What won't I do for you guys?

Much like our hero, I'm stealing. Only it's time, from my job, because I'm editing and posting this during office hours.

Sue me (please don't).

My boss is literally right behind me, sitting on her desk, and I'm being so bold while she reads another story (this time an official one) I wrote for work.

ANYWAY, here I am with a new piece. This is, yes, part of the "Yes, Your Majesty" story-line. But it can absolutely stand alone. It will be a multichapter, but hey! It's already finished!

(Celebrates in silence because I'm at work and I'm a professional.)

The chapters won't be too long, and it won't be many. But I do hope you enjoy them.

Please, please, tell me what you think!

Much love!

Robin Hood descended the carriage and held out his hand to help the Queen.

He was still a little more than mildly annoyed that their solo trip to King Midas' castle had been hijacked by Jiminy Cricket. He had planned that to perfection: volunteering to go on the trip to act as the head of Regina's personal guard was the perfect excuse. The journey from one castle to another was long enough for them to engage in some highly satisfying activities, a flick of his Queen's wrist and the guards and coaches outside would have no idea he was making Her Majesty moan in pleasure.

It had been two weeks since they were able to find some time alone. This secret affair was starting to go from exciting and mind blowingly satisfying to exciting, mind blowingly satisfying and, if he didn't get at least an hour alone with her as soon as possible, screaming-your-throat-out frustrating.

He looked at the walls of the castle and to the guards standing at the gate. There was Elias, and beside him, Leonard. He knew most of them by name, from the time he had pulled that incredible heist. Of course, none of them knew him, so he pretended he did not know all the corridors like the palm of his hand.

"Beautiful day!", Jiminy exclaimed, perching himself on Robin's shoulder. He had to remind himself that the cricket was there representing Snow White and Prince David and to advise Regina, and that he was a good soul, so he resisted the urge to flick him off.

He didn't know he had ruined Robin's best chance of exhilarating secret carriage sex. It wasn't his fault.

Regina's gloved hand touched his, and she descended the carriage, her chin high, expression set for business, eying the guards that knelt at her feet, the deep red velvet of her dress shimmering under the sun, her hair swept to one side, her lids painted dark and her lips a soft, almost innocent color. Black eyes piercing, the crown on top of her head looking like it was part of her body, so well she wore it.

God, he adores this woman.

She let go of his hand and started to walk the path adorned with a royal blue carpet and flowers (King Midas obviously wanted to please her), and he moved to follow, the Black Guards following his command (go figure).

Robin Hood would never complain if he had to forever walk behind her. As long as he could watch those hips swaying left and right and plan where exactly he would place his hands and fingers later, he was happy.

"Her Majesty Queen Regina", announced a man with booming voice. "Of the Enchanted Forest!"

The gates opened and all sorts of servants, subjects, dukes, workers and advisers bowed to her.

A small boy suddenly broke away from behind his mother's legs – who, by the looks of her and the women beside her, worked in the palace's kitchens – and walked to her.

Looking down to the boy, Regina's face was curious.

After a few moments, the boy managed the courage to look up at her face and, with cheeks tinted in a deep blush, offered her a daisy.

Robin looked at his Queen. The side of her face was visible to him, and he saw the pain of the absence of her son flaring up. All he wanted to do was walk the four steps to her and hold her hand.

But she smiled and crouched down to be closer to the boy's level. He was perhaps a year younger than Roland.

"Why, thank you", she said, her voice velvety and it should not trigger those desires inside of him. She was talking to a child, for heaven's sake. "And what is your name?"

"I'm James", the boy told her, his cheeks still that adorable shade of red. "Like Snow White's husband."

"Oh!" Regina chuckled. "That's true. Well, are you very smart, James?"

A smile threatened to break out and he nodded once, proud.

"Good. Than maybe you can represent the name better than he can, huh?"

She winked at him and got back up. Robin watched the boy run back to his mother, a full grin taking over his face, now.

"My Queen. What a pleasure to see you once again."

Regina looked at the King, thanked him for receiving her. Midas' daughter walked further, and smiled at Regina as if they knew each other. Coming towards her, they exchanged a quick embrace and walked together, arms linked, leading the way towards the room where their meeting would take place. Robin followed close behind, as did the King's own adviser and personal guard.

The meeting was, as he had predicted, long and boring. Sure, he got to sit next to her and, yes, occasionally, when no one was looking (he made sure of that), he grazed his fingers up and down her thigh just to make her squirm a bit. But they both had to concentrate on the pressing matter at hand. Securing their alliance was easy, the strategy part against the green witch was the long and boring one.

Some two or three hours later, maybe longer, they all rose and went to dinner. Robin sat beside her once more, and was listening to her tell him she wished to leave half an hour after the supper, if he could please let the guards know, when King Midas decided to be a gossip.

"So, Robin", he said, cutting into his venison meat. "You are new to the Queen's guard, are you not?"

"Yes, Your Majesty", he answered. He did not like this King much.

"Robin is new to our kingdom. Our paths crossed once, when we came back. He and his men were helpful in getting our castle back", Regina offered, not looking at him, and he wanted to bite her lips and the skin of her neck.

"Oh, so you lead an army?"

"You could say that, yes", Robin smiled, taking a sip of wine.

He had been introduced as Robin of Locksley, his more infamous, popular 'Robin Hood' monicker not mentioned for diplomatic and political reasons.

They talked, they praised, they asked polite questions, they ate, they drank, they fake laughed. Regina, however, did not bother to try too hard. She mocked and sassed the King more than anything, that ironic smile of hers – the one that used to drive him mad with anger before he found out that other side of her and just how deeply and strongly his feelings towards her would run – unforgiving.

When, finally, it was all over, all the goodbyes were made and the King had presented Regina with an awful gold necklace to seal their renewed alliance, Robin helped her back into the carriage and walked in behind her, the cricket on it's place on his shoulder. One of the guards closed the door behind him, and they were off.

"There, you can trade this for a week or two worth of provisions for the villagers, can't you?" she said, tossing the ugly necklace on his lap, cracking her neck, taking the crown off her head, sighing with exhaustion. He threw it carelessly into his pocket.

"How generous, milady."

"If you'll excuse me, I think I'll travel back with the coach. It's such a wonderful night to be inside", said Jimminy, hopping out the window.

"Well," said Robin, closing the latch. "Alone at last."

Regina smiled, leaning forward to take her shoes off.

"Yes, well, keep your hands to yourself", she whispered in his face when he also leaned forward in his seat to catch her lips in his, since her face was right there. "He can hop back in any minute."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take", he said, pecking her lips and marveling at how quick his blood would run and how fast his body would respond to her. "Or you could just seal him out."

"And that wouldn't raise suspicion at all. 'My, my, I wonder why The Evil Queen sealed herself in the carriage with Robin Hood'. No."

She threw her hair back to the other shoulder, sitting back against the plush seat and crossed one leg over the other, raising her hand to the curtain and peeking outside the window as if his presence didn't affect her, and he just needed her. He was about to punch a hole in the ground that would take him to Neverland if he didn't get her. Now.

"You can wait till we get home", she licked her lips and smiled at him in that way she knew, she knew it made him go crazy. "Can't you?"

"I've been waiting for two weeks, now." His voice was almost dangerous and he drummed his fingers on his own thighs, trying to distract himself.

Regina raised her shoulders as if to say "what can we do".

Robin sighed and smiled too sweetly at her, as if he accepted her decision, and raised his hand to hers.

Surely imagining he wanted to just hold her hand, she held out her fingers and he took hold of them, pulling her to him, making her gasp and hold out her other hand, bracing herself against his chest. Sliding on the seat to better accommodate her on top of him, he sighed when his skin tingled deliciously when he felt her weight on top of him, after a ridiculous amount of time.

"Robin! What are you doing?!"

"I'm losing my mind, love", he breathed against her neck, nibbling on skin and closing his fists on the fabric of her dress and her hair, pressing her to him. "Two bloody weeks, I'm going crazy."

Regina, he could tell, was torn between the feeling of him finally pressed against her and the imminent return of the cricket. One of her hands remained on his chest, the other raised to his head, keeping his head in place on her neck. And her breathing became somewhat irregular.

He licked a path up the column of her throat, grabbing her jaw and bringing those lips to his, a kiss full of pent up temptation demanding to be pressed against her mouth.

The moan that escaped him when he touched his tongue to hers was something carnal. Her whimpers fueled that frustration induced lust inside him and he raised his hips slightly, making her moan and press down against him, her own hips rolling on top of him, words stuck behind her teeth.

"I need you so much", he coaxed, wishing she would just let go and enjoy him.

With a sigh, she resumed kissing him, relaxing for now.

Robin wanted to lift her dress and feel her skin against his own, to shed all his clothes and sink into her, hear her moans against his ear, feel her heart beating wildly because of him. But they did have ten men outside, plus a cricket. So he would have to muster the willpower to refrain himself from tearing through velvet and sink every part of him into her over and over and over again until her throat went hoarse from screaming and he passed out.

Punishing the time she spent away from him with bruising kisses, he did sneak his hand under the hem of her dress, grazing the skin of her legs with his fingers, humming his pleasure against her mouth.

Regina lifted the hand still braced against his chest and placed it on the plush wall behind him to push herself away. He almost purred in happiness when she took a steady breath, the sound of their lips separating in a slow kiss so sensual to him.

"We'll be in the castle soon", was her argument. "Can you wait just a little longer?"

He rested his head against the wall and looked up at her, still keeping her so sinfully perched on top of him.

"Do you have any appointments when we get there?"

She smiled and shook her head.

"Will I have to wait until you finish talking to whoever?"

She shook her head again, this time biting her lower lip, her hand on his face, caressing, and it was so dangerous, because it made him realize what has been staring him in the face all this time.

Robin wasn't stupid. He knew how to read a situation very well, that's a very vital part of his job. It was clear as day what was happening.

He was falling in love with the Queen.

Deeply, rapidly, madly, hopelessly in love with her.

And might as he tried, he could not find it inside himself any reason to turn away from her.

Of course he was aware of her before the curse that wiped the land and took her and most of the kingdom away. But they were back now, she was back, she was different and she positively did not want him close to her at first, so he knew she hadn't cursed him.

He worked very hard to get here. Ignored all the snark and all the angry faces and offensive remarks and the fact that she was his Queen, he was not supposed to sass her back. He turned on the charm and threw it full force on her direction.

It worked. And ever since that first kiss, when he pressed his mouth against hers to stop her from scolding him for calling her 'milady' instead of 'Her Majesty' for the hundredth time, on that tower, he found himself addicted.

And now, to his mild surprise, he found himself falling in love.

With her heart that bled everyday with the lack of a son, with the voice that could scare a whole army of men, distract Roland and read him stories. And, for Robin, whisper in his ear all kinds of delicious things. Her hair, her smile, her boldness, her neck, her determination, her resilience, her lips, the curve of her neck, everything.

And he was angry when he was forced to be away from her for too long.

"Will you let me come up to your chambers as soon as we arrive?"

She raised her brows.

"As soon as we arrive? Someone's greedy."

To illustrate just how much, he squeezed the flesh of her ass with the fingers still under her dress and rolled his hips up into hers, making her roll her head and a satisfying "hmm" come out.

"You have no idea, Your Majesty."

Moaning quietly, she leaned in and presented him with a kiss that should be illegal – and those were his favorite kinds of activities.

"Hmm, God, I want to tear this fucking dress from you right now."

"Why, you don't like it?" she moaned, teasing him, as she would.

"I love it. I just want it away from you."

She kissed and rolled and pressed her hips against him for a few minutes before she decided he'd had enough. Presenting him with one last indecent kiss, she ran her nails down his neck, moaned in his mouth and allowed him to suck on her neck for three seconds. Then, she pecked his lips once more and went back to her own seat, grinning at him and looking out the window as if she wasn't as hot and bothered as he was.

Robin sighed and started a list of all the things he would do to her before the sun came up again.

The next one is from the Queen's POV.