So I thought I'd be a little adventurous, enjoy!

She was miserable, it had been two months since she had last seen Robin, god knows where he had gone, she shouldn't care, she shouldn't give a damn where he had gone, but she did, she really did. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed him, she hadn't really had him and had literally no right to miss him, or stake a claim to him, but she missed him. She didn't really understand, it seemed Robin had embedded himself under her skin and she couldn't forget about him, he was all she thought about, every minute of every day.

Why hadn't he tried to contact her? Clearly, he didn't care about her; was he just using her for the sex? She knew how amazing it was, how great the two of them were together, even if they'd only had sex twice, they were still the best two times of her life and then there was the whole sitting on his face incident, that had been like heaven as he sucked her clit, working her up with his magical tongue, she missed that tongue.

As much as she wanted to believe that it was only the out of this world sex she was missing, she knew that wasn't true; his optimism and hope had been a refreshing change in a palace with literally no window, no colour and no light, a castle that was devoid of all the joy in life, devoid of happiness and laughter. She couldn't remember a time when it had been a place for that, she certainly hadn't been residing there when it was.

She sat on her throne, a crown on her head and a drink in her hand, she rested her weight on her elbow and looked at the peasant that was bowing before her, she had almost forgotten what the real reason she was sat in this bloody throne room was in the first place. Her mind tended to drift these days, she would find herself thinking about Robin at the most inconvenient times. Taking a deep breath she shook her head, "give him whatever it is that he wants," she waved her hands.

"But your majesty…"

"Henderson, are you questioning my judgement?"

"It's just…"

"Just what?!"

"This particular case is a trial and…"

"A trial for?"

"The villagers are out for blood."

"My blood I'm guessing," she let out an evil laugh and shook her head, "well, if they must have my blood, give it to them Henderson."

"What?"

"Oh, I think I made myself perfectly clear. Give. Them. My. Blood."

"Your majesty…"

"Are you denying my orders?" she scoffed, "do I really have to order my own execution?" Fine," she rolled her eyes, useless knights, you'd think she would have gotten rid of Henderson by now and god was she tempted to, it was just, she couldn't, she couldn't bring herself to kill anyone, not even an irritating guard like Henderson.

If she thought about it, ordering her own execution was a pretty good idea, she could fake her own death and escape somewhere that no one could find her, somewhere she could plot her revenge in secret, allowing Snow to think she was dead; that was if she could even bring herself to even kill that annoying little song bird anymore. Maybe she had finally lost it, finally gone insane, she wouldn't be surprised, she had been tortured her whole life, wasn't it only fair for her to give some of that torture back? She was really messed up, she knew that, but it was all she had ever learnt, all she had ever been taught, even from a young age, her mother's use of magic as punishment had severely damaged her.

"It isn't your blood they are after your majesty."

"I was joking Henderson!" She spat, "so, if it isn't mine, then whose, is it?" she asked, the boredom present in her voice as she looked at her nails, tapping them on the arm of the chair.

"Robin Hood."

Well that got her attention, "what?" she snarled, looking up at him as she banged her fist down on the arm of her throne, "nobody touches the outlaw, do you hear me! Nobody!" Her nostrils flared.

"But your majesty, he has been stealing from the villages."

She furrowed her eyebrows, there was no way that Robin would steal from the villages, he didn't do that, he may be a thief, but he had a code, he was a man of honour, he didn't steal from the poor, he didn't even keep the things he stole from the rich, he gave everything away, she had seen that with her own eyes. "No."

"Your majesty there are witnesses."

"I said no!" She stood from her chair and swished her cape behind her, everyone in the room was staring at her and she simply glared at them all with a deadly stare, "nobody touches the Outlaw, he is mine, do I make myself clear?!" she nearly screamed the last part and everyone in the room went silent, "I shall bring you back his blood, you can be certain of that." Using her magic, she disappeared, only to pace up and down in her chambers.

Lies! All of it was a lie, it had to be, there was no other explanation, unless, this was his pathetic attempt to get her to come find him. How stupid could she have been, he wanted her to come after him, he wanted her to target him. Of course, he did, he was Robin of Locksley, nothing was easy with that man, obviously, he didn't want to make the first move and approach her. Scoffing she shook her head, unbelievable, he was unbelievable. He was going to have to step it up his game more than that if he thought she was going to be the one grovelling at his feel. In fact, she might feel happier having him hanging in her dungeon for a while.

She knew she was insane, it didn't take a genius to work it out, she saw the fear in people's eyes when they looked at her, the terror she caused. She used to thrive off that, it use to push her, make her want to try harder, but not anymore, she was going to try again, she was going to win back the love of her people, more like win them over for the first time, whatever it was, she was going to do it, she was going to prove the people who doubted her wrong, her mother and Rumple, she'd show them, she would. It was going to be hard, but if it was easy was it really worth it?

She yelled and slammed her fist against the wall, she needed to see Robin, needed to see what he was doing, how did he manage to do this to her? He drove her crazy. With a wave of her hands she was in the forest, hiding behind a tree, there he was, sat around a campfire as usual. She narrowed her eyes and watched him as he drank something from a flask, before chucking it away from him and standing up.

"Mate," she flinched, drawing back a little, not wanting to be discovered before she found out what the hell was going on, "how do you know this is going to work, I mean she is the Evil Queen, why would she care that you were stealing from the villagers?" A tall man sat down where he had been previously.

"Oh trust me, she won't, but as soon as she finds out it's me who is doing it, she'll be after us."

"Wait, nah, nah, no, I am not having some witch one my back, that ain't happening."

"Don't worry, she's after me, not you. I'm going to rob…"

"Seriously, you're breaking into the castle, when has that ever been a good idea?"

"Oh trust me, the last time I broke in it was more than a good idea, it was a bloody brilliant idea," she smirked, thinking back to it, he was right about that, in the end it had been a brilliant idea, not that it had started out that way.

"Yeah, but I thought you said the Queen would kill you if she saw you again. How do you know she can't see you right now?"

"I'm not scared of her; but you're right, she probably can, in fact," suddenly, he grabbed his bow and pulled it back, firing it at the tree she was stood behind, "come out, your majesty, I know you're there."

"Don't think she is."

"Oh she is I know her, she'll be here somewhere, the villagers already went to her to tell her of my crimes."

Regina scoffed and disappeared back to the castle, so she was right, that sneaky bastard, he was trapping her, making her come and confront him, well there was no chance that was happening, not on her watch. Taking a deep breath, she realised what she had to do, she needed extra security, extra guards, that way Robin would never be able to break into her castle, not without her knowing about it first. However, to gain more watchmen, she would have to go somewhere she rather wouldn't.

She made her way to the knight's barracks and flung the doors open, it wasn't a place she ever enjoyed going, her men were a bunch of perverted drunks, she knew that. When she came here she would often find them with prostitutes and whiskey. Sometimes they got violent, during her early years as Queen, when she had been naïve to what had gone on there, she had been scared shitless to go down there, it terrified her. However, now they knew she was the Evil Queen and knew of the magic she possessed, they didn't dare say one word to her.

She reached the stone building and pushed the door open, the rowdiness was already apparent before she had even entered. She slammed the door behind her and the whole room seemed to go quiet, sensing her presence, as any groping, drinking or violence that had been going on stopped and they all turned to her.

"Your majesty," one knight came forwards.

"Oh Berkley," she shook her head, "don't tell me that you are drinking again," she tutted.

"It's just one."

She narrowed her eyes, "and the rest, gather the men please."

"Mam, everyone is off shift…" at her look, he stopped and nodded, "of course."

"Ladies, please return to your homes," she stated, using her magic to conjure some coins, mainly because she felt bad for them having to go through that every day, when they most likely had no other option, she knew what it was like. She handed them all five gold pieces each.

"Your majesty…"

"No, take the money and leave, thank you," she wasn't in the mood for explaining her new-found kindness, she waited until they were all out and turned to her knights, now they, they weren't going to be on the receiving end of her good nature, "what did I command?" She asked, beginning to pace the length of the room, her eyes narrowing at them, "anyone?! Does anyone remember?!"

"Your majesty…"

"If I hear that one more time! I am going to have to start killing people and I don't want to have to do that, even if you are all low lives who use women for their bodies and nothing else…"

"They have needs your ma…"

"I don't care, those women have nothing! You take advantage of them for that, do you think they enjoy submitting to you night after night, allowing you to do god knows what to them? No! That is the answer! Now you fools need to take a good hard look in the mirror and think about what I have just said to you! Think about how they feel having your drunken breath all over them, your hands groping them, then think about what kind of person you want to be! Those girls are facing the last resort, they are literally being forced into that profession, they didn't have a choice!" she took a deep breath, knowing that her rant hadn't been about the hookers, but about herself, about her marriage to Leopold and it was quite good to yell about it for a change.

Berkley nodded and looked towards Rivers who simply stood staring at her, a confused look on his face. Suddenly there was a loud bang and Henderson stumbled out of a side room, with his arms wrapped around a woman, laughing drunkenly.

She closed her eyes and shook her head, really? Again, it was always him wasn't it, always. "Henderson," she tapped her shoe.

"Shit!" He stood up straight and looked her up and down, "oh bollocks."

She would be laughing right now if she hadn't just given them all a lecture on not doing everything he was doing. In her head, it was funny, but her exterior was telling them another message, "Henderson, Henderson, Henderson, whatever am I going to do with you? Hmm?" She moved to pace around him, taking his chin in her hand and squeezing.

"I don't know," he managed, shaking his head.

In that moment, she came to the perfect conclusion, "I need a personal guard, three of you," she would need at least one for Robin to be able to think he could take out in order to get into the castle, that way she wouldn't have to get her own hands dirty. "Henderson," she smiled at him bitterly, before pushing him backwards and turning around, "Rivers, Berkley, make sure that Henderson here does as he should. You three need to be around whenever I should call for you, unless I dismiss you, you shall be at my back and call. Follow." She began walking back towards the entrance to the castle, as the barracks were located just behind.

Upon reaching her chambers, she cleared her throat and shook her head, "none of you are to enter this room until the moment I specifically call for you and for heaven's sakes do not think that because I am screaming that I am being murdered or what not, you clearly aren't a real man if you haven't heard a woman scream for other, more pleasurable reasons. Also, who's to say that it is me who's screaming?" she smirked slyly.

"Yes, your Majesty," they nodded.

"Now, Berkley, Rivers, I want the two of you stationed outside my door, right here, as for you Henderson," she cast him a seductive smile and rose her eyebrows, "you're in here, with me." He went inside; the other two cleared their throats and she let out a sinister laugh before lowering her voice, "oh, don't worry, it's nothing he's going to enjoy, I can promise you that," the smile fell from her face as she closed the door behind them.

"Your majesty, as beautiful as you are, I don't think that…"

"You make me sick," she shook her head, "do you really think that I would go to bed with the likes of you?" she scoffed, what a complete and utter moron he was, sometimes she felt she kept him around as her own personal form of entertainment, he was better than any court jester she'd ever had, oh and rest assured she had been through her fair share, most of them ended up dead, or at the very least with a concussion for being lousy entertainers, Henderson on the other hand, he never failed to make her laugh with his stupidity.

His green eyes went wide as he looked at her, his hair sticking up from where his hat had been, he was probably thinking that she was wanting to do the complete opposite of what he had just asked her. It really was a shame to do away with such entertainment, but it had to be done and she was on a no killing rule until further notice.

She moved over to her drinks cabinet and poured something alcoholic, she didn't care what, into a goblet, before taking a sip, the liquid burnt as trickled down her throat, shaking her head, she turned to look at him, "ever considered being a jester?" She asked, walking around him as she heard his breath quicken, she knew his heart beat had picked up inside his chest and she was sure she saw beads of sweat on his forehead, he definitely thought she was going to kill him. It was very mean of her to do this, rather like a cat playing with a mouse, but if she wasn't allowed to kill him, then surely, she should be allowed to tease him. "What? Cat got your tongue?"

"No," he whispered.

"What was that? I don't think I quite heard you," she placed her hand on her ear, pretending to listen for him. She let out a laughed and shook her head, "pathetic," she snarled, her lip quirking to one side as she shook her head. "Henderson, you will stand on the balcony, you will not move, you will not talk to me, you won't make a sound, or else, you go over it, am I understood?" So she wasn't going to push him over it, but he didn't know that did he.

He nodded and shuffled off, quickly escaping out of the doors and then he stood looking towards the forest. Once she was satisfied, she dropped her boots from her feet and removed her cape, before moving into bed, not to sleep, but to wait, she knew he was going to come and if it wasn't tonight it would be soon. From the conversation she had heard though, it most likely would be tonight, apparently she wasn't the only one tired of waiting for something to happen.

She wriggled in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, she wanted the thief back in her bed, but could she trust him? Could she trust him to come back to her, to be loyal to her? She didn't know, but she didn't know who she could trust, she had nothing to lose. If she trusted Robin and he betrayed her then she would happily wait for her death, but if she trusted Robin and he made her happy, then she still won, either way it seemed she would receive some sort of release, she wouldn't have to carry on being this monster that she had become. Regina and the Evil Queen were at constant war with one another, currently she was Regina masquerading as the Evil Queen, but she didn't know how long it would be, before her evil side decided that she wanted to come out and play again.

She closed her eyes and buried her head in the pillow, she wasn't going to go so sleep, she was just going to rest her eyes… for a few… minutes.

There was a loud crash and she startled awake, only to feel someone running their fingers through her hair, to begin with, she completely forgot where she was, who she was and what she was doing; she let out a loud scream and pulled away.

"Hey, hey it's me, shush," Robin's comforting voice floated through the air and she relaxed of course it was Robin, this whole setup was to catch him.

"Don't touch me," she spat, moving out of bed, she had to put on a little performance first, before she simply fell into his arms and let him kiss away all her troubles.

"Regina, I need you," he stood up, grabbing her arms, "Regina, please, I can't stop thinking about you, about us," his hand came to her cheek as he played with her hair again, "I'm going crazy." He rested his forehead against hers, pulling her close, "please."

"You're a thief," she pushed him away gently, "you stole from the villagers, why would you do that?" she knew exactly why, to get her attention, but she needed to pretend that she was clueless, that she had forgotten about him and he wasn't the person she thought about every second of every day. She cast him an annoyed look, "you know I have no choice."

"What? Regina?" his eyes went wide, "what are you talking about?"

"The villagers are out for blood Robin, they came to me."

"I won't let them hurt you," he shook his head.

"It's not me they want to hurt," she stated, "it's you."

"I'm gonna give everything back, Gina, I'm going to give back what I stole, I only stole it to try and gain your attention."

"I knew it," she scoffed, pointing at him, "I told you that I never wanted to see you again Robin, that if I did, I would kill you."

"Regina, come on, you were angry that day, you pushed me away, but I'm here now."

"It's not good enough!" she shouted, "you didn't fight for me Robin, you made me so many false promises, you told me that you wouldn't leave, well so much for that Robin, you did leave! The same day you left! You left me, you promised me that you were in this for keeps, that you were going to help me, but as soon as I threaten your life a little bit, you give up on me!"

"I was giving you space, I thought you might need some time to cool off."

"Two months of fucking time?! Really, how is that supposed to help me, you were just another person that I lost, that I let down!" She realised exactly what she was feeling, hurt, she felt hurt that he hadn't come back for her, he promised he'd save her, then just left her alone again, just like that.

"You didn't let me down," he shook his head, "and I'm sorry."

"Why now? Why do you chose now to come back?"

"I was missing you."

She shook her head, "I don't believe you Robin, I think you're a liar, you're lying to me right this minute," he reached out to touch her and she pulled away violently, "don't touch me!" she screamed. "You gave me the worst thing you could give a person, hope."

"Regina, come on…"

"Rivers! Berkley!"

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking at her with wide eyes, "Regina, what are you doing?"

"Rivers! Berkley!" she could see he was freaked out and so he should be, her aim was to make sure that he never left her again and to do that, she would have to teach him a lesson.

The two guards rushed inside, looking from her to Robin, "your majesty?"

"Seize him," she ordered, she knew he could out run them, that he could escape, but he was standing still, unmoving. "What are you doing?" she asked as her men took his arms, "why aren't you escaping?! You can, you can just leave! Robin, try and escape god damn it!" She didn't understand, he just shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers, working to unnerve her slightly.

"I made that mistake once already, I'm not going to again, so you can do what you please with me your majesty, but I will not leave."

Her heart swelled and she nearly smiled at him, instead she just shook her head, "very well, take him to the dungeons and chain him up." She waved her hand, dismissing them from the room.

"Regina, I'm not going to give up on you! I'm not!" he yelled as he was dragged out of the room by her guards. The doors slammed behind him and she stared at the door, before moving back to the bed and sitting down.

He was crazy, why didn't he just run? Why didn't he leave when she had given him the chance? It didn't make any sense, unless, unless he was choosing her, why would he chose her? She'd threatened to kill him, she'd been the one to push him away the first time, she knew that, but why now would he want to stay when she was literally offering him a get out of jail free card?

It was so good seeing him again, feeling his touch, his hands caressing her skin; looking into his blue eyes that found their way deep into her soul, breaking down her defences as he wrapped himself around her, making her need him, rely on him even. She took a deep breath and laid down on the bed, she'd had her plan, the guards would try and get him and he would bolt, but he hadn't done, so now she didn't know what she was going to do, she had him hanging in her dungeon for god's sake.

She closed her eyes, trying to think about anything but Robin, anything but him being in that dark, dank place. Suddenly an image of her men beating him came into her mind, she didn't want that, that was the last thing she wanted, but she hadn't given any orders as to how they should treat him, none at all. What if they hurt him? She couldn't just lie there and think about him being hurt, she couldn't do it, she couldn't allow it, as evil as they might think her to be, she wouldn't allow someone she was beginning to care for to be brutalised by her men, she knew what they were capable of.

She jumped out of bed when something else came to mind, she hurried over to her balcony and found Henderson slumped against a wall out there, loud snoring coming from him, she kicked him and he fell over, so either he had drunk so much he was unconscious, or Robin had found some way to drug him, clever, very clever. She smirked and shook her head, before leaving Henderson on the balcony to go find Robin, the fresh air would do him good.

She arrived at the dungeons find Robin hanging in a cell, his hands and feet bound by chains, taking a deep breath she shook her head, "Berkley, Rivers."

"Your majesty," they stood up from their posts, "we did with the prisoner what you asked."

"I see that, thank you," she nodded, looking at Robin who couldn't hear her from where he was, "you may leave us now, go back to barracks." She saw that he was about to argue and shook her head, "I can take care of the prisoner from here, please go find Henderson and take him back with you, I'd prefer not to have that waste of space cluttering my balcony."

They nodded and left her to it, once she heard the main door close, she walked towards the cell, "Robin."

His head shot up and he met her gaze, "Regina."

She unlocked the metal door and walked in, it really was dreary down here, perfect for people who deserved to be down here, not Robin.

"Look, Regina I know you're angry at me, I should have come after you that day, but I wanted to give you space, I didn't want to push you, I'm an idiot I know that, please Regina."

"Don't talk to me like you know how I feel," she breathed, "don't talk to me like you know what I am going through, you have no idea!"

"Tell me, tell me all that."

"I can't," she shook her head.

"I know it's you."

"What?" she glared at him not knowing what the hell he was talking about.

"Regina, it's you isn't it, not her, I can see the differences between you and the Evil Queen. Right here right now, you're Regina," he grinned.

She shook her head, he was right, she couldn't be anyone but Regina when it came to him, it was as though the Evil Queen was scared of Robin, sure she would make the odd appearance, snapping at him sometimes, but Regina felt as though she had more control when she was with him. She walked closer and touched his face gently, casting him a small smile, before running her hands down up arms and unlocking the restraints there, followed by the ones on his ankles. She stood up and placed her hands on his shoulders, "how do you know that? How do you know that I don't want to just kill you, right here, right now?"

"Because I know what you really want," his hands came to her waist, "and it doesn't involve killing anyone," he moved his face closer to hers so that they were breathing the same air, her breath quickened as she felt his hands slip under her tight top and he ripped it open, showing his strength, which terrified and excited her at the same time. Her breasts were bare in front of him, before they had been peeking over her corset top, but now they were totally exposed, as was her stomach. He slipped it off her and dropped it to the ground, before his hands came to her breasts and he touched them, "is this what you want Regina?" he asked, pressing his lips across her shoulder, before looking up at her.

"Yes," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave into him, she needed to feel, needed him to make her feel again like he had done before.

He chuckled and stroked her cheek, "I missed you," he whispered, kissing across her jaw, before moving to her lips and kissing her deeply. Her mouth melded to his as she moaned and deepened the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck. She had missed his mouth, missed the magic he could make with it, the feelings he could evoke deep within her.

His hands ran up her arms and back again, before moving to her wrists, he grabbed them and before she knew what hit her, he clipped them into place in the handcuffs that were attached to chains hanging from the ceiling. She heard the click of the lock and the harsh metal against her skin. She tore her lips from his and looked up at her hands that were way above her head, "no," she shook her head, looking at him, "no!"

"Babe, relax."

"Robin, let me out! Let me out!" She cried, twisting and turning, trying to get loose from her restraints.

"Shush," he carefully touched her cheek, "I'm not going to hurt you, I'd never hurt you."

"Why?" she whispered, staring at him with hatred in her eyes, "why are you doing this?"

He removed his hands from her completely and pulled back, "I thought you might like to try something."

"What?" she asked, her heart beat speeding up as she looked into his eyes, trying to work out what he was talking about.

"If you don't want to, tell me now and I promise I will let you out."

"Try what?"

"God, you really don't know do you?" he shook his head.

"Robin, you're scaring me a little here." She admitted and it took a lot to scare her, it was probably because of everything she had gone through with Leopold and her lack of trust in people, that she was scared now. She liked to be in control of her own body, she liked to be able to escape if she had to, with her hands tied like this, she couldn't escape, could barely move, not that she thought Robin was going to kill her, or even hurt her, but she just felt nervous about what he was doing.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I just thought you'd know what bondage was."

"I… no," she whispered. So much for pretending to be someone well versed in sex, because clearly that was what he was talking about, it was obvious from the way he was looking at her, so he wanted to tie her up? Wasn't that a little insane? Not that she had any right to call anyone else insane, considering who she was, but, she didn't know about this, didn't know whether she wanted to or not.

He sighed and shook his head, moving his hands to her wrists, "I'm gonna let you down okay…"

"No don't, teach me."

"What?" he asked, searching her eyes as he moved closer to her.

"I want you to teach me," she stated, "show me Robin."

"Regina are you sure, I'm not going to do this if you are uncomfortable with it."

He looked hesitant, so she stared at him more intently, a flirtatious smirk coming onto her features, "Robin Hood, as your Queen, I demand you to show me."

He grinned and caressed her shoulders gently, "if it gets too much I want you to tell me okay, promise?"

"Yes."