Crossing my fingers on this one. I just wrote it last night (4.5 hours a day of biology starting Tuesday will probably kill productivity) and this was partially written right after I first saw 1x11 and I just changed it to suit Outlaw Queen (although if I've been successful you should have no indication of who the original idea was about and this shouldn't be relevant). Also this and everything else I have written at the moment is in order, so this takes place a couple weeks or so after the last chapter.
"Gods Regina, there's someone in your mirror."
By chance he'd caught a glimpse of the distraught face in Regina's mirror.
Regina put her hands on his chest to gain the leverage to lean back and get a view of the mirror in question.
"Oh that's just Sidney. Don't mind him," she replied nonchalantly with pursed lips.
Sidney was rendered speechless at the sight of Regina on top of another man. Despite the amount of times Regina had titillated and tortured him with her trysts, it never got less painful.
"You know he's there?" Robin asked indignantly.
"Of course. I can't control when he wants to look in," she answered, unperturbed.
Robin looked at her like she'd grown two heads. He couldn't believe that she was acting like this was normal.
"Has he been watching us every time we've-"
"How should I know?" she cut in, "Unlike you I haven't exactly been focused on the mirror. And they all say I'm vain," she muttered.
She'd honestly assumed the genie probably had been watching by now. Despite everything, Sidney couldn't let go of his obsession. Which was perfectly fine by her. Just knowing that he would probably be compelled to watch her, like a train wreck he couldn't look away from despite the hatred and horror it brought him, had always made her dark heart beat faster. She liked his pain.
"You're acting like you don't care."
When this facet of her emerged it always struck Robin. Normal was most certainly not the word for Regina. She kept him in his toes, sometimes in the worst way.
"Well if he wants to see exactly what he can never have," she replied looking at Sidney diabolically, "what does it matter to me?"
Despite being on the path to redemption, the thrill of torturing Sidney was no less strong than at the height of her evil. She didn't take well to being viewed as an object. So she took a particular joy in showing off what he wanted to posses.
Sidney seemed to recover from his shock at her taunt and disappeared. Robin was looking at her with bewilderment.
"He's had enough misery for one day, now can we get back to this?" she asked with a roll of her hips.
His head was tempted to say no, and to be properly disturbed in the joy she took in the man's agony. But she was irresistible and distracting. Besides there would always be time for words later.
...
"How did a man end up in your mirror?"
He was still unsettled by the entire idea. It was one thing to know Regina had been the Evil Queen. And it was another to see someone he assumed must have been a human being stuck in a mirror for eternity.
Regina had just rolled off of him and out of bed, and was untangling her hair whilst looking in the same mirror Sidney had appeared in before.
"You think I trapped him there don't you?"
Her voice contained more amusement than annoyance, much to Robin's relief. The last thing he wanted to do was alienate her.
"The possibility did cross my mind," he admitted sheepishly.
"He trapped himself," she replied, her tone shifting from amusement to revulsion.
"How?"
He was partially interested in the situation, and he was partially finding a reason to stall departing.
"He fell in love with the woman he thought I was," she turned to face him, "Worst mistake he could have made."
For a moment Robin froze. That couldn't be a warning that she knew how he felt, could it? Her darkly playful expression that always accompany recounting her evil deeds reassured him that the threat he felt was unintentional.
"And who exactly did he think you were?"
He supposed the question he really wanted to ask was who she thought she was. He had a strong suspicion that she didn't see herself the way he saw her in the slightest, and her answer confirmed it.
"A trophy, a damsel, a good woman, someone who wasn't broken, someone who deserved love, how should I know?" she answered with a shrug of her shoulders, "But he couldn't bear to part with his fantasy. So he wished he would never have to."
Her tone grew darker and filled with more abhorrence with each word. She didn't know if she should hate the genie or herself more, so she settled on complete loathing for both of them. For most people a statement like hers was a cry for compliments and reassurance. But for Regina it was simple; she owned the darkness always bubbling under the surface of her skin. She half-hoped it would scare him away. The other half hoped that he would never really realize it was there.
He almost said it right them. He almost told her he loved her. But he decided it just wasn't the right moment. He wished he could hold her and tell her that she wasn't bad or broken and that she was loved, even if she didn't know it. He wanted her to see herself the way that he saw her. Except he couldn't.
Instead he started picking up his clothes. He didn't want to leave, but he felt he didn't have a choice. He almost reached out to touch her bare shoulder, to say something to bring her comfort. But he stopped himself right before he made contact with her skin. However noticing his presence right behind her, she spun around.
"What?"
I love you.
"Have a good night Regina."
"Yeah, you too."
Glancing down at her body, he fought the urge to drag her right back to the bed. But his feelings were on the tip of his tongue and he knew if he remained with her any longer they would fall out. So he left.
…
"Did you enjoy the show Sidney?" she drawled into the mirror he'd once given her.
The genie's face appeared in the mirror, his gaze instantly trailing down her body.
"You know I didn't your majesty. Isn't that the point?" he answered with resignation.
Regina shrugged her shoulders in agreement.
"So will I be seeing him again?"
"You won't, but I most certainly will," she replied with a smirk, placing the mirror in a drawer for the first time. She was starting to think she no longer needed his suffering. Right now she had something better.
