A/N: So, I started this prompt a couple days, but I struggled with it. That is because, while I have written smut before, I have never posted any of it. I've always felt that it was not good enough. The smut was requested, so I couldn't leave it out this time. Ugh. Anyway, enjoy this! Definitely AU after tonight's episode!

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time. If I did, then I would give Hook a damn break for once. I would also have more Roland in the episodes. That adorable little hobbit!

WARNING: HERE BE SMUT! BAD SMUT, BUT SMUT NONE-THE-LESS!

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Prompt: After a meeting with the Charming and Captain Swan, Robin confronts Regina about their kiss in the woods. Smut ensues. Then a fluffy morning after scene with Emma finding out about Outlaw Queen…

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Regina cannot help but let out a sigh of relief as everyone starts heading for her foyer after saying their goodbyes. Part of her is questioning her sanity at the moment. She had actually thought that it was a good idea to invite Emma and the Charmings over for a little late-night strategy meeting. It had been a ploy to take her mind off the fact that she had made out in the woods with Robin Hood like a teenager before freaking out and running away.

What she hadn't expected was the thief to walk in the house with them, as well as one extremely bitchy pirate captain.

So she had spent the last 45 minutes serving tea to people who had once been her mortal enemies, pretending to be fascinated with the two idiots and their not so bright ideas. She also had to deal with the puppy dog eyes that Emma kept throwing toward Hook while he faked like he didn't care. And all that time trying to ignore the fact the Robin's eyes had never really strayed from her.

She really shouldn't have let Snow's speech go to her head. Because now she is going to have to deal with all of these awkward moments between her and Locksley. She might actually have to find a new place to think on her own too…

Brown eyes study the table, already holding 2 half full coffee mugs in her hands. She wants to get this done as quickly as possible so she can go to bed and try to forget the past couple days. A second trip doesn't sound too appealing, but she is just going to have to deal.

Suddenly, a large hand comes into view and begins to pick up the rest of the dishes on the table. Her eyes are once again drawn to the black ink on his forearm. She is growing to hate that damn tattoo…every time she sees it, she is reminded of the life that she had given up so long ago.

"I thought you had left with the others." She says, trying to keep all of the emotion out of her voice. Part of her is estatic that he is still here while the Evil Queen side wants to use some magic and leave him in the middle of the woods, naked.

Damn. Now she cannot get the image of him without clothes out of her head…

He gives her a look. "Is that truly what you thought, milady? Or were you merely hoping for that outcome?"

She walks toward the kitchen, Robin at her heels. She really does not want to be rude to him. Then again, she is the Evil Queen. This is her house and she can be as rude as she damn well pleases. She puts the dishes in the sink before turning to face him. "A little bit of both. Now, what do you want?"

Robin slips beside her to deposit the dishes in his arms into the sink as well. "Surely you jest. You know exactly why I am here. We need to discuss what took place last night."

A dark chuckle echoes around the kitchen as she takes a couple steps away from him. "I am sure you know what a kiss is, thief. And you know that it meant nothing."

His body tenses up and she gets the feeling that she has finally pushed him too far. In seconds, she is pressed against the counter, his hands resting beside her hips in order to block her in.

Their noses nearly touch as he leans in close. Her hands tremble at her sides as she feels his breath against her skin, much as she had the previous evening. "Do not lie to me, Regina. It definitely meant something."

Now her lower lip begins to quiver, but she is still trying to be defiant. "What makes you think that?"

A hand drifts up her side and her eyes flutter closed at the touch. "You wouldn't have run away if it meant nothing. You would have taken exactly what you wanted."

"I did take what I wanted."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he speaks once again. "Then why are you trembling in my arms now, your majesty?"

She opens her mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. There is no sarcastic response that she can make right now. She just wants him in any way that she can have him, consequences be damned. She runs her hands up his arms to his shoulders.

The only movement in the room is Robin breathing in out against her ear, as he waits for her to make up her mind. She can either pull him closer or push him away. And as much as he wishes for her to choose the former, he will walk out the door if she really does not want this.

Her hands drift down, clutching the scarf around his neck that had become a mainstay in his wardrobe. He allows his lips to barely brush against her jawline as he pulls himself back, wanting to see the look on her face.

The brown in her eyes is nearly consumed by black as she looks up at him. Painted lips are parted as she tries to catch her breath. It is the same look he had seen on her face the night before. Feeling the tug on his scarf, he moves forward at the same time she does and their lips meet once again.

This kiss is much different from their last. It is desperate…a clash of lips, teeth, and tongues as they see who can take control. His hands grip her hips, pulling her against him. She lets out a groan at the feel of him, her hand twisting in the green material.

She jerks her head back, causing him to look at her in confusion. Without a word, she pulls the scarf over his head and tosses it in some random direction. He grins at her. "Eager, your majesty?"

Her eyes narrow on him. "Shut up and get naked, thief."

"As milady commands." He says, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

Regina drinks in the sight of the newly bared flesh, biting her lower lip. The life he led has been both harsh and kind to his body. She can see some scars, but he was well defined from his archery. She runs her fingers over a scar on his collarbone, then with her lips.

He lets out a growl that makes her knees go weak. "Your turn." He calls out, reaching for her button down shirt. She goes to help him, but it is not necessary. He tugs it open and buttons go flying everywhere. Her mouth opens to yell at him for destroying one of her favorite blouses, but the heated look in his eyes stops the complaints.

His eyes are focused on the purple lace bra that she is wearing. It is now that she realizes that he has never seen one before. The women of the Enchanted Forest used corsets still. He pushes the useless silk off of her shoulders so he can get a better look at her. His hands slide back up her body to brush against the lace.

She shivers and arches her back, pressing her breasts into his hands. He groans at the feel of her, running his thumbs along the edges of the material and barely brushing against her skin. "You look magnificent." He breathes out, tugging the cups down so he can feel her skin on skin.

Her head falls back as he brushes her nipples, her hands gripping the counter for support. A gasp escapes her parted lips as he tugs at the sensitive nubs. His eyes darken at the sound and he repeats the movement a few times to see what other noises he could get her to make.

Robin leans down and takes one nipple in his mouth, causing her to cry out. She reaches one hand up to grip at his hair once again, arching into him. He runs his tongue over it a few time as he suckles, pulling the most delicious noises from her lips. His mouth then moves over to pay the same attention to her other breast. But he does not have the patience to keep up with the teasing for too long. He'll have enough time to tease her later.

He pulls his head back and smirks up at the Queen. Her eyes are now fully black as she stares up at him. Her chest rises and falls with the heavy breaths that she keeps drawing. She stands up straight and reaches behind her, unhooking the bra and tossing it off to join his scarf and shirt.

Her hands reach out and grab the waistband of his jeans, pulling him into her. She presses her lips to his once again as she starts to unbutton his pants. He grins against her mouth as he pushes at the waistband of her skirt. It doesn't budge, so he allows his hands to roam, searching for whatever kind of fastener keeps the blasted thing on her.

His fingers find and lower the zipper at the same time that she pulls down his own. Her hand slips beneath the material and she grins against his mouth the moment she realizes that he is going commando.

A groan escapes his lips as she closes her hand around his erection. Control shifts for a moment as she runs her hand down his length. He squeezes his eyes shut before grabbing her wrist and pulling her away. Her head tilts to the side in confusion, but then she chuckles as he grabs the black skirt and shoves it down her body to pool at her feet. His thumbs hook into either side of her panties and start to work them down her hips as well. "Eager much?" She purrs.

He grabs her bare hips and hoists her up on the counter, causing her to squeak out at the sudden movement. Suddenly, it seems like a bad idea to tease him. His hands go back to the purple lace, pulling them down her legs before flinging them behind his back.

She slides her legs open as he moves forward. His own pants fall to the floor as he pulls her to the edge, settling her directly over his arousal. Regina grabs his shoulders, rubbing against him. "Please…" She whispers, her lips barely brushing his as she leans in close. "Robin, please."

It is his name on her lips that is his undoing. He thrusts into her and watches in fascination as she throws her head back and moans. It has been so long for the both of them that they do not try to take things slow. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent moon shapes in his skin.

Their foreheads press against one another. Their breath mingles with every pant and moan. The two of them attempt to get as close as they can get, melding their two silhouettes into one, their eyes never moving from the other's gaze. Robin is fascinated at the normally reserved and in control Queen finally letting loose. And Regina is amazed that someone can still look at her as if she is the sun after everything that she has done.

She gasps against his mouth as he starts moving faster. She is so close to climax that she can almost taste it. Her other leg wraps around his hip, so that she can move with him. He takes the hint and begins to move fast, drawing more of those sexy sounds from her lips.

Suddenly, she is scouring his back with her nails, crying out as she finally tips over the edge. He groans, feeling her tighten around him in every way possible. It is not long before he falls over the edge himself, burying his face into her neck.

Her hands come up and cradle his head, holding him against her as they try to regain their wits. A slight whimper escapes her throat when she feels him slip out of her, already feeling a bit colder at the loss.

Robin lifts his head up at the sound. "Are you alright, Regina?"

She smiles up at him, running a hand over the side of his face. "I'm fine."

"Do you still wish for me to leave?"

Regina chuckles. "I'd rather have you take me upstairs."

"As milady commands." He says, hoisting her up into his arms.

He manages to take two steps before stumbling, forgetting that his pants are still around his ankles. She cannot help but laugh out loud before waving a hand. They kiss once again as purple smoke consumes them to take them to her bedroom.

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Regina spins around as she hears the stairs creek, eyes searching for the thief. This is definitely a new feeling for her, having a man stay the night (of his own free will). But there is a part of her that is waiting for him to run, now that he has gotten into her bed.

The grin that curves his mouth the moment that he sets his eyes on her silences that part of her. There is no way that he is going to run wearing nothing but a pair of unfastened jeans. Instead, he starts walking straight toward her. "Good morning, your majesty."

Her eyes roll back. It seems like he is enjoying his new term of endearment. Two can play at this game… "Took you long enough to wake up, thief." She says, turning back to the stove.

His arms slip around her waist and he rests his chin on her shoulder. "Sorry, but something kept me up all night."

She turns in his arms so that she can hold him close. "I would apologize for that, but I am not really sorry about that."

Robin laughs at the cheekiness of the Evil Queen. It is not something that he has ever thought that he would see. He leans in, pressing his lips to hers.

The doorbell echoes through the house, shattering their quiet morning. She lets out a groan, resting her head against his chest for a moment. "Reality calls." She mumbles.

"How about I get the door?"

Brown eyes go wide for a moment before she smirks. "You know what, go ahead."

He heads for the foyer, followed by Regina. She is trying not to laugh like a maniac at the thought of whoever being on the other side of the door seeing Robin in his state of dress. It is going to be priceless. Robin opens the door to reveal the blond savior.

Emma stares at the man, her mouth falling open for a moment before she turns a bit red. "Oh…hi Robin."

The thief grins at her. "Good morning, Emma. Is there anything that you need?"

It takes a moment for the princess to get her bearings before she is able to answer. "I just wanted to talk to Regina about the plan, but it can wait a bit longer. Sorry for interrupting." Then she down the front stairs and moving as fast as she can without running.

Regina can't help but giggle. It is not often that she sees Emma as flustered as she just was.

He closes the door and starts walking back to her. "Did you have fun, milady?"

"Yes." She says, heading back toward the food. "Even though this meeting is going to be useless."

"What makes you say that?"

She snorts. "If Emma is anything like her mother, the entire town is going to know about the two of us in about an hour. We will spend the entire strategy session getting stared at. You might even have your intentions questioned."

He is once again pressed against her back, nuzzling her neck. "Sounds like fun."

Her hands grip his as she lets her eyes drift closed. The town might still be in danger, but right now, she cannot muster up the will to care about anything more than the man holding her close.