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This was a quick one shot I wrote, hop you like it!
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It happened again.
It's the last time.
Until he gets another urge.
It's the last time.
It's what she says to herself over and over again.
Robin has his wife back, but it isn't the same. He thinks of her all the time, can't get her out of his head. One day he just, snapped, he needed to see her.
He found her at her mansion, alone. He comes very time he needs her, until he's satisfied.
And, she lets him.
She can't bring herself to stop him. She lets him use her body, lets him take out his anger on her. After all it's her fault.
She killed his wife, she took his wife, she took Roland's Mother.
This morning was no different.
He comes barging in, angry. Just like always.
He walks quickly into the kitchen, hearing the tell tale signs of running water and the light taps of plates. He finds her doing the dishes at the kitchen sink. He grabs her arms roughly, startling her, he drags her upstairs. She follows silently, stumbling slightly up the stair attempting to keep up with him.
She knows what's going to happen. And like always she keeps her mouth shut.
He pushes her through her bedroom door, slamming it shut behind him. He tosses his jacket on the floor, moving to pull off his shirt. Regina crawls onto her bed and pulls her dress over her head.
She undresses quickly, she knows he gets upset if he can't finish things quickly. She doesn't want to anger him more, she loves him.
Everyone she loves always hurts her.
Maybe that's what love is.
Robin's the last straw, she loves him too much to say no. To take something else away from him. She still has the remnants of last week's escapade on her body.
He crawls over her quickly. He doesn't waste time, never does. He avoids her eyes, he never makes eye contact.
It's too personal, intimate, makes him realize what he's really doing.
And he knows, if he looks into her eyes, that he'll see what he's done to her. The normally strong, brave queen with impenetrable walls... broken, sad. With one look into her eyes, he would be able to see all the pain that she can no longer shield, block, hide, bear. He avoids everything that reminds him of who she is, and what she once meant to him... still means to him.
He hides his face in the crook of her neck . Regina closes her eyes tightly, she knows what he's going to do.
He latches on to her neck, biting as if he's trying to kill his prey. Regina lets out a small cry in pain. He's like a vampire clutching onto the neck of his victim, except the pain won't end when he lets go.
It never does.
He thrusts into her, fast, hard, and rough. Just sex and release, well, for him.
It doesn't take him long, he unclamps his teeth from her neck as he lets out a long groan, cumming inside of her. She fights it, she does, but the onslaught of emotions is too much. She lets the tears silently fall down her cheeks, she turns her head to look out the window.
She can feel him scrambling off her body, she can hear the rustling of him putting on his clothes as he leaves her house.
Without a word, because she's not worth it.
She curls into a ball, huddling underneath the blankets. The pain is dull in her mind, it's not what really hurts.
She can't take it anymore.
She needs to leave.
She can't be a sex toy, not for him.
The next day she wakes up early in the morning. She runs to her bathroom, and falls to her knees as the nausea that hit her quickly over takes her.
Regina doesn't think much of it, she figures week's worth of her neglecting her body has finally caught up to her. She brushes her teeth and walks back into her room. slowly getting dressed- ignoring the way she struggles to close the button on her pants- she grabs a suitcase from the back of her closet and packs everything she needs.
She has all the money in an account that can't be traced. She slowly walks to Henry's room, quietly opening the door.
She walks to his nightstand, picking up the small picture frame with great care. She take no notice when tears drop onto the small frame. She traces the outline of Henry's face, smiling as she remembers the picture she took after Henry's 5th birthday.
His smile is wide, happy.
"I'm sorry Henry," she whispers.
She lets out a quiet sob as she takes out the picture, and folds it and places it in her pocket. She already has all of her photo albums in a bag, she takes out her letter for Henry she had written in the morning and places it on Henry's pillow.
"I love you."
She walks out to her car, after placing her things in the trunk she drives to the town line. She looks out and with tears running down her face she crosses the line, and drives until the 'Welcome to Storybrooke' sign becomes a distant memory.
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Hope you liked it! :D