FraiseDandelion made me do it. Not really. I was already doing it, but she definitely encouraged it.


The Evil Queen flirting with Robin...

She'd gone off on her own. Again. And the Charmings had let her. Again. At least Henry had the forethought to text him that his mother was meeting a sword wielding, revenge driven refugee in the middle of the forest without any backup. He'd searched the dirigible and the surrounding forest and was trying to decide if he was frightened or relieved that she was nowhere to be found when he is suddenly face to face with a very different her.

"Well well, look what Regina's gotten herself into. Or rather, what you've gotten into her I would suspect." The Evil Queen runs a jeweled fingernail along Robin's jaw, down his neck, swirling down his chest and stopping right over his heart. "Care to share?" She walks a tight circle around him, nails coasting over his body as she goes.

"Not interested," Robin dead-panned.

"Not even a little bit?" she pouts, blood red lips pursing together to mock his resolve. "Not even a teensy weensy, itty bitty bit?" She's close enough that Robin can smell nothing but her perfume and the scent that is purely Regina. He'd be lying if he'd said he never fantasized about this; The Evil Queen and all her dark power standing wanton before him. The shiver that runs through him as her tongue darts out to lick at his earlobe quickly gives him away. She laughs, but it's not Regina's laugh (the one that he takes great pride in coaxing out of her) it's deeper, lustful. Even her voice has changed as she whispers hot against his ear. "Is she still satisfying you, Thief? I doubt it. Wouldn't you like to know what's on the other side? I can assure you the view is much, much, better."

She's sucking bruising kisses along his jaw when Robin's heart manages to override his wandering mind and uncooperative body. He grabs her shoulders and pulls her roughly away from them, spins them both and forces her hard into the nearest tree. The change in position does nothing to deter the queen. She reaches for his jacket, pulls him flush to her with more strength than was logically possible. "It's okay, Robin, you can tell me." She's not kissing him, but her lips move against his as she speaks. He can taste her breath on his tongue. "You miss me, don't you? You miss the part of her that was me; that little edge that kept her hard, that made her take what she wanted, that bit and scratched? You miss the darkness. You wanted the darkness."

He hates the way his body responds to her, but it's out of his control and she's close, so closely pressed to him that it would be impossible for her to miss the shift in certain parts of his anatomy. But this isn't Regina, not his Regina anyway. "I don't miss what the darkness did to her," he tells her as he leans in impossibly closer, his words spoken into her skin. "I don't miss how she felt guilty for every errant drop of blood she caused when we made love. I don't miss how she would wake screaming from nightmares of the horrors that you caused."

"We caused!" She spat into his face. "Don't you dare think that her separating herself absolves her of anything that we've done. She has the same blood on her hands that I do," she bit into his shoulder, slowly letting her teeth break the skin. Robin winces at the pain, but holds her gaze as she runs her fingers over the blood she's drawn, smearing it and coating her fingers. "Her mistake is no longer enjoying it."

"You're a monster," Robin releases his hold on her, taking the opportunity that her dramatic display of bloodshed has caused to put some space between them. "One that I'm glad she's rid of."

"You're lying, Thief," she calls after him, smiling maliciously when he takes the bait and stops. "You never wanted this. I was there, after all. I heard you beg her not to listen to that idiotic snowflake. 'Regina, please…', 'Regina, I love all of you…'. Pathetic. Just admit it: I'm the one you want. The better one, the stronger one, the one who would let you play out your darker desires."

He could have gone, should have gone, but Robin feels himself walking back to her. He can see in her self-satisfied smirk that she thinks she has won. Good. Let her think that. When he reaches her he doesn't allow himself to hesitate, roughly grabbing the back of her head and fusing his lips to hers. It unnerves him for a moment; the kiss that is rough and desperate, yet somehow still hers. But a moment is all the queen needs. Her fingers sink into his chest in the same moment that Robin's blade sinks into her stomach.


Look what you've done.. Now I've started things again. Things that will have to be finished in installments. Alas...

Reviews please :) Is anyone actually interested in a series like this? Hoodies?