(A/N: Hello! So, a lot of my ideas, whether it be from the message, one lyric, or even just if I heard it at a particular time come from music. My two multichapter fics both have titles that come from songs and had some inspiration from those songs as I wrote them. Because this happens pretty frequently, I just decided to make this series of oneshots that will be based on or take some inspiration, great or small, from songs and music. They'll vary in ratings, can be AU or regular/canon divergence, include other minor characters or not, but they will ALWAYS be OutlawQueen and they will always be inspired by music, so hopefully y'all will like any future ones I put up. )

Song Inspiration: "Jealous" by Nick Jonas (cover by Ali Brustofski)

Set: Missing Year

Plot: Regina sees Robin and another woman and gets stark-raving jealous.

Rating: T (With maybe a pinch of M)

Dedication: For the Hook to my Hood. ILY, girl!

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Once Upon A Time', nor the song 'Jealous'. This is written purely for fun.

Rage is an affliction more than a feeling.

At least it always had been for Regina.

She could feel her pulse quicken, her heart pound against the confines of her chest like a rabid animal trying desperately to escape it's cage. A thin layer of sweat would develop on her forehead, as if the anger burning in her mind was enough to heat her outer appearance. She could sense the apples of her cheeks redden to match her painted lips. Her jaw would clench to the point of pain, the same sensation would occur when her hands curled into white knuckled fists, nails sinking into the delicate skin of her palms. Any hairs covering her body would stand up straight, as if they were soldiers ready to engage in an epic war.

The targets of her rage had always been related, in some way, to Snow White. The princess' oaf of a husband or annoyance of a daughter, Regina's own black knights when they failed to capture Snow decades ago, pawns like Sidney or Graham for stepping out of line, ruining her chances of enacting revenge on her long-time nemisis, and the occasional peasant who (wrongly) thought remaining silent on a hiding Snow's location was bravery as opposed to stupidity.

But, as she stood in one of the vast hallways of the castle in the Enchanted Forest, where Regina and other inhabitants of Storybrooke were cursed to nearly six months prior, the object of her fury was not related to her step-daughter.

No, this was the fault of another pest. Damn that thief for constantly stealing her attention.

Robin Hood was leaned up against a wall, inches, not even feet like a decent human being, away from Red Riding Hood. Chatting, laughing, touching one another, the Queen watched the wolf reach out and place her palm flat against the outlaw's chest, while she released a giggle. One that Regina thought would surely cause her ears to bleed.

The paw dropped and Regina felt her shoulders sag, involuntarily. Until the thief, that wretched man that smelled of forest and who had invaded her home, her missions, her thoughts, her dreams, used his nimble, archer fingers to push a piece of fallen brunette hair back under the former waitress' red cloak.

If rage could cause a person to explode, Regina Mills' remains would have been scattered all around the corridor at that very moment.

Charging towards the pair, so snuggly ensconced in their conversation that they didn't notice the Queen's presence until she spoke, Regina had thought about incenerating both of them, having one of the Dwarves sweep up the ashes, and just be done with the rage once and for all.

"I didn't realize we were allowing pets in the palace," Regina commented, tone miraculously considering she could feel every vein beneath her skin pulsating.

Red rolled her eyes, lolling her head to the side, her glare settled on Regina, "Well, we obviously allow bitches."

Regina wanted to strangle her with that red hood she wore. Her voice rose with every word as she hissed, "Have some respect! I am your Queen-"

"Queen, Mayor, what's the next title you'll trick people into giving you, huh?"

"Trick?!" Regina roared, her throat a blaze with all the words that she was choking back. For this mutt to insinuate that Regina had chosen to become Queen of this blasted land all those years ago, as if she lobbied for the position as opposed to being forced into a loveless marriage, it took all her strength not to rip out her heart and feed it to her like Puppy Chow.

Robin, who had remained unbearly silent during the interaction, finally cleared his throat, tearing Regina's attention away from his corridor hussy, "Ladies, there is no reason why we cannot cohabitate peacefully. We have enough to agonize over thanks to this green witch-"

"Yes, her sister!" Red bellowed, finger pointing towards the Queen, "Because, apparently, one psycho sorceress in a family isn't enough."

Regina's lips manipulated into a bitter smirk, "Dear, you must not have met my mother during her time in Storybrooke."

"The mother who kidnapped Archie and killed Snow's friend? Which you aided her in, in case you forgot."

"Oh, yes, your saintly Snow White who tricked me into killing my own mother. And I'm sorry, wolf, do you mean to tell me that you have never taken a life?"

"Regina.." Robin had began, Regina noticing from the corner of her eye that he was rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous energy flooding from his body language.

Ruby narrowed her dark eyes, nostrils flaring, "You destroyed the lives of an entire kingdom!"

"And I don't regret a damn minute of it because it led me to my son!" Regina snarled, her heart hammering against her chest, visions of Henry being the only restraint keeping her from eviscerating Granny's heir.

"And where is he now, Regina? Sure as hell not with you. You don't know what love is and you never will," Ruby sneered, crossing her arms in front of her chest, an arrogant smile creeping across her lips.

Regina saw red.

No, not the pathetic, insolant, flusy of a creature in front of her- the color red. It had blinded her vision, washed over her nerves, invaded her lungs, punctured the darkened organ others called a heart- it was all consumed by red.

Red truly was the color of rage.

Regina thrusted her arm out, with such a force she surely thought she would dislocate her shoulder, but it didn't matter. All that had been important was ridding herself of red, color, feeling, and person.

Ruby was tossed high and flung across the corridor, her head colliding against the castle's stone wall with a harsh thud that brought a smile to Regina's face.

The Queen's fingers shook as they curled into a tight fist, the effects of the simple gesture showing immediately when Red began to claw at her throat, gasp after gasp creaking out of her mouth.

"Regina, enough!" Robin growled, then grabbed Her Majesty's wrist, pushing it down and forcing her magical hold on Ruby to be alleviated, the wolf crashing to the ground, scrambling for air.

Then he, that self-righteous, infuriating forest floor crawler, with eyes blue enough for Regina to drown in them, had the nerve, the gall, and walked over to where the mutt was coughing and sputtering dramatically.

He placed a hand on her back, the other grasping her elbow as he assisted her to her feet, murmuring nauseating sentiments of "Are you alright?" and "Is there anything I can get you?"

"Get. Out."

Regina, herself, hadn't even been sure that she had actually muttered the words. Her voice was barely audible, an eery, intense whisper, a product of the emotions, that damn rage, swelling within her to a breaking point.

Robin's head snapped up to meet her eyes, his own softened as he removed a hand from Ruby's elbow. How nice of the thief to keep his PDA to himself for once. "Regina-"

"GET OUT OF THIS DAMN CASTLE!" Regina roared, vocals chords straining against the volume and ferocity of her scream.

"This is Snow and Charming's castle. Face it, Regina, you have nothing," Ruby, scratchy voice and skin just beginning to color again, managed to taunt.

You. Will. Not. Cry, Regina told herself as she felt the familar sting against her pupils, moisture collecting as Red's words hit her as rough as the wolf had, moments ago, hit the wall.

She couldn't stop herself from allowing her eyes drift to Robin, but his head had gone in Ruby's direction, already.

Like any dignified Queen, she sucked in a subtle breath, then proceded to glide past the pair, stopping, briefly, when Robin - when the outlaw - called her name.

"It's Your Majesty," She corrected, adding as much bite to her speech as she could as her vision was flooded by tears, keeping her back to him. "And if you call me anything different, I will pierce your tongue with those sticks of yours. Understood?"

She refused to wait for a response, knew that she had to evacuate the space before her body could inadvertanly release a tear. Gods knew that the thief would probably want to attend to his girlfriend, anyway.

So Regina marched off, heels slapping the floor, eyes trained in front of her, desperately trying to ignore the torturous tightening in her chest and the violent churning of her stomach that threatened to release all of it's contents from breakfast that day and the heavy weight her tongue had suddenly felt pressured down by and, by Gods, especially the droplet of salt-slicked water that cascaded down her cheek before she could even reach her chambers.

Rage was an affliction more than an emotion.

But emotion was more deadly than any affliction that could plague Regina.

She hadn't understood what had prompted her inexplicable rage towards Robin - No! The thief, she berates herself - and his tryst with the flea-ridden tramp in the hallway. They were not a couple, they were nothing. She had made that explicitly clear to him, on more than one occasion, whether his gaze had lingered too long when they played with his son, or when he would become too defensive of her, concerned for her safety during round table meetings.

Other than not wanting to see two, dirty hoodlums fornicating in the corridors of her castle, she had no right to the immense rage that had boiled within her at the sight.

But rights be damned because she had been filled with rage and it still thrummed through her as she stewed in her chambers, growling outloud every few minutes and summoning a fireball, unfinding a trinket that could burn nicely afterward, every time a tear squeaked out of the corner of her eyes.

Despite her previous words to him, that damned outlaw with beautifully built, muscular arms and whose mere voice had the ability to soothe her in numerous situations, she had thought he still had feelings for her. That they had an unspoken agreement that, whatever the thing was that was between them, it remained intact, just not acted upon.

Perhaps it had just been her.

Perhaps he had never had feelings for in the first place. Maybe he had just found her physicaly attractive and had wanted to bed her, that's all? It certainly wouldn't have been the first time. The wolf had said Regina wasn't loveable...

No. The whole thing was absurd. She refused to give merit to the words of a mutt, nor did she believe that the moments - time, not moments, not something to be treasured, Regina! - she had spent with the archer had been in the vain of getting into her knickers. Not when she could remember how he smiled at her, listened to her, in rare opportunities, touch her, not with force or expected passion, but with gentleness and delicacy.

The way he had touched Red in the hallway.

She was about to conjure another fireball, even without an intended target for her physical manifestation of anger, when there was a furious rapping at her bedroom's entrance.

Snow White, no doubt, Regina had predicted in her head, cursing the princess and her endless , abhorrent child rearing questions. "Regina, how often does a newborn sleep throughout the night? Should I breastfeed or use milk in place of formula? When Henry was a baby, was there a specific way you held him to keep his head from misshapening?"

"I do not wish to be disturbed," She bellowed, hoped that with enough intensity behind her voice, Snow would seek her answers elsewhere.

Instead, her door flew open and in walked none other than the thief.

"How in the hell did you gain access to my room?" Regina demanded, incensed.

"I'm a thief, Your Majesty," He spewed the moniker with vile repulsion and that's when she noticed the rigidness of his body, his blue eyes clouded by a darkened hued, and his fists clenched at his sides. "I'm quite skilled at getting in where I don't belong."

"And aren't wanted," Regina reminded, hatefully, turning her back to him so she could swallow the lump growing in her throat without the cast of his stare - or, glare, actually - on her. "Leave."

"No."

How'd dare he?!

Regina whirled around, hands finding purchase on her hips as her jaw clenched, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Your Majesty."

Her eyebrows perched and she slunk forward with two steps, positioning herself precariously, meancingly close to him, "Tread very carefully, thief. I believe you saw what I did to your mistress earlier, no? Speaking of, didn't anyone ever teach you that beastiality is a crime?"

He laughed. A bitter chuckle that reverberated through his throat as he kept his eyes trained on hers, "And you know about my supposed relations with Red, how?"

Regina scoffed, he clearly mistook her for an imbecile, which she, most definently, was not, "Please, you couldn't have gotten closer today if you had tried," she shook off the wash of disgust that took over her, and snapped, "Your incessant touching wasn't quite subtle enough, dear. I hope she doesn't shed-"

But her insult had been callously interrupted as Robin had quickly used one hand to bind her wrists together, in his palm, in front of her, then spun her around and yanked her flush up against him.

"This all-telling 'touching', Your Majesty," Robin hissed, his lips a hair shy from the shell of her ear, his warm breath and gravel voice sending an unintended shiver racing down her spine as he pulled her impossibly closer, "Was it like this?"

Regina was rendered speechless. She couldn't think, much less speak in response to him, to his body molded arounded hers, his mouth just inches from her own, him distractingly, teasingly rubbing circles into the top of one of the two hands he was gripping at her abdomen.

"Was it like this?" He murmured once again, using his free hand to trace up the bare skin of her arm, slowly. Then, as he reached her shoulder, his fingers dipped, trailing across her collarbone at the same sluggish pace, his trimmed nails gently skimming her skin. She fought to withhold a moan, catching it in her throat as he whispered, "Or was it more akin to this, Your Majesty?"

She leaned back into his touch, her head resting back against his chest, feeling lightheaded from the sensations he was evoking from her. He lowered a single finger into her cleavage, but stopped where her corset had begun, dragging the digit back up her chest.

Her moan could no longer be restrained and when the sound escaped her, his hips bucked forward, an innate hardness straining against her ass, the feeling of which forced her to bite down on her lower lip to keep some semblance of self control.

He groaned, his mouth reaching, covering the small space that had separated it and her ear as he said, "Did I touch Red like this in the hallway, Your Majesty?", then he sunk his teeth down into her lobe in a quick nip, surprising her enough to gasp.

His hand stopped their ministrations across her chest, flittering back down her arm, until he reached the side of her waist and he drug his hand, palm against the gown she donned, down her waist, curving over her hip, to her thigh, the path leaving scorch marks on Regina's skin, even through the layered material of her dress.

His hand was dangerously close to her rear and Regina rounded her hips, in some seduction-induced hope that the action would move it there.

Instead, Robin chuckled darkly in her ear, "You maddening, impulsive, gorgeous woman, how could you possibly think I could ever even want to touch another like this, Regina?"

Her name. That's what did it.

She broke free from his embrace, swiveling around on her heel, grabbing at the collar of his tunic, then she pulled and tugged until his lips crashed right onto hers.

Regina's mouth opened immediately under the coverage of his, accepting his tongue into her moist cavern, allowing her teeth to scrape over the intruder once, twice, three times before he cocked his head more to the side, allowing her further access past the entrance of his lips.

As the liplock continued, a passionate concoction of heat, spit, and tongue, Regina's hands snaked from his clothes up to his hair and she yanked on the short length, grinning against his kiss as Robin moaned wantonly from the action. His hands, meanwhile, had finally captured her derrière, squeezing as he brought her closer, nearly lifting her off the ground.

However his touch left her behind nearly as soon as it had reached it, his hands, instead, cupping her face as he took a step back, breaking the kiss.

Regina was breathing heavily and wasn't particularly demure about it, smirking, in fact, when she saw the ring of red that had been transferred over to Robin's mouth from her lipstick, decorating the stubble that surrounded his lips. But she was impatient and aroused and wanted him so she went to close the godforsaken inch or so he had put between them.

He kept her at arms length, staring down at her, her face in his hands, eyes darting back and forth with an unreadable expression on.

"What?" Regina finally huffed, determining whether to distangle herself from his touch altogether.

"How," He bent down and placed a kiss to the tip of her nose, "can", a kiss to her left cheek, "the", right cheek, "most", cupid's bow, "brilliant", a peck to the lips, "powerful", chin, "sexy", left jawbone, "caring", right jawbone, "infuriating", a chortle against the kiss placed to her forehead, "woman I've ever met," he dipped his head to her neck, dropping a series of smooches, "be jealous?"

"I was not jealous," Regina panted, having half the mind to push him away and tell him so, more forcefully, but he had discovered the point of her pulse fairly fast and the light suction he was applying, mixed with the jet of his soothing tongue, and that half of her mind (and her lower extremeties!) had won out.

Robin retracted his lips from her neck, not without one, last generous lick, but retract, nonetheless, and Regina thought she would scream in anguish until she was momentarily stunned by the gaze he had bestowed upon her.

"You, Your Majesty," And she rolled her eyes because, Gods, he was never going to let that go, "are so unfathomably loveable and it's quite disheartening that you let the words, the untrue, biased words, of another affect you so."

Regina's mouth parted slightly before she pursed her lips, "No one loves the Evil Queen, Robin."

He smiled, dimples etched into his skin as if someone painted them on (Why can't he just shut up and kiss her again?! Her body wanted to plead) and he shook his head, "No, but many people love Regina."

"Like who?" She guffawed, because not one name could come to mind.

"Your son," She nearly choked at his mention of Henry, her eyes immediately flooding with tears, his thumb reaching up and flicking a drop of her cheeks, "My son..."

A juxtaposition to the unbearable ache that Henry brought about, the mention of Roland of Locksley brought an unweighted grin to her face, visions of the judgementless, enthusiastic child whom had clung to her since she saved him, those six months ago, from one of her wicked sister's flying monkeys. He had been her one light throughout the darkness that was her life without her son.

His father hadn't hurt, either.

"And me," He whispered, so softly that Regina had been sure she had mistaken him, but then he smirked, ducking his head so that his forehead rested against her, "Which I made perfectly clear for Ruby to know after you stormed off."

She wanted to laugh, wanted to giggle at the silly, unexpected man who had somehow taken her petulant outburst over another woman and made it, effortlessly, so that she felt like the only one in the entire world. But all she managed to mumble was a "How?"

Robin's brow furrowed and she continued, trying to hide her face to avoid his eye contact, but he had reeled back and now held her chin, keeping her gaze on him, "All we have done the past six months is bicker and argue and I pushed you away, told you that this would never happen.. How can you possibly love me?"

"Milady, what you saw as bickering, I saw as the most excited and exhilerated and, dammit, alive, that I have ever felt. Where you saw arguing, I saw explosions of color, impressing me, challenging me, arousing me," He took the opportunity to playfully grind his hips against hers and she moaned in delight, "Regina, when you told me that we would never be together, it made me more determined, not to win your heart, but to show you your own. To remind you how important you are, how wanted you are, how loved you are."

"You could throw me through that door right now and say to never touch you again and I would abide, but I would never halt in my efforts to make you see that you are worth so much more than you can possibly imagine."

She couldn't take it anymore. His passion, his love, for her was too much and she reached up, connecting their lips once again, releasing a sob, of left over, misplaced jealousy towards Ruby, of sadness and grief for her absent son, of glee and gratitude for the unexpected light that was Roland, and, especially, of happiness and love for the man whose lips were hungerily matching her own.

Later, as they laid in bed, draped in silk sheets, covered in a film of sweat, and tangled around one another's limbs, with Robin twirling a lock of her hair around her index finger and her tracing the outline of his lion tattoo (that she hadn't seen until they had divested each other of their clothes that night) on his foreman with hers, Regina realized:

Rage is more of an affliction than a feeling.

But the feeling of love can be the cure to anything that ailed you.