This has been bouncing around my head since NYCS, but it came back with a vengance this week. And this bit of twistedness was born and posted so it can leave me alone. I blame my obsession with "Give You What You Like" by Avril Lavigne.

Takes place after the events of "The Tower" and assumes Regina and Robin have already been sleeping together.

"I love you."

His breath was hot against her ear. His lips had just trailed their way up her neck, and it took her a moment to break from the sensations and realize what he had just said.

"Don't," she replied, pushing him away.

"Don't what?" He questioned back, so earnestly and sincerely that she was tempted to take away his voice.

"Bother. My legs are open, I'm wet and willing. Lying to me is just unbecoming."

Slight surprise at her bitterness crossed his face and he took her hands in his own. The gesture was far too intimate. It made her stomach churn.

"I'm not lying. I love you Regina."

She snatched her hands away in disgust.

"Well don't."

He raised his eyebrow in question, so she clarified.

"Don't love me. There isn't anything to love."

The hard, disgusted look in her eyes completely disturbed Robin. He couldn't believe the words falling from the lips of the woman he so desperately loved.

He cautiously returned to his position on top of her. Since she laid back down and said nothing else, he took it as an invitation to speak again.

"That is completely untrue."

He attempted to meet her eyes, but she was avoiding his gaze. After giving up that futile effort, his lips began to roam her body, whispering between soft kisses.

"I love you."

His words were like flames searing her flesh in every spot he uttered them. That he, the man with the lion tattoo, who once could have been her true love, was making such proclamations only added to the pain. Time and time again she learned the lesson that she was not a woman to be loved. That the sight of the thief made her heart beat faster (for reasons wholly unrelated to their carnal activities), did not change the fact that villains did not get happy endings.

The words were too much to bear. She felt as though he had a grip on her heart, and with every syllable he was getting dangerously closer to crushing it.

"Just stop talking and fuck me."

Her harsh tone persuaded Robin to give up.

"Oh and Robin," she added softly, almost sounding genuinely sweet.

He was careful not to get his hopes up, and was rewarded for his caution by the rapid change in her eyes. There was something maniacal about her gaze.

"Make it hurt."

Not what I would call my best work, but I would still appreciate anyone who drops a review, regardless of how critical it is. :)