She was pissed, and rightfully so at the two of them. Successfully they had scratched, marked, bruised and made her back throb, and not in the good next day post orgasm kind of way. No, it was the exact opposite, forcing her to actually use an icepack to help with the pain. So yes, she is pissed at them. This, whatever it was had been going on for a few months now, starting off with seductive gazes, whispers of touches before Regina finally cracked, and long conversations over how it could work, what would make it progress or digress had come. Sitting in her living room, she fed them scotch on the rocks, easing Robin's nerves and trying to calm Mals' aggressive nature.

It was going to be interesting, that was for certain, exciting, pulling from her past and her present lovers. When their nights led them together in her large bed, she felt as though she was being pulled in two different directions, burning in a fire as the thick lips of the dragon sucked her skin while drowning in the steady sea of pleasure in her soulmates hands. They focused solely on her, rarely touching each other and while initially she adored being the center of their attention, she'd begun to notice an odd power struggle happening…hence the ice pack that has now gone luke warm…

She heard the click of her office door behind her and knew immediately from the spiced cologne smell that invaded her rose filtered office of their apologies. She exhaled heavy, waiting for his next sorry's but they didn't come, instead he sat against her window sill, across from her now, holding a brand new freshly chilled ice bag. She mumbled a thank you, switching the packs and sighing as the cold radiated into her muscles again.

He looked like a shamed little child who was caught breaking something as he fiddled with the ring on his left finger. They had gotten married about a year ago, a simple forest affair. She waited for him to speak, staring at him with an stone pan of her whiskey eyes. They were at a dead lock for minutes, before Regina rolled her eyes "Are you here to say you're sorry again, or is there something else?"

He sighed "Regina, I am sorry"

"You've said as much"

He shuffled his feet "I know, but I just…."

"Just what Robin? Felt the need to assert your dominance over me?"

"No…"

"Claim me as your own?"

"No!"

"Then what?"

He groaned shamefully, moving to kneel in front of her, grasping her hands in his own, bringing them to his lips. She hated (that was a lie…she loved it) how he could soothe the anger that bubbled deep within her with a simple action. Sometimes it was his infuriatingly heart melting smile, a gentle calming press of his palm on her back, or the ease of his lips on her skin.

"Can I ask why the sudden change in your actions?"

The look in his eyes sent a chill through her heart, she knew that look, what it meant.

"Regina, I feel like I have lost you more times that I have had you….we've been separated, faced death, dealt with what seemed as impossible barriers to break, and while I know that you and I are solid, true or whatever…I can't shake the feeling that something or someone is going to take you away from me again"

She reached down to cup his cheek, scratching the blonde stubble of his jaw. "You're not going to lose me to Mal"

He huffed a breath "I know, I just…I guess I got jealous, possessive even. And you are no object, no trophy of mine to parade…"

His words were cut off by the press of her lips to his.

"Mal is possessive in her own right. She was the person I ran to when I was married to the King. She became my only friend, and then some. A time ago, I loved her, and she loved me."

The grip on her fingers tightened as she continued "but, that was my past, you are my future, and I won't let anyone take that away from me again. Understood?"

He smiled, finally, straightening to catch her lips once more.

Apparently, that's all he needed, a small bit of reassurance from her because here they were again, his wife rolling her hips to gain from friction between her legs as the blonde straddled her hips, devouring her mouth.

He simply let it happen, let them lose themselves in each other, his hands running gently over a trembling bare thigh, across the expanse of a naked back.

"You're rather docile tonight" the dragon growled as she pressed her hips harder into Regina's.

Robin smiled somewhat smug in his own right before leaning over to catch Maleficent in a surprising kiss, sucking on her lower lip, nipping it before pulling back, aware of Regina's heated gaze beside him.

He settled back into the cushions, winking quickly at Regina who beamed at the blondes' slight confusion to the relinquishing of the woman below her by the man across. Well his loss she huffed turning her attentions back to Regina. In the end either party lost, all three panting on the bed, sweat ridden and the room torching with the smell of sex. Regina's body was buzzing as she chuckled, curling into Robins' chest but still holding onto Mals hand.

This was better, much much better.