Hey guys, incredibly sorry this took so long; both me and my beta have been incredibly busy lately.
Anyways, I don't own any of the characters etc...
(Rating kinda went up with this chapter - and will probably stay up - this is the most adult stuff I've ever written so yeah... apologies if it's not that great but practice makes perfect right?)

Two days. It had been two days since Robin had last felt the Queen's lips on his and he could not remember a moment when he wasn't craving more. Even now, with his son trotting out his room in front of him holding Little John's hand, he could think of nothing other than finding the Queen and fusing his body with hers until he couldn't tell where he ended and she began.

These thoughts made him too distracted to see Little John and his boy halt. He bumped into them with a grunt and bounced off of his friend's considerably larger frame. Robin took a step to the side to see the cause of the abrupt stop. Raised voices echoed from behind Little John. It was Snow, Charming, a dwarf he had seen but could not name and the very Queen he had not been able to stop thinking about.

She was stressed. Robin could see that from several meters away; her shoulders were tensed, her arms were folded in front of her and she had a familiar scowl on her face aimed at whoever had decided to open their mouth to speak.

At that moment, it was Charming.

"I cannot keep living like this; I will not stand by and wait with baited breath for an attack from that witch. If a battle is what she wants then a battle she will get," said Regina angrily.

The Prince put his hand on the hilt of the sword sheathed at his waist, no doubt an intended display of power. "We can send out men to find the area she is hiding in and then storm it. That way we will have the element of surprise on our side. We'll capture her."

"David, that's too dangerous," Snow began. "We know the witch is powerful, we know she has a plan and we know she is willing to kill for it. Or have you forgotten the five knights who went to search for her? All the search party could recover was their armour! We cannot lose any more men to that woman and we cannot give her a reason to hold a vendetta against us. We have to put the kingdom first."

At which point, the dwarf spoke up, "Listen sister, I agree with you on the not losing any more men. But," he explained, "if we do nothing we're sitting ducks. We gotta find a way to defend ourselves, and if that means risking a few lives to save a kingdom then I'm sure that sacrifice is something in your Knights' Code."

Regina sighed, apparently having had enough of the trio disagreeing on their course of action. "If you're forgetting, her 'plan' is to destroy me. There is no reason to believe there would be an attack on the whole kingdom. However, we can prepare for one. What we shouldn't do is look for her. That would lead to more people being killed and give her a personal reason to wipe out half the kingdom, which she would. So we shall stay in the castle, ensure we are prepared for an attack but we shall not send out any men to go and capture her. Understood?"

The Queen didn't wait for an answer. She left, storming past Robin, Roland and Little John – all of whom had all been standing there and watching the exchange, unsure whether to walk past or retreat – without bearing them a second glance. Robin watched her go, concerned at the troubled expression she wore and the barely concealed anxiety behind her eyes.

Little John moved forward and lightly pulled Roland along with him. Both of the men were still slightly stunned at what they had just witnessed, though Little John's mind quickly diverted back to Roland with a promise of breakfast that sped the little boy's feet up until he was almost tripping up over himself. It took Roland a few seconds to realise his Papa was not directly behind him as he usually was. Turning to find his father, he tugged Little John's hand until they came to a stop.

"Papa?" He tilted his head and his eyebrows knitted together as an adorable expression of confusion appeared on his face.

"One second, my boy," said the thief. Robin held up his index finger in his son's general direction as he watched the Queen walk down the corridor and turn left, debating whether to follow her then or try to find her after breakfast.

Roland, however, was quite impatient before meal times. "Come on!" he yelled, drawing out the 'on' until it was a few syllables longer than it ought to have been.

In a split-second decision, Robin told his son to continue on without him. "I've just got to sort something in my room, Roland. I'll join you in a bit."

"But Papa," Roland's expression turned into one of slight shock, "Breakfast."

Little John let out a full-bellied laugh at the boy's bafflement at the thought of anyone missing their breakfast, before scooping him up and continuing down the hall. He looked back at Robin and said nothing about his friend walking in the direction entirely opposite of his bedroom.

Robin Hood, the incredible thief that he was, managed to track the Queen with ease. He found her in the largest library he had ever seen; walls covered in mahogany bookshelves from floor to ceiling, matching ladders leaning against every other case, there was a plush-looking chaise lounge to the left and a large, heavy table in the centre of the room with a few books and empty potion bottles scattered around. The Queen herself was standing with her back to the door, trailing her fingers across the spines of a row of very thick books, apparently searching for something in particular. When she found whatever she had been looking for she gasped and quickly pulled the book out. She took a step back and opened it, immediately scanning the pages she flicked through.

At this point, Robin wasn't sure she even knew he was there. He hadn't been quiet when he closed the door behind him, but the Queen seemed to be too wrapped up in searching for something that she hadn't noticed the sounds of his entry. He tried clearing his throat; either she didn't hear him or he was being ignored.

"Your majesty?" Robin tried. He saw her posture tense and, for a moment, he regretted disturbing her.

"What?" Regina snapped, returning to her reading. The last thing she needed was for him to be here. She'd come here to work, and ever since they had started this "distraction", his mere presence had her concentration fully shot. She needed to focus on the spells she was reading, not the outlaw whose lips she had become somewhat addicted to.

"I was only wondering if you require any assistance."

"No, I don't. Leave," she spat. Regina listened for the sound of his footsteps but, instead, was greeted by silence. When she looked over her shoulder, she saw that he had not left, but he had not moved closer to her either.

The Queen wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed.

"What do you want, thief?" Regina tried to insert as much venom into her voice as she could; she swore to herself that she did not want him here. She needed to concentrate on her sister and her magic, but all she could think about was the way he would bite his irresistible lips or the way his hair would stand up in all directions after she'd ran her fingers through it.

Her thoughts lead her nowhere and she vehemently tried to focus by tracing the page's design with her fingers. If only her mind hadn't replaced the paper with his skin.

Robin grinned slyly, unbeknownst to Regina who'd turned in the other direction. "What do you want, your majesty?" he asked.

She almost answered "you" without thinking, before catching herself and forcing the word firmly back down.

"I want you to leave," said the Queen.

He looked over her full form. "Do you?"

"Yes," Regina answered. She snapped the book shut and released a sigh of frustration. If he didn't leave she would either make him or make him wish he had.

"Are you sure?" asked Robin, "You don't sound certain."

"You asked me what I want. I want you to leave." She counted to ten before looking back over her shoulder, only to see that the thief had remained still. Apparently, he still hadn't listened to her.

The Queen couldn't say she was surprised; when it came to stubborn tendencies he was almost as bad as she was. Nevertheless, she needed to focus on defeating Zelena and she couldn't do that when he was here, distracting her.

"Why are you still here?" she asked, turning her back to him once more. She opened her book and looked for the page she was on before she had shut the book.

"Because, if you truly wanted me to leave you, your majesty, I would not still be standing here."

Robin saw the Queen's rigid posture falter slightly as she let out a sigh. He let his feet carry him closer to her and for a few seconds he merely stood behind her. Watching over her shoulder and seeing her chest rise and fall with her quickening breaths, he lifted his hands and gradually trailed them from the back of her neck, down her spine until he grasped her hips and gently pulled them back into his own. Upon hearing her sharp intake of breath, the corner of his mouth twitched up into a grin. Turning his head and pressing his nose into her hair to inhale the scent of her, his breath blew over her ear and she shivered. She leaned back further into him until her whole body was pressed to his.

"Are you sure you want me to leave, your majesty?" asked Robin in a whisper.

She did. She was sure she did. But not quite remembering why, Regina placed her left hand over his and pushed her hips back, smirking when he bit the shell of her ear with a hiss. While Robin lowered his mouth to the junction of her neck—the sensation of his teeth scraping across flesh drawing moans from the Queen—he moved his hands to her front until his thumbs were at the height of her navel and his spread fingers traced the bottom edge of the corset she was wearing.

If Regina had had any restraint when the outlaw walked in, it was gone now. Dropping the book, she turned in his arms and placed a hand either side of his face. She crushed her lips to his with such ferocity that it knocked them both back several steps until Robin crashed backward into a table. Bottles rattled, stacks of books shook and a vase fell to its death with a smash.

Robin swept his arm out blindly across the tabletop behind him, the series of thuds and crashes indicating that it was now free for other recreational purposes. He tightened his grip on Regina, then turned and lifted her onto it. The thief tore his mouth away from hers and his lips skimmed down her neck, over her collarbone and across her chest, leaving a wet trail that ended just above the sinfully low neckline of the dress she had decided to wear. Robin placed his right hand on the knee the Queen had hooked around his waist, slowly smoothing upwards, coaxing the layers of her dress up until his hand rested at the very top of her leg. He traced the sensitive skin of her inner thigh with his thumb, drawing breathy moans from the Queen as she placed one shaky hand on the edge of the table for support, the other clawing at his bicep for purchase.

The outlaw dragged his fingers over her soft flesh to between her legs, pushing lace aside and when he touched her right there, there was nothing Regina wanted more than to lose herself in him completely.

"Robin…" she moaned, throwing her head back and leaving the elegant column of her neck exposed.

It occurred to Robin that the Queen rarely called him by his forename; she preferred the terms 'thief' or 'outlaw' or other, far more unpleasant monikers. The sound of his name leaving her lips with a throaty groan ignited a spark in his groin and he made a vow that before he left this room he would have her shouting it.

Regina had never thought this thing with the outlaw would affect her as it had; this time last week she would have had no qualms about killing him, or at the very least making him disappear. The Queen was, after all, trying to curb her homicidal tendencies. Now, whenever he was in the same general vicinity, her mind constantly raced with thoughts of that damned thief and all the terrible, wonderful, dirty things they would do. For a mere distraction this was getting very addictive; it was not something she could quit easily—not that she wanted to. This was something that had her needy and craving more.

Regina could hear her own breath hitch with every thrust of his hand. Robin's lips and teeth attacked her neck and shoulders, which would undoubtedly be left covered in his marks. He placed the hand that was not in the Queen behind her for balance. The outlaw could practically hear her brain whirring as she tried to keep up with her thoughts.

"Your majesty, relax," Robin said into her ear, "don't think so much."

So she didn't. Regina let her thoughts dissipate until all she could think about was the feeling of him. His skilled, archer's fingers quickly made her body writhe and her lips release intermittent whimpers. Her hips rolled up to meet his hand and those whimpers soon turned into gasps and moans. It had been too long for Regina; Robin had only been working her over for a few minutes and already she could feel herself nearing the edge.

She tried to slow his pace, lowering her hand from his upper arm and placing it over the one he had between her legs, but Robin had none of it. He leaned over her to suck behind her ear and his thumb rubbed small circles with enough pressure that had her seeing stars as she came with a sharp cry of his name.

Pleasure. That was all Regina felt. No anger, no worry, no pain. Just good, pure pleasure. Her lips were parted and her eyes scrunched closed, her chest heaved as her lungs took in as much oxygen as they could. The sweat along her hairline had no doubt curled the wisps that had come loose from her up-do, and the Queen was certain that she looked disastrous. Yet as Robin withdrew his hand, she couldn't quite find it in herself to care.

She expected him to step away, to clean his fingers and quickly leave. But when he made no such movement, she opened her eyes to see his face inches from hers with a smug grin upon his lips as they descended to meet her mouth in another kiss.

Where their previous kisses had been somewhat harsh and bruising, this was slow and unhurried. And it somehow felt different from the others; no less intense, no less passionate, but there was something in this kiss other than heat and barely restrained lust and it had Regina's head spinning.

Robin wouldn't admit it, but watching the Queen fall apart like that under his own hand had acted as a very powerful aphrodisiac. If he hadn't told himself that this was about what she wanted, he would've laid her down and had his way with her. But he had, and so he focussed his attentions purely on her.

"Are you alright?" Robin asked her, pulling away from her lips to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Regina looked into his eyes and nodded, a smiling tugging at the corners of her mouth before she leaned in and stole another kiss, one hand grabbing the front of his shirt and the other running through the hair at the back of his head. Robin withdrew slightly, his teeth nipping at her lower lip as his hands traced patterns into her thighs, giving both of them a chance to catch their breath.

Regina went to remove Robin's shirt, but he grasped her hands, one in each of his, and placed them on the table beside her, holding them so they were trapped under his weight and the Queen was secure in place. Taking advantage, he lowered his mouth to just above the neckline of her dress, trailing wet kisses and gentle bites that had her gasping once more.

All attempts to free her hands had him leaning more heavily onto them. Although, "all attempts" excluded the idea of pushing him away. As much as she wanted to grip his hair and drag his mouth back to hers, she didn't think she could breathe if he left her now.

The words "I want you" escaped Regina's mouth before she could stop them; the need and heat and desire muddling her brain until she had no verbal filter. The thief, however, did nothing but tease, drawing a frustrated groan from the Queen.

Having had enough of letting Robin have his way, Regina wrapped her legs around him and pulled the outlaw against her, enjoying the groan he released as his hips ground into hers. Using his distracted state, she withdrew her hands from under his, grabbed his shirt and dragged him on top of her as she shuffled backwards on the table, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.

"Regina? Are you okay in there?" called a familiar voice.

For a second, Regina tried to piece together where the voice had come from. It hadn't come from her, obviously. And Robin's lips had been fused to hers, so it couldn't have been him. Which meant—

No, no, no! Not now! screamed Regina's mind.

The Universe was conspiring against her. It was the only explanation for this constant interruption, and just when things were getting good.

And, of course, it just had to be the "sweet and caring" Snow White, hadn't it?

Snow's voice called out again. "Regina? Regina!"

Sweet, caring and persistent, apparently.

"I'm fine," shouted Regina in response. Snow had to leave; she couldn't do this to her again. "I'm a bit busy, though. So, if you don't mind…"

"I really need to talk to you about what we're going to do about Zelena. I might have a solution." Any chance of Snow leaving and letting Regina have Robin to herself vanished at that one sentence.

Regina let out a huff into Robin's shoulder that created goose bumps on his skin. Slowly withdrawing and unhooking her legs from around his hips, she stood and smoothed the front of his shirt where her hard grip had creased the fabric before readjusting her skirt.

"I swear," Regina said in a low voice, "truce or no truce, if she interrupts this again, I am going to kill her."

Robin chuckled, smiling and smoothing a hand over her – now incredibly mussed – hair. He loved seeing the Queen like this; light and smiling, little trace to be found of the inner turmoil that she hid behind insults and wit. Once again, he felt this need to tell her she was beautiful, a need to make her smile more often. Before the words could escape his mouth, she backed him into the table and stole one last kiss, biting her lower lip with a smile as she pulled away.

"Until the next time, your majesty," he said.

Regina hummed in agreement before walking to the door, opening it and slipping out before Snow could mistake it for an invitation to enter. Robin still didn't know what the plan was in this situation of possibly being caught; would they pretend to hate each other to prevent suspicion, just walk out and not mention it or would they just confess to being mature adults? Robin could not see the latter being an option; the Queen did not seem the type to let others know of her private business. But the other options? He hadn't a clue.

Robin reminded himself to find out at some point, and ask about those boundaries whilst he was there. The sooner he was not at risk of ruining whatever he had with the Queen by complimenting her on her beauty, the better. The next time he saw her; that's when he'd ask her. Or at least the next time they were alone, preferably before they managed to get too caught up in each other. The thought of which had him licking his bottom lip, savouring the memory of her kiss and reigniting his need for her again. Next time… next time he would have more of her, all of her.

And if someone interrupted again, whoever they were, Robin would have their heads himself.