What? Two uppdates in less than 24 hours, what?

Yes, lovelies! Internet is back on, I'm back online, so I'm back on updating more regularly, hopefully.

This is the final chapter on this one. But I got more, if you want. There's a OQ+Maleficent burning a whole in my hard drive. It needs tweaking. I'm not yet sure if it will be a chapter on "Selfish" or a stand alone piece.

And some of you gave me more ideas for yet another jealous Robin - so you can wait on that, too.

Ok then! On with it!

And, as always, TALK TO ME YOU WONDERFUL BUT SOMETIMES LAZY READERS!

Much love,

Nat'

Right. Now it was ridiculous.

She might have deliberately not made an effort to be with him for a while there, but now it's getting out of hand.

Another day passed. Thankfully without any visits from Zelena, and they used that time to work on a plan of attack and to force Snow White into relaxation.

Regina was just coming from the garden, having excused herself to go and work on some spells. Walking down the corridor that would take her to the tower where she kept her ingredients, her heart jumped inside her chest when Robin turned a corner, coming from the other side of the corridor, and walked determinately towards her.

She felt herself shivering, shaking with anticipation and she urged her body to stop acting like a teenager who had just found out about the pleasures of a man's company.

When he reached her, dangerous, sensual expression on his face, she thought he was going to kiss her, but he didn't. He took her hand and pulled her through the nearest door.

It was a small study, the one Belle was currently using to store her preferred research books.

"Seal this door, please", he asked after closing it behind them. Excited, Regina cast a quick, simple spell to keep the door closed until she decided to open it again.

Next thing she knew, she was being kissed and pushed further into the room.

"I've had enough of this", Robin said, mouth demanding on hers. Regina felt him lifting her and settling her on top of a desk, dislodging books and pieces of parchment. She wanted to keep kissing him, but he roughly pulled on the skirt of her dress, lifting it over her legs and made her lie down on the surface of the desk with a hand between her breasts, his fingers moving and pressing and teasing, her legs opened around him, skin humming because yes, finally.

"This is not how I wanted you", he said, twisting the fabric of her dress out of his way, tightening her legs around him, his eyes on fire, his voice low and deep, his movements swift and sure. "But I will go insane if I go another minute without you. So this will have to do for now, just so I can keep my sanity. Is that alright?"

She nodded, biting her lip and letting out a loud moan when his fingers found her. Oh yes yes yes, at last, more please, oh!

"But you have to be quiet. I don't want you losing your voice here. I want to be able to hear you later, when I have the time to show just how much I missed you."

She was hardly listening anymore, her head thrown back, gasps coming out of her and she was so stupid, why had she done this to herself? Denying the pleasure of him, all he could make her feel, all he could do with her.

"And this is not a very deserted spot, anyone could walk by the door at any time."

He was still talking, one hand working wonders on her while the other adjusted the flowing fabric of her dress. She lifted it up and dropped it around her, leaving her lower body bare for him, feeling him grasp one of her thighs suddenly.

"Can you be quiet for me, Regina?" Robin asked, and she slid her left leg down and around his right one while he held the other around him, keeping her the way he wanted her.

"Yes", she said in a groan, trying to keep her voice down, small cries of pleasure breaking free.

"God, look at you. So beautiful."

She could hear him talk to her for hours, that voice husky, urgent, she could hear how much he wanted her.

"Do you feel good, love?" She nodded eagerly, one of her hands meeting his around her breast. "Do you think we should stop and wait until later, when we have time to get to your bed?"

"N-no, no, this is good", she said, and it came louder than she anticipated.

"Are you sure?"

"Ah, yes! D-don't stop."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

He worked on her in silence for a minute or two while she squirmed and tried to be quiet, lying there on that desk with him between her legs. She liked it, a lot, but it was still not enough.

A sharp move of his hand, though, had her gasping loudly, and he used the other one to pull her up to him by the laces of her corset.

She sat in front of him and opened her mouth to receive his kiss, her left arm landing around his shoulder, the right bracing against the desk to help keep her upright, since her strength was not to be trusted at the moment.

"You have to be silent, love."

She leaned in to take a searing kiss from him, trying to get him to give her more, more of him, this was good, but she needed more.

The way he kissed her, it seemed like they had gone years without seeing each other. Demanding and urgent, all tongues and biting lips.

Regina whimpered when he brought her flush against him,

"Yeah?" he asked, as if to confirm she felt good.

She answered him with another kiss, hands trying to get his shirt off him, but only managing to dislodge it.

Robin pushed her away from him, making her lie down on the desk again, and she felt him moving to work his clothes out of the way, finally, God, she felt dizzy, yes, come on!

"You feel so incredible."

Regina bit her lip to keep from crying out when he sunk into her, arching her back and yes, she did feel incredible. He felt incredible, moving so good, the way she liked, the way he knew she liked.

He let out a grunt of his own, tightening his hands around the top of her thighs, bringing her sharply against him and she rolled out her hips, trying to make him feel good, trying to show she had been craving him, too.

"Hmm, yes, love, do that again."

She did, and then again, making him push harder and she wanted to hold on to something, needed to grasp something with her hands to steady herself in order to better feel him, to have more leverage to move with him when he moved like that, sharp and hard.

She found nothing, only the edges of the desk, so she closed her fingers around it and pushed back against him, crying out, expecting him to tell her to be quiet, but he said nothing, eyes trained on her body, on them, his brow furrowed, not stopping his movements within her.

Regina had to close her eyes for a second, sensation too much for her not to surrender to the pull. Focusing on feeling, she unconsciously reached her hand out towards him. Robin closed his own around her wrist and pulled her until she was sitting up once more, her chest coming flush against him, her mouth right there by his ear, his own grunts setting something inside her.

"I missed you so much", she breathed to him, holding on to his neck with one hand, the other helping him keep her slightly elevated so she could move and move and move and they could move together and he could move inside her.

"You did, didn't you?"

A whimper started coming out of her when he slowed down, too slow for her, she needed fast and harder than that, but he adjusted her hip a little to the right, creating a hard friction and she tossed her head back, biting on her lip to keep from gasping too loudly.

"You need me just as much as I need you, don't you?"

"Oh, Rob- Yes! Oh-"

"Quiet, quiet, my love, quiet, now."

She closed her mouth tightly and tried to be silent while he did whatever he wanted, guided her moves.

It had never, ever been like that. In a situation like that, where "romantic" was not an appropriate word to describe anything, where there were only two bodies relieving a tension built over too much time of denial, it had never been this intense, this powerful, this… Meaningful.

Nobody had ever touched Regina with such adoration and such reverence and such hunger for her, not just her body, not just her crown. For herself.

Her eyes were closed and her head was spinning and her body was electric, there was that feeling, so good good good inside her, and she was so ready, she needed this so much, when his mouth found hers again. Robin kept moving slowly, but as hard as before, working himself on her in a way that kept her from breathing properly.

"You will never", he said, moving slow and hard, hands tight on her, his jaw set under her fingers. "Ever", he moved in a way she never knew she liked, but she did, oh, she did. "Ever be kept from me this long again. Not ever."

His voice, in those words, was the one final push she needed. Opening her mouth and letting her head fall back, she felt his tongue on her neck while he still moved and her body vibrated against him and no sound came out of her.

She was still coming back to herself when he pushed her away from his chest again, making her lie down on the dektop for the uptenth time since he had pulled her into this room.

Robin is a visual man, she knows, but he also likes to know he can make her forget all the titles that separated them.

Opening her eyes, she caught sight of him admiring her, and she arched her back and tightened her legs around him.

He responded by speeding up a little and she was still so sensitive. She felt everything.

"You are mine, now, Your Majesty."

He bent over her slightly, one of his hands letting go of her hip to run up her belly, between her breasts, her neck and a thumb pulled on her lower lip.

"I've stolen you and I'm keeping you."

She raised the leg he had let go of, shaking her foot until her shoe fell off. She raised it and raised it until his hand went back to it, and he bent her leg on the knee over his elbow.

"Hmm, yes, love, you feel incredible like this", he breathed, his jaw setting, his voice husky and his eyes alive.

"So do you", she moaned back at him and his next move was sharp and hard enough to move the heavy mahogany table an inch or two, making a book fall to the floor, and Regina grasped the sides of it again on instinct.

"One more time, Your Majesty", he coaxed, her leg still draped over his elbow, the other trying to secure him to her. She did hope no one could ever see her like this, so vulnerable, wanton and under the power of him. He was the only one she wanted, the only one allowed to see her and make her feel like this. "One more time, now, with me."

One more time Regina soared high, to that place only Robin Hood had been able to take her. Once, twice, three times the table moved again.

"Feel good?"

"Oh, God, please, don't stop!"

"I'm not planning to, my love."

God, why does he keep calling her "my love?" Is she his love? Is he hers? She feels wonderful, yes, yes, his love, her love, their love.

She was moaning too loudly, she knew, she knew it, bit down on her lower lip to try and silence herself when boom. Goosebumps and shivers, chills and magic running all over her, his hands closing around hip and thigh, his movements slowing down, she felt everything.

Robin made her feel like the most beautiful, the only queen, the only woman.

Breathing hard, he let go of the knee she had lifted to his arm. Delicately dropping her legs until her feet were dangling close to the ground, he lifted her to him again, and this time, his kiss was still worshiping, still consuming, but it was not anxious or so urgent. It was sated, satisfied, lazy and savoring.

"Wonderful, so wonderful", he said, touching his forehead to hers, their breathing gradually evening out.

Regina had been called beautiful by the men in her life. Leopold, in particular, liked to show her off as a trophy to whoever he could, be it another king, a peasant, guards, subjects, whoever. He called her 'beautiful' many times while on top of her, and she never felt like she was.

She had been reminded of her title over and over again. She learned how to use it as a shield, a mask, a pedestal, a weapon, a comfort, a reassurance she was important. She was someone even if she was nobody's.

Once, she had been called wonderful - by Daniel. Maybe twice.

Robin did call her beautiful, and wonderful, and "Your Majesty", and "milady", "Regina".

She liked "my love".

She felt important with "my love". Not the Evil Queen, not the monster, not the bitter woman who could not win. She didn't have to win with him. There was no competition, she was just…

"Oh, my love", he breathed, caressing her face and Regina leaned into the touch. "I'm sorry, this was not how I wanted it, I just missed you so damn much."

"I'm not complaining."

Her eyes felt heavy, so she closed them while running the tip of her fingers on the stubble on his jaw, kissing his face.

"Can you stay with me a while longer?" she asked, trying to set herself ready if he said that no, if he had to go and see Roland or get to work or meet with whoever, but he nodded against her, sighing and kissing her sweetly and sensually.

"Can you get that for me?", she asked, pointing the the shoe she had dropped on the floor earlier. Robin bent down and caught it. When he came back, she held on to him and twisted both her hands to take them to her room three floors up.

They landed on her bed and he rolled on top of her, not giving up his place between her legs, supporting his upper body on his elbows so he could look in her eyes.

"I mean it, you know", he said.

"What?"

"I don't intend to give you back."

He spoke as if she belonged to someone before him.

"I don't think I can, at this point."

She tried not to, but Regina had wondered for years and years and years how it would feel like to be wanted, to be cared for like this, needed. She watched how Charming was with and around Snow, even Rumple, with all his silliness and theatrics, how his expression and demeanor would change when the name "Belle" was mentioned. She had wanted to feel more than what she felt with Daniel. They were so young, children, really.

Robin was a man. Full grown and with a lost love, like her. And here he was, awakening all those feelings inside. Slowly, a little, tiny spark at first, that had caught fire, warm and strong, that burned away all that cold in her heart.

Regina ran the tip of her fingers over his arms, his back and his shoulders while he pushed and pulled on her dress until she was lifting butt, torso and arms from the mattress in order for him to finish stripping her.

Settling back, she lifted her hands to his face again, tracing his strong features while he looked at her.

"What?", she asked and he shook his head slightly, smiling and God, he was so handsome.

"Nothing. Just trying not to point out how beautiful you are. You must hear that all the time, I don't want to bore you."

Adopting a regal expression, she moved under him and he moved with her. Regina lifted a foot and hooked it on the waist of his loosened pants, forcing them out of him. He moved and adjusted to help.

"I'll allow it."

He chuckled and dropped his lips to her neck, kissing and licking and biting. She shivered while lifting the shirt off his chest and arms.

"I can show you, if Your Majesty prefers."

This time, he wanted her to tell him. To be as loud as she desired, and let him know how good she felt, how much she wanted, what she wanted. He coaxed it all out of her. After lazy kisses and sweet caresses, he reminded her they had spent two weeks apart, and he reminded her that he had promised her a sleepless night, and that he was nothing if not a man of his word.

She had felt sexy, so sexy when he started to move against her again, and she felt adored when he ran his hands everywhere, from the tip of her own fingers, down her arms, over her face, her neck, when he spent time on her breasts, learning what she liked and what she loved and what made her cry out, when he turned her around and when he molded and told her how he wanted her, when he kneaded the skin of her ass and when he whispered in her ear how he had been dreaming of it for so many nights in a row, Robin wanted her like that, he wanted her on top of him, he wanted her under him, he wanted her to tell him if she felt good, "How does that feel, love?", he bit her earlobe and he licked her throat, laced his fingers through hers, guided her leg tight around his hip while he moved and she saw a few stars.

The queen was so used to spit out orders, tell people what to do, where to go, this and that. It could feel good, but it could also be exhausting.

It felt good all those times she had guided Robin to do what she wanted him to do. From long descriptions to a few key words, she liked to see and feel how he would do whatever, just to please her.

But this, oh, this felt liberating. Being guided, listening to him and allowing him to take the lead, to tell her and suggest to her what could make her tremble in satisfaction and anticipation and excitement.

His voice when he told her to "talk to me, love, let me hear you, tell me", every time she gasped his name.

Also, the look on his face when she moved her hips like that, or when she ran her nails down his chest or when she clutched his arm to her, her thighs around his hips. His moans when she would kiss him deeply and slowly, his grunts and the sharpness of his movements when she would toss her head back and to one side and the other.

His lips were on her neck when she let go of his arms to raise her hands above her head, arching towards him, to better move her body against his and to keep with the rhythm he had set. Robin let go of the leg he was holding and released the grip he had on her waist to plant his hands by her head and support the weight of his upper body off her.

"Heavens, look at you. You're so beautiful, my love."

She smiled up at him, biting on her lower lip, trying to keep him moving with her.

"Don't stop, please", she said in a low voice, barely over a whisper.

"I won't stop", he said, renewing his vigor, but keeping it slow, lazy and long. "I'll never stop, if you don't want me to."

"Hmm, no". Biting her lip, she touched his face and he bent to kiss her. "I think I'll keep you here with me-"

She almost said 'forever', but that was too much, maybe.

"Hmm", he sighed, moaned in her mouth and slowly dropped on top of her again, capturing her hands and linking their fingers, long kisses and long moves of his hips. "I'll stay." He moved his lips from hers to her chin, down to her neck and she let out a little cry when he pressed teeth and tongue, surely leaving a mark. "I would kiss your voice, if I could." Robin moved sharply, surprising her, making a loud "Ah!" come out of her, and she knew it was on purpose.

He kept his promise: Regina did not catch a wink of sleep that night. When he was not busy making her head spin and her body hum, he was draped over or under her, telling her tales of thieves and making her laugh.

The sun was coming up when he turned on his stomach, leg linked with hers, head resting on a pillow, his nose almost touching hers. His eyes were spending more time closed than open, and she kissed his eyelids.

"Tell me about your horses", he said, trying to stay awake.

"Maybe later", she whispered. "Go to sleep, now."

Sighing, he ran a hand on her back.

"It would be a sin", he said, half asleep already. "To stop looking at you before the sun came up."

Regina kept looking at him after he fell asleep, feeling silly and strange, a stubborn smile set on her lips, her fingers softly caressing his face.

Robin was not afraid of her. He didn't hate her and he didn't want anything from her.

It was just her, only her, he was interested in.

Closing her own eyes, she willed the giddy feelings inside to simmer down, so she could enjoy an hour or two of rest beside him before they had to get up and start the day.

Regina would notice, after she woke up, for the first time, the lion imprinted on his right wrist - all the long sleeves and the occasional bandages he wore on his arm preventing her from seeing it before. She would not have time to feel scared, though, for he would kiss her slowly and dread having to leave, mouth hungry on hers, lips on her face, her eyes, her neck.

She looked in his eyes and wondered if it was true, if it was him. And if she should tell him.

But he proposed they meet again that night, right there on that bed, smiling down at her, biting that lip of his and looking at her as if she were an angel or some holy creature he couldn't get enough of. So she just smiled back and nodded, accepting yet another kiss before he got up and started collecting his clothes.

Queen Regina would not be able to tell him about the fate that united them before the new curse - the one that made them strangers to one another again.

But fate is a funny thing.

There's also an almost entirely smut one where Robin is mean (a good kind of mean). Interested?