Last night's scenes killed me! They were so awesome!
"Can I ask you a personal question, Regina?"
She turned around in his arms, skimming her fingers over his chest, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she looked up into his face.
"And what we just did wasn't personal?"
"Oh, it was personal." He growled, trailing his fingers over her hip, a grin spreading out over his face as she shivered under his touch. "Very personal."
"So what's your question?" She scooted back, putting some space between them so that she wouldn't get distracted by his wandering fingers.
He shifted, propping his head up on his hand, trailing his thumb over her lips as he said quietly. "Why did you give me your heart?"
She jerked back, her eyes wide in shock. "Excuse me?"
"I mean, back then in the forest. You didn't know me. All you knew about me was that I am a thief. Why did you trust me like that? Why did you trust me to keep your heart safe?"
She eyed him thoughtfully for a few moments before her shoulders suddenly relaxed and she reached for his arm. "I guess it's time for you to know."
"Know about what?"
He turned his arm around, her fingers tipping against the tattoo on his forearm, her eyes searching his before she started to speak.
"Do you remember when you asked me if you upset me when I ran out of Zelena's house?"
"Aye, I remember."
"I didn't find a trail." She said softly, her eyes flickering down to his tattoo for a second, her fingers skimming over the ink. "I saw this."
"My tattoo?" Robin asked, clearly baffled by her revelation. "What's wrong with my tattoo?"
"Nothing is wrong with it. It just wasn't the first time I've seen it."
"I don't understand. I'm sure we've never met before. I told you. I would remember meeting you."
"You didn't meet me." Regina told him. "I chickened out."
"Would you care to explain to me what you mean? Because I am at a complete loss here."
"I can imagine." Regina whispered, her fingers shaking as she trailed them over his tattoo again.
"Regina?" His hand appeared in her line of vision, his fingers pulling her chin up until she locked eyes with him. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going anywhere."
She let out a shuddering breath, reaching for his hand and entwining her fingers with his, bringing them to her mouth and pressing a kiss against his knuckles.
"I know." She said softly.
"So?" He tilted his head, looking at her expectantly and she took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
"This tattoo tells me that you are the man the pixie dust led me to all those years ago. The man who was supposed to be my second chance. My second chance at love."
"So we are meant to be together?"
"You are not surprised?"
"No, I'm actually relieved."
"Relieved?"
"I always wondered why I was so drawn to you from the moment I met you. Now I know." He pulled her into his arms, pressing a kiss against her forehead as she snuggled into his body. "You are my true love."
"Yes, that I am."