Continuation of the last chapter

She smelled him before he even was in her sight, slipping on the bar stool beside her, just holding up a finger, Ruby apparently knowing what he wanted without him telling her and she couldn't help feeling a sharp jab of jealousy.

He tilted his head towards her, giving her one of those lopsided grins that made her ache in a place she didn't want to ache for him and she raised an arrogant eyebrow, throwing him an icy glare, hoping he would get the message and just leave her alone. But of course he didn't. It never worked with him.

"So, majesty." He scooted closer, his voice dropping lower, sounding so sexy that her core clenched. "How about this other time now?"

She almost jolted upright in her seat, remembering the promise she had given him almost a month ago. She had thought he had forgotten but as she looked into his eyes anger suddenly bubbled up in her as she saw his twinkling gaze.

This bastard didn't forget a thing. He was just playing with her.

"What other time?" She said in a bored tone.

"Just give up the charade, Regina." He leaned forward, his lips almost brushing her ear as he continued. "I know you want me."

She huffed out a breath, rolling her eyes, pushing him back on his seat. "Granted I kissed you, outlaw. Once. But it was only a slip. A mistake. I can assure you it won't happen again."

She let out a yelp as he yanked her from the bar stool, his hand tightly wrapped around her arm as he pulled her with him out of the diner through the backdoor, pinning her against the wall, his hands holding her wrists in place as he stepped closer, rocking his hips forward.

"Don't lie, majesty."

"What do you think you are doing?" Regina hissed, bucking her hips forward to push him back, biting her tongue to not groan out load as she made contact with his huge arousal.

She didn't want to want him, this arrogant peasant. But something inside of her was drawn to him. Something she couldn't control. Every time she had seen him over the last four weeks, her heart had jumped into her throat. Every time she had heard his voice something inside of her had clenched, her whole body aching with a deep longing.

And it didn't make any sense. It was one kiss. She only kissed him once. Why did she feel as if a part of her was missing when he wasn't around? Why did she want him so much that she feared she would go up in flames if she wouldn't kiss him right now?

She gritted her teeth, closing her eyes as she huffed. "Let me go, Locksley."

His fingers loosened around her wrists and she started as his lips brushed over her cheek, his low voice ringing in her ears as he whispered. "Look me in the eyes, Regina, and tell me you don't want me. Tell me you don't ache for me like I ache for you. Tell me you don't relive the kiss over and over again. Tell me you don't feel my body pressed against yours, the want to rip my clothes almost unbearable. Tell me that and I will leave and you will never see me again."

Her body trembled and she wanted nothing more than to tell him exactly that. But she couldn't. She opened her eyes slowly, meeting his gaze.

"Fuck you, Locksley." She yanked her arms free and gripped the lapels of his jacket. "Fuck you."

Her lips were on his a second later and oh God, how much she had missed kissing him. One stroke of his tongue and her whole body was on fire, his hips grinding against her, wetness pooling between her thighs.

Oh God, she wanted him.

His hands were pressed against the wall beside her head, caging her in as he leaned back, his eyes locking with hers as he rocked against her, his blue eyes darkening with desire as she let out a soft moan.

Her head tilted to the side, her whole body freezing as her eyes fell on his forearm, her breath hitching in her throat as she saw the lion tattoo.

He apparently saw the shock flickering over his eyes and he immediately stepped back, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. "What's wrong, Regina?"

"You ... I ..." Her lips trembled as she raised her hand and gripped his arm, pushing the jacket away to reveal the tattoo again, her trembling fingers tracing over it.

"What is it?" Robin's voice sounded confused and she looked up at him, tears pricking the back of her eyes.

"This tattoo ..." She gulped hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. "I knew there was a reason why I feel so drawn to you."

"You've lost me."

"Take me home, Robin. Take me into bed." Her lips quivered as she lifted her fingers to his face and trailed them over his scruff. "I need you."

He furrowed his brows, clearly not understanding what this was all about but after watching her intently for a few seconds he just nodded and took her hand, leading her away from the diner.

The moment they stepped over the threshold she literally attacked him, needing to feel him in her, over her, around her. The feelings rushing through her overwhelming her. After seeing his tattoo she knew now that she had missed him. She knew they had met in the year they had lost. She remembered him. His skin, his mouth, his smell. They had been together before. This wouldn't be their first time together. Though it would feel like it was.

His hands were all over her body, tugging at her nipples, kneading her breasts, slipping between her legs and teasing her with shallow strokes, making her even wetter and she pulled him towards the bed, lying down and drawing him between her legs, trembling in anticipation as she felt him settling at her entrance and then he slipped into her and she almost sobbed as he filled her, burying himself completely in her, the feeling was so familiar, the longing finally ebbing as he started to move.

But suddenly he stopped his eyes snapping to hers, his mouth falling open in wonder and she pressed her hand against his chest, wondering what was making him hesitate.

"We did this before."

Surprise tinged his voice and he looked down at her, this lopsided grin appearing on his face again as his hips started to move again, taking her with deep and slow thrusts, his lips brushing over hers as he mumbled. "This isn't our first time."

"No, it isn't."

She didn't question how he knew. She had felt it too. Their connection. Even before she had seen the tattoo. He was her true love and she just tightened her legs and arms around him, meeting him thrust for thrust, getting lost in the sensations he elicited in her.

She would tell him later. She would tell him later what the tattoo on his arm meant. But right now she just enjoyed being back together with her true love again.

They had found each other. Even in another realm. Even without their memories they had found each other again.