This is the first time I'm writing Regina and Robin and you'll immediatly get hit with smut. :-)

I couldn't resist. This idea jumped into my head and my muse didn't stop pestering me.

I hope you enjoy.

She didn't know how they even ended up here. In her room. His body pressing her against the wall. But it felt so good, it felt so right and she hadn't felt like that in a very long time.

The smell of forest surrounded her, the first thing she had registered when she had met him.

His smell, and his eyes, and this accent.

She had been annoyed. Annoyed that her magic hadn't worked against this flying creature but that he had been able to hit it with an arrow and then she actually wanted to help her up and he hadn't even showed a little of respect towards her, he hadn't even been a little frightened that he had been standing before the Evil Queen, the Queen who had wanted him dead or alive.

And that had annoyed her too. Because she was the Evil Queen. Everyone in the Enchanted Forest should be afraid of her.

But he hadn't been.

And on some level that had intrigued her, had sparked her interest. Because he was the first man she couldn't intimidate.

She had insulted him over and over again, had tried to push down the unwanted feelings that were rising up in her, the unwanted heat she was feeling every time he was near her. Because the Evil Queen couldn't condescend to feel attracted to an outlaw who smelled like forest.

Until the one day she had surprised him as he had washed himself at the river they had been resting at. She had just wanted to have a few minutes to herself but then she had seen him standing at the riverside, his shirt lying on the rock beside him as he had been splashing water against his chest and she couldn't look away, watching fascinated the play of his muscles over his back, feeling the first tug of arousal spreading through her body until he straightened and her eyes had fallen on the tattoo on his wrist.

A lion tattoo.

The air had left her lungs, black spots appearing at the edge of her eyes as she had stumbled against the tree, her gaze being glued to the black tattoo on his skin. Believing that her eyes had been deceiving her.

Maybe it really had been inevitable that they would end up here. At this point.

"Stop thinking, majesty."

His voice rasped against her skin, his hand trailing down her chest, his fingers slipping under her dress, caressing her already stiff nipple, tugging it gently, making a moan slip over her lips.

Wrapping her hands around his neck, she yanked him forward, kissing him aggressively, not wanting to let him take over the control but he leaned back, his hand pushing her dress down, revealing her breasts to his eyes and touch.

"Just be, Regina." His mouth trailed along her jaw, his tongue flicking over her skin, his lips skimming along her neck, deeper and deeper, until his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking it in, his tongue twirling around the hard peak and suddenly his hand was bunching her dress up, his fingers slipping along her thigh, sliding under her panties, finding her already wet and hot for him.

She felt his growl against her nipple as he pushed a finger into her, pumping it in and out, making her grip him even tighter. He worked her over, adding a second finger, his thumb brushing over her clit, drawing lazy circles over it and before she could comprehend it he pushed her over the line, the climax hitting her hard, her walls clenching his fingers and he chuckled against her skin, his fingers slipping out of her.

"That's the way to go, your Majesty."

She wanted to slap him, wanted to slap the cocky grin off his face but she couldn't lift her arm and he wouldn't have given her a chance anyway, his hands busy with removing her dress and without realizing what she was doing she reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, her hands roaming over his naked chest.

Bending down, he wrapped an arm around her knees and hauled her up into his arms, his muscles straining and she stiffened, suddenly wondering if it was too much too soon.

"Just let go."

And she finally did. Letting go of the last remnants of the Evil Queen, leaving only Regina behind.

He was laying her carefully down on the bed, standing up to get rid of his pants and she watched him hungrily, her stomach clenching as he stood naked in front of her, all lean muscle and scarred skin, his arousal springing forward and she inhaled a sharp breath, wanting him so much that she had to restrain herself not to grip him hard and just force him to get into her. She knew he wouldn't relent to that. Could see it in his gaze that he wanted to take his time with her and his eyes roamed over her body, making her nipples stiffen even more

"You are a beautiful woman, Regina." He lowered himself beside her, his hand hovering over her breast, waiting, watching her, until he stretched out a finger and brushed it over her nipple, his mouth tilting up into a smile as she shivered under his touch. "Let me cherish you."

Her heart slammed into her throat as she saw the love shining in his eyes but before she could say anything he slipped down her body, settling himself between her legs, his tongue darting out and licking through her folds, flicking over her clit before he plunged it deep into her and she fisted the sheet, arching her hips into him, a whimper escaping her as he found his way back to her clit, his tongue teasing her sensitive spot while two fingers slipped into her, pumping in and out and she felt the release building up in her but he stopped suddenly and she wanted to scream, wanted to demand of him to finish what he had started.

But before she could shoot a scathing remark in his direction, he towered over her, his tip pushing against her and her fingers let go off the sheet, tightening around his wrists as he pushed slowly into her, giving her time to adjust to his thickness and her breath hitched in her chest as he was completely in her, thick and long, stretching her.

"You are so tight, majesty." His lips brushed over hers as he started to rock his hips back and forth and she couldn't utter a word, couldn't say anything. "It's been a while since the last time?"

She tried to scold him, tried to find it in her to tell him that he was a fool and that she had slept with hundreds of men before him but he quickened his pace, pulling one of her legs up and wrapping it around his waist, hitting her even deeper, making it impossible for her to form one coherent thought.

"God, Regina. You feel fantastic around me."

His voice was husky with arousal and he didn't stop telling her how good she felt, how great it was to feel her walls gripping him so tightly and she couldn't bear it any longer, a flick of his finger over her clit being enough to shoot her over the edge and she clenched around him, her walls fluttering as the orgasm rushed through her and he kept pushing into her. Once, twice, until he stiffened, his hips jerking forward one last time as he followed her, spurting his release into her.

Afterwards she was lying in his arms, her head buried against his chest and a part of her wanted to retreat, wanted to slip back into her Evil Queen persona but Robin somehow sensed it and just tightened his arm around her, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

"You are not going anywhere, majesty. You are staying right where you are. Right where you belong."

She wanted to object but his hand trailed down her spine and she couldn't find it in her to leave his warm embrace, relaxing into him and closing her eyes.

Maybe he was right. Maybe she was right where she belonged.

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And not eight hours later I have decided to write more OQ and this is going to be a one-shot collection. My muse insisted. :-)

The next chapter is going to be very naughty. If you have read the Crossfire series ... that's the kind of naughty I'm talking about.