Regina's heart was beating so fast she actually thought it would either wake up the whole kingdom or fall out of her chest.
Mother was back, the reason the darkness took a bite of her came back, the woman who killed Daniel came back. And why? Because she promised her daughter to find another love that could fill the empty hollows carved in her heart.
Mother, whose favorite lullaby wasn't a soft song but a phrase repeated like a mantra love is weakness.
Her hands were sweating (ruining the lovely gloves she had on. And the last time she sweated that much was when the hunter was between her legs) for the sole reason that she knew her mother was up to something, she couldn't be nice for romantic reasons, she never was. Cora was more of a person who would die, talk to whoever was up there, bribe them to change her daughter's destiny and come back to life to mock her sorrows. But Regina agreed for one and only reason.
The fairy told her pixie dust never lies and she has to make sure she had a reason to burn those filthy creatures' village if Tinkerbelle was mistaken. And a tiny, very tiny, part of her wanted to prove her mother that love is the strongest magic of them all.
Regina heard footsteps, first the soft clicking of her mother's heel, then firm stomps that belong to a man. She took a deep breath and turned her head.
He… He… was not old. Really that's the first thing Regina's subconscious registered before acknowledging the hard muscles of his arms and the stubble decorating his jaw, and most importantly the light flutter her heart stopped producing since what felt like forever, since Daniel.
She cleared her throat hoping it would buy her time to remember how to speak, and slightly opened her mouth only to close it moments later when she saw him licking his lips. And oh how she wishes he would take her on the floor in all the positions she can think of while this tongue of his nibbled at her throat and closed around her nipple to finally suck at her- his deep voice startled her from her day dream.
"Evening my la- your majesty" said the gent after a polite bow.
His voice made her insides hurt but he didn't need to know that.
"Regina… You may call me Regina" the queen clarified at his confused look as he nodded.
"A perfect name for a perfect lady" replied the man in front of her with a smirk.
And oh god he has dimples, amazing, hot dimples. And she wants to do wicked things to… "What's your name?"
"Robin of Locksley at your service". Locksley took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles oh so softly. Even her own mother (who left her alone with Robin) lacked this loving touch and she could melt right in this second.
"Locksley? The smell of forest and your clothes don't exactly show you as the noble type" she scrunched her nose and lifted her chin.
"Yeah well I left the family name behind when I ran away from an unloving and heartless father" this sounded so familiar "but I guess I wanted to make a good impression in front of the queen who wants my head. I'm more known as Robin Hood. Oh and your posters do injustice to my dashing face"
Oh the smug bastard.
"Mhhm the thief" she said while turning her back, swaying her hips in a way that got the strongest men on their knees for her own pleasure. And she smirked at his sharp intake of breath.
"In the flesh, my queen or should I say evil queen?" it hurts. Oh how it hurts to be reminded of all the torture and manipulation she had to endure before falling head first into a bottomless pit of darkness. And he must notice the way her shoulders tense because he added, "Since we're tossing labels".
"I'm your queen, some brat added the evil moniker. And I should live up to people's expectation, shouldn't I?" Regina murmured as she tossed a murderous smile his way, a smile that should scare kings and monarchs but made him chuckle instead.
"From my point of view, which is formidable since it shows me a beautiful woman in a marvelous dress, I don't see evil. Just pain"
His word clutch at her heart and squeeze it in a way that should suffocate but made her sigh a breath of relief instead. I don't see evil. And she should kill this man because of his infuriating audacity to think he knows her so well, but his words held the tiniest bit of truth. Just pain. Gods above, does he know how much she craved people to understand this? To understand the simple fact that her life had been shadowed by evil this whole time because she couldn't trust a child. And here he is, her soulmate, her other half, a man she was too scared to meet offering her solace and warmth in a far too cold corner of her heart.
Tears were threatening to fall, but she can't let all the years she spent building the walls that kept weaknesses at bay, shatter into nothing for some words the thief used to woo her.
She slips her regal mask instead and moves towards him in a manner her mother would be proud of. The way a predator approaches a delicate prey only to shred her to pieces for his own famished soul. And since the "thing" that lies below men's belt is their greatest weakness, she'll use her light curves and plump lips to get what she wants. And she wants him.
Regina was just inches away from him, the same hands used to snap necks and rip out hearts, now softly stroking his length, enjoying the ragged breaths puffing out of his mouth. And since her heels allow her mouth to be aligned with his, she doesn't find it very difficult to smash them together in a dramatic way worth of a queen, she is all about drama after all.
He smells of pinecones, wood and a hint of manly sweat that make her feel dizzy. But the kiss, oh the kiss, it tasted of something entirely different, it was sweet and full of feelings she can't quite comprehend yet, a memory of Daniel reemerging to surface; but it was fire and ice too, light and dark, extremes battling in her heart the same way their tongues are battling for dominance.
His hands are everywhere at the same time, in her hair clenching and releasing, while the other is cupping her rear and he fidgets with her strapless (and expensive) dress so it's tugged down to her waist. And finally, (she wanted this since the moment she saw those biceps flexing) he took a handful of her breasts in his calloused palm, creating a contrast between his rough pads and her soft skin. She leaned in his touch and let a moan escape her throat at the same time his mouth circled her erected nipples.
She pulled him slightly away and tugged at his shirt making him understand what her words failed at. She quickly poofed their clothes and left them bare in all their glory. Patience just wasn't her biggest virtue.
She didn't give Robin much time to dwell on how this happened though, quickly pulling at his short hair to let him know she wanted him to continue his assaults on her breasts. He closed those beautiful lips on her nipple for the second time this evening. She hissed a breathy "don't stop" when he bit softly on it while playing with the other one. He then looped his arms beneath her thighs and scooped her up only to bring her back down on the vanity.
Her hand which was pumping his thick manhood seconds earlier, was now drawing patterns on his back in an animalistic way marking him as her own.
And he was, is, her own, if his lion tattoo was any way to indicate slowly made his way down her body, licking her olive skin and kneeled just in front of her entrance. She let a needy whimper escape her slightly parted lips to let him know what she needed him without voicing it. She won't give him this satisfaction.
She rested a leg on his shoulder and pushed him closer to where she needed him most "let's put this sharp tongue of yours in good use". Robin let a low chuckle escape his mouth and it shot straight to her core never missing his target, just like one of his arrows. Regina dug her heels in his back a little harsher just to get him to work again.
But no. No. Her damn thief wanted to play, and play he did. He kissed the inside of her thighs, purposely missing the place where she was aching.
"Robin I swear to God if you…" the end of Regina's sentence was replaced by a moan as soon as Robin licked her from entrance to clit. She was so wet, more than she ever was with Graham or one of her knights and surely more than with her disgusting husband. And the younger part of herself wanted to believe it's a soulmate thing, but the evil queen reprimanded her because she wasn't naïve anymore. All thoughts left her mind once Robin continued his task at lapping, sucking and biting. This was too good to be true, she was sure she was dreaming, but Robin inserted one finger inside her while sucking her clit, and the stimulation was bringing her closer to the edge, she just needed – oh! – two fingers now pumping in and out of her, curling in the right way to hit that marvelous spot. Three fingers now, the only thing coming out of Regina's mouth was series of curses and the outlaw's name and she swore she was seeing stars. She came and came while Robin helped her ride her orgasm while lapping at her entrance until she tugged at his hair to make him stop before she lost control of her magic and burned one of her expensive furniture.
Regina could feel the outlaw's smug smile against the inside of her thigh before licking his way back to her navel and kissing the underside of her breast making butterflies dance in her stomach even though she chose to ignore it. He then peppered kisses over her collarbone and sucked lightly on her neck, enough to draw whimpers from the queen but not quite making bruises. If Regina could purr, she certainly would right now, but she is a panther not a cat. So she grabs Robin with two hands on each cheek and align their mouths, close enough to whisper a quiet "fuck me thief".
He does.
Oh how he does.
He kisses her roughly, wanting to taste her lips again and get drunk on the apple cider coating them as if it describes rightly just who Regina Mills is.
Her outlaw double checked if she was wet enough- and by God, this made tears stubbornly want to escape her eyes because never did someone care about anything except their sexual needs before. He slightly teased her, running the tip of his cock along her lower lips drawing a needy "Robin" from her coarse throat.
Robin was inside her in one move and buried to the hilt. He stopped though when he heard Regina's sharp intake of breath, waiting for her to adjust to the new intrusion.
"Are you alright milady?" asked the thief in a gentle voice.
It was more than alright, they fit perfectly just like two broken pieces mended together by love and magic. Regina wanted to cry, to mourn her past mistakes, and start something new with this amazing man who asked her if she was fine instead of taking and giving nothing in return. She was a villain though, and villains don't get happy endings. But tonight she wanted to be just Regina, a well fucked Regina, so she rolled her hips letting him know he can continue.
Slowly, Robin moved out of her and slammed right back in, and each time Regina would breathe a little harsher, and meet him halfway. This was good but she needed more.
As if reading her mind, Robin drew circles on her clit using the rough pad of his thumb and moved faster and harder mixing his own groans with Regina's soft moans. Regina closed her legs around Robin's waist, and her thief held her by her hips and moved her closer to him, the change in position making the friction even better. Neither of them knew where they began and where they ended, they were one soul, and for once Regina believed even fate couldn't argue with it.
"Robin I'm so so close" panted Regina.
"Come for me my queen" answered Robin while kissing her chin and neck all the while tasting her salty and sweaty skin.
He pounded in her again and again, the only sound in the room was their hips meeting and their grunts. Both of them leaving marks on the other, claiming each others as their own, love bites on Regina's collarbone and nail scratches all over Robin's back.
Two more thrusts and Regina was coming again, clenching her walls around Robin's cock and leading him to his own climax with a low groan of "Regina". He came inside her and for an unknown reason she couldn't find it in herself to care.
"I'm sorry. I should've controlled myself milady" and he sounded worried, as if scared she would disappear because of his carelessness. And in other circumstances she would've done this, would've even burned his balls for daring to spill inside her. Instead, she brought a heeled foot to his ribs and pushed him softly away, making him slip out of her.
Regina unfortunately had no control over the shiver that ran up her body, alerting her of how much she already missed him. Regina grinned at Robin and told him "next time be careful outlaw, we don't want some filthy children smelling like forest running around my castle now, would we?" and strangely that thought soothed her as much as it scared her. She couldn't let this happen, her black heart would treat her children the same way her mother treated her all this time, there was no way she had the evilness to let such thing happen.
Her outlaw cleared his throat and asked with all the smugness he could muster "Oh. There would be another time? I see her majesty can't get enough of me", he had the audacity to wink at her too.
He didn't bring the subject of children up, didn't point at all the flaws that would prevent her of being a good mother. And she was grateful for this, for him, and for her mother (just this once, never again).
And in this moment, with the thief standing naked in front of her, Regina thought that maybe, just maybe, love can be strength.
A/N: Actually running and hiding because it's my first time writing smut AND posting it. Please let me know if there are any mistakes, or if you liked it (aka leave a review please! *pouts*).
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