A/N: Tell me what you think DEARS!

"What are you thinking about?" he asked after almost twenty minutes of silence. She was still laying on him under neath of the soft, dark purple top sheet. Jefferson had protested about getting purple, he wanted a blue, or a green. But Regina won out and made him weak at the knees with a simple kiss.

"I was thinking about the Enchanted Forest.." She said ever-so-quietly. She knew he didn't like talking about it. But every once in a while, Regina needed to know he was okay, that the dreams of him being thrown in to his own hat forcefully weren't still haunting him. She rolled off of him and onto the bed beside him. She laid on her side, facing her beautiful Hatter. "Do you miss it?" She asked quietly.

He turned to face her, seemingly not mad, or upset. He seemed content enough to have the conversation. "Do I miss what Gina?" He asked softly.

"The Enchanted Forest? What we had there?" She looked at his chest for a moment.

"I don't. I like what we have now. We are free, happy.. I miss the magic, sure.. But it'll come back." He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed each one of her knuckles, then her wedding ring. "I only want you. I don't care where we are as long as we are free."

...

"Jefferson!" She said in a loud whisper. Regina had just hopped off of her steed and walked along the path towards their secret meeting place when the king was in the castle. She frowned when she didn't see him. "Jefferson?" She had her back to a tree as she looked through the forest. Suddenly something picked her up from behind and she gasped in surprise. The moment she was let back to the ground she gasped. "Jefferson!" She smacked his arm with the reigns attached to her horse, Rocinante. "You scared me!"

He had the widest grin on his face imaginable. "I had to." He leaned his face forward to kiss her and she simply turned her head and his lips landed on her soft, pale cheek. "Regina.." He groaned. "I was simply joking with you."

A slow smirk spread across her face. "And you actually believed that I could be mad at you?" She let go of Rocinante's reigns, knowing he wouldn't leave her side if she had begged him to, and wrapped her arms around Jefferson's neck. :How foolish young Hatter." She teased and pressed a small kiss to his lips. "Miss me?" She mumbled.

"I missed you so much." He said softly. "I found somewhere for us to spend the day together."

...

She squinted her eyes, knife in hand. She held it up pointing towards the ceiling as she placed her other hand on her hip as she tried to figure out what to chop up first. She was standing in front of the counter before fresh vegetables. There was everything she needed to cook a fresh chicken stir-fry. The chicken that she had already pre-cut was defrosting in the sink and she had peppers, onions and fresh herbs before her. Jefferson was in the shower for the second time that day. She closed her eyes for a moment and grinned as she heard his voice echo throughout the mansion. One thing that never failed her, it was Jefferson's shower singing.

Things were so different from the Enchanted Forest. They were actually happy and healthy together this time. They could be out in public without worrying of who saw them or how long they could be together before departing again. She looked down at her wedding ring. They had married within a month of him coming back to her, they spent their honeymoon in a small house along the only beach area in Storybrooke on the other side of the woods. As far as she knew, no one knew it was there. It had been an amazing amount of time. They'd been married for almost eighteen years and they were still going stronger than ever. Everyday was like the very first.

She began chopping peppers and gasped as she cut the very edge of her middle finger with the knife. "Shit!" She grabbed a dish towel and held it tightly to her bleeding finger. She heard the singing stop and the shower turn off. "Jeff!" She yelled in a pained voice and withing seconds, her towel clad husband was running down the stairs.

"What happened?" He said, his eyes watching the blood seep into the white kitchen rag. He grabbed her hand and opened the towel, looking over the gash in her finger. "Come upstairs and I'll bandage it darling."

She explained to him what had happened as he squeezed her finger on the way up the stairs. She was wincing the entire time. "Jeff. Ouch." She frowned as they walked into the bathroom. He helped her sit on the toilet's closed lid and held her hand out as he dug around for the first aid kit.

"You are entirely too clumsy. I remember you cutting yourself with that hook when we were fishing in Lake Nostos." He grinned as she rolled her eyes.

"That was your fault." She grunted as he pour iodine on her wound. "You handed me the hook wrong."

"Oh sure, blame me." He joked. "You took it from my hand."

"Well, we shouldn't have been fishing there anyways.."

He laughed and bandaged up her finger. "We shouldn't have done a lot of things we did in or around that lake." He winked and leant down to kiss her.

"Don't get me started, I have to cook." She stood and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you."

He remembered when he used to hesitate when saying it. "And I love you." He kissed her softly and placed his hands on her lower back.

"My knight in shining armor." She winked and turned to walk away, smacking his butt lightly.

He laughed and turned to chase her down the stairs and into the kitchen.

...

"Lake Nostos." He grinned as they came upon the deep blue magical waters hidden deep in the woods. "It's said to have healing powers, and if someone swims in it, it will restore their health even if they are not sick."

"Well, the water is rather beautiful." She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. "I've missed you my dearest love."

He grinned and kissed her back before setting down his satchel. "I told you I had found us somewhere to be alone."

She laughed softly and looked down at his bag. She'd missed him terribly, living with the king was stressful and demanding but Jefferson always relaxed her. He made her feel wanted, loved, and cared for. She knew no one else had cared for her the way that he had or the way that he always would. "What's in the satchel dear?" She said with a hint of humor in her voice.

"Fishing equipment." He said with a soft chuckle as he backed up and sat down on a rather large rock. Regina's eyes widened, she didn't like fish. She began walking towards him sultrily.

"I can think of something better for us to do." She said with a wink and she straddled his thighs on the rock. "Can you?" She whispered in his ear.

"Oh I think I can." He grinned and kissed her deeply.

...

He had caught her, wrapping his arms around her mid0section tightly as they crossed into the threshold of the kitchen. It had caused Regina to affectively burst into a fit of laughter. He tickled her and then pinned her to the counter. "How about we go to Granny's instead?" He mumbled softly against her neck, his breath causing goosebumps on her skin.

"I already pulled everything out for dinner darling." She muttered breathlessly as her eyes slowly shut. She bit her lip, Jefferson was very persuasive when it came to what he wanted.

"Yes.." He muttered, leaving small kisses on her neck. "But, I want to eat with you in public." He bit ever so gently where her neck met her shoulder.

His eyes widened when she pushed him backward a bit. "Fine." She grinned. "But, YOU get to put the food away while I get read." She winked and sauntered off upstairs. She felt his eyes on her as she walked up the stairs to their bedroom.

She rounded the corner and walked into their bedroom, immediately heading for her closet with a little bit of a smirk on her face. It was the kind of smirk the Evil Queen in her would get if she was winning.

A half hour later, Regina walked down the stairs, her heels hitting the wooden floors with every step, causing Jefferson anticipation. Her voice was a sweet as honey when she spoke. "Jeff? Dear?" She asked softly. Little did he know that the second he was her his mouth would drop.

And it did. He had never once seen Regina in a pair of jeans. but tonight, she rocked a pair of skin tight ones. He groaned as his eyes wandered down her legs and to her heels. "Regina." Her growled a little.

She smirked once again and sauntered towards him. "You like?" She spun around slowly so he could get the 'full view'. Regina knew what the jeans would do to her body. Accentuate her ass and steal the show. She hated jeans with a passion, but the look on her husband's face was well worth the thirty-five bucks she spent on the offending fabric that now covered her lower half.

His response was another growl that sent shivers down his wife's spine. Regina loved that noise, it made her want to scratch his back and forget about going to Granny's. But him pulling the car keys off of the key ring by the door and pulling her to his side reminded her of their dinner.

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