This may or may not be M rated, you've been warned. Do you still like this story? I always worry that people don't like my writing.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Regina sat in a lounge chair in the corner of a posh room, she glanced around at the high ceilings and the four-poster bed. The room was highly decorative and pink, it would not have been her first choice as a colour, but it was beautifully contrasted with the dark mahogany of the wooden furniture. She ran her fingers across the upholstery and sighed, it had been a long day.

Once they had arrived at the castle she had been escorted to a bathroom and allowed to soak in a hot bath, they had to literally pry her away from Robin, she had been clinging onto him and very reluctant to let go, after what had happened who could blame her? When a lady's maid had tried to help her, she had snapped, telling her that she was quite capable of taking a bath alone and the girl had scuttled off, she hadn't seen her since, not that she was surprised, she had sounded like her mother and that she didn't like.

The bath had been soothing, but the colour of the water when she had gotten out had been less than desirable and made her stomach churn. It was a mixture of blood and mud that she had to wash off her body and out of her hair, yet she was sure she could still smell the coppery substance, it was as if it had been ground into her skin. Her clothes had most likely been tossed out, there was no way they'd be saved they were completely ruined and one wouldn't be able to make the assumption that her shirt had once been white.

She had scrubbed and scrubbed at herself, just trying to get rid of any reminders of what had happened that day, she just wanted to forget, forget everything. Forget that she had watched her friend get shot right in front of her, forget that she had been tied to a mast and beaten and most of all forget what had happened in Robin's quarters, banish those memories from her mind, ones of Robin on the floor bleeding to death from a bullet wound and of the man who had caused him to be that way's breath on her neck as his hand made it's way up her leg, she just wanted them gone, she wanted to be that innocent girl she had once been, but now she had seen what real brutality was and she could never un-see it.

Then there was the matter of her being able to heal Robin, that had just baffled her completely, knowing she had magical abilities was surreal, if she could save someone, bring them back from the brink of death, then what else could she do? How else could she help? Was that all she could do, heal? Even so, that was a special gift, something which would prove very helpful in her soon to be kingdom, to stop suffering and sickness, that was important, she would really be able to make a difference in her role as Queen. What if she couldn't use it on just anyone, what if she could only use it on Robin, heal Robin, what if it was because of this connection they had?

The budding thing in the back of her mind though was what if she wasn't accepted? Her people could brand her a witch and demand that she be burnt or something horrific like that. She was scared, really, really scared, she didn't know what was going to happen anymore, her future was uncertain. She pulled her legs up on the chair and looked at her hands, tracing her fingers over one of her palms. This was insane, she was just a normal girl, she hadn't asked for this and she wasn't sure that she wanted it, but then she reminded herself that without it Robin would be dead and she would be alone, so it couldn't be bad, could it?

Standing up she straightened her nightgown and walked to the window, looking out she saw small snowflakes falling from the sky, sighing she leant against the wall, they really were beautiful. All off a sudden there was a knock at the door and she glanced towards it, before deciding to go answer it, after all it might be Robin. Taking hold of the door handle she pushed it open to reveal a girl holding a tray with food on it, Regina couldn't remember the last time she had eaten and her stomach let out a grumble.

"Hello," the petite blonde greeted as she walked in, "I brought you some food, figured you might be hungry."

"Oh, I'm positively famished," she nodded watching as the woman poured some hot tea into a cup and handed it to her.

"Camomile, it's calming, should help settle your stomach."

"Thank you," Regina took the cup from her, "I'm Regina, I don't think we were introduce."

"Oh, how rude of me mam, Tinkerbelle, or just Tink, whatever," she shrugged.

"Hi."

"So, how are you dealing with the magic?" She asked, taking a seat opposite Regina.

"What?" She whispered, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Course you do, you have magic."

"No, I don't."

"Come on, Elsa sent me, I know you have magic and I'm here to help you until she can."

"You're going to help me?"

"Yes, well I am a fairy."

Suddenly wings sprouted from her back and Regina's mouth dropped open in shock, "you're a… you're…"

"A fairy."

"A fairy," she gasped shaking her head, "what the hell is going on? How can you be a fairy, you're…"

"Big?"

"Yes," she couldn't believe her eyes, there was a real fairy right in front of her, a fairy who had apparently invited herself in for tea and cakes.

"That's because I got big, I can be small too, if you'd prefer."

"No, I think I'm alright thank you," she was stunned, lost for words. She thought that fairies were myths, just part of legends, never in a million years did she think they were real, she thought they were fairy tales, something created in stories to excite little children. She had doubted magic was real also, but she had been proven very wrong and had the shock of her lifetime when she just started using it. "What is going on? Am I dreaming? I'm going to wake up and I'll be in the middle of some crazy dream, but in real life I'll be back home in my house, in my bed and I won't have magic!"

"Okay, I know you're probably freaking out about this," the wings disappeared again, causing Regina take a sip of her tea, hoping that it would quell her nerves. "Everyone does, it's new, it's strange and you don't have a clue what to do with it, but trust me, you'll learn, you will and when you do, you'll realise that magic isn't all that bad."

"Why does everyone assume it's bad then?" She asked, picking up one of the little sandwiches and taking a bite, not tearing her eyes from the woman, no fairy, sat in front of her.

"Because some of it can be bad, there's light magic and there's dark magic. Queen Elsa, her magic is light magic, we don't know what type yours is yet…"

"Wait, you mean mine could be dark? That I could be bad? I'm not a bad person, I swear I'm not, why would I have dark magic?"

"Okay, relax, we'll find out what type of magic you have. Do you know what colour the light was that occurred when you healed the prince?"

"White, I think it was white," she shrugged.

"That usually means that your powers are new, so it doesn't really help."

"Great," she sighed, burying her head in her hands, "I don't want this, I didn't ask for it."

"Well I'm sorry honey but you can't just give it up, it's part of you, always has been, magic is a gift and if you use it in the right way, you'll come to love it," Tink smiled, reaching out and holding her hands, "trust me, you'll wish you knew about it sooner."

There was another knock on the door and Tink stood up, "I should be going, but just don't worry okay, we'll help you."

Regina dropped her head to the arm of the couch and felt a hand on her back, there was a spark and she sat up, "Robin," she smiled as he lowered himself with a grunt to sit beside her, "sore?"

"Just a bit," he nodded, extending his arm in a silent message for her to cuddle up to him, one she read loud and clear, she shuffled under his arm and rested her head on his shoulder.

"That woman was a fairy."

"What?" he chuckled, brushing his fingertips along her upper arm.

"Hmm, she came to tell me that she was going to tutor me in my 'magical ways'"

"Right," he rested his chin on the top of her head as she continued to eat the little sandwich she had in her hand.

"It doesn't matter to you that I have magic, does it?" She asked, glancing up at him. She was worried that he would leave her, abandon her, but she knew he wouldn't, he had made that pretty clear earlier, but she just wanted to make sure, clarify.

"No, of course not, how are you feeling about it?" He reached out and picked up a sandwich for himself and another for her, which she eagerly took from him.

"Truthfully, I am scared Robin, to have these powers that I know nothing about, it's scary, I'm terrified right now. However, I suppose I'm somewhat excited too, if I can use this for the greater good then that would be amazing, wouldn't it?"

"It would," he nodded, his hand was dancing over her skin as he stopped at her cheek and stroked it gently. "I agree, though I'm worried, we don't know how people will react to this, I don't think we should tell people about your powers straight away, that is if you have more than one, it could have just been a one-time thing."

"You're right," she whispered, "although Tink seemed certain that I was going to have more powers and that they would either be light or dark."

"Well they're not going to be dark are they, this is you Regina, you are the least evil person I know, how could your magic be a bad thing?"

"I'm not sure," she yawned, picking up her tea and taking a sip. "Where's your room?" She asked, "is it as nice as mine?"

"It's literally across the hall and as for being as nice as this one, it's certainly less pink," he laughed.

"What's wrong with pink?" she giggled, challenging him as she placed one hand on her hip.

"Oh nothing, but this is, very pink, is everything pink in here?"

"Yes I think so, but I like it, it's light pink."

"True," he grinned, "you seem tired, I should let you go, I shouldn't really be in here anyway, someone could see and word might get back to our parents."

"Oh, we wouldn't want that now would we?" she sighed shaking her head as she watched him stand. "Would you like some cake?" She asked. She really didn't want him to leave her in alone in her room, she was in a strange place and she'd had a horrid day, she wanted him to hold her, had gotten used to it after their journey where he would hold her in his arms as she fell asleep and they would wake up together, sharing each other's body heat.

"Ooh, go on then, which one don't you want?"

"I want the chocolate ones," she smirked, looking down at the plate and seeing that every single one of them was chocolate.

"Wow, the Queen must really have a thing for chocolate."

"How did you guess?" Regina asked, letting out a little chuckle, "take any piece of cake you want, what's mine is yours."

"Why thank you milady," he leant down and kissed her. She hummed against his lips, her hand looping around the back of his neck as she pulled him down towards her. She lay back on the couch and made sure that he came with her so that he was hovering above her as he caressed her cheek. Pulling back from the kiss he leant his forehead against hers, "I love you," he whispered, "don't ever doubt that, not even for a second."

"I won't," she smiled, her hand coming to his side where the wound had been, "and you don't ever scare me like that again," she breathed, skirting her fingers under the fabric of the shirt he was wearing.

"Promise," he nodded, rubbing his nose against hers. "Now, I'm afraid I have to go to my own room, are you okay here by yourself?"

She really wanted to tell him that no she wasn't and that she wanted to stay with him, but she wasn't that weak, nodding her head she chuckled, "I'll be fine, I don't know how you're going to cope without me though."

"It'll be difficult I'm not going to lie to you," he kissed her again, running his fingers through her long flowing hair, "I think I may have become dependent."

"Ah well, no matter, this time next week we shall be married," she bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him.

"Yes we shall," he nodded, moving his hands to stroke past her collarbone and brushing the side of her breast causing her breath to catch as she maintained eye contact with him. His touch set her on fire and after what they had shared together a couple of days ago, she was excited for the real thing, to actually feel him inside her, there naked skin pressing together as he made love to her. He squeezed her breast gently and she let out a moan, arching into him, but when his hand moved to find her waist, he accidently knocked her ribs and she let out a pained yelp, jutting somewhat as she tried to catch her breath. "Oh god, your ribs, I'm sorry, are you okay?"

"Hmm," she nodded, finally being able to breathe again, "It's fine," she whispered, brushing her fingers over his cheek before leading his lips back to hers and kissing him soundly. "Carry on."

"You're injured, it wouldn't be right."

"Robin, you're not much better yourself, as long as you don't knock my ribs I'll be fine," Regina really wanted to feel his hands on her, caressing her, touching her. She took his hand in hers and placed it on her breast, "I want you to touch me." She breathed, her hand moving to the back of his neck as she played with the hair there. "You've never touched a woman before me, which means that you haven't properly touched one."

"What are you talking about?" He asked, looking down at her as he massaged her breast toying with her nipple.

"Why don't I show you?" She reached down and pulled her nightgown up, before finding his hand and moving it downwards.

"Regina, this is a bad idea."

"Oh god, do you think that everything is a bad idea?" She questioned, letting out a little giggle, "Robin, no one is going to know, besides we wouldn't actually be making love, we'd just be indulging in the activities that come before hand." She knew he was right, they would be in so much trouble if anyone found out what they were doing, but she had this insane need to feel close to him, to just have him touch her, to feel close to him, closer than they already were, she needed to be reminded that he was still here with her, she needed him to touch her like he'd never done before.

"Are you sure Regina? You can never undo this."

She laughed and shook her head, "I don't want to undo it, I want you to prove to me that you're still alive, I want to feel something."

"Okay then," he nodded, his hand slipping up her thigh, towards where she was throbbing with need, she needed to feel his hands on her, touching her intimately. He was just about to touch her when he stopped and pulled back, "I can't."

"Oh," she smoothed her thumb across his cheek. She wasn't going to force him to touch her, if he didn't want to that was just going to have to be fine, even though she knew that they could have so much fun together. If he wanted to wait until their wedding night to touch her properly, then that was okay. She was rather disappointed though, she had wanted to feel him, connect with him on a deeper level.

"No, I just meant, I can't here," he moved from on top of her and reached out to take her hand, leading her towards the bed.

"Ah, I see," she smiled, climbing on and lying in the middle.

"I don't want anything in return," he stated, "I just want to give you this okay?"

"Robin that's hardly fair…"

"No buts Regina, take it as a thank you for you saving my life."

"You don't need to thank me for that," she shook her head, making to sit up.

"Oh but I want to," a mischievous smirk came across his features as he lay her down again, pushing up the hem of her dress to reveal her to him.

She took a sharp intake of breath and wondered what he was thinking, no man had ever seen what was under her skirt, she just hoped that Robin would appreciate it, she knew from the look on his face that he would. His eyes were glazed over as he stared at her, his fingers ghosting across her inner thigh. He was knelt in between her legs and looked up at her, their eyes locking, "are you ready?"

"Touch me," she whispered, feeling the pressure given by his hands increase as they slid up towards her core. He was slow in his movements, planning out each and every movement in his head, she knew he was a novice and had not a clue what he was doing. He stroked her a couple of times, before one finger slipped between her slick folds, he brushed over a part of her that made her moan and she hoped he would do it again. He was exploring down there, that much she knew, because his touch wasn't just staying in one position, even if she wished that it would do.

She was sensitive, but there was a key place he seemed to been neglecting; he was tracing around her entrance and it felt amazing, but not as good as when his hand had had hit that one spot. She slowly moved her hand down and found his, "show me where you want to be touched," he breathed, watching her, she could tell that he had cottoned onto the fact that she wanted him in a specific area.

She drew his hand towards her clit and when he touched her, she let out a low moan, "there," she nodded, "right there." He chuckled and began to circle her clit, drawing out noises from her that were highly sexual. Then his other hand was in the mix, back tracing her entrance, testing the waters, he dipped one finger inside her, causing her to arch off the bed. Never had she felt something so strong, so powerful, especially when he curled it inside her and added a second finger as he began to thrust them in and out of her, causing the perfect friction, magnified when paired with the attention to her clit.

"God, Regina, you're so tight," he groaned, "so wet." Her eyes rolled back as she concentrated on the pleasure that was coursing through her veins.

"Oh Robin," she panted, arching towards him, then he was going faster, speeding up his actions, something that set her on fire. Her hands fisted the sheets, crumpling them as she tried to grip onto something. Her mouth dropped open as she began to whimper, it just felt so good and she was amazed by it. "Yes, Robin, yes!" She felt her inner walls clenching around his fingers, squeezing them as she shuddered, it felt like the breath was escaping her lungs as she arched her back, her hands were gripping the duvet so tight that her knuckles had turned white.

Her head dropped back on the pillow as her hand moved to slow his, she had felt his reaction to her coming on his fingers, he'd lost his rhythm, his hand faltered on her clit. Regaining her breath, she looked down at Robin, to see him shuffling awkwardly at the bottom of the bed. Frowning, she sat up, her body was still tingling, twinging with the aftershocks. "Robin?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yep," he nodded, his voice quiet as he refused to make eye contact with her.

She furrowed her eyebrows, had she done something wrong? She moved further down the bed and placed her chin on his shoulder, he pulled away, standing up, still refusing to face her. "Robin, what is it?"

"Nothing, it's nothing."

She didn't believe him, carefully she slipped off the bed, her night dress falling back down as she wobbled, her legs like jelly. "Robin," she took hold of his arm.

"Regina don't look at me."

"Why?" she asked, moving to the front of him and noticing that his face had gone a deep shade of red.

He shook his head and groaned, "this is embarrassing."

She cocked her head and looked down, her eyes finding the wet patch on the front of his pants and she realised what had happened, "oh, Robin, don't be embarrassed," she shook her head, bringing her arms to wrap around his neck. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about," she whispered, kissing him gently.

"I guess I just got a little…"

"Excited?" she asked, bringing her hand to run through his hair.

"Yes," he sighed.

"Just so you know, that was amazing for me," she smiled, "I don't blame you for being excited. How did I feel?" She questioned.

"Oh god, you felt so good."

"Yeah?" she bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him.

"Totally, you were so wet and hot and perfect," he kissed her deeply, his hands coming to her ass as he pulled her against him. When they couldn't possibly kiss any longer, he pulled back, moving his hand to run his fingers across her cheek. "I need to go now," he whispered, "but I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay," she nodded, bringing him in for one last kiss. "I love you and thank you."

"I love you too and it was my pleasure," he laughed, rolling his eyes as he looked down at his pants.

"Sorry," she chuckled, kissing him and nuzzling her nose against his, she couldn't resist, "good night," she walked him to the door, leaning against it as she watched him open his.

"Good night," he whispered, casting her one last smile before disappeared behind his door. She closed her eyes and shook her head she felt as though she could sleep for weeks, closing her own door she shuffled back towards the bed and dropped down, snuggling under the covers. She sighed, it was strange, her body felt completely relaxed, yet at the same time she was anxious, it was when she closed her eyes that the memories resurfaced, memories she didn't want to keep.

Unable to stop herself, she drifted off into the land of sleep, but there was no way that it would be a peaceful one...

Regina rubbed her eyes as she stirred, where was she? Looking around, she realised that she was in Robin's bed on the ship, Robin wasn't there, not in the room anyway and something in the pit of her stomach was making her terrified to even move from the bed. She wasn't in control of her actions as she got out of the bed and walked into the study. She stared out of the window noticing that it was night-time, but there were no stars and the moon was nowhere to be seen. She was surrounded by darkness and an eerie quiet that made her shiver, there was not a sound, not even the noise of the waves crashing against the sides of the wooden vessel.

She glanced around the room, noting that there was a single candle burning on Robin's desk, but suddenly the flame died and the room was dark. Just as her eyes adjusted to the new light, there was a thud coming from above, then another, followed by another, footsteps, it was footsteps and they were getting louder, getting closer. She stepped backwards, grasping onto the table behind her when she bumped into it, she could hear her heart pounding in her chest and her heavy breath as she watched the door.

Regina was shaking, paralysed with fear, she wanted to call out, call for Robin, but she couldn't speak, she opened her mouth, but no words came out, she wanted to scream, but no noise was heard, none but the footsteps that were increasing in volume. Whilst staring at the door, she saw a red substance that looked like blood, begin to flood through the bottom. Her breath quickened and the stomping reached a deafening altitude, then it stopped, went silent and all she could hear again was her heavy breathing.

The door slowly creaked open and a dark shadow came into view, followed by a hooded figure carrying a lantern. Then his face came into view and she felt hot tears roll down her cheeks, the sobs she wanted to let out didn't come and she found that she had no ability to make any noise as if someone had gouged out her voice box, preventing her from screaming. The man stepped closer and closer until she could feel him breathing against her, she knew who it was, would recognise him anywhere.

"Oh there we go, now you're scared." The gruff voice sounded, leaning over her and placing the lantern on the table as his hands ran up and down her body, she wanted to push him off, wanted to get away, but she couldn't, she couldn't move.

She heard herself ask where Robin was, but it hadn't come from her, it had been as though she was hearing someone else say it. The man let out that laugh, that terrorising laugh that scared her to death.

"Don't you remember?" he laughed, looking to the lifeless body on the floor, Regina followed his gaze and let a piercing scream…

She shot up breathless, tears rolling down her face as she shook her head, seeing Robin's body on the floor again was horrible, even if it was only a dream, only a dream. The room was pitch black and she immediately shot out of bed and out of her room, she couldn't be there alone, she snuck her way into his and found him asleep in his bed. She didn't think twice, before lifting the covers and slipping in beside him, cuddling up to him, his back against her front, "I love you," she whispered in his ear, she was still shaking, full of emotion as she kissed the top of his back, basking in the warmth he possessed,it was a massive comfort.

He stirred and she moved back a little bit, "Gina?" He asked, his voice sleepy as he reached out for her, "what are you doing in here?" He blinked his eyes open as he looked at her.

"Nothing, I just needed to make sure that you were okay." She sniffled holding onto him, before sitting up.

"I'm a big boy Regina," he laughed, but then he became serious, "Regina? Hey," he rubbed her back, "baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine," she cried, the tears starting anew as she buried her head in her lap.

"You really aren't fine," he shook his head, hugging her, "come here." He rested against the headboard and pulled her into his arms.

Her hands fisted the material of his shirt as she gripped onto him, sobbing in his arms, "I just… it's this day, it's just upset me a little."

"A lot," Robin corrected, running his hands up and down her arms, "it clearly upset you a lot, I'm not surprised," he sighed, "it's okay to just cry you know."

"No, it isn't," she shuddered, wiping her nose, "it was only a dream, who cries about a dream? I'm not twelve years old."

"Yeah, but what happened earlier wasn't just a dream," he kissed the side of her head and rocked her gently.

"I nearly lost you, I thought you were going to leave me, I thought that you'd gone, left me all alone," the tears were falling hot and fast as she shook her head, "I don't know what I would do without you Robin... it hurt me so much... I wanted to die with you."

"Hey, shushhh, I'm not dead," he comforted, holding her tight.

She sobbed into his shirt as he reclined them back on the mattress, "I know," she whispered, "oh Robin, I love you and I can't lose you, I can't. That man he…"

"He's dead Regina, he's never going to be able to hurt you or me ever again, I promise you."

"It doesn't mean that someone else can't hurt you." She breathed, her hands running across Robin, "but I won't let that happen," she sniffled, realising something, something important, "I can protect the both of us now, I'm going to learn how to use my magic."

"Well, okay," he nodded kissing her as her sobbing slowed. "If you want to learn how to use your magic, then that's fine with me."

"Can I stay in here?" she asked, pulling a pouty face as she chuckled, wiping her eyes, "or are you going to make me go back to my own bed, all alone?"

He laughed and shook his head, "you can stay here, but no one can know."

"I'm not going to tell anyone," she smiled, turning and allowing him to spoon her, his arm secured around her waist. She snuggled into his embrace, "Robin."

"Regina."

"I love you," she whispered, her fingers locking with his over her stomach as Robin nuzzled into her hair.

"I love you too, good night, again."

"Good night, again."