So I had absolutely no idea where I could possibly go with this. Then we got OQ Enchanted Forest scenes and I was inspired. Like I actually have ideas if anyone is willing to read (not normal for me). So before I ramble on too long as I tend to do, I'll just preface this by apologizing for my lack of ability to write anything remotely sexual that isn't super awkward.
Robin hated living in the queen's castle. If he didn't know that it was the safest place for Roland, he never would've stayed this long. Being inside all night, unable to see the stars and breathe in the fresh air, was torture for a man who called the woods his home. In fact the confinement seemed to produce some form of insomnia. So at night he roamed the dark corridors until his body could not psychically resist sleep. It was already well past midnight and normally he was the only one not on guard duty to be awake. Yet he heard footsteps behind him and instinctually went to grab for an arrow he knew wasn't there.
"I was hoping it would be you wandering around."
Dropping his arm, he turned around and thanks to the darkness could barely make out a smirking Regina. She was dressed much less elaborately (although no more conservatively) than he had ever seen her. She had been intriguing to him since she had saved Roland, and seeing her with less of her trappings only added to his interest.
"You looking for me your majesty? I'm flattered," he replied teasingly.
He had been living in the castle for a few months now, and depending on the hour his relationship with Regina ranged from civil conversation (she was apparently quite fond of her apple tree) to sarcastic barbs (mostly sparring for sport) to open hostility (his crimes against the kingdom were most certainly not forgotten). Given the lack of fire being flung at him, he assumed she wasn't here to reproach him for leaving his little corner of the castle.
"Maybe I was."
She stepped forward, and he faltered for a moment. He could have sworn her voice sounded… flirtatious. He thought it couldn't possibly be. As a man of the forest, he knew a hunter stalking its prey when he saw it. When he looked into her eyes, he couldn't tell if they were shinning with lust or bloodlust. Regardless of her intent, he couldn't help but be attracted. Given her track record, he assumed that he was more likely to get his neck snapped. And if he should be preparing to escape her, his blood was flowing in the absolute wrong direction. Still he pressed on.
"And why would that be?"
He matched her steps forward. He hadn't invaded her personal space, but was standing right at the barrier. He had made his move, and he raised his eyebrow in challenge. He still wasn't quite sure she wasn't here to harm him, but even if she wasn't, he still thought she might back down.
Regina did no such thing. Completely eliminating the space between them, Regina breathed her words onto his lips.
"I would think even a common thief could figure it out."
There had been a palpable attraction between them since they had met. Robin was brazen in many ways, but acting on an attraction to the Evil Queen seemed a sure way to lose his head if the advances were unwelcomed. So when he kissed her and tangled his hands in her hair, it was with the force of months spent able to look but not touch.
She clearly shared his enthusiasm. With strength he had not given her credit for, she pushed him back against the stone wall. It didn't take her long to reach for his pants, or her to drop to her knees in front of him.
He couldn't help but feel smug. Not only was a queen kneeling before him (not something many a common thief could claim to experience), but it was the same queen who had made him a wanted man in the Enchanted Forest. And now she was talking about wanting him in a different way entirely. But then her lips were around him and all proud thoughts vanished from his mind. Words were coming out of his mouth, but they were an incoherent mess. He was at her mercy. And when she looked up at him, he saw how much she relished that. It was tantalizing. In no time at all she had pushed him over the edge. She swallowed with a smirk.
Standing up, she wiped the dusk from the bottom quarter of her dress. After smoothing her hair, she turned to walk away.
"Wait," he grabbed her arm and raised an eyebrow, "a gentleman should return the favor."
"I don't recall asking you to be a gentleman."
"It's impossible to turn off I'm afraid," he replied cheekily, "And I assure you, you'll find it most enjoyable."
Her lips curved into a smirk. She enjoyed bantering with him.
"Bit arrogant aren't we thief?"
"What you call arrogance your majesty, I call confidence in my skills."
His eyes were boring into her and his seductive voice sent a shiver down her spine.
"I guess we'll just have to see then," she challenged, relishing the grin on Robin's face.
Judging by the amount of times he had to tell her to keep quiet for fear of catching the guards' attention or waking the castle, he supposed he won this round. Although some of the inhuman sounds she drew out of him once he was inside her might have left them equal. He couldn't say that he very much cared. Either way, he did not get much sleep that night.
If you have stuck around this long, thank you for reading.