I own no one but my own peoole

A/N this will start out as Hooked Queen and Outlaw Swan (idk why my mind keeps wanting to put Robin and Emma together, they only had seven scenes together and none of them solo) But it will eventually be Outlaw Queen & Captain Swan.

Regina Mills hated being a pirate sometimes.

Well… that wasn't EXACTLY true. She hated being a pirate MOST of the time.

Her fellow ship mates would often laugh, asking how a woman who hated the sea and a pirates life so much could choose to live her life aboard a ship. Too often they forget she didn't so much as choose to be a pirate as she was sold to a merchant ship when she was seven and was forced to spend her life on the ocean for the next twenty years until a storm sank her former home and she washed up on shore of Misthaven wet and cold and all alone.

With no other skills, no other expertease, no other life apart from a seafaring one, she had her options of working in a brothel, letting disgusting men pay to slobber all over her while they stuck their short stubby peckers in her, or go back to the only life she knew.

So she joined up with the Jolly Roger pirate vessel and had been a deckhand for the past three years.

Granted being the only woman on a ship full of insatiable rowdy men wasn't exactly life in a palace. Women on a ship meant bad luck and stormy skies and rocky shores. So, to 'pay' for a woman's sins, the pirate code had written that anyone belonging to the gentler sex couldn't refuse the men that sailed with her so long as she sailed with them freely.

It wasn't as bad as Regina thought it would be. A few men had ordered her to their bed sides, their captain included, but most had respected the brown haired woman. Even admired her in some cases (she had worked a ship for over twenty years after all). Plus, if she had TRULY protested and argued, they would have stopped. She was sure of it...

But nevertheless, unless one of the men claimed her for their own and she claimed them in return, any man that she sailed with had the 'right' to order her on her back.

So tonight, when the great and terrible Captain Hook had ordered her to his chambers to exercise that 'right', she was forced to go along with him.

But that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun...

"You haven't asked me down here in a while," Regina moaned as Hook pushed her up against the wall, attacking her lips with his.

"I wasn't in the mood," Hook panted as he ripped at her coverings.

"And what if I'm," she bit his bottom lip, making him hiss in pain as he yanked away from her. "Not in the mood?"

Hook touched his lip, pulling his hand away to discover a drop of blood. Regina smirked at the one handed man before he grabbed hold of her hair and yanked as hard as he could, exposing her long cream colored neck to him.

"That's too bloody bad isn't it?" he snarled, attacking her throat with his mouth.

Regina whimpered as he sliced her corset open with his hook and his one good hand went to her chest. She yelped as he pinched her nipple, hard, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger and pulling it sharply.

Hook grinned at the brown eyed pirate while she merely glared up at her Captain.

"That put you in the mood, Love?"

Her only response was a hard slap across his face followed by her grabbing the growing bulge between his legs.

"Don't ever do that to me again," Regina warned him over his yell as her dagger like nails dig into his flesh.

Hooks ocean blue eyes darkened with lust. He grabbed hold of her arms and steered her towards his bed.

"I'll do whatever the bloody hell I want with you, Wench," he snarled as he pushed her down on the mattress.

Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist and pulled him on top of her. His kisses were hot, and hard, and desperate as was hers. He tasted like rum and the sea and the shore, a taste she both adored and despised.

Hooks hand went to her leather trousers and yanked them down, making her gasp out loud as one long tough finger found its way inside of her, expertly working his well experienced hand.

"Hook," Regina groaned as the two of them maneuvered both the leather trousers off both Captain and crewman. Her hands ripped at his leather vest, the metal buttons scattering across the room as his cold metal hook ran up her curves, sending shudders over her spine.

Hook wasted no time as his lips left hers and headed for her chest, sucking and licking at her nipple in earnest, his scruff adding a heightened level of pleasure that made her cry out to the heavens.

Regina flipped the two of them so she was on top, yanking his hand from inside her. She grabbed hold of his now rock hard dick already slicked with precum and guided it inside her dripping wet opening.

Regina may have been all but forced to do this, she may have even enjoyed it, especially with the man beneath her, but she refused to let herself be fucked on her back like a whore or on all fours like a hound takes a bitch.

It didn't matter if it was lowly cabin boy or the captain himself. Out on the deck she was a lowly deck hand but when they were inside her, they belonged to her.

She sank down on him with a groan as she put her hands on his chest and began to ride her captain. Slowly at first, squeezing lightly as she moved up and down his entire length, kissing him as he buried his hand in her hair. Brown eyes locked on ocean blue as their pants and gasps filled the cabin.

It could almost be interpreted as intimate and romantic if one had walked in and saw the two pirates moving together…

But, like it always did with the two of them, slow and intimate sex, something almost akin to love making, quickly turned into hard and fast fucking.

Hooks hand went from her hair to her ass, squeezing hard as she rode him faster and harder. Instead of kissing her lips and looking in her eyes he suckled at her breasts, telling her just how incredible her tits were, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive buds.

Regina's own hand traveled down between her legs, rubbing her clit as she bounced up and down on the captains cock, knowing full and well that if she wanted a happy ending she would have to give it to herself.

When Regina knew Hook was close she moved even faster, moving just how she knew her captain liked and sure enough not even two minutes afterwards he spilled his seed inside of her.

She rode out his orgasm, working hard to bring her own pleasure to a satisfying close. She succeeded a minute or so later and finally flopped down beside him, both of them gasping for air.

"Christ, Love," Hook panted after he had caught his breath enough to speak. "What you got between your legs is damn near magic."

Regina just laughed as she sat up in his bed, the sway of the sea gently rocking them. "If I had magic, do you think I would be here with you and this lot?"

Hook just gave her a tired smile as he watched her stand up. He had never once offered the brown eyed woman his bed for the night, not that she would stayed anyway. What happened between them wasn't love, it wasn't romance, it wasn't courting… it was his right as her captain and her duty as his deckhand.

You didn't hold someone you didn't love, you didn't wake up to someone you only used for what was between their legs.

Regina did, however, use his mirror to fix her hair before she went out to face the rest of the crew. She did have SOME dignity after all…

"We should both get some sleep. We should be docking sometime before dawn," Regina reminded him as she combed out her long dark brown almost black locks with her fingers. "Then it's only a few hours ride to the prince and princess honeymoon cottage."

Even those who lived their lives at sea had heard of the grand wedding taking place between the prince Robin Locksley, prince of Nottingham and the princess Emma Swan, daughter to the King and Queen of the northern kingdom just this very week.

The brown eyed woman almost pitied the royals. Forced to wed someone they had never even seen before King David walked his daughter down the aisle. She wanted to laugh; a pirate wench who could be commanded to be with every man who worked on the ship feeling sorry for a prince and princess living in a castle and ruling over all of Misthaven just because they were forced into marriage rather than just forced into sex.

Regina hadn't heard much about the prince and princess. All she knew of Nottingham was it was a very green forest area with thick accents and poorer presents and all she knew of the royal family was that the king HATED pirates and all they stood for.

The older marauders would reminisce about how much easier it was to raid and pillage other ships before King George died. Then King David had increased the Royal Navy by a hundred ships and a thousand men to crew them with the purpose of catching and hanging the pirates that sailed Misthaven's seas. It had made it near impossible to even fly the skull and crossbone flag much less take the treasures of other ships.

The crew of the Jolly Roger was faithful and loyal to their captain… when their captain was delivering fulfilled promises of gold and jewels, that is.

With no ships to board, the influx of gold and silver that kept the crew happy had dwindled to nothing. When they couldn't even afford more than a few glasses of ale apiece when they last docked, the word 'mutiny' had been tossed around by the crew, Regina included.

That was why Hook had devised the devious plan they were currently putting into action.

Robin and Emma had said their wedding vows this very night. While Regina and Hook had laid together the prince and princess were on their way to their honeymoon cottage in the southern kingdom where the fruits were sweet and exotic, the people's skin were brown and kissed by the sun, and the smell of foreign spices lingered heavy in the air.

It was also only right beside a glittering blue sea with pearl white sand and less than three hours ride from the docks.

The pirate crew would ambush the new lovers, unsuspecting and alone, and drag them back to their ship. There, they would hold the newlywed couple for ransom. No Navy ship would fire upon them for fear of harming the prince or princess, even if one family called their bluff, one was just as wealthy as the other. Or best case scenario two royals, double the price.

The crew would be swimming in gold and silver. Regina might even have enough to finally captain her own ship where she would have to lay with no man she hadn't chosen herself.

Just the thought of her freedom from this invisible bondage brought a grin to her face. She must have been smiling wide enough that Hook actually noticed her expression in the mirror.

"Does the thought of kidnapping bring you that much joy, Love?" the captain asked his deckhand with a look she knew meant she might as well not even bother fixing her hair.

"You know me so well," Regina practically purred as she twisted round to face him. Hook's ocean blue eyes traveled up and down her gorgeous figure before settling on her porcelain face, licking his lips all the while.

Regina merely raised a perfectly manicured brow at the captain. "You're really ready to go again so soon?"

"For you, Love? Always."

She held back a sigh of discontent as she walked back over to him, swaying her hips in such a way she knew his eyes were glued to her.

"I told you, we should be resting."

"We should. But…"

"But what?"

Hook wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back onto the bed, burying his hand in her dark hair and pulling her close to him and pressing his lips against hers.

"But I need you right now," Hook whispered to his Queen of the seas.

Regina smirked as she climbed on top of him, kissing him as she ground against him.

Hook may have been Regina's captain, but it was she who owned him…

—-

Good God, did her husband have to stop for EVERY beggar lining the street?

Emma and especially her mother weren't above throwing a few gold coins and coppers at the beggars outside the castle walls while they graced them with a royal smile and a regal wave as they passed on by.

But her husband? He was a whole other breed of generous. He had already given away all the gold and silver they had carried with them and it was all Emma could do to keep Robin from giving away his own crown much less Emma's (he had already given up his woolen green cloak to a mother and a new babe.)

They should have been at their cottage for the start of their oceanside honeymoon hours ago but his insistence that they stopped for every damn peasant on the road had stalled them considerably.

Not to mention it made Emma feel guilty that she couldn't be as generous as the man sitting beside her. Then again Nottingham may have been one of the happiest kingdoms but the crown was in overwhelming debt thanks to how much gold they had given away in order to make the poorfolk happy. So overwhelming in fact that they were about six months from the royal family having to become beggars themselves.

Which was why Robins father had gone to Emma's parents, Snow White and David Nolan, and asked them to accept a contract of marriage. He spun a tale of his son all but bankrupting their kingdom, not from drink or women or needless follies, but by trying his best to bring the poor folks a bit of happiness in their otherwise miserable lives and Robin refusing to punish those who couldn't pay their taxes.

Which had been true. Mostly. The king of Nottingham just so happened to leave out the fact that his vices with gambling and women and drink had been the cause of most of their treasury dwindling. Robin had just tipped the scale to the point of no return.

But the tale of generosity moved the king and queen and they accepted the offer on their daughters behalf. Not to mention for Emma's sake, it was really one of the best offers she had received.

Emma was twenty eight, Robin was only three years her senior and handsome to boot. With dark blond hair and dazzling blue eyes complete with a mischievous smile that always made it appear like he was in on some grand joke, he was incredibly easy on the eyes. Not to mention his entire presence was inviting and kind and respectful, with a warm thick accent as well.

The other princes in the kingdom were… less than desirable, to be kind. If they were good and decent then they were well into their sixties. If they were young and spry and attractive then they were atrociously behaved and hideous to behold on the inside.

Robin was the best of both worlds, Emma realized as she looked over at the man sitting beside her in the carriage. She smiled at her new husband before she reached over and took his surprisingly rough and calloused hand in hers.

Perhaps taking time out of his day to talk to a few peasants wasn't as bad as she thought it was at first…

However kindness and good looks can only go so far. They had tried to talk at the wedding and on the carriage ride to their honeymoon but it had been awkward and forced. Oh sure they told each other about their childhoods and their likes (his was archery, hers was horseback riding) dislikes (greed and dishonor on his end, liars and simply standing still on hers) but there was no real connection. No real spark, no real… anything.

But this was their reality now. Emma was his, Robin was hers and this was going to be their life until they passed into the next world.

"It appears we're here, M'lady," Robin told his new bride as the honeymoon 'cottage' pulled into view.

To call this place a cottage would almost be an insult to its size and stature. At least four stories high with beautiful marble columns, built of polished sea stone, tall glass windows, a slanted deep blue roof, a beautiful wooden balcony that looked out over the ocean… One thing was clear though, it was a 'cottage' fit for a prince and princess.

"Your parents were very generous to allow us the use of their cottage, I shall have to thank them upon our return," Robin said as the carriage pulled right up to the door. Emma said nothing in response and instead just took his outstretched hand to assist her in getting out of the carriage. The sand was warm beneath their feet, the mid afternoon sun was beating down hot and bright on the back of their necks, the smell of the sea and shore surrounded them, bringing a soft smile to Emma's face and a grimace to Robins.

He had grown up in the woods, his castle had been built at the edge of Sherwood Forest and the young prince had spent far more of his time surrounded by the trees and rivers and the earth then he had spent inside stone walls.

He wanted to take the princess to his hunting lodge in Sherwood for their honeymoon. A small little humble log cabin he had helped build himself; it was a cozy simple one room inviting beauty with a fireplace and a feather down bed. The forest was apart of Robin and he wanted to share that with his new bride. But before he could offer it up as a suggestion, Snow had already told the newlyweds that arrangements had been made for them to go to their cottage on the ocean.

Emma, however, had always loved the sea. And if she wanted to spend her honeymoon sitting on a sunny beach besides clear blue water, well, then Robin would do just that,

Neither of them spoke as their footman showed them around the cottage, their minds far away from everything else except what they knew was coming and what they knew was expected of them…

Sure enough when they reached the bedroom, Emma could barely breathe and had to be lightly pushed in by the footman while Robin walked in of his own accord just as stiff as his bride had been.

"And this is the master bedroom," the footman said with a tone in his voice that let the two royals know exactly what was on his mind, a twinkle in his green eyes.

"If that's all, your majesties, I will be leaving the two of you alone now."

Taking their silence as agreement the footman bowed to the two of them and left them alone for the first time since they had met one another at the end of their wedding aisle.

A tension thick as thieves fell over them and an uncomfortable silence surrounded the prince and princess. Emma looked down at the white heels she had worn, smoothing out her white sheath style dress while Robin looked around the empty room, searching for anything remotely interesting enough to hold his attention so he wouldn't have to set his gaze on his equally awkward bride.

"Wine?"

Emma's voice caught his attention and he was forced to look at her for the first time.

"I'm sorry?"

A nervous laugh escaped her as she pointed towards the finest bottle of the purple drink this side of Misthaven that had been set on top of the desk drawer prior to their arrival.

"I'm asking if you would like some wine."

"Oh." A relieved smile broke out on his face. "Yes, of course, I would love a glass. Shall I get one for you too?"

"Yes, thank you."

Robin poured them each a glass of wine, taking a long sip of his before he refilled his and handed the untouched one to Emma.

They both stood there in the middle of the room, slowly sipping their wine, each of them struggling to come up with something to say to the other one and instead nothing but awkward silence.

Emma made her way over to the window and glanced out it for the longest time. Her green eyes swept over the horizon while the sun shined down on the ocean, making the clear blue water glitter like a thousand diamonds.

A grin rose to her face as she put her drink down on the windowsill and rounded on Robin. "Come on."

"Pardon?"

Emma grabbed hold of Robins hand and all but dragged him out of the room. "We're at the ocean, we're not gonna be in this stuffy little room all the time. We're going swimming."

"Um… M'lady, are you sure that's proper?"

"It's our Honeymoon, Robin, the whole point of this is to be improper…"

Not finding really any argument against her words Robin followed her out the back way of the castle then before he could stop her he watched as Emma threw off her dress and kicked off her shoes, leaving her only in a silky white slip.

He watched as she ran along the beach and watched as she dived headfirst into the clear blue water. She swam beneath the waves before she emerged, pushing her hair from her face and motioned for her husband to join her.

Robin took a deep breath, ignoring the voice in the back of his mind telling him that this was not the way a prince behaved, that he was an embarrassment to the throne he would one day take, and disrobed as well, leaving only a pair of forest green shorts. He ran towards the sea, jumping into one particularly large wave and paddling out to meet his beaming wife.

"See?" said Emma as the waves crashed around them. "Isn't this a bit more fun than sitting up in that room?"

"I've never been much a fan of the sea but the water is quite nice," Robin admitted.

A wide grin grew on Emma's face. "Bet I can make it a little bit more nicer." She grabbed hold of his shoulder and nodded out towards a particularly large rock sticking out above the water's surface. "See that rock right there?"

"I do indeed, M'lady."

"Bet I can beat you to it."

"Forgive me, but I thought it was customary that the royal family didn't partake in gambling?"

"It is… go on the count of three?"

Robin just smirked at the blonde. "You're on."

The two lined up as equal as they could before Emma began to count.

"One… two…"

Robin was so focused on the countdown that he didn't notice Emma move closer to him.

Not until she grabbed hold of his shorts and yanked them down anyway.

"Three!" she shouted before paddling as hard as she could while Robin worked on pulling his shorts back over himself.

"You cheat!" he shouted as he finally began his swam towards the rock. He caught up to her easily enough, years of living near a river had made him an excellent swimmer, and as penance for her earlier shenanigans Robin grabbed hold of Emma around her waist and as gently as one could, tossed her over his shoulder, smirking at the loudly shouted protest.

Robin reached the rock several seconds before her and grinned at his wife who swam up to him with a playful scowl.

"I can't believe I married a cheater," she told him with false expression of disbelief.

"Me?" Robin scoffed as if he was offended. "Who was the one who stripped me before it even started? The way I see it, I merely equaled out the equation."

Emma swam closer to her prince and Robin bit his lip as his eyes almost inadvertently wandered over the princess. The sea had made the slip she wore all but invisible and the coldness of the water had made her nipples hard and straining against the silky fabric.

Robin reprimanded himself for eyeballing the blonde before he remembered that they were husband and wife and he had every right to feast upon her beauty.

Emma seemed to notice where his eyes had traveled and she bit her bottom lip, swimming even closer and pressing herself up against him.

"I definitely think a swim was a good idea," she said as she draped her arms around his neck.

A blush crept up his neck as Robin fought to keep his blue eyes on hers.

"Agree, M'lady."

He saw her swallow hard before she reached down and took hold of his hands, placing them on her hips. The two royals made no other move as they stared at one another, lightly bobbing in the clear blue water.

"Call me Emma." She said it so softly it was almost inaudible over the sounds of the waves and the call of the seagulls.

"Okay..." Robin tightened his grip on the blonde and pulled her closer to him. "... Emma."

It had been the first time he used her name. She had always been 'the princess' or 'M'lady' or her official title before.

A soft smile different than all the other times she had smiled at him appeared on her face as she let the sound of her name in his accented tongue roll around in her mind.

She liked it, she decided. She liked it very much as a matter of fact…

A deep breath from the blonde before she bridged that final gap and kissed him.

Her kiss was slow and cautious at first as was his lips against hers, both of them in unfamiliar territory. They were each other's first, after all.

Or so Emma had promised Robin and Robin had told the princess.

Of course when Robins hands lifted her up by her ass and pinned her back to the rock, Emma had a feeling he was being just as secretive about past loves as she had been with him. And when she reached down and gave his manhood a long stroke, the prince knew she was no blushing maid.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him in closer as their kisses upgraded to something more sensual and heavy.

"Robin," Emma groaned as his lips moved behind her ear, kissing and sucking at the pulse point that seemed to be directly connected to that treasure between her legs.

It was amazing. Even soaked in ocean water, her husband still managed to smell like the forests of Sherwood…

"Yes, M'lady?" he breathed as she hooked her ankles into his shorts and pushed them down and off of him while his hands lifted up her slip and tossed it on top of the rock.

"Call me by my name." She moaned loudly as he pawed at her ass. "Call me Emma…"

"Emma," Robin panted, growing hard as her whimpering reached his ears when he reached down between them and rubbed between her legs with one hand while the other groped her breast. "Emma… tell me what you need, Emma."

She didn't want to sound so desperate, she wanted some sort of control and power over him but she found it very hard to concentrate and remember the promises she had made herself when his rough and calloused fingers were encircling her clit.

"You," Emma moaned as she threw her head back, jerking her hips forward, needing everything he had to offer her. "I need you, Robin…"

That was all be needed to hear.

He pushed into her as deep as Emma would allow him. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size before he began to move in and out of her. His lips attacked every inch of skin he could see; her neck, her ear, her lips, wherever made his princess scream to the heavens was where Robin kissed and sucked and nibbled.

"Robin!" Emma gasped, squeezing her thighs together. "Harder! Harder, Robin please!"

She hated begging. She was a princess and princesses did NOT beg, especially in terms of sex but she was too far gone to care about being respectable now…

He did as she commanded, moving inside her harder and faster, finding a rhythm that was driving them both to the brink.

While the waves crashed around them Robin slammed into his bride over and over, faster and faster, her slick wetness surrounding him. It wasn't long before his movements became more erratic, more wild and sure enough moments later he came inside his bride, gasping and calling out her name for all to hear.

After Robin came down from the high of his orgasm he realized that Emma had a slight look of disappointment on her face.

She hadn't cum.

Well… he couldn't very well leave her unsatisfied their first time now could he?

So, after a long hard kiss, he took a deep breath and vanished beneath the waves.

"Robin?" asked Emma with a pant as she looked down at her husband under the surface of the water. "Robin, what are you-?"

Her question was answered just then as she felt him grab her thighs from under the water and put them over his shoulders while he faced towards her.

"Shit!" Emma cried out as he swam up just high enough so his face was out of the water, holding himself up by grabbing two smaller rocks beside the large one he had pinned her against.

"Robin, what the hell are you-? FUCK!"

Emma gripped hold of his hair as he began licking and sucking where his hand had been previously, pulling him closer.

Her blue eyed prince said nothing, instead putting all his focus on alternating between flicking his tongue against her engorged clit and sucking on it, unable to help the prideful smile as Emma screamed his name over and over and over.

He tasted the salt of the sea but more than that he tasted the sweetness of her and the saltiness of him mixed together and that thought alone was already starting to make him hard again.

Only when she came on his tongue, coating his face in her delightful juices and filling his ears with the beautiful sound of her screaming his name, did he finally pull his lips away from in between her legs.

He let go of the rocks that had been holding himself up and immediately dipped beneath the waves, his arms shaking far too much to hold himself up any longer.

Robin enjoyed the feel of the cold clear water surrounding him for a moment before he swam back up taking in a much needed gulp of air.

"Well… for being two complete total virgins I'd say we did alright," Emma said as she had to hold onto the rock to keep herself standing upright.

When Robin looked at her all Emma did was smirk, letting him know that she knew perfectly well he wasn't some virginal prince nor was she the innocent maiden they appeared to be.

"Did you love any of them?" was all Robin asked, surprising the future Queen with his question.

"Here I thought the first question would be 'how many?'," she told him.

Robin just shrugged. "Rather you've had one or one hundred men makes no difference to me, M'lady. So long as I'm your last, I don't care how many men you've had before."

Emma smiled at the rather progressive statement before she wiped some of the sea water from her face.

"I thought I did," she admitted. "I was eighteen, Neal was one of my father's knights. My parents wouldn't have had a problem with the match but he died in battle during the ogres war."

Robin bowed his head out of respect for the fallen knight.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Emma."

She shrugged, trying her best to feign indifference. "I'm fine, it was ten years ago. But what about you?" A sly grin appeared on her pale face. "No man learns how to use his mouth like that without experience."

He chuckled softly and nodded, gazing down at the clear water. "You're right, sadly. When I was a lad of twenty there was a peasant woman who lived on our lands. She was so beautiful," he reminisced fondly. "Beautiful brown skin with curls and eyes to match. My father never would have approved so she and I made plans to run away together, live in a little cottage in the woods, be content with nothing… I would have given up the crown for my Marian in a heartbeat," he admitted. "But one day she was struck down with illness and…" A flash of sorrow overtook him. "She never recovered."

"I'm sorry." She spoke to him with all the sorrow and compassion he had talked to her with.

"Thank you. But… in the interest of being honest, I'm afraid that Marian was not my only love before you."

He said before you. As if he loved me as well. The thought made Emma smile. "You have the heart of a romantic."

"Thank you. But unfortunately this tale isn't as fit for the songs as my first love was."

So Robin told her the story of how three years ago he had ran away from his duty as Prince. Gave up all his claims, his gold, his honor, his duty… He had wanted a life of freedom and choice. He made his way to the docks where he planned to take a ship to a new realm, one where they didn't know of their heroic and honorable deeds of Prince Robin. There, he met a woman.

A shipwrecked woman, stunning to behold, with long silky black curls and brown eyes and porcelain colored skin, a beauty whose figure was such that Kings would have gone to war over. Best of all, she had no idea who he was, having spent most of her life at sea and at docks, never even hearing of Nottingham or Sherwood Forest until he mentioned it to her.

He hadn't told Emma this to make the princess jealous, only to let her know how easy it had been to fall for her spell.

Robin and the woman made love all throughout the night. Afterwards as she laid unclothed in his arms, Robin told her of his hopes and dreams and his fears, to leave Misthaven, to settle down with a wife and children, to settle down with this beautiful brown eyed maid. That was how strongly he had felt about this girl he had met mere hours ago.

Emma laughed at this point and said that it was a pity she had been born with blonde hair and green eyes otherwise she could have gotten him to conquer an entire kingdom just by batting her eyelids.

But the end of the tale had a rather dark ending. His dark haired beauty had promised to run away with him. To get away from her life at sea, to get away from rowdy drunken sailors and salt water and shores. She wanted a small cabin in the forest with the man she loved, with honorable brave sons and at least one kind and loving daughter sired by him, nothing more, nothing less.

Robin promised to take his beauty away. He promised her to give her the life she desired and deserved. He gave her a ring, a crude piece of yellow colored steel that had helped hold up the curtains covering the window of the inn, promising to make her an honest woman.

He went to sleep with his maid in his arms and when he awake that afternoon she was gone. Along with every bit of gold and silver he planned to use to pay the ship's captain.

Emma had laughed again. Told her as sorry as she was, it was really his fault for trusting a woman he hardly knew. For proposing marriage to someone when he didn't even know her name.

Robin balked at that insinuation. Told the blonde as much. He had known her name, had known everything about her, she hadn't lied about her story. He was the one who had lied, keeping his royal title out of the conversation. But he did know her. And he did know her name.

Regina, Robin told his bride. Her name was Regina…

Please Review!