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"What are you doing here?" She asks quietly, not turning around. His breathing covers her ears and she's silenced from the world without magic; in this moment, the only magic she needs is the pure fire between them. The wind howls and the trees blow, his arms tighten around her, and she can feel him pause, thinking. Why isn't he with Marian? She sighs. Feeling her heart break almost made her pull away from him, but she couldn't.

"I had to see you, Regina," his husky voice finally speaks up. Oh how perfect he is. His lips gently kiss her shoulder and she shudders. He knows the effect he has on her, the effect only Soulmates can have. He fits her like a puzzle piece, matching every curve of her body with his, filling her with the feeling of his strong heartbeat against her back.

"But what about—"

"Shh," he interrupts, kissing her neck. This wasn't right, a voice in her head says, the better part of herself.

She laces her fingers with his on her stomach, feeling the rough calluses that come with life in the forest. Such strong hands capable of taking away lives, so gentle with touching her body. Her eyes close as his lips continue igniting feelings within her that she feels even stronger now since having her heart back. "Robin," she whispers, sucking in a breath.

He smiles against her neck, "Regina," he says, mimicking her plead, and she can't help but smirk. Before she kissed him when he lost her heart, they were always fighting and bantering, and now, even after it all, there's still a hint of fight. She loves it. She loves him.

His hands begin to travel down her stomach, still with hers on top of them. The cool air of the night creates gooseflesh on her skin and she shivers. His tongue darts out of his mouth, caressing her skin, sending fire down her arm. Her neck tilts, moving into his kiss, reveling in it.

"Oh," she exhales. For a moment, the thought of how this would be cheating crosses her mind, but she ignores it. He was hers, is hers. He was hers so many years ago when she saw him in that bar. He was hers before she became evil. He was always meant to be hers. And she was meant to be his.

Her heart starts racing when his grabs her hips and spins her around in his embrace. "Look at me," he commands, the picture of master. She smiles at him, the irony of the moment not lost. Their eyes meet and she sees him for everything he is. Warrior, thief, parent, lover, broken, convicted, healed. He bares his soul to her, touching her face, tracing her smile. They are mirrors of each other.

Tonight, if only for tonight, the souls of two people lost in a world conquered by pride, find their way to each other through the realms of fate.

"Don't look away from me," he says to her. "Don't let me go." It dawns on her that he's speaking everything she's thinking.

"Never," she whispers into his kiss.

And I heard your voice
As clear as day
And you told me I should concentrate
It was all so strange
And so surreal
That a ghost should be so practical
Only if for a night

And the only solution was to stand and fight
And my body was bruised and I was set alight
But you came over me like some holy rite
And although I was burning, you're the only light
Only if for a night

-Florence + The Machine