Longer update/author's note at the bottom. This is a prompt that NoraMills begged me for, to help me with a block I had for a few weeks. Hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writting it. -xxx-

A white light blinds him as a powerful wave of light magic surges from the lips Regina has pressed against her son's forehead. As the purest form of energy crashes into him, he feels crushed, the weight of his taken memories hitting hard. He stumbles backwards, his sight still filled with nothing but white. He falls backwards and she yells his name, he hears her, but he can't say if it comes from the images forming on the canvas blinding him or from reality.

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He walks around the castle's courtyard, exploring, it's sunny –well not quite like he would want, there are clouds hiding the sun from time to time, but it doesn't matter- and quite cold for what should only be the beginning of autumn. He misses the trees and the forest that lies outside the damn protection spell the Evil Queen has casted to 'protect' them. He feels trapped; he needs to be amongst the wildlife.

He strolls past her apple tree, the fruit it's bearing bright red and shiny under the light of day. He gets closer taking one in hand and gently pulling it away from the branch it hangs from. Surely she won't notice that one apple is missing… he thinks. He keeps going further away from the suffocating citadel he's been staying in. He doesn't know where he's heading, but his need for nature and fresh air leads him towards the royal labyrinth. The attraction being made out of high viridian cedar hedges, it helps him forget he's like a mouse hiding from a giant green cat. The familiar scent that floats in the air is intoxicating and he loves it, reminds him of home and Robin thinks it's probably the thing he will never get tired of smelling.

He walks further into the labyrinth, soon getting lost in the maze of leaf and odor around him, but it doesn't take him long to find his way to the center of the whole complex arrangement of vegetation. Fast enough he emerges into a small clearing, something quiet, hidden from everyone. The soft sounds of birds chirping happily as they warm their feathers into the sun, the shadows casted by the tall weeping willows surrounding him and the lapping of water against rocks is overwhelming. The outlaw's eyes widen in surprise, there's a tiny forest on her castle's ground, bloody Hell! He stays in the shade of the trees for a moment, soon feeling a lot more content with the situation.

He moves swiftly, removing the branches and leaves of the weeping willow, he's been under, out of his way, stepping into the warm sun that seems to be perfectly reflecting into that magnificent scenery, warming it as if it was the middle of summer. There must be a charm of eternal summer or something on this place, he thinks. He can see the lake now, its waters are dark –as if he was peering into oblivion itself, and it is enclosed by contrasting white sand that seems so sheer he just wants to pass his fingers through it. He gasps, cannot believe his eyes, in near six months of inhabiting this place he's never seen this wonderful little getaway place. He takes a look around, there's no one in sight and so he decides to move closer to the waters rippling on the shore.

This clearing is hugely disproportionate, it is absolutely impossible that this place is being held in the middle of a not quite large labyrinth. He feels like he's traveled to another land, although he knows it wouldn't be as pleasant. The outlaw walks into the sand, his boots digging into the soft soil and making some soft scrunching noises. He sits, his face leaning into the sun's warm embrace, his hands find their way into the sand and he is content. Everything feels so nice. He takes off his boots and rolls up his pants until his mid calves are bare from any fabric and then he gets back up and walks into the water.

As expected the water is deliciously warm and agreeable, and he decides he will do the most of it. He steps back in the land and takes his shirt off, soon unbuckling his belt and removing his pants and underwear, leaving his articles of clothing on a flat rock he spots nearby. Slowly he swims into the water, soon too deep and too dark for him to spot anything underneath the waves lapping his skin. He relaxes, letting the warmth of everything hitting him as he forgets the chill of September's air. The soft sound of a small cascade he hadn't noticed before, as it was hidden behind a rather large rock formation, filling his ears. Everything is just perfect. That is until he hears and feels a disturbance in the water's flow. A faint lapping sound and a much louder splashing noise now echoing in the quiet of the land he's surrounded by. He bolts up as much as he can in the water and swims until his feet touch the rocky and sandy soil of the lake. He's not alone in here and it is only now that he notices it.

He looks around, he's completely alone, but once again there's this disturbance sound and the waters of the otherwise quiet lake are now swishing until they hit the land. He moves back into the middle of the small lagoon and that's when he understands. Robin manages to narrow the noises until he can associate them with the cascade hiding behind the rocks. He swims there, hoisting himself up onto the rocky formations until he is standing above the waterfall. There he can spot a rather large cavity, some sort of secret hideaway in this land of pure paradise. He decides against going in there, feels much more at ease on the rocks, getting his skin dried up and basking in the warmth of the sunlight. He closes his eyes and lets his mind wander, trying as much as he can not to give into his curiosity.

The swishing noises are faint now, and Robin guesses he must have hallucinated it all, but then the sound of something impacting with the surface of the water pulls him away from his daydreaming. He jolts up and stares into the lake, its waters too dark to see anything. He gets up and walks to the edge of his perch, sitting down near the verge. Soon enough a figure emerges from the water, slowly as if everything was played in slow motion. Dark long locks of hair sticking to the woman's wet body, droplets of water rolling down her shoulders and into the water once more. He can't see her face, but he'd recognize the slender silhouette swimming beneath him everywhere. He'd be able to identify her even if his eyes were closed, because he can still see her image dance across his lids when the night comes. The woman beneath him is infuriating, stunning, sarcastic but most of all she puts him in all sorts of difficult situations. She swims away from him, back to the shore. He watches her walk out of the water, her hair still clinging to her back, revealing by the same fact more and more of her body. He now sees more than half of her back, the skin soft and slowly drying, she keeps walking out of the lake, her Venus's dimples now appearing above the surface of the water and that's when Robin truly realizes something. She is naked, completely naked and he has a terribly lovely view of her ass.

With her hands she brings forth her hair and twists it, freeing it from the excess of water that weighed them down. She slowly turns around, now facing the lake and he can admire her in her full glory, she's exactly like he thought she was. Perfect porcelain. Her gaze wonders over the surface of the water and she spots his reflection, her eyes now locking with him as they travel upwards and on him. She freezes, her eyes wide –even in the distance he can see them widen in surprise, her hands quickly coming to cover herself as best as she can but it's no use. He's seen it all already. He smirks. Who would've thought that the woman that could bed any man she wanted would be so prude in such a moment…? He chuckles and can see her expression darken as she takes in the small shaking of his shoulders.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing here?" she yells, the sudden silence giving her voice exponentials proportions.

He scoots away from the brink of the rock formation and drops himself into the dark waters beneath him. He emerges soon after, a wide smirk playing on his features.

"Can't you see I'm swimming…" he answers in a matter of fact and he can only assume that the sagging of her shoulders his caused by a heavy breath she just let out.

He swims faster than he's ever swum before and arrives on the shore a few moments after. He can now take in the full extent of her Majesty's fury, because she is furious, her porcelain skin now a deep shade of red, her eyes dark with anger and hatred –and something else Robin can't quite decipher, and her mouth's closed and twisted in an ugly snarl that makes her looks ten years older. He moves his hands in front of him, palm facing her way as if he was trying to approach a wild and wounded animal. She scoffs at that, probably realizing just how ridiculous this whole situation is.

She takes a step back, scoffing in mock amusement. "Well now that you are apparently not swimming anymore, take your clothes and get the Hell out of here!" she snaps, her hands falling to her sides in annoyance.

"Alright Milady, don't get your panties in a twist… I'm leaving." He says, walking towards the bunch of clothes he has left on the shore earlier. Honestly, he knew he wasn't on the best of terms with the Queen, but he would have thought her seeing him naked would have had more of an effect on her than that…

He's about to put his underwear and trousers back on when he hears her speak again. She's calmed down now, her tone much softer than a few seconds ago, and if he didn't know any better he would have thought she was almost sad he was taking her seriously.

"You have no business being here, it is a private part of the castle's ground… No one's ever came here except me…"

Robin looks back at her, she looks so small all of a sudden, her dark hair, even darker as it's still damped, hiding most of her face. He approaches her once more, this time even more carefully and once she's hidden from the sun behind his tall figure, he takes her chin between his fingers and forces her slowly to look at him. His eyes lock with hers, deep sad brown eyes melting into blues. Tears escape from her lashes and he wipes them away with his other hand.

"I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean to intrude… I just needed to escape the castle and I got lost in the labyrinth and then ended up here and saw the lake." He explains, his voice low and velvety, soothing her as much as he can.

Regina nods, her body slightly trembling. "You took me by surprise." She tries. "I hate surprises…" she adds as a mean to explain the mess her overflowing and mourning emotions are putting her through.

It's Robin's turn to nod, accepting what she said as if it was supposed to explain everything that has just happened.

"I'll leave if you want to be alone. It's your secret hideaway after all."

He turns around his hands leaving her face and she misses the touch instantly. As if on cue, her body reacts to his lost by having her wrap her arms around his mid-section, stopping his progress to move away short.

"Please stay." Her voice is not even loud enough to be considered a whisper, but he hears her all the same and turns back in her grasp to embrace her in a tight hug.

"I will."

Robin is bewildered, in just ten minutes he's managed to piss off the Evil Queen, have her yell at him, then make her cry and have her begging for him to stay here. What shocks him the most though is the fact that he actually agreed to stay where he is with her.

The Queen's grip around his waist is strong and Robin can't quite phantom how such a small and fragile looking creature can wield such a strength. Even though he feels terribly awkward, never once does he let go of her, instead he nuzzles into her apparently freshly shampooed hair and she buries her face into his chest as she keeps fighting against the trembling she's suffering from. His hands travel up her back until they find their way between her shoulder blades and he starts rubbing small circles there, soothing her.

He keeps doing so until she has stopped shuddering and has fully recovered from whatever had her going in such a state of panic. It is then that she parts from him, her whiskey gaze finding his ocean deep one, her eyes are pleading him in a silent manner and he can't quite measure what she truly is asking for. Upon instinct, his hands find their way into her hair, clutching at the back of her neck, as he leans in to press a kiss to her lips. He is tentative at first and she is startled, not quite registering what he just did, but she soon recovers and her lips start moving against his. They're clumsy, teeth banging, tongues fighting, but soon enough they find their rhythm and they fall into a heated dance. It is as if their body had known each other's for years and were just reconnecting after long years of absence.

Regina tilts her head to the side, deepening what is now more than a chaste and refrained kiss. Her teeth nipping softly on Robin's upper lip. He swipes his tongue slowly on her plumped lower lip in an unasked demand for entrance. His request is something her Majesty obliges with most enthusiasm as she meets him halfway and starts fighting against him to maintain control and dominance into their languorously heated embrace. Her arms, previously wrapped around his waist, find their way up on his chest, her palms resting flat where his heart lies. He barely flinches, although he is utterly aware of her past as a heart-ripper… He keeps on kissing her, tortuously making his way behind her ear. He sucks at a spot behind it as if he knew it would make her squirm and moan in return. Robin playfully nips at her earlobe before making his way down her neck until he finds the junction between her shoulder and collar.

Her head tilts back, her eyes are closed and everything still seems like it's spinning around her. She can't breathe, the sensation of his tongue trailing down her chest and in the valley of her breast sends shivers down her spine and has her magic flaring up to the surface. Her skin becomes heated as she feels everything becoming heightened, the touch of his hands on her scalp, his rough tongue on the swell of her left breast and the contact of his stubbled chin with her oversensitive skin is making her go insane. She pants heavily when one of his hands untangles from her hair and finds its way to her unoccupied nipple, twisting, pulling and pinching it until it is fully alert. She hisses a bit as his teeth grazes the nipple he now has in mouth and he bites on it gently.

His head parts from her body and every sensation she previously had are now vanishing into thin air and the feeling of her magic overwhelming her is fading away quickly.

"Everything alright?" he asks, unsure if he should continue his ministrations.

Her simple answer consists into pulling his head back to her flushed skin. He takes the not-so-subtle hint easily and goes back to his ways. Slowly coming back to her lips, making sure to leave a trail of wet kisses on his way up, she sighs clearly unhappy that he is abandoning her breasts to revel in the way her lips feel. He chuckles lightly against her skin as his hands roam down her body and firmly grip her hips. She gasps, her hands finding their way once more into his sable blond hair as he starts moving against her, he's pushing her backwards and she is blind. She can't see where he's leading her, but sure enough when her back hits a hard harsh surface, she acknowledges that he pressed her against the rocky walls surrounding the private lake of this scenery. One of her leg locks behind his calf and he grabs more firmly at her ass, hoisting her up on the flat rocks just above her.

Robin then looks at her, his eyes now steely-blue, they're darker and there's a glimmer of something wild sleeping under the surface. Something Regina intends on uncovering…

"Eager are you?" she breathes out, her voice coming out a lot more labored than she had expected.

He growls then, unable to even formulate something coherent and Regina feels that the heat radiating from her body is now concentrated between her legs. There's a pooling sensation deep in the pit of her stomach and she, herself, is getting eager at the prospect of having him in any way possible… The thief kisses her once more, this time he is rough almost in a hurry and he bites her lip, sucks it in his mouth and releases it only when she whimpers. His hands roam her body once more, hooking behind her knees and hoisting them on both of his shoulders, resulting in Regina falling onto her back in a hard thumping sound. Once more she hisses at his coarse ministrations, but when his mouth makes contact with the skin of her abdomen she can't help but moan, her hands falling to her side and clutching at the smaller rocks around her.

He makes his way lower, sucking hard enough on the flat flawless skin of her stomach to leave bruises later, he kisses her hipbone on each sides, biting at the prominent bone structure. When he finally reaches down to her pubic bone, he laps at the neatly trimmed curls he finds there and then heads further south, avoiding her womanhood and suckling on the insides of her thighs, once more applying enough pressure with his mouth to mark her. Usually she would mind having a man mark her, but Robin –this infuriatingly righteous thief that manages to always keep her on her toes- is different she doesn't know exactly in what ways, but she doesn't mind as long as he keeps making her feel like she's about to burst into a ball of pure magical energy.

Once more he lifts his head, resulting in a furious sigh from Regina and her head lifting from the ground, he's about to sass her again probably, but is shut up instantly as she forcefully grabs his head and gets him right where she needs him most. She feels him chuckle against her skin and is about to laugh too when he takes his first real taste of her. She automatically arches her back in response and her body writhes under the whole spectrum of sensation she's experiencing for what seems like the first time in her whole life.

His hands come up and part her legs wider, giving him a better access to her core. He slowly runs his tongue on her clit, flicking it in circles and tracing small patterns that have Regina squirming and panting heavily as the most sensitive nerves of her being are getting assaulted while she is feeling as if everything was heightened. A low groan escapes her parted lips and she tilts her head backwards, her eyes fluttering shut as white dots start dancing on her lids. He hasn't even started yet and she already can't take it anymore. She cries out when his fingers replace his tongue and start rubbing quick circles around her bundle of nerves. His tongue slowly makes its way to her entrance, lapping around it, teasing her mercilessly and she whimpers loudly. He chuckles, his breath hitting her damp heat. He moves away from her, slowly. His nimble fingers still drawing patterns on her clit, but his mouth moving away. She's about to object, to whine in a less than regal manner and to torture him to death for making her wait, but he buries his face back into her, his tongue sharply entering her. She gasps and moans and her cries are the only thing that can be heard in the large clearing.

He moves in and out of her in three fast thrusts, he can feel her clench around him, can feel the muscles in her lower abdomen rippling and trembling under his torture. Regina's breath hitches, it becomes more and more labored, her hands fisting the rocks she found at her side so hard her knuckles have turned white as snow and she feels it; the surge of pure ecstasy rushing through her, she can't quite decipher it though. It is not magic, nor is it her orgasm hitting her but it's powerful and strangely addictive. She wants to order him for more, wants to feel that energy run through her more limpidly and so she tries calling out for him. Her words are strangled in her throat, they come out as low, guttural things that couldn't be taken for words, but as if Robin was connected to her, he understands what she wants, comprehend her need for more. It's like a telepathic connection that they share and Regina can now associate the energy running through her as what it is, a bond between them –connecting them on a level that if she wasn't so close to her peak would scare her away.

Robin subtracts his tongue from inside her and his fingers take its place as he comes back to her mouth. Two fingers enter her roughly, curling and pumping into her as his thumb keeps making circles on her sensitive nerves. He kisses her then, something passionate and fiery, her lips tingle and she feels their energy mixing with one another's, he must feel it too because he moves away, his dark eyes filled with confusion. She reassures him, he hears her tell him that it's her magic's fault, but her lips aren't moving and her soft husky voice is echoing in his mind. He nods, apprehensions still lurking in the back of his mind, but for now they'll stay there because he's wanted her more than anything else in the world since the first time he saw her in the woods. He crashes his lips against her once more, ignoring the flaring sensation numbing almost his whole face and lets her taste herself on his tongue when she sucks it in her mouth.

His free hand, the one still holding her leg apart, snakes its way up her body and finds purchase on one of her breast. He starts massaging it, playing slowly with her nipple. He moves away from her lips and takes her in, the small purple sparks flying from each spot where he touches her, he's intrigued by it, wonders for a few seconds how and why this is happening, but then the whimpers of the Queen writhing beneath him bring him back to the moment.

"More…" she asks, her voice husky and it seems she's found the capacity to speak again.

He chuckles again, can't quite phantom how this all happened but utterly glad it did. He snakes the hand he had on her breast around her back and secures her in his arm, as he pulls her flush against his chest. His second hand still pumping in lazy thrusts into her. He looks into her clouded eyes and she locks her legs around his waist, he hoists her up a bit and starts walking towards the water. The sun's hot and she's almost bursting into flames as her magic is slowly consuming her and Robin's instinct is telling him that this is what she needs.

She shivers when her heated skin makes contact with the warm –but apparently cooler- water, but she is grateful. Her head drops onto Robin's shoulder and he keeps moving into her, although his rhythm is far from what Regina wants because of the awkward angle. She faces the inside of his neck, her lips slowly kissing the skin nearest to her mouth and she moves her lips closer to his ear.

"Take me now outlaw or so help me Gods…" she whispers and he grunts.

He removes his hands from her and she whines loudly into his neck. His hands both come to grasp her hips and move her up his body. She's a lot less heavy now that they're chest high in the dark waters of the lake. Her hand moves down his body and she grabs him, he gasps softly and once she's positioned him like she wants him to, he lowers her body, penetrating her slowly. They both stop breathing for a moment, their hearts skipping a beat and she's glowing. Her skin now radiating with a soft amethyst glow and when she looks at him her eyes match her skin, the brown rapidly vanishing and leaving place to the hypnotic swirls of pure magic.

"You're glowing…" he grunts and she smiles. She doesn't know why, she should know why, she doesn't care actually and she urges him to continue.

And so he does, he thrusts into her slowly at first, and her arms find purchase on his shoulders, giving her the opportunity to take it up a notch. She starts grinding against him, impaling herself on his thick member. He laughs loudly and it resonates on the water.

"Well you…" Her breaths are labored, difficult and she has difficulties holding back enough for him to build up his peak and come with her. Because yes she wants him to share the same peak as her. "… weren't fast… enough." She finally manages and he growls, a smirk on his lips as he does.

Automatically she wipes that smirk away, kissing him roughly and biting down his lip so hard, she's sure she's ripped the skin and drew blood. He bucks his hips into her faster and harsher and harder, burying himself to the hilt each time, but it's not enough. He's come to understand that she feels everything ten times more, but he also knows it's not enough and so he changes the angle, pushes her body away from him, half of her dark hair now dancing in the water and he pumps into her faster. He hits a new spot in her, something that has her crying out even louder than before and he knows that this will be enough. He slams into her harder and his hips meet hers each time, thus creating enough pressure on her core for her to be fully stimulated. Her arms are outstretched and she reaches for his shoulders, digging her nails painfully into his skin. He hisses, but never does he tell her to stop, he likes that, likes to know that she is marking him as much as he's marked her.

He feels himself getting closer, feels his release begging and he is sure that soon enough he's going to pass the point of no return. He thrusts faster into her and her muscles clench around him, trapping him. She cries out, she's there, on the brink of a cliff and suddenly she's falling. His name escapes her parted lips as she feels herself hovering into the void that her orgasm has created. Regina's vaguely aware of him pumping and thrusting into her, impaling her and 'riding' her through her orgasm and he comes after a few more thrusts. His hips bucking out of rhythm and getting to a stop. Her outstretched arms move around him and her hands make their way into his hair, bringing her closer to his body. He lays his head upon her chest, his hands still gripping tightly at the junction between her ass and her thighs.

They breathe together as one being, his member slowly softening inside of her and she laughs. It's a melodious sound even if it is strangled by the hoarseness in her voice. In a leisurely motion she drags her nails upon his scalp, making Robin shiver. He drops a few kisses to her torso, slips out of her and lets her down, giving her a chance to finally touch the sandy soil of the lake. However he still holds her close to him and he buries his face into her now damp again raven tresses.

"If you'd have told me this morning that I'd have this kind of afternoon I would have laughed…" she whispers softly into his chest.

"So would I… But this was more than worth it."

She doesn't answer at that, simply nods her head and caresses him. He presses a soft kiss into her hair, takes her in his arms once more –bridal style- and she would've protested if she wasn't so exhausted, he walks them back to the shore, lies her in the grass near the white sand of the beach and sits next to her, drawing soft and loving patterns on her velvety skin. Her skin is gradually fading back to its porcelain tone, the violet glow to it vanishing, but the shade in her eyes glowing even brighter.

He stares into her eyes as he drops next to her, lying flat on his back and hoisting her so she's lying halfway on him.

"Why were you purple back then?" he asks and she laughs.

"Pure magic…" she says as a mean to explain it, as if it was obvious, but when she sees the confusion in his eyes, she laughs softly. "Making love is a powerful thing, it's magic in its purest, and as I was the closest recipient to contain all this magic, it overwhelmed me…" she says as she caresses his chest languidly.

He nods in understanding, glad that this wasn't just a quick fuck to her either and he closes his eyes, reveling in the sensation of her being pressed against him. He wraps his arms around her small frame and hugs her tightly.

Later on when the sun is no longer high in the sky and the moon starts to shine on the lake's water, they'll still be there, lying near the willow tree. Him sleeping soundly and her watching intently at his right forearm… It seems it wasn't just love making that made me go all 'glowy' and violet, she thinks as exhaustion takes her into slumber and she joins her infuriating thief and soulmate into the darkness and peace of oblivion.

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When Robin wakes up after a few hours of passing out, the slow and steady beeping of the machines measuring his heart rate and the harsh neon lights of the hospital room he's been placed in, welcome him back in the present. He stares out at the ceiling and feels a hand in his. He tries to get up only to find the sleeping form a small brunette clutching at his hand. He caresses her short hair and lies back on the uncomfortable bed, focusing really hard on the beautiful memories he's just gain back.

Sad news, I'm officially taking a break on It Had To Be You?! and Of Flesh And Blood. I have lost the motivation I had in writting those stories, they are underappreciated -not that it matters since I'm writting to please myself- but I have simply lost the love I had for those two stories. I might even just stop them as they are. Anyway, don't worry though I have a few one-shots that are coming soon enough. I truly hope you'll enjoy what I'll be preparing for you peeps. -xxx- See you for the next update!