Happy Valentine's day everyone! My sweet Valentine this year is Tiff AngstyMGstars ❤️ Tiff, though I love angst, I'm not really good at writing about it, but I promise you I tried my best. I hope you'll like it! And Ivy, thank you so much for accepting to beta-read this, love you!

Regina woke up feeling two little hands on her face. She smiled, even though she felt a pang of sadness rushing through her body. A few years ago, it was her son who would be waking her up like that on Sunday mornings.

"Your majesty, wake uuuup!"

She opened her eyes and she smiled genuinely this time. She couldn't help but laugh and smile when she was with Roland of Locksley. He warmed her heart, and eased a bit of the pain she felt because of Henry. She and the little boy got pretty close ever since she saved him from one devil flying monkey, and consequently, she got closer with his father too.

"Ok ok, I'm up sweetheart."

She ran her hand through his dark curls and brought him closer, hugging him. Her chin was right above his head and she smelled him in, cuddling with him for a few seconds till he got up. Seems like he was too excited for cuddles today.

"Guess what? Papa said I get to spend the morning with you."

Ah, so that was the reason for his excitement.

"Really?"

He nodded and she asked him to wait for her in the kitchen while she changed.

She took off her nightgown and replaced it with a simple yet long beautiful silk red dress.

While she was brushing her hair, she spotted the calendar hanging at the top of her dressing table. It was February 14th, Valentine's day.

Did Robin forget about it?

She wondered if she should go find him, but then she decides to let it go. She won't go after him.

She tied her hair in a high ponytail and got out of her bedroom. When she entered the kitchen, she saw the table was already full of food. Eggs, breads, pancakes, orange juice, milk, coffee and several other things.

"A breakfast fit for a Queen" he bowed down to her, revering her.

She felt tears forming in the corner of her eyes and threatening to fall. He was so sweet and innocent.

"Roland, thank you so much for doing this!" she said leaning down, taking him in her arms and kissing his cheeks. She didn't see anyone around, and that made her ask "You did all of this on your own?"

"Granny helped making the eggs and the pancakes, but the rest was me. Now let's eat before it gets cold!"

"Absolutely, my little knight!"

She put him down after kissing his cheeks again and they eat a little of everything. He told her all about camping with the Merry Men, and how much he enjoys her castle.

"It's so huge and we can play with so many different things here!" He said while he chewed the eggs.

"Don't talk while you have food inside your mouth, dear." she warned. "What's your favorite thing to play here?"

"Sorry!" He apologized when his mouth was empty. "I love playing hide and seek, there are so many places to hide!"

She laughed and agreed with him. After they finished eating, she decided to bake a chocolate cake with him.

She grabbed flour, sugar, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, salt, espresso powder, milk, eggs and vegetable oil and Roland helped her put all the ingredients into a large bowl.

With a wooden spoon she beat the mixture until it was smooth and well-combined. She carefully added boiling water to the cake batter and then she distributed it in a cake pan.

She put it in the oven and started to make the chocolate icing, because according to Roland "a cake isn't a cake without a good chocolate icing."

He's right, she supposed.

When she finished it, the cake was almost done. She let the cake cool down a little and then she laid the chocolate icing upon the cake. Roland wanted to eat it right away, and she couldn't find it in her to say no. Especially when he was making such a cute face.

After they eat, they play a little inside the castle, but then Little John appeared saying he wanted to take the boy outside.

So she returned to her bedroom, since apparently everyone was out. Charming and Snow, even though she was pregnant and almost giving birth, they decided to go out and celebrate Valentine's day at the troll bridge. Belle was out searching for ways to free Rumple. The dwarfs… were out doing what dwarfs do.

Henry was nowhere to be found, out of her reach, with his other mother in the land without magic. It has been almost 1 year since she last saw him, and the pain of missing him is nearly impossible to bear. She lost her son, Daniel, her mother, her father. And she thought out of this tragedy she gained something. Something precious.

Robin.

Love.

But turned out she didn't really have him. She had no one, only herself. A while ago she learned she was expandable, replaceable. She should have kept this inside her head.

She was angry, and upset. But more angry than upset. Mostly at herself, for getting so emotionally involved with him. For believing that at least one thing would work out well for her, that she was going to be happy, or as happy as she could be without Henry.

She was mad at God. For giving her hope, just to have it taken away from her. False hope was one the worst things you could give someone, she was sure of that.

Robin was a romantic guy, she was sure he wouldn't forget Valentine's day. Maybe right now he's somewhere with a blonde girl with big tits, having fun. Regina imagined the woman's hand on Robin's body, touching his hair, his shoulder, everything. Worse, she imagined Robin touching the woman the way he was only supposed to touch her.

She saw red.

She grabbed the first thing she could touch, which happened to be her hairbrush, and threw it at the mirror on her dressing table. Pieces of glass are scattered everywhere, and she spots a rose on the right side of her dressing table.

The rose he gave her.

She remembers as if it was yesterday. They were walking in a beautiful green field near a river, and she didn't notice him stopping. When she looked back, she saw him on his knees holding a rose to her. "Roses remind me of the red lipstick you love so much, and their scent is just as sweet as yours", he said.

Liar!

Her hands closed around the rose and smashed it. Her brain was screaming at her she was going to regret it, but in that moment, she was just too angry to care. She saw pieces of the rose, shattered, falling on the floor, at the same time there was a knock on her door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

Nobody replied.

She sighed, and with a wave of her hands she fixed the mess she made on her bedroom. She got up went to open the door. There was no one there. She looked down and there was a small piece of paper.

"Come meet me at our favorite place. - RH" That's what it was written on it, in his handwriting.

So now the bastard decided to show up? She exhaled, closed the door and went to see what he was up to. She knew what place he was talking about, her Apple Tree in the back of the castle. Their first kiss happened there.

As she approached the garden, she noticed petals of roses on the floor, like a trail, guiding her to the place.

Her heart softened and a smile appeared on her lips, her anger completely forgotten. She followed the petals thrown on the floor upon the grass, her heart racing more and more with each step she took.

Her smile just grew bigger when she got there. He was the first thing she saw. He was looking at her expectantly, with a smile of his own. His eyes always so inviting and captivating, he was wearing his Robin Hood clothes, though more casual: the cape, the hood and the arrows were nowhere in sight.

She didn't lose any time, she ran to him and crashed her lips on his, her hands going up to caress his face. The touch was gentle at first, as she relished in his warmth, sliding her tongue inside his mouth to find his eagerly responding.

It was so nice to realize how familiar and natural his touch was to her already. Being with him, kissing him, was like coming home, that sensation of peace and tranquility when you're in a place you feel loved and cared for.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer and deepening the kiss. She tried to show all the gratitude she felt for him in the kiss.

"I was so mad at you…" she whispered against his mouth, breathless.

"I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark, I wanted to surprise you." he replied, stealing one more quick kiss from her.

"I'm sorry for doubting you." she said as she pulled away just a little to be able to look around, but still remained inside his embrace.

He put together a little picnic for them, with many things she liked. There was a plate with apples, strawberries, grilled cheese and breads inside, and around the plate there was three leaves in the shape of a heart.

But that wasn't what caught her attention the most. Near the plate there was a framed picture of Henry laying upon the towel. The only picture of him she managed to bring with her when she had to reverse the curse and give him up.

"I framed his picture and brought it here because I wanted him to be here with us today." he explained "I know how much he means to you."

She was speechless. She had no idea how she got so lucky to find someone who would understand putting your child first before everything, someone who would understand her maternal side.

"I can't even explain how much this means to me"

She leaned in to kiss him, feeling overwhelmed, her heart getting lighter with every nice gesture of his. His love was like a warm blanket, keeping her safe through the storms of life.

She put her hands on his jaw, lifting her head upwards and touching her lips with his. She tenderly caressed his lips, exploring his mouth. He grasped her ass through the thin fabric of her red dress. She caressed his hair bringing him as close as humanly possible. She touched his tongue with hers, stroked it, played with it until they both groaned and their breath was harsh and shuddering.

His lips inches from her, he whispered "I don't wanna stop now, but the food…"

"You can have your way with me first" she said liking her own lips and sliding her fingers across his shoulders and down his abdomen. "and then we could eat the food later."

"You're so irresistible" he closed his eyes and touched his forehead with hers, breathing slowly, his hands going up and down her back. "Ok, let's do this. But not here."

"Babe, you know I can fix this very quickly." she winked and with a wave of her hands, a purple smoke surrounded them and he found himself in her bedroom, the food he'd organized all laid upon the wooden table she had on her bedroom.

Now it was him who didn't lose any time. He took her mouth in a kiss so slow and devouring, if she hadn't fallen in love with him before she would have now. Her mouth opened, matching his passion, while her hands tugged his shirt from the waistband of his pants, slid beneath the fabric to the smooth span of his back, caressing his strong shoulders.

His fingers gathered the shoulders strap of her dress, pushing them away while he planted open mouthed kisses on her bare shoulders. The dress slid down her body and hit the ground, leaving her just in her panties and bra. His hands, heated, strong, cupped her breasts, released them from the confines of her bra to close over them. His touch delighted in her breasts' silken full curves, her nipples pebbly with desire. The pad of his index finger stroked, circled the nipple's tip, causing Regina to shiver with pleasure. His mouth trailed down her throat, the fine flesh of her upper chest, closing over her bare breast, caressing it with the hot, moist heat of his mouth. Clutching his shoulders, her back arched.

Her arms wrapped around him and she clung to him as he released her only to cup her breasts with both hands, stroking, molding while his mouth and tongue caressed and her body writhed against him, her moans of pleasure long and shuddering.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to bed. She looked up to find his eyes, usually so blue like the ocean, now almost entirely black with desire. Cradled against his hard chest, he kissed her long and slow and deep before gently lowering her to bed.

She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. She marvelled at his beauty, tracing his abdomen like a blind person reading Braille. With a pleased laugh, he smoothed her hair off from the ponytail.

He smoothed the hair back from her face, quickly kissed her mouth, moved down her body, kissing the shape of her until the hot, heavy throbbing between her legs pleaded for release. With a wildfire in his eyes, he slid her panties off her body, leaving her exposed and anxious for him, his tongue finding her sweet spot, caressing it hot and wet with a slow slither that made her cry out, ache to part her thighs and give him a better access. He took her wrists, pinned them at her sides as his tongue and mouth took her higher and higher in sweet torture until she arched, pressing herself deeper against his mouth. She climaxed with a shuddering cry ripped from inside her and filled with joyous release. She did not open her eyes for a long time afterward, still somewhere between heaven and earth and not anxious to leave.

He stripped himself, Regina watching with the pleased afterglow of passion, enjoying the naked sight of him. She reached for him. He came down on top of her, and parted her legs with his thigh, kissed her until the flames grew again, suckled her breasts while she found him, hard, hot and pulsing.

They stroked, caressed, nipped, until they were both taut and quivering as a strung bow. Her hands circled him, going up and down his entire length, rubbing him against her. He entered. Slowly. Hard and fiery hot, filling her fully. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her still in his embrace while he kissed her mouth with deep passion. His hands braced on either side of her, he stiffened his arms, lifting his weight completely off her. He moved in, out, then in again. She was lifting her hips with anticipation to meet him each time. He bent his head, suckled a swollen nipple. His mouth fastened on hers. She kissed him back hotly, greedily. His weight fell on her as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him, carrying her with him as he took her with a feverish urgency to the edge of passion. She wrapped him tight in her own arms, moving with him, her hips rising, her thighs squeezing, mindless once more with only pleasure, Together they fell over the edge, crying each other's name.

He was the one man who could touch off the passion she had so carefully locked inside. The only man who had ever reached her core and gained true intimacy - the meeting of minds as well as of bodies.

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