I know, right? FINALLY a Selfish update.
This is not jealous!bandit. I'm sorry. But it is jealous Regina, and it's fairly recent - set in Camelot.
Because I did not get a good vibe from my girl Guinevere. Was that just me?
So FINALLY! Jealous Regina for you. Not the bandit - I'm starting to think that that wasn't meant to be. But I bring you my little dwelling on the Camlot thing.
That queen is weird. Arthur too, but Guinevere was so so shady. Hmm.
Plus: I love hero Regina as much as the next one, but bad girl Regina is my favorite. So.
Anyway, there it goes. Hope you like it. Tell me all about it.
And if you want another entry on jealous Regina or jealous Robin, let me know.
P.S.: I wrote this before watching episodes 3 and 4. I've been offline lately, and I'm late on the last two episodes. Please don't mind if differs too much from the original plot.
P.P.S.; Next is the "Frustrated" update.
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The first time it happened, Regina made excuses for her.
She was walking with Robin in one of the gardens, enjoying the hour before the sunset. He was saying something about wanting to explore the kingdom, maybe go on a ride with her, they could borrow a couple of horses and have a private lunch on some hilltop and silly romantic plans like that when King Arthur walked in with his wife.
Always eager to put their plans in action, he asked if he could "borrow the savior".
Robin had smiled and bowed politely.
"Maybe you can accompany me in my walks while they talk business, Mr. Locksley?" Guinevere had said.
Robin and Regina both looked at her with mild surprise on their expressions.
"Oh, yes, of course Your Majesty."
Camelot's queen had smiled brightly at him and reached for his arm before he had the chance to offer it.
Regina watched them walk out for a second or two, and then she shook her head.
Arthur had, after all, asked for her first. Guinevere was only being a good hostess.
The second time was on the very next day. Arthur was nowhere near them. They were all - Regina, Robin, Snow, Charming and Killian - arriving from where Granny's diner had landed, where they had, reluctantly, left Emma and Henry teaching Roland how to play cards, the dwarves, Granny herself and Belle watching just in case the Dark One suddenly got any… Darker.
Guinevere arrived, surrounded by a flock of young ladies and smiled at them.
"Good afternoon", she offered a courtesy to Snow, Charming and Regina herself, nodding her head in acknowledgement of Killian. And then she turned her head to Robin.
"I was just telling Lady Susan and Lady Katherine about the wonderful stories you told me yesterday. They are all very curious to hear some of your adventures."
Regina turned her head to him, already feeling irritation flaring up.
Since when does Robin tell stories to any queen other than herself?
Robin Hood, as if taken by a wave of stupidity, curved his lips up in a smile and made that face, that sassy one, to the young ladies (who were all blushing, for some reason) and opened his arms in a strange welcome.
"I'd be happy to." He turned to Regina. "Do you mind, love?", he said in a lower voice.
She took in a breath to start speaking - and she would, of course, say that no, she didn't mind, because she was a queen, she took diplomacy with her coffee for breakfast, but Guinevere spoke before she could.
"I hope you don't mind if we steal him away for a few minutes. It's just we had never heard such exciting tales before."
Oh, Regina very much doubted that. What with the way Arthur had arrived to his throne and the round table stories and what not. Still, she forced a smile and looked back at Robin.
"Of course."
He fished her hand and planted a kiss to it. With a small nod to the rest of their group, he turned around and walked towards the giggly group of pink and lavender skirts and little flower arrangements and cutesy hair pins.
Regina turned slightly to the left to start walking again, and her eyes found Snow's, who rose her eyebrows discreetly and started walking, linking her arm to her right one.
After that, it started getting ridiculous.
On the hallways, on the libraries, when he was talking to Henry, at dinner, any normal morning or afternoon. Guinevere would casually call for Robin's attention, engage him in conversation, laugh at his jokes (why was he making jokes?), telling Arthur "Oh, Robin said he knows how to hunt for foxes!", "Arthur, ask Robin about the time he shot an arrow through a sheriff's hat, it is so funny!", "Arthur, dear, Robin is an excellent shot, you should invite him to hunt with you" and so on.
It got to the point where she could not hear the name "Guinevere" without having the urge to roll her eyes.
But, Robin still smiled at her, in that way he did only with her, when she could practically see his heart beaming with love, and he still said those secret things that made her smile in return, like casually make a comment about the way her dress hugged her while walking in a very open corridor, where anyone could hear them, or catching her hand in his and caressing it with his thumb lazily.
Yes, it was nothing. It was all fine.
She was walking, Henry by her side, towards the library where Belle was waiting for her, to study up on any kind of magic that could get them any closer to freeing Merlin from that damned tree, Snow on the other side of Henry, both exchanging some knowing looks every time he mentioned the name "Violet".
They walked passed a passage that lead to a simple grass field, and Regina heard a familiar "Papa, look!". Turning around, she saw Roland with his tiny bow, an arrow notched in place, aiming at a target about his size, a few paces away from him. The three of them stopped momentarily to watch, and Regina smiled, realizing just now that she missed the little boy. Other than his father and Henry, he was the only one that trusted her completely, doubt never once crossing his eyes whenever he thought about her or when she told him she would do something. She missed his little hand in hers, and she missed kissing him goodnight and promising she would do her magic to protect him like she always did.
He shot his arrow, hitting the target almost on it's edge, but still on the blue colored lines.
"Did you see, papa?" he asked, excited.
"I did! Very good, my boy!" she heard Robin's voice and leaned forward to spot him at the same time Henry resumed his walking with a "kid's getting good".
Imagine her surprise when she did spot Robin sitting on a concrete bench, watching his son and smiling at him with none other than Queen Guinevere by his side, clapping her hands softly enough that only Roland and Robin would hear her.
"Incredible, Roland! You are so good at this! Who taught you?" she asked.
"My papa did! He's the best shot. Ask anyone", the boy said, taking another arrow from the quiver and carefully placing it on his bow, getting ready to shoot again.
"I believe you", the obnoxious woman said, and Regina straightened up again, averting her eyes, trying her best not to go up there and place herself between her and Robin.
Snow did the same, and Regina realized she had been watching, too.
"Are you ok?" she asked carefully.
Nodding once, Regina's first instinct was to shoot an "I'm fine" and be done with that conversation before it even started, but, looking at the princess' face, she decided to maybe get an opinion.
"I am, it's just… It's probably nothing."
"Hmm", Snow shook her head, taking another glance towards where Robin's and Guinevere's cheers of another arrow from Roland sounded. "It's not nothing. I see it, too."
Regina raised her brows at her and took maybe half a step towards her, asking "You do?" and Snow nodded once, gave her an accomplice look like she understood, like she was saying "let's be alert" and resumed walking after Henry, and Regina felt good and bad at the same time.
Good, because now she was validated. She wasn't silly, with just a school girl's jealousy after all. Snow saw it, too. And bad because honestly. Was this really happening? Seriously. As if her plate wasn't full enough already.
Belle managed to distract her with facts and obscure spells and history on all things Merlin, and Henry's presence was soothing enough to keep her mind off Robin and the president of his fan club.
That night, however, while walking towards the room she was occupying, the nagging feeling came back to fill her mind with bitter thoughts.
Roland. Even Roland? What is this woman trying, anyway?
She knocked on Henry's door, to say goodnight, and heard a "come in". Turning the knob, she saw her son sitting on his bed, cross legged on top of the covers, and Robin, standing there in the middle of the room, both laughing at an excited Roland who was standing on his own bed, little chest bare, pajama bottoms on, arms wide open.
"Regina!" he exclaimed when he saw her, bouncing on the soft mattress, and Regina felt a warm wave of pride and relief at how excited he was to see her.
(Maybe she had been wondering, worrying if the lovely queen, being new and so sickenly sweet, would take her place in the little boy's heart.)
"You should have seen me today! Papa let me shoot at a target, and I'm getting really good!"
"Are you? I'm so glad!" she smiled at him, avoiding Robin's eyes.
"I am! Will you come watch me next time?"
"Of course, dear. I'm proud of you, becoming such a brave young man."
He smiled at her, those dimples appearing deep in his cheeks, and she ran a hand through his hair.
"It's time for bed now, though. You should already be dreaming."
"That's what I said", Robin said and she looked at him. From his face, she could see she was not able to hide her irritation towards him.
"I wanted to tell Henry. I'm ready to sleep, now", Roland declared, sitting down, letting his father walk to him and push the top of his pajamas over his head.
Regina walked to Henry and pulled on the covers, making him move.
"You don't have to tuck me in, you know", he said as delicately as he could, and oh, the teenage years were officially in.
"I know I don't have to", she whispered. "I just wanted to say good night. Or is that too embarrassing?" she joked.
He rolled his eyes, a side smile on his lips and wow. Emma, all over his features.
Bending down to kiss his forehead, she said goodnight and turned to give Roland his own kiss.
"Will you do the magic tonight?" he whispered to her and she smiled. It was their little secret.
"Like I do every night. You sleep tight. No one will come in here."
He was a tired little boy. Didn't even open his eyes again after she raised her lips from his forehead.
"Good night, Henry", Robin said while exiting the room before her. She winked at her son and closed the door behind her, a wave of her hand casting the spell that would keep anyone that was not herself or Robin from entering the room - usually, Emma had a pass, too. But, given the circumstances, not since they had arrived in Camelot.
"Is everything alright, love?" Robin asked while the purple glow on the door slowly faded, making her spell invisible.
She looked at him and there went that nagging feeling again. The clueless look on his face making her even more irritated.
"Everything's fine. Why?"
"Because you're barely looking at me, and right now you sound like you did when we first met."
She stopped to think for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she forced thoughts of Guinevere away from her mind and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips.
"I'm sorry. It's just", she waved her hand in the general direction of the rest of the castle and sighed. "It's a lot to deal with."
He raised his hand to her face in that way she loved and touched his forehead to hers.
"I know. Let's go. You should rest, too."
Everything was fine after that. Until two days later, when there was a celebration to one of Arthur's most trusted guard's birthday, and dinner evolved into an impromptu party, with music and wine and loud laughter.
One moment, Robin was right there by her side, her hand tucked into his elbow. And then that damned King Arthur had arrived, with his damned queen, and had distracted her, asking something or other of the Enchanted Forest, something or other about Rumplestiltskin, of all people, and she had taken her hand from his arm for one second, and then when she looked again, he was gone, and, running her eyes in search, she spotted him across the room, one hand on the air, clutching small fingers in his, the other gently placed on Guinevere's waist, dancing. Dancing. And apparently being funny, because the brunette was laughing and delicately tossing her head back in humor, stepping to and fro in his arms and that was it. She was done with this stupid party.
She waited until Arthur was done talking to excuse herself, and, right before she started walking towards the stairs, she caught Robin's eyes and yes, she made sure he saw the Evil Queen in her stare.
Turning around, she walked fast, avoiding anyone who she suspected could wish to speak to "the saviour".
Not wanting to risk being stopped, she closed her eyes and sent herself to her door in a cloud of purple smoke as soon as she stepped out of the salon where the party was being held.
Opening the heavy door and closing it with force after coming in, she turned the key twice locking herself in and everyone else, including Robin, out.
Her bath was not relaxing. It only served to make all the images of her all over him more vivid, and she tied her robe around herself with an angry pull of the sash, a sharp move of her hands making the water on the tub evaporate instantly. She had a pillow on her hand when the door knob turned.
"Regina?" came Robin's voice through the door. She tossed it onto the mattress again and punched it to make it softer, and it felt good, her fist on something. So she did it again, ignoring him altogether. "Regina, open the door."
Looking at the key on the lock, she made it turn once and then twice. He tested the knob again, only to find it was still locked.
"Regina, come on. What are you doing?"
Punching the pillow once more, just to maybe exorcise some anger into it, she walked to the window to pull the curtains, needing to physically pull and push on something.
She was back by the bed when the door swung open and Robin walked in, his own expression confused and slightly irritated.
"Honestly, love. I can pick a lock", he said and God, she wanted to punch him and not the pillow. "Why did you key the door?"
"I'm surprised you noticed", she said, turning her back on him, walking to the other side of the room, opening a random door, looking for something, for nothing really, just needing to move.
"What is that supposed to mean? What's gotten into you?"
"Into me?"
"Yes! Why are you so angry?"
"I'm not angry, Robin. Maybe you just got used to rainbows and unicorns all the time, from your precious queen Guinevere, and now you think I'm angry. I'm not."
She punctuated her words with a slam of the door she had opened.
"Guinevere? What are you talking about?"
Not wanting to sound like a wounded child, she sighed and turned her back on him, adjusting the pillow on the bed for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Regina?" Robin called her. "Are you jealous of Guinevere?"
"Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself." She turned back towards him only to find an infuriating smile forming on his lips. "I'm not!"
"Then why are you so mad?"
"Because!"
"Because what, love, I can't read your mind."
She huffed out a breath, looking at him.
"Why are you spending so much time together?"
His smile grew.
"What are you smiling about?"
He took a step towards her, then another.
"I didn't know you felt so… Strongly about me visiting with our hostess."
"Visiting. Is that what you're doing? Telling stories and jokes and dancing around?"
"Regina-"
"And Roland! Why is she watching Roland shoot arrows? Doesn't she have anything better to do? She's supposed to be the queen. Honestly, what an amateour. No wonder they're in such a mess. That's what happens when you let anyone into the throne."
Robin had the nerve to let out a chuckle and start taking the two remaining steps towards her. Still very irritated, Regina conjured a shield around herself, and Robin couldn't advance.
Showing her an expression he reserved for his son when he was being naughty, he looked at her.
"Take this down, please."
Stubbornly, she held his stare.
"Regina, please. Take this silly thing down."
It was another five seconds before she blinked and lifted the invisible shield, frowning at him when he stepped closer, holding her by the waist and getting his face close to hers.
"You think I care about Guinevere and her invitations to tour the kingdom?"
"She invited you to tour the king-"
"I don't care about that. I only accepted the attention to try and stay out of your way and maybe gain her trust. It could be handy in the future."
That gave her pause.
"I didn't ask you to stay out of my way."
"You've been very busy, I didn't want to be a nuisance."
"You're not a nuisance, Robin, why would you think that?"
Raising a hand to caress her cheek, he didn't respond. Just offered her a chaste kiss and moved to start getting ready for bed.
Regina looked at her pillow, the one she had abused with punches and tosses. This was ridiculous. Even if Camelot's queen was taking a lot of Robin's attention, she had never had reason to doubt him. Hell, he ran to her when he thought his wife was lying there frozen, the mother of his child. Of course some fresh faced royal wouldn't make him stray from her side.
When he walked to the bed again, she was already lying down, covers over her legs, getting ready to sleep. Moving the sheets to lie by her side, he sighed and hugged her to him. She went willingly, but said nothing.
Until he started laughing silently behind her.
"I can't believe you locked me out."
She sat up and looked at him.
"I'm very flattered, though, that you were jealous enough to lock the door on me. That says a lot."
"Do you want to spend the night on Henry and Roland's floor?"
He forced himself to sober up and stopped laughing, but she saw the humor in his features.
"I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again. Let's just go to sleep."
She kept looking at him, sizing him up, trying to decide if he was going to make another joke.
"Regina, come on."
"Can you get rid of that grin?"
He looked at her for one or two seconds before he sighed and lied down.
"I don't know why you're so mad. Come on, I'm tired, I know you are, too."
Only because she did have an early start the next day, she lied next to him and tried to put the whole thing off her mind. And she was, indeed, tired, so it didn't take long for her to fall asleep after he kissed the back of her head with a "Good night, love."
The next day was busy. Emma was getting restless, nervous, the darkness inside her simmering and toying with her emotions. Regina had to spend a few hours with her, talking, comforting, engaging in some silly banter or other - distracting her, really, from the power inside that wished to come out.
By the time she left the blonde with Hook, she was not feeling at all like a savior. More like the Evil Queen again - on edge, irritated, with that puzzle nagging her, in the back of her mind, not giving her a moment of peace.
It didn't help that she had no idea where Robin was.
Nevertheless, even her dress was irritating her. The light skirt, buffing around her legs, cream colored fabric reminding her that she was supposed to smile, to help, to be good.
She could do all the things she needed to do without dressing like a silly princess, honestly.
She was a queen. She was the most feared queen that ever lived. She was respected, even when she was feared - and, granted, hated.
Closing her eyes, she felt a warm wave engulf her and then - ah, that's better.
Not bad enough that Snow would shake her head in disapproval, but not so ingenue either.
A woman, not a girl. A Queen - a true Queen -, not a princess.
Resuming her walk, she already started to feel better. Spotting Sir Lancelot on the end of a corridor, she made a point to smile at him, but nothing too… Sugary.
"Your Majesty", he greeted, bowing.
Oh, she missed that.
This time, when they met, Arthur didn't speak much. And she noticed he was taking some time to answer to her inquiries. Turning her head slightly back, she saw his eyes glued to her behind.
Ha. Men.
But it did stroke her ego a bit. And, if that was Robin's favorite part of her anatomy, if he had told her once and again that he didn't like to catch anyone looking at her behind, "because it is his", too bad.
He was off picking flowers with dear Guinevere anyway, why did he care?
Regina was positively feeling better at dinner, with Henry sitting by her ("Geez, mom, really?" was his comment on her attire and she just brushed a hand over his forehead to swipe some hair off his eyes and guided him to sit by her side), Roland perched on her lap (which made her very, very happy. This little boy's heart was hers, willingly given), munching on a turkey leg, Robin on her other side, silent.
Guinevere was, for once, away from her hero, sitting by her husband, entertained in conversation.
"Here, darling", Regina said to Roland, offering him a napkin so he could wipe his hands.
"Henry, teach me how to do the bat!" he said, turning to her son, and Henry picked his own napkin up and turned to him.
"Alright, pay attention."
Regina took a bite of her own plate, maneuvering around Roland's little body, and Robin leaned into her.
"Interesting choice of dress. I've never seen this one."
She chewed her food slowly, spared him a glance and raised her brows, her lips turning up in a smile that could not be accused of being rude, but it was not sweet either.
"It's new."
"I like it", he decided, straightening up on his chair, stabbing some vegetables with his fork. "I'll enjoy taking it off you later."
Regina did not want to smile. She was making a point of being distant, but comments like that always got to her, she couldn't help it.
"I did it! Regina, look, look!" Roland shouted suddenly and everybody around the table stopped talking to see what the boy was talking about.
Henry had managed to teach him how to fold his linen napkin into a very simple bat, and he was proud, showing her his work.
"Oh, excellent!" She praised. "Will you make me one?" she offered him her own.
"Very nice, Roland", Snow said in her sweet voice, smiling at him, while Robin placed a hand on top of his head.
"Let's see if I can teach you how to make a swan next", Emma winked at him, and Regina saw the effort she was making to act normal. Spending time with the children helped.
"What a talented family! I'm impressed."
There. And they were having such a nice dinner.
Thankfully, Roland didn't pay much attention to Guinevere's praise, Hook having fashioned his own napkin into a simple ship, distracting the boy. He only smiled at everyone that praised him and turned his eyes back into his little group of Henry, Emma and Hook.
And Violet.
When had she arrived? Had she been sitting by Henry this whole time?
Dinner was over and they all got up, stretching their legs and making conversation before going to bed. Regina had let go of Roland's hand, who was standing up on the bench Snow was sitting on, looking at Neal. Robin had fished her hand and placed it on the crook of his elbow.
"Let's say goodnight", he said, his voice low, by her side. "And go to bed. Now."
"Careful, now", she said and God! She had missed this part of herself so much. The not so soft one. "Your darling queen will miss you if you retire too soon."
He chuckled and, right then, her eyes met Guinevere's. She bowed her head to her and Regina offered her that acid curve of lips, that one that was sweet, nice and easy, but enough to let someone alert.
"Oh, I have my Queen", Robin said. "I'm planning on having her tonight, actually."
"Well. If you're lucky."
He caught her hand from his elbow and raised it to his lips, coming to stand in front of her. Letting his eyes run from from her own and down her body, he adopted that face that oh, promised good things.
"I'll put Roland to bed. And then we'll see how lucky I can get."
Regina held his stare until he turned around to pick up his son.
Looking towards where Snow was, she saw the princess engaged in conversation with David, but their eyes met.
Snow's brows raised and she offered Regina a small smile.
Good move.
Smiling back, Regina turned around and started walking towards her room.
She was standing in the dark when Robin walked in, her head having complained slightly when all the lights were on, so she dimmed it till she could barely see.
He didn't say anything when he saw her standing there in front of her vanity mirror, taking her rings and her earrings one by one. Robin simply closed the door, locked it, took the key out and into his pocket.
Walking, he stood behind her and their eyes met in the mirror. Regina felt his hands looking for the clasp, the button, the thing that would allow him to start taking her dress off.
"Did you say goodnight to our hostess?" she said, that careful sarcasm leaving her in soft tones. "It's very important you secure her trust, you see." She turned around and looked in his eyes, her high heels dispensing with the height difference. "It might be handy in the future", she finished, reciting his own words back to him.
One corner of his mouth curved up and he ran his fingers from the top of her thighs, to her belly, over her breasts and her neck, and she tried to suppress the goosebumps rising from his featherlight touch.
"She did show up during my walk with Roland again this morning."
"Of course she did."
His eyes were focused on her body, and the expression he wore was intense, concentrated. Like he was studying her. His hands lingered on her neck for a bit and then made their descend back down her front, hands mapping the curves of her breasts, but not really touching.
"Her Majesty really is rather chatty, I suppose", he continued, closing his hands around her wrists and caressing the inner skin with his thumbs, his face close to hers, looking at her hands.
"Her Majesty", Regina echoed. "Funny how you never seem to call her 'milady'."
"Well, she's not my lady, is she?" Raising his face to hers, he stared into her eyes for a moment before looking at her lips.
"I really do hope she's not."
"No. That's you, isn't it?"
He was not whispering, per se. His voice was low enough, but it was not a whisper.
"Maybe that's why I was so reluctant to call you by your proper title. Maybe I always knew you were meant to be mine."
Robin rose his hands to her neck and leaned his head in, a bit.
"What else do you call her?" she asked before he could kiss her.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Do you call her by her name?"
"I do not."
Regina turned back towards the vanity and looked in the mirror, unclasping her bracelet from her wrist. Robin took another step further and touched his chest to her back, fingers lightly grazing the curve of her hips.
"You call me 'my Queen' a lot. Is that oh so cordial treatment dispensed to her as well?"
"Again," he said, dipping his face until his nose was touching the skin of her shoulder, one of his hands casually undoing a few of her buttons and sneaking a hand inside her dress. "She's not my queen."
Their eyes met in the mirror and oh. He means business.
"My queen has a lot of power, you see."
"I do, they're all counting on that power."
"Oh, no, love, I don't just mean magic." Another button gone, and another, and then another, and his hand advanced inside her dress, open palm caressing her warm back and sneaking around to her belly, pulling her against him. "It's a whole different kind of power, one that can render me speechless, bound my attention and limit my thinking."
The hand that was not inside her dress lifted to her neck, raising and angling her face to make room for his lips on her neck.
"That's something only my Queen can do."
Regina fought inside herself not to give in to his seduction. Too often he distracted her with wandering hands and sweet things whispered in her ear.
So, instead of closing her eyes and allowing him to strip her of her dress as he had promised he would do, she bent over forwards, his hand sliding from under her breasts to her back, to take her earrings out.
Unphased, he placed his hand on the small of her back, the other dropping from her completely.
He waited patiently until she straightened back up and turned around to face him again, that delicious expression on his face.
"My queen, I've noticed," he said when her hand lifted to the collar of his shirt. "Has the most fantastic arse in all the realms."
To that, she let out a laugh, making him smirk at her and run his hands on said area of her anatomy.
"And don't you forget it."
She pushed him hard on his chest, making him stumble away from her and fall on a chair she had materialized behind him.
Surely believing she would climb on top of him, he slid down on the seat slightly, preparing himself for her.
Regina, however, offered him a smirk of her own and slowly started to peel her arms from her dress, his eyes following her every move.
"You had me worried there for a moment", she said, taking her right arm off her sleeve. "I was starting to wonder if it was the crown you liked."
Robin chuckled, his eyes trained on every patch of skin revealed by blue velvet.
"Hardly."
"Well, that's good to know."
Right before she lowered the fabric from her chest, she turned around and made him stare at her naked back.
"Is Your Majesty trying to kill me?"
"Me?" Regina turned her head to look at him and he flashed her those eyes full of promise.
"You know better than to tease me, love", he said and those familiar goosebumps ran down her body, from the top of her neck, awakening her skin, making her shiver. She turned her head back around and slowly shimmied out of the dress, taking her underwear off along with it, letting it all pool at her feet.
"Leave them on", he breathed behind her when she made to step off her shoes.
Lifting one leg and then the other, all so slowly, Regina stepped away from the dress on the floor and made towards the bathroom.
Two steps before she reached the door, she heard him getting up. When her hand landed on the heavy wood to push it open, his own caught it, brought it to his lips first and then back down, caressing her sides with both his hand and hers. His left arm pushed her to the wall beside the door, pressing his body on her naked form, pinning her between him and the stone wall, fingers digging on hips, raising to breasts, open palm caressing the expanse of her stomach, changing paths when she thought he would dive into her, making her buck against him, a small moan escaping.
The hand holding hers let go and pulled her face to his, taking a fierce kiss from her, letting her go a few seconds later and attaching his mouth to the skin of her neck, lips, teeth and tongue planting purple marks on creamy skin.
Robin liked to talk during sex. Sometimes a lot, sometimes less, sweet, occasionally rancy words, always loving, always adoring, always swearing he was hers.
When he was silent, though, Regina usually would wake up hoarse on the next day from loud moans and sharp breaths and unavoidable screaming. When he was silent, it meant he was too focused on the task before him to come up with spoken sensual lullabies.
He did not say a word tonight.
And Regina expressed all her irritation for that little queen in movements against him, pushing back, moving along, giving back and taking from him, Evil Queen till the last strand of her hair, right then.
Only when she was boneless against him, satisfied, mouth and throat dry, fingertips tingling, he talked again.
Turning her around, he bent his knees to catch her lips in another hard kiss, supporting her up.
"If I had known you being jealous would have this sort of consequence," he breathed, "I'd have kissed her hand or something, as soon as we arrived."
She would scold and deny jealousy if she wasn't still coming down from a spectacular high, her head still spinning a bit.
Plus, he resumed his movements and she raised her leg a bit, to better attach herself to him.
That night, not once did Guinevere enter her mind.
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Four words for you: "Outlaw queen and Maleficent". Yes or no? You decide.