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All mothers, at some point in their lives, told their daughters how dangerous it was to wander around in the forest all by themselves. Cora hadn't been any different. As a matter of fact, she was stricter in her rules compared to other parents.

Yes, Regina grew up hearing these rules, listening to her mother go on and on about how absolutely treacherous it was for a young girl to be leaving her chambers all by herself. She had grown accustomed to it, and getting on her mother's nerves had been the last thing she wanted.

So when she stepped on a branch and her heel got stuck in the mud, her mother's words echoed in her mind. Don't wander around the forest all by yourself, Regina! Yeah right, welcome to reality…

She did a double check to see if she had spilled any of the chicken soup held between her trembling hands. Her fingers clutched tightly to the sealed bowl and she managed to set her expensive shoes free from the mud with a low curse uttered under her breath. She had indeed told Robin that this was her forest, however, knowing how things worked did not make the process go any easier. She desperately wished she had dressed appropriately for the environmental conditions.

His camp wasn't far. After hearing the news Roland was ill, it hadn't taken long for her to make the soup; knowing with the conditions he had, by the time Robin would finish heating up a chicken, Roland would already be heading into pneumonia. Regina loved the little boy, that's why she refused to leave him in Robin's hands. His unconditional love did not cure flu, and neither did those plants; there was a reason life expectancy in Storybrooke was almost double that in the Enchanted Forest.

After a minute or two, the camp came into sight. She could hear the bon-fire and a few of the Merry Men laughing and talking around it -they did tend to be quite loud after all. Though, she was grateful for the noise they provided her with, considering the forest was pitch black and the weather was starting to get cold anyway. Holding the bowl in one hand, she tightened her coat around her shoulders and made her way to the semi-civilization.

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Robin parted the flaps and walked out of the tent that housed his sick son. Friar Truck was still in there, desperately increasing the amount of leaves that he so delicately heated and wrapped around Roland's throat. The little boy complained from time to time and screamed as best as he could with a sore throat whenever Robin told him he'd be right back. It broke his heart to leave his son's tent but then he found himself thinking… I will literally return in 5 minutes..

"Oi!" Will Scarlet's voiced echoed throughout the busy camp. "Mate!"

"I'm here."

"It's, uhm…" Will made his way to him with a scared expression on his face. "Ya know,"

"Hm?"

"It's the Evil- I mean your wife- no wait, I mean her majes, no your majesty-"

"Regina?" Robin instantly raised his eyebrows as his gaze left Will to patrol around the area.

"Yes, her!" Will exclaimed as if it was some kind of an achievement. "She's comin'."

"Where is she?" his hands went to his coat and he straightened his clothes up a bit. Upon seeing his attempts to fix his already disheveled appearance, Will just chuckled.

"Right outside."

"Well?"

"Well wha'?"

There was a semi awkward silence before Robin asked cautiously. "How do I look?"

Will was taken aback with the question. He did everything in his power not to snort and embarrass the man before him any further. "Dashing." He managed to say, biting his lip.

However Robin was too busy fixing his jacket to notice the sarcasm. "Why don't you go help her?"

"Me, haha no way in bloody hell!" he threw him a look as if Robin had gone mad. "She's your girlfriend, your responsibility."

Robin's hands curled into fists in his pockets and he sighed. The weather was getting cold and a rather strong wind shook their camp. "She's not my-"

"I suggest you hurry up; she did not look pleased."

Will scattered away before Robin had a chance to call him back. Anticipation started building up in his chest and he, once again, straightened his coat before walking over to the direction Will was pointing at.

He spotted her right outside the camp.

"Can I just say…" he spoke up once he inched closer. "…how absolutely thankful I am?"

He watched as Regina gasped and looked up to meet his gaze. "I couldn't let a young boy die."

"He's not dying," Robin scoffed as he made her way to her. It was difficult to see around but she was wearing a light grey dress that made it easier for him to see her. "He's just…a big fan of attention."

"I'll be the judge of that."

Once they met, Robin opened up his arms in the hopes of a hug but instead a bowl of chicken soup and a duffel bag hit him in the chest.

"Hold these," Regina said and once he had wrapped his hands around the hot bowl, she walked past him. "Where is he?"

"Woah, you didn't come here for me indeed." He replied mockingly, before following her.

He couldn't help but admire her as they walked; she had a way of looking truly beautiful no matter how late in the night it was.

"He's in that tent over there."

They entered the camp and he saw that his Merry Men went quiet at the mere sight of her. Regina, on the other hand, was used to the cold treatment, and so without glancing in any other direction, she made her way to the tent Robin pointed at.

It was humorous; the second Regina walked into the tent, Friar Truck walked out.

Robin chuckled and followed her into the tent.

Upon closing the flap behind him, he turned to see Regina immediately kneeling beside the boy. It really was a marvelous sight. However, what surprised him the most was, when Regina whispered, Roland's eyes shot open and he instantly sat up before throwing herself at her.

"Gina!"

She caught the boy and let him hug her. Roland's arms were tight around her neck and Robin forgot to close his mouth. After a minute, Regina put the boy down.

"A little bird tells me you're sick."

"I'm not!" Roland insisted, then he coughed.

Regina let out a laugh. She then realized how much Roland reminded her of Henry when he was young. He used to pretend he was all grown up and refused to admit he had gotten sick. Back in the day, Regina would spend hours trying to convince the boy how strong he was and the cough syrup was only going to make him even more powerful.

She was pulled out of her memories when Roland coughed again. And only then, she noticed Robin's presence in the small tent as he stood right behind her.

She looked up at him. His hands were still occupied with the bowl of soup she had forcefully handed to him, and her duffel bag that she had prepared quickly before leaving the house, hung over his shoulder. And his gaze was locked on the two.

"Robin," she called to him, extending a hand to ask for the bag.

"Hmm?" He didn't quite acknowledge her ; too busy musing on how she was actually in his tent, taking care of his son before him.

"Robin!"

"What?" He was finally snapped out of his day dream.

"Give me the bag," she demanded, though she didn't wait for him to comply and reached out to pull the duffel bag out of his grasp anyway.

"Alright, let's get you to bed." Regina then turned to Roland. However, the little boy had no intention of obeying her. Instead, he jumped on Regina once more, before wrapping his tiny arms tightly around her.

"But, I don't wanna!" he yelled and Robin was surprised to see his voice was no longer hoarse… It looked as if Roland was only acting to get Regina to visit their tent. Well, like father like son…

She laughed but Robin frowned. "Come on, boy. We need to listen to Her Majesty."

"Oh, you don't have to-"

"Let him grasp a sense of authority," Robin winked at her. "You are the Queen after all."

"Qween?" Roland asked incredulously. "Dad, do Qweens have Kings?"

"They do."

Regina immediately shot Robin a deadly look and he quickly regretted his answer. They both knew what the boy's next question would be.

"Then who's your King, Gina?"

There it was. Now, who was going to explain to Roland how a monarchy worked?

There was silence between the two adults as both of them threw each other meaningful looks, trying to convey how they wanted the other one to answer the question. Roland's curious eyes went back and forth between them. Robin swallowed and found that the chicken soup in his hands was far more interesting than he had given it credit for.

"Well, dear… Queens don't necessarily need Kings." Regina uttered in a soft voice, quietly wondering how this conversation went from little birds and cough syrups, to bylaws of sovereignty.

"They don't?!" The little boy's eyes grew wide.

"No, well… Sometimes they do."

"Do you have a King, Gina? Is he strong?" His voice grew louder. He was truly excited for an idea of this strong man with a sword and all that fanciful fairytale folly.

"I did, but not anymore." Regina answered honestly, though she refused to think of Leopold. All that mattered now was this lovely, innocent little boy in front of her.

"Then, Papa can be your King! Right, Papa?" Roland suddenly yelled in excitement. "He is strong too!"

"Alright!" Robin cut him off before he could make either of them blush any further. "Let's get you to bed!"

And despite the young boy's protests, Robin kneeled and set the bowl down next to the pair before pulling him away from Regina, setting him down on his make shift bed as she was already pulling the covers over his body.

"The boy is sick, I don't understand why he's here in this cold tent instead of my house." She reached over to her bag.

"He's just a little tired, that's all. We wouldn't want you to go through the trouble." He stroked Roland's hair who was listening the conversation with wide eyes.

"He's coughing, Robin." She corrected him. Why did he always have to take the matters so lightly?

"Not right now."

Roland coughed again. Robin immediately regretted his words and turned around to see Regina giving him a deadly look.

"Move."

"Yes, ma'am."

Robin watched as Regina moved closer to Roland as she shuffled through her bag. The little boy's eyes curiously watched her as she fished out a foreign object before holding it in front of her face in triumph.

"Open up," she gestured to the young boy's mouth and much to Robin's surprise, he complied. Since when did Roland do what he was asked?

"What's that?" he asked from right beside her, a little scared of asking Regina what was she doing but uncomfortable with the fact that she was sticking a metal object into his son's mouth.

"It's a thermometer, to see if he has a fever." She replied, and as they waited, her hand went up to Roland's forehead.

His skin was not warm. She then checked to see if he had a runny nose. That was also negative. A few moments later, the thermometer beeped and Roland laughed in glee.

"Good news, no fever." She announced. "No runny nose, he's not lethargic… so just a small cough, huh?"

Robin watched in awe as she held his son's nose and squeezed it. Roland squirmed in glee. It was as if his cold tent was warmed up with their affection towards each other. He just found it funny how when it came to him, Roland pretended to be a big boy who didn't need anyone's help. But when he was with Regina, he practically became a devoted son who was willing to do anything to make her happy. It seemed as though his son had a little infatuation with the Queen.

Well, he wasn't the only one…

"Look what I've cooked for you!" Regina smiled at him before opening the bowl and taking a spoon out of her bag.

"After this, I'll give him a cough syrup." She informed Robin as she spoon fed the young boy. "And we'll leave him to rest. He'll be fine by morning."

Robin nodded and watched her take care of his son, unable to get rid of the smile plastered on his face.

A few moments later, they emerged from the tent. It was close to midnight, and way after Roland's bedtime, so, naturally, after the soup, Robin's son fell into a blissful sleep.

I would too, Robin thought, if I had Regina to take care of me like that.

"I bet you a satchel of gold that he pretended to be sick just so you would come all the way over here." He spoke once he stood in front of her. Moonlight danced around her eyes and took his breath away.

"Keep your satchel. I'm here because he was sick. Pretend or not doesn't concern me." She smiled, eyeing the tent.

"So you're saying next time, if I pretend to be sick, you'll come?"

Her only answer was to scoff before rolling her eyes. He saw a small blush creep up her cheeks but refused to voice it. "Jokes aside," he continued, grabbing her attention once more. "Thank you so much for coming. It means a lot to me."

"Of course," she nodded.

"I know it probably only took you a few minutes to make that soup, but seeing Roland with a mother figure after such a long time, you have no idea how important that is."

"I do." She replied and her hand went up to his arm. His coat felt cold and rough between her fingers. "Henry grew up without a father figure. I know what that does to a kid."

"Well then," his gaze went to her hand on his arm. "Let me pay you back."

"Oh, you don't have-"

"Don't leave." He didn't know what pushed him into making that offer. "Stay. Let us treat you well for a night."

"No, Robin, really." She smiled. "Thank you but, I don't think-"

"Regina, please. Stay."

"Stay?!" Harry suddenly spoke up. Both of them looked up to see the younger Merry Man eavesdropping on their conversation. He had a few blocks of wood on his shoulders, obviously bringing them into the camp to provide them with some heat for the rest of night. "Oi! Lads! The Queen will be stayin' throu' the night!"

Lo and behold, the word travelled around the camp and in a matter of seconds, all the Merry Men's heads were turning in their direction.

"Her Majesty is stayin'!" Friar Truck echoed Harry's words.

"Bloody hell!" Will exclaimed, quickly running over to the bonfire to see if anyone was cooking.

"Get the wood, I'll set up a tent!" Harry ran hurriedly towards his friend.

Regina watched the event unfold before her with wide eyes and parted lips. When she turned to Robin, his face illuminated by the fire burning just a few feet away, he smiled at her. "I don't think you have a choice now."

"I don't think I do…" she agreed, already beginning to feel herself warming up to the environment around her.

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A few moments later, when she was sitting on a log before the campfire with Robin seated right beside her, more practical questions began to roam over her mind. Questions such as; what she was going to sleep in, and where she was going to stay.

When Harry placed an unknown stew on her lap with a proud grin, and Little John handed her a cup of ale, she realized how completely out of her comfort zone she really was. She looked up. Robin's men were slowly taking their place around the campfire with their bowl of stew in hand. The fire burned bright as ever.

"You're not eating?" She looked at Robin.

"Already have."

"Oh…" She hummed and turned back at her food before testing it with her spoon. It moved and a shiver ran down her spine.

"You don't have to eat it if you don't want to."

"Oh thank God…" she said in relief before putting the cup on the ground next to the log.

"If I remember correctly, this is your first time camping."

She looked up at Robin. She noticed how his thigh was just inches away from hers, and when her gaze traveled above, she realized the fire made his eyes seem more grey than blue. Butterflies filled her stomach, and she couldn't help but think about how he had kissed her the night before.

"Indeed, it is," She replied after she remembered to speak. Men around her chatted quietly, their conversations blurring slowly into the night. No one was paying her any more attention more than they were supposed to.

"What do you think of the camp?" Robin asked. His voice was soft and his accent sounded delicious.

"Besides the interactive food?" she mocked and he rolled his eyes. "I like it; it's cozy... and quiet."

"Unlike the rest of your town," he scoffed and when she gave him a mean look, he corrected himself. "I'm not saying it's bad… it's just that, the drama never ends over there.

"Hm-mh…" she nodded, licking her lips.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, but in a span of one week I found myself being stuck in a hotel room with the Queen who -back in the day- had put a reward for my head, gotten completely wasted with the same monarch, survived through a power outage that felt like the end of the world itself…"

"Yes but-" Regina stammered when he paused for breath.

"I'm not done," he interrupted her. "Saved her life on the rooftop, only to get slapped by her an hour later, and to top it all off, pretended that she was my wife."

"Hey, that was your idea." She turned to him. All the others around her were long forgotten. Everything else was forgotten besides him.

"Because of Cruella, who is your friend."

"Fine, you do have a point…" she nodded. "But all that only proves how boring life is in the forest."

"You're in the forest now, I don't see you complaining." He smirked and raised one eyebrow.

"I didn't know you were such a fan of my complaining." She bit her lip.

"Robin!" Little John called out to them and they both stopped talking to direct their attention to the man who came to kneel right beside him. "With your permission, the lads have a few questions for her majesty."

Robin's gaze found Regina's and he quietly searched her eyes for permission. When she nodded, he turned to Little John. "Go ahead."

It was interesting how respectful his men were towards Robin. For a brief moment, she wondered if any of her servants had been this cautious with her, this humble and this obedient.

"Your Majesty," Friar Truck started. Everyone around the fire stopped talking to turn their attention to her. "With your permission, I need to voice an opinion that was discussed by many of the men here. We do not mean to cause you any disrespect but this is a matter that concerns both our leader," with that he glanced at Robin, "and the future of our camp."

"I'm listening." Regina nodded, peeking at Robin who was staring at Friar Truck.

"Robin," he swallowed. "We have heard rumors of a marriage. Did you and Her Majesty tie the knot?"

Regina gasped and felt Robin's hands instantly clasp around hers on her knee.

"Because," Friar Truck continued. "We need to know if she will be in charge when you're gone. The men need to know who to follow in case of an emergency." He looked at Regina. "Will you be taking over Maid Marian's duties?"

Regina's fingers tightened around Robin's as she took a deep breath and stared incredulously at the men before her. Her lips parted in shock as her gaze travelled around the camp to see if anyone was objecting to the question. No, instead everyone was nodding along, expecting an answer. Eyes still wide with surprise and completely at a loss of words, she turned to Robin who had a similar look on his face.

"I…" she felt the need to speak but was quickly interrupted by the man sitting next to her.

"What you heard is true."

An audible gasp could be heard from all throughout the camp. It did not keep Robin from speaking.

"Regina and I did indeed exchange our vows. This makes her my wife, and a respected lady in this camp. Whatever she decides will be obeyed." His gaze danced around the camp fire before landing on her as he explained. "Marian used to be second in command. In the cases of my absence, my men followed her. If you would like to assume her duties, we'll be utmost grateful."

Regina was star struck, stupefied, flabbergasted. All she could do was to stare at her mock-husband's deep blue eyes and stumble over her words. Did he not understand how big of a responsibility that was? True, back in the day she had ruled an entire kingdom, but it was never handed to her. She had taken it, plied it from cold, dead hands. But now, Robin was ready to hand her the responsibility of his entire army.

She swallowed and managed to tear her gaze from his to face the Merry Men. They were all nodding along, anticipating her response.

"Robin…" she breathed out, already at a loss of words. The fact that they even considered her for the job amazed her, carried her to the brink of tears. "I don't know what to say…"

"You don't have to say anything." Robin spoke in an understanding voice. His hand was still gently grasping hers and he stroked his thumb over her skin. "You should think about it, and give us your decision whenever you're ready."

She couldn't bring herself to say no, and so instead she found herself nodding and earning a proud smile from Robin. "Well then, that's settled!"

She was lost in his smile. She was too lost to notice how big of a commitment this was. She was too far gone to realize he hadn't let go of her hand. The weather was cold indeed but she felt all warm inside. Suddenly glad that she had taken the trouble to come here, she shifted closer to Robin on the log, pressing their thighs together.

Then all of a sudden, a soft music started playing from the distance.

"To Robin and his new wife!" they both heard one of the men shout, and Regina turned to see Little John on the guitar, playing a soft tune that brought a soft smile to her lips.

She briefly imagined herself spending the rest of her life with the Merry Men. Would every night be spent like this? Would she get to feel his hand on hers? Would she feel this warm night after night?

A few minutes later, Regina heard the music get louder and she looked up to see various men dancing around the campfire, some of them now drunk with ale. The guitar took up a faster tune and even though this was her first time being there, she found herself smiling nonetheless.

Robin was watching her. He was used to the dancing and the singing. It was a tradition among them. Roland always enjoyed it and now it felt wonderful to watch Regina enjoy it as well. He saw her leg bouncing up and down to the rhythm and her gaze had already left his and was now wandering around the camp as she watched the drunken choreography.

He couldn't wait any longer. His hand left hers and he stood up. She was startled and looked up to find him giving her a warm smile.

"Care to dance?"

She gasped, not knowing what to say. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she looked around to see how a few of the guys stared at them with wide eyes, some of them nodding, urging her to say yes. Her mouth refused to form words, but she took his hand and stood up, letting him lead her to an open, empty area around the fire.

Light shined differently from that angle. Robin placed both hands around her waist, pulling her closer to his body as she circled her arms around his neck. His hands met behind her back and he was once again reminded of how tiny she actually was, how delicate and how fragile. A small and yet sly smile curled against her lips and he bit his lip.

He glanced down. "Isn't it difficult to dance in those shoes?"

She bit back a smile before rolling her eyes and meeting his gaze. "Not very much so since you're such a bad dancer."

"Excuse me?" he let out a laugh. "Me?"

She hummed before nodding, not even registering the cool wind blowing around them. The cold didn't bother her like it used to.

"I'll have you know, I'm a great dancer." He chuckled.

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

Was that a challenge? That was a challenge; one Robin was more than willing to take. Suddenly his hands were leaving her waist and he tugged at her arm resting peacefully on his shoulders. She raised her eyebrows and he pushed her back before twirling her with admiration in his eyes. She let him guide her and taking advantage of the situation, he pulled her close and dipped her.

She yelped and in that instant, all Merry Men's eyes were drawn to them. Some of them shouted, some of them laughed and even a few whistles could be heard. It only encouraged her to laugh harder, louder. It was music to his ears.

When he pulled her back against him, there was a smug grin resting on his lips. "You seem impressed."

"Says who?" she retorted. Though he could tell she was indeed surprised by him.

"Your eyes give you away, m'lady."

"Have you been staring at my eyes?" she fluttered her eyelashes.

"Regina, I have never stopped."

She took in a deep breath and stared at him with her mouth open. Her heart was beating faster in her chest and butterflies were dancing in her stomach. Her instant reaction was to avoid his gaze because she wasn't used to anyone seeing her blush so hard. Then she remembered to close her mouth.

His eyes were still on her. Not because he was expecting a response,but because he liked how she squirmed under his gaze. She was relaxed in his arms; the tension that was present in the air when she had first arrived was long gone.

Silence enveloped them. Her astonishment was now replaced with bewilderment. Words refused to leave her mouth, and so she followed her instincts. She did what she was unable to stop herself from doing.

Her fingers found his neck and she pulled him closer before rising to her tiptoes and bringing their lips together. First she felt him breathe out against her skin; he had that strong scent of a man. Then she felt his lips touch her own.

Electricity ran across her veins. It may have been not her first time kissing him but it was certainly a first doing it among various whistles and shouting. His touch was gentle, both of them hyper aware of the fact that a dozen eyes were on them. It only made him want her more but he had half the brainpower to pull back after a few seconds (though he did not know how; she was like a drug to him).

"Go Robin!" Friar Truck shouted.

"Bloody hell, look at Robin!" Will spoke up. "Gettin' it on with the Queen!"

Little John paused his playing briefly to reach over and slap Will Scarlet. He never knew his limits…

Regina heard it all and not knowing what to do, she buried her head in Robin's chest with embarrassment, though a joyous smile was not absent from her lips. Then she heard Robin whisper in her ear.

"Come with me."

Who wouldn't obey such beautiful words delivered in such rich accent?

So she nodded and before she knew it, they had stopped dancing and he had grasped her hand, leading her farther away from the campfire.

She would imagine a man who spent the majority his life in the forest, hunting and building tents, stealing and going against the law (her law mostly), to have calloused hands. She would imagine his touch would be rough against her skin. However Robin defied all these assumptions; his hands were soft, and every time he touched her, he would be as delicate as if she was made of precious porcelain. She wasn't.

She briefly wondered if he was even capable of being harsh. Though then she realized he must be, since the Merry Men wouldn't have him as a leader if didn't know when to show mercy and when not to.

He led her to a tent that was situated in a secluded area of his camp. The campfire barely reached this place. She didn't wait for him to lead her in; instead, overwhelmed with anticipation, she found herself parting the flaps before making her own way in.

"You okay?" he asked from behind her.

Inside, the tent was a lot darker. She had trouble spotting what was inside, but it was a small tent and so she instantly found herself curling on the cot. The place had a musky smell to it and she had to admit, being away from the fire brought back the cold that she had felt earlier. She fought a shiver. "Yes."

He followed her in and closed the flaps.

"Hello". His smile -that she could barely see in the dark- spoke a thousand words.

"Is this your way of suggesting '7 Minutes in Heaven'?" she giggled. Somehow, someway, being in the dark with him, farther away from the camp, awakened something within her. Her dress had rolled up and the deep slit that decorated it did not help. Her hands tugged at the material, a desperate attempt to try and cover her upper thighs… as if he hadn't seen it already.

"I don't know what that is…" he frowned, letting out a soft chuckle. "But I can sure take you to another realm." He threw a subtle glance to her legs but she didn't notice.

She bit back a laugh and raised her eyebrows at him as he sat next to her on the cot. It looked like a make shift bed, covered with a fur of some kind. "Is this your tent?"

"This is the tent I use if the camp is under a threat." He answered. "The men don't like me being so out in the open but I'd like to be the first to defend them if anything happens."

A proud smile graced Regina's lips. "You value them a great deal."

"They're my family." He sighed. Singing and dancing could still be heard in the distance. It was the only sound in the night besides their soft conversation. "Now, back to you."

She bit down on her lower lip, excitement building up inside her. "What's this thing that'll take me to other rea- "

He tugged on her shirt and kissed her, stealing the rest of her words. She melted into his arms, her attempts at covering her exposed thigh long forgotten. When he deepened the kiss seconds later and pulled her close, she wondered why it had even mattered at all.

She parted her lips further, welcoming his tongue into her mouth. It felt so good kissing him, so intoxicating that she wondered why she had tried to hold off for all those weeks.

The weather was so cold, but he was radiating warmth and so she shifted closer to him, grasping his shirt with one hand and pulling him closer with the other.

His hand sneaked under her coat and gripped a handful of her dress while his other hand helped her out of the outer garment. She let him, and seconds later it was thrown carelessly at the other end of the small tent.

She moaned into his mouth but he pulled away. "Lay back."

Her body complied and her back hit the cot. He followed suit and seconds later he was on top of her.

As her eyes had gotten used to the darkness, she could start to make out his features more clearly; his eyes sparkled in the night, and the moment she saw his infectious smile, a matching one appeared on her lips. Still hovering on top of her, not quite putting his body weight on her (something she wanted to remedy), he planted another kiss on her lips and before she could respond, dipped to her neck.

She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy what he did to her. She was drunk with the feeling of the moment, wanting more, craving him. When he nibbled on her skin, she let out another luxurious moan, both her hands on his back pressing him down onto her body.

His mouth slid down to the cleavage above the neckline of her dress; excitement building up inside Regina with every scrape of his teeth or swipe of his tongue. Her hands reached for his belt but he pulled himself away from her grasp before her fingers could unfasten the buckle, and seconds later he was moving on from her breasts…moving lower.

Regina frowned and lifted her head to glance at him when he hovered over her stomach, questioning eyes boring into his before his expression turned hungry and he moved down further.

"Robin?" she raised her eyebrows, voice coming out breathless.

"Hmm…" he hummed, not pausing in his journey. His fingers ran up and down her thighs clad with dark stockings.

"Robin, what are you-"

His hand then moved upward under her skirt and he traced the area around her wetness.

Oh my…

"Robin, you don't have to-"

"I don't have to what?" he wasn't fully listening to her; instead he was toying with her, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

His hands were still under her dress, but now his fingers were exploring her thighs, and when he finally found where her stockings started, he bit his lip and pulled them down, exposing her bare legs to him.

Regina gasped. "Robin!"

"Yeah?" He looked up at her.

She supported herself on her elbows and gave him a confused look, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. The woman who was cold minutes ago was now hot and bothered –and Robin bit back a chuckle at the knowledge he was responsible.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"You're…" her eyes glanced at her crotch, and then at the abandoned stocking on the ground. "You're about to…"

"Do you not want me to?"

She swallowed. "It's just that… no one has actually…"

He frowned and sat up straight, eyeing her curiously. She looked back at him, more embarrassed than before at the fact that she had just made that confession. "No one has what?"

"You heard me, I'm not repeating."

"Regina.. you…"

"God…" she shook her head in exasperation. How did this night result in her admitting a part of her so private? Suddenly, she found herself unable to look him in the eye.

She made a move to lift herself off from the cot, having every intention to walk out of the tent and lose herself into the night but a hand on her arm stopped her. "Woah…"

"What?" she threw him an angry look, mask back on again. She swallowed the thick sorrow in her throat and eyed him, daring him to respond.

He didn't answer her, instead there was a gentle smile playing his lips, his eyes kind and understanding. Taking a deep breath, he allowed himself to lean forward before guiding her back to the bed until she was laying down again. She evaded his gaze, shyness enveloping her once more.

She couldn't help herself. Her hands went to her face and she hid her eyes away from his intense gaze. But he delicately reached over with one hand and pulled them away. With his fingers around her wrists, he lifted both her hands over her head. His grasp was firm, assertive and yet gentle at the same time.

She breathed out and watched him. He didn't utter one word but instead smiled, and once more descended over her body. Her legs were now bare and when his touch fluttered over her skin, she closed her eyes.

He was determined. And that's what scared her.

What if he didn't like it? What if he would be turned off by her? What if she didn't like it?

She couldn't help herself, her overthinking was instinct. And with her thoughts racing, her thighs instinctively drew back together. But with a searching gaze and a comforting smile, Robin gently parted them again. Her heart was beating faster in her chest and she could feel the wetness pooling between her legs. How, she asked herself, how had she never experienced this before?

It wasn't even an option with Leopold. With Graham, well, she didn't trust him enough to exceed her limits, never allowed him to touch her in any way she felt uncomfortable. And Daniel… Whilst she had lost her virginity to Daniel, he was gone before they could explore their relationship further.

Robin's touch brought her back to life, his scent burned her senses. His fingers crept under her dress once more, and upon finding her underwear, he slowly and gently brought it down her legs. Cold air hit and she inhaled with insecurity. Her wetness was becoming unbearable.

He pushed her dress up so that she was completely revealed to him. She didn't know how to feel about that except the back of her mind pondering if she remembered to shave recently or not…. Then feeling thankful when she remembered that she had.

Apart from the fact that she was bared completely to him, she realized that the cold air was beginning to turn her on even more. He hadn't even done anything yet but here she was, writhing under his touch. Frowning, she closed her eyes and felt his fingers caress her thighs.

"God…" she spoke up. He was silent. Why was he silent? Did he not like it? What if he decided to change his mind?

Her thoughts were interrupted when he trailed a finger over her sex, making her gasp. Her clothes felt tight around her. Whose idea was it not to take them off?

Anticipation was building up within and a part of her hated him for making her wait.

His other finger made contact with her wetness and before she knew he was pressing forwards, not quite letting his fingers enter her but also not keeping his touch so gentle anymore. His hand was demanding and her body was willing to give.

The bastard blew cold air on her, making her shiver before he finally dropped a soft kiss on her skin. She bit her lip and felt her heart skip a beat in her chest. He hadn't even done anything but God, she swore she was about to come from excitement of it all… The fact that she was letting him do this to her, in a tent, in a middle of nowhere, when his men were just a few yards away from them. She was laying on the bed he used in the cases of emergency and she had him between her legs. It thrilled her, made her cover her face with her warm hands.

He kissed her again, down there. However this time it was an open mouthed one. The second she felt the sensation, she parted her lips on a breathy exhale. Her heart was beating faster and her hips moved underneath him in an attempt to get more. When he moved with her, part of her groaned with frustration. Wouldn't it be better, she thought, wouldn't it be better to just drop all of it and have him inside of her already? But another part of her knew that whatever she'd say wouldn't talk him out of living this moment with her, there and then.

When his tongue gave her one long lick across her sex, she couldn't help but whimper. It felt so damn good. He chuckled and did it again, this time earning a louder moan from her. His hands were still on her sex, slowly rubbing the places where she needed to be touched and her eyes fell closed as she focused solely on the pleasure he provided her.

Everything dissipated around her. His tongue was back on her sex and now he was licking and sucking without pause.

Goodness…

Her hands grabbed a handful of the blanket he had her laid on top of the bed. Her legs tightened around his neck, but with one hand, he gently spread them apart, giving him room to breathe. She didn't care, she'd let him control her any which way he liked as long as he continued doing that. She licked her lips and let out another moan.

"Woah…" was all she could manage to utter. Her lingual abilities refused to work.

It was all wet down there, she could feel it. It was her juice combined with his salvia and God, was that supposed to feel this good? Was it? She groaned as her hips started moving in the same rhythm with his mouth.

His lips were on her, she realized. It was the most she had let a man do to her. It was electrifying, sensational, and for a second she pondered what her mother would think if she were to find out where was she and who was she with. The thought of disobeying her, going against everything she stood for, thrilled her all the more. There was something about breaking the rules, especially with someone whom you trusted, that filled one with a sense of rebellious arousal.

Then two of his fingers entered her and his lips enclosed around her clit, making her train of thought completely derail.

"Aah!"

Well, that was definitely louder than she expec-

"Oh, God!" Her voice came out high. God, it felt delicious. She could feel every single maneuver of his lips on her. Her hips were bucking against his mouth and he was struggling to keep them under control. Her moans were the only sound that filled the night, and if she were to listen very closely, she could hear him groan between each breath he took.

It gave her life.

She scooted closer and let him take her in the way he truly wanted, her fingers disappearing in his hair. The woman who was struggling to keep her legs open just minutes ago was now refusing to close them. She was too overwhelmed, especially by him.

His actions grew faster. His tongue moved frantically over her womanhood and his fingers kept pumping in and out of her without pause. She was incredibly wet, and she knew it made it easier for him, made his groans louder. She whimpered and moaned, biting her reddened lips as her eyes scrunched shut.

God….

That's when it started building up inside of her. She parted her legs even wider and provided him with more access to her body. She didn't even know if she had any control over her movements anymore, but she could already feel her hands tingling. She was breathing in and out, rapidly and she felt her mouth go dry. Then the feeling became urgent, as if she desperately needed release.

"Robin, I'm…."

He got faster, and her head hit back on the pillow. She arched her back and let him do whatever the hell he wanted to her. At that point, he could have turned her over and started fucking her from behind and she wouldn't even have minded. But he didn't; instead his thrusts got deeper, his grunts got louder and his breath was hot and haggard against her sex as the feeling was built up inside of her.

It became stronger, more powerful and began taking over all her coherent thought. So she gripped the blanket and set her primitive side free, letting out a loud moan. Then another one. Anf then a third one – upon which her jaw dropped and the moan turned into a scream.

Robin sucked harder and something clicked inside of her, shattering her to pieces. She rode her orgasm, long and hard, never ceasing to express her gratitude. She was mumbling, she didn't know what exactly, but couldn't bring herself to a stop.

"Robinnn…." She stressed out the last syllable and could hear the bastard chuckle. It felt heavenly and she was fully in the clouds.

He was also slowly coming to a halt. Everything he did, she felt it three times more, surprised at how sensitive she actually was.

He finished her off with one final kiss, before moving up to her abdomen and giving another kiss over her dress –though she was far too gone to notice. He then hovered over her body and dropped another gentle kiss on her neck before finding her lips.

She kissed him back automatically, already thankful for his efforts to make her feel the peak of pleasure. It was a sloppy kiss, one they did not care to make perfect; the only thing that mattered now was his lips on hers.

"That was…"

"I know." He gave her a smug smile.

"If I could move my hands, I would hit you."

He chuckled and licked his lips, proud in the knowledge he had made the great and powerful Regina Mills numb and boneless to the point where she couldn't even raise a hand to hit him.

Regina could see his gorgeous blue eyes glimmer in the dark, stunned at how shamelessly handsome he looked.

"Are you sure violence is what you'd prefer at the moment?" he smirked.

"You're right…" she mumbled, although she wasn't sure how to finish that sentence. She was incapable of coherent thought. "I'm too weak to move my arms."

"Are you one of those that go straight to sleep right after an orgasm?" he watched her eyes close momentarily but a second later she opened them back up, staring hazily into his own eyes.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Well, they could be awaiting us back in-"

"Shh!" she found the power to bring a hand to his lips, finally silencing him. When he obeyed her request, her fingers moved down to his collar and she brought him down on the bed. When he fell right next to her, she giggled. Good. He was exactly where she wanted him to be.

"Thank you." Was thanking him a stupid gesture? Was one supposed to thank their giver of orgasms in situations like these?

"It was my utmost pleasure." He replied with a grin, one she was unable to see now that she had her back to him.

His arms sneaked their way around her waist and she yelped a little when he suddenly pulled her closer, crushing her back to his chest. Warmth instantly enveloped her body. If he was trying to wake her up, this was certainly doing the opposite. Her eyelids began to close and she couldn't begin to wake herself up from the debut of a peaceful slumber.

"You know what I think?" he whispered from behind her, his nose already buried in her hair.

"Hm?"

"Let's do something tomorrow. You, me and Roland."

"Mmh…" was the only audible sound that left her throat.

"We can go the lake." Robin continued. "He loves it there, you'll see. He'll be up and about in a matter of seconds. Henry can come too. What do you think?"

There was no reply. She was already fast asleep.