing her eyes, she pressed her lips back to his.

There were no thoughts about soulmates or tattoos, and definitely not of regrets, she just focused in the moment they were living.

That's why she kissed him quiet and having him kiss her back, Regina buried her fingers into his hair. For a few prolonged seconds that was all they did, kiss passionately as the tip of his erection rubbed insistently against her entrance.

It was almost there, a push away from breaking in.

The feeling was divine, he felt so strong and hard against her that she was burning with desire, and she had to use all her willpower not to give that single pull at him that would make him sink deep within her.

"I want you. Right here, right now." She said in a growl as his hands slid to her breast, touching her freely as he breathed heavily against her lips. "Are we clear in that?"

At her mimicked words, Robin snorted. "You're really something else, Regina. It's alright tough… I'm patient… and fortunately, I know how to speak your language."

"My language?" Unable to help it, she frowned.

"Your language…" With that said, he lowered his mouth to her jaw, raining kisses down the column of her neck and then straight to her collarbone. "This one."

He dwelled there only for a second, then, before she could even blink, he was going down and down until he was suddenly worrying her breast with his mouth, his tongue running flat over the hard peak or her nipple prior to sucking it into his mouth.

He played a little with her, making her close her eyes in appreciation.

"Mmm."

"See how can we understand each other like this… face to face? There's no need to hide."

Humming, the Queen was about to tell him she didn't do hiding, but then he stopped with her breast and moved even lower, down her ribcage and her navel, grazing over her pubic bone and then grabbing her midsection to pull her to the edge of the vanity so that he could have better access to his final destination and she simply lost all train of thought.

At first she couldn't quite believe what he meant to do as it has been so damn long since she had someone's face down between her legs that she even forgot how it felt; but when she looked down to take notice that his mouth was at a level with her exposed privates, she bit hard on her lips and waited to see what he was going to do.

He was just… looking at her, and as he watched there was a sense of nervousness in her, after all that was her damn vagina he was staring at and she just didn't know why such interest.

Did he find her abnormal, weird? She knew she didn't smell as she just got out of a bath… but there were so many factors at stake there.

"You're all bare."

It took Regina a second to understand what he meant, but still not knowing what to say, she just remembered that Robin Hood was a man that has lived all his life in The Enchanted Forest… in the woods, so he didn't know much about women's customs in other realms.

It made her sight, but then, as if what he was doing wasn't enough to satisfy his curiosity, he lifted a hand and using his fingers he parted her, exposing her even more.

For a while he did nothing else and she wanted to ask him if he was going to stare at her all night long or if he was going to do something more, but before the words could even form in her mind, he closed the distance that separated them and using his tongue he probed her.

Regina gasped, setting her foot firmly over his shoulder as her eyes took on what he was doing. Watching him felt out of this world, the feeling of his tongue brushing all over her enough to drive her mad with need.

"Oh…"

He licked, dragging his tongue ridiculously slow over her entrance and towards her aching clit. He ran circles against her once there, keeping the torturing slow pace for a little while.

"You're teasing." She complained, her legs parting wider. She needed more, was even aching for it and she let him know by that little act.

"Well isn't my Queen eager?" He asked before closing his mouth over her. Soon after that, he sucked her clit into his mouth and for God only knew how long, she became a trembling mess.

What could she say? This thief turned soulmate of hers really knew how to use his mouth for other things other than to be cheeky and Regina loved every second of what she did.

He never stopped working his tongue over her, and as he teased her beyond the limits of comprehension, her hands flew to his head, holding him in place as her fingers got a nice feeling of the silkiness of his hair.

"Oh my God…" She hissed as she threw her head back.

"You like it?" He mumbled, the way his voice vibrated against her sensitive flesh tickling her in the most sensuous of ways.

"Yes." She breathed out, probably too needy. Not that she minded how she sounded, she was beyond caring, because what he was doing was taking her very close to the edge and all she could concentrate was on sensation.

She felt feverish and in her mind all that mattered was his tongue on her, everything else was a blur. "Just…" She whimpered, holding tighter to him. "Don't you stop now."

"Oh I won't." He replied, his low tone sounding slightly amused.

It was that way that he held her hips firm and flickered his tongue against the bundle of nerves hidden between her folds. It wasn't much, but that was all it took for the Queen to reach her climax.

Riding her wave, she shut her eyes tight and moaned, the sound coming from the back of her throat as Robin refused to stop feasting of her, licking, sucking and even going as far as pushing his tongue into her contracting entrance.

It was too much, almost overwhelming, but she took it all, having him hold her closer, his lips and tongue still working on her as she shivered her release away.

It was amazing, he was amazing and when he got up to his feet and accommodated himself back between her legs, she barely took notice.

She was still not in her right mind when he pushed in, taking residence deep within her.

"Shit." He sucked in a breath.

Letting a moan slide pass her lips, Regina received him into her, wrapping her legs to his hips to make him go deeper.

It felt good, he felt good… how he warmly parted his way into her.

"I'm going to take you with me tonight… I'll get you out of here."

"No..." She panted, her hold on him tightening as he trusted into her again and again. Then she just hummed and sought for his lips and started kissing him with abandon, her tongue fusing hotly against his, swirling around it and coaxing him into kissing her back.

At the way she was kissing him, Robin pulled her even closer, pushing into her until he was impaled all the way to the base of his cock. The sensation was out of this world and guided by pure lust, she enjoyed the rhythm that he picked up.

He went at her hard and fast, and she wondered if this was the language he believed she understood. Not that she would complain communicating with him just like this, because having his body mold to hers so deliciously as they kissed the air out of their lungs was simply amazing.

As for Robin, she would say that he wouldn't complain either as he was in a frenzy, breathing heavy against her lips.

"Are you close?"

Oh she wasn't, as she was barely climbing back to her feet after that first orgasm; but not wanting to hold him back, she lied.

"Yeah."

Hissing and probably wanting to see her come undone in his arms before he could finish himself, Robin slid his hand down to her heated center and with two fingers, he started to draw random patterns against her clit.

It was insane… but that seemed to do the trick, because from zero she went to a thousand in a matter of nothing; add to that the sensation of his cock sliding into her and then the sweet desperation of his kiss and that was it.

After just a couple of minutes, she was clutching hard to him, her inner walls contracting around his erection and her heart ready to explode. It was good, perfect, and thinking that a connection like that couldn't be the results of pixie dust, she threw her head back and moaned huskily.

For a while, Robin just went at it, without diminishing his pace, breathing hard through his nose as he pressed short kisses over her mouth. It made Regina feel how close he was and afraid to have a repeat of him finishing inside of her, she broke away from his lips.

She could tell him not to dare doing that, ending inside, but that would definitely ruin the mood and she didn't want that.

Actually, she wanted him to feel as good as he just made her feel so she got ready to throw a proposal he wouldn't be able to resist.

"I want you to come in my mouth."

"What?" He groaned, and Regina wasn't sure if he was amused or shocked.

"You heard me." She said, kissing the corner of his lips before pushing him away.

Robin fixed her with a heated stare, watching as she lowered herself down until she was at face level with his hard rock manhood.

Once there, she grabbed him by the base of his cock and ran her tongue all the way to the flushed crown, gathering the taste of her mingled with a deeper one that was purely his into her mouth.

It made him moan low in his throat and she wasn't going to lie, the sound was like music to her ears.

Encouraged, Regina took him into her mouth and applied the lightest of suctions.

"Gods be damned, Regina…" He cussed in a breath, his darkening blue eyes drinking on the image in front of him and his hand reaching for her hair to tangle in.

The movement put his tattoo basically in her face so closing her eyes not to think about that, she kept going, getting lost into the moment.

It felt good to have him in her mouth, as unbelievable as that sounded, so she sucked him deeper in. Sure, he had a bit of a length in him so she couldn't take him all, but she made up for that by treating all she couldn't get in other ways. So yes, she worked him nice, her tongue smoothening the protruding vein up his length, caressing him intimately as her lips went up and down.

She kept going until she could hear him sucking on short shallow breaths, her hand going up to pay some attention to his balls as well.

"Shit Regina… I'm gonna..."

Before he could even finish his sentence, she took him as deep as she could, fighting the reflex to gag after he almost hit the back of her throat.

That did it for him because with a low growl, he exploded into her mouth, the first spurts of his essence warm on her tongue.

"Oh my… oh, fuck…" He grumbled, gently tangling his fingers onto her dark locks until she finished him off, sucking and swallowing all he had to give before finally retreating away.

That right there was another thing she never did and wondering if it was actually any less intimate than him finishing inside of her, she got to her feet.

She wasn't so sure now… well, actually, now that the deed was done, she was pretty sure this was way worse that the alternative.

Him finishing inside of her a second time was nothing, now swallowing…

Shit, what the fuck was she thinking?

How could she claim it was just sex after letting him cum in her mouth? It was just… no.

Taking her out of her trance by reaching for the back of her head and bringing her face close so that he could bury his nose into her hair, Robin breathed out. "Well that was… really something. Not exactly what I came looking for but… yeah."

"Hmm." Blinking a couple of times as she pulled away from him, Regina reached for the bottle of wine she has left by her bedside table before her bath and opening it with a little bit of magic, she drank directly from the bottle. Partly to calm down all the crazy feelings creeping up on her and also to wipe the taste of him off her mouth.

It also gave her a little time to wonder where this was putting her. Did she prove to herself that pixie dust was shit and that Robin was a man like any other, or was she feeling so confused because her body, if not her mind, recognized him for who she was and that was why after having sex with him she wasn't quite done craving for him?

Well shit…

Not recognizing her confusion over what was going on, Robin grabbed her from behind and made her straighten up against him. She went willingly enough, resting against him as she put the bottle of wine down.

For a while he just held her like that and she let him, thinking.

"So, we talked your language, how about we talk mine now?" Clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, Robin wrapped his arms around her.

Cringing because she couldn't do this now, Regina shook her head. She needed time to organize her thoughts and understand her own feelings, but at the same time she needed to be direct.

"Listen… I think you are misunderstanding this. I wasn't lying when I told you I had nothing else to offer. Yeah, the sex is good, I can't deny it, but it will never be more than that."

Instead of being thrown off by her words, Robin smiled, she felt him against her cheek as he lowered his face to hers.

It rubbed Regina the wrong way so she grunted, pulling away and turning to see him.

"What's so funny about that?"

Robin shrugged, his eyes looking at her almost lazily with a warm after glow that made him look all dreamy.

"Nothing, I was thinking that it will feel so good proving you wrong in this."

Arching an eyebrow, Regina reached for her robe to put it on. "Watch it, you are coming off to cocky, thief."

"Not cocky, more like sure of myself."

Lifting her chin, Regina's eyes settled on his. "Why do you want to make this into something more, what's in it for you?"

As if her question was the funniest thing ever, Robin snorted. "What's in it for me, is that a real question? There's you… and yes, you say there's nothing more to offer other than this, but I know that can't be true."

"You don't know me, not even a little, so what makes you think you'll like whatever else is in here."

Twisting his lips, Robin walked to her and circled his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him again.

"I won't know until you let me; lucky for me that's an easy fix."

"I'll save you the trouble. There's nothing."

Sighing, Robin licked his lips. "Let's do this. I want to be the judge of that, so why don't you bear with me for a little while and allow me to see for myself. I'll start now, chatting with you and then, if I see there's nothing in it for me or if you really, really feel like there's nothing worth pursuing here, I'll back off."

Humming because that didn't sound too bad and would make him step back by the end of the night, Regina licked her lips. "Alright…"

Robin's smile grew a little bit and in that moment, she felt bad for him because no, there was not going to any of what he was looking for between them. Maybe sex, as she wasn't sure she wanted to give that up quite yet… but no, nothing more.

What she didn't know yet, was that it was going to be because of that little chat he was planning to have with her, that Robin would start to spend most of his nights in her bedchambers, be it talking or yeah, giving into his desire for her; and she definitely didn't imagine that in a matter of a couple of weeks, seeing them together or just her walking around with his son, reading him stories or just keeping an eye on him would be a common sight.

But she didn't know, couldn't even imagine it so she smiled, sure that she was right and Robin wrong…

FIN

Okay, so this is it when it comes to this story. Thanks for reading. And if you are really curious to know what will happen with these two, go check Memento, as it is kind of a sequel.