I apologise a head of time for my atrocious grammar mistakes and terrible spelling. I have dyslexia and the only beta I have is spell check. if you have a problem with reading a story with any of these ( and there are bound to be a few) then I suggest that you don't read it.

don't go whining to me.

I know I have problems. lol :P

Robin had unfortunately been called away to an incident at the camp, involving tuck and his robe having been caught on fire whilst he was trying to make lunch for the whole grope of merry men and their loved ones, before he could step through the front door of Regina's house.

Having taken nearly an hour to put tuck out, clean up the mess and organize who was going to finish of the job tuck had started but was refusing to carry on dew to him believing that the devil was trying to kill him as he was a man of god who kept catching on fire... and had nothing to do with the fact the man was constantly drunk off his ass!... the man is not even a real friar !

So with that all being said when he raised his hand to knock on the door he thought twice about it.

To be honest, he was a little curious about who the real Regina was because robin would put money on it that not once had he ever seen the real Regina.

Not really any way.

I mean, sure you can see glimpses' of who she truly is, the spicy minx part a side coz he knew that part pretty well, but as soon as she realises that she is showing others her heart she pulls back and straightens herself out before pulling on that oh so familiar mask that she wears oh so well.

The only one who she doesn't put the mask on around is Henry. that boy is the pure light in her life and she is not afraid to show others that, that is the only time others around her can really the changed woman they all now her to be.

Apart from that, like when she saw something she liked, something the thought was funny or even when she saw or heard something that upset her, like when she was cornered by a few locals of the town who still believed her to be evil and just hiding away and plotting all of their demise till the time is right and then she would kill them all, spitting venomous words at her.

Not once did she ever crack. not in front of anyone.

Even in front of robin

Especially, not in front of robin!

So he took out his lock picks and picked the door lock. it's a lot like how they were in the enchanted forest, sure they were a lot more sophisticated here but it's still the same. just a little more pins to move and a few thimbles to shimmy in to place and vuala.

The door pins click almost silently into place, then the door opens.

He enters the house and heads to the kitchen were he knew them to be from hearing Regina telling Henry and Roland that she had just turned the oven on and now the aria around it was a no goes zone because she didn't want them to hurt themselves.

Peaking slyly around the corner of the door he watches Henry lean into Roland, who was standing on a stool to be able to see over the counter, and whisper in to his ear.

While speaking, robin watches as henrys eyes travel to Regina and then back to the boy in front of him. And watches as a smirk pulls at Henrys lips and Roland looks like he is about to burst out laughing.

Mean while the alarm goes off signalling that the oven was now at temperature so Regina picks up the baking tray of what looks to be the sponge of a cake an walks over to the oven. giving robin the chance to see, for the first proper time to night, what she had clothed her petit and sexy frame in.

A black laced bust tank top sat beautifully around her chest, showing her long and delicate arms and hands. Hands that have ripped peoples harts from there body's and crushed them till they were nothing but ash slipping through fingertips and into the air to hands that had gone to doing things like pulling open an oven door in the hopes of cooking/ baking for herself instead of waving her hand and telling a servant to make something for her, and raking lovingly through a Childs hair makes it hard to believe that they very same.

The top accompanied with a bright blue pencil skirt that hugged her hips and legs oh so perfectly, that ended mid thigh.

as she turned around and bent over to place the tray in the oven, robin nearly died from the sight.

not only did the skirt hug her ass so tightly that you could see every muscle definition move as she swayed on her feet a little bit to keep herself balanced , or even that the blue fabric came up showing even more of her beautiful natural olive toned skin of her thighs but what made him have to catch his breath was the sight of the silver zip that travelled from her spine all the way down the centre of her toned bum and all the way down to the other end of the tight, tight fabric.

gods, the ideas that skirt has put in his mind made his cock twitch in his pants, but he shook the thoughts from his head. he couldn't play his games just yet... not with the boys around any way.

his eyes carried on, on their path down her legs to weir he notices she wasn't wearing any shoes, and had one of her ankles wrapped in a delicate golden chain with what looked to be a small blue rose hanging from an even smaller hoop.

a smile comes to his lips when he thinks about how small she is compared to him when she is in heals and how she always has to looks up at him. robin had never seen or been any wear near her when she didn't have any form of killer heals on her feet and he can't wait to see what the real size of the not so killer queen was against his 6 foot something body.

how on earth she could make herself look the hottest, sexiest and fuck worthy woman on the planet and also be cute and adorable at the same time, he had no idea.

ok so hear is that long and waited for part 1 of chapter 2, sorry there's no smut or teasing but I am planning on it soon, don't you worry.

the next part should be up by next week, i will try my hardest to make it so.

can anyone guess what Henry and Roland are up to ?