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Regina calmly watched as Marian strode out the door. Don't let it hit you on the way out, she mentally laughed to herself, a smirk breaking out on her face.

Robin's furious eyes flashed towards her, seeing her evil smile. "Do you think this is funny?" His voice rose from across the room.

Regina looked at him, her eyebrows raised. "Well it's not my fault she's acting like a child!" She laughs, shaking her head. "Apparently you're not allowed to move on after five years! No, you must be in pure despair for the rest of your life!" Her voice mocked his "wife", annoyed to have that woman in her own home for more than was deemed necessary.

Robin was speechless. What on earth was going on with her? She's gone completely mad! But he finds his words in his anger, "Regina! Give her the benefit of the doubt! She thinks it's only been a few days!" Reasoning with the Queen is like reasoning with himself, he mentally notes.

She laughs, yet again. This morning seems to be one of those mornings, laughing at everything and nothing all at the same time. "Oh, come ON!" She yells. "Ha, you know what? Fine. Go to her," her hand flicks towards the door dramatically. Then she leans towards him, smiling devilishly. "See if I care."

She begins to walk away and the next few seconds go by in a whoosh.

He glides towards her in two big strides, grabbing her waist and spinning her around to look at him. The force of his body against hers slams them against the nearest wall, knocking some of the pictures off which end up crashing and breaking on the floor. Her breath hitches in her throat at the broken art and he grunts when their bodies collide.

"Did you need something?" She hisses at him, completely aware of their proximity. Or lack thereof…

His eyes bore into hers, the anger evident in his hands gripping her arms. "I can't stand you right now," he says his face not two inches from hers, still holding her hard against the wall.

She chuckles. "Is that so?" She can feel his muscles tense against her body and she decides to move her hips against his just enough to taunt him. "Seems like you can't get enough of me," and then she pulls back just enough to look at him in the eyes, "thief."

He growls at her. "Stop playing games, Majesty." He watches as her eyes seemingly change color, or maybe it was just his imagination, but the way she said "thief" made him feel horrid on the inside.

They stare into each other's eyes for a moment, then he let go of her, backing away as quickly as possible, looking at something else besides her. "I should go and find Marian," he says breaking the moment, trying to get his mind off of what just happened and how the scent of apples filled the air.

Regina watches him, eyes calculating and wary. She doesn't say anything when he nods at his own words and starts walking towards the door.

"Uh, wait a second!" Her voice sounds from behind him, making him turn around when his hand had touched the doorknob.

She looks at him and smiles sweetly, "You might need some whiskey after this."

"Excuse me?"

When she lifts her hand, his eyes widen. She winks and flicks her wrist, sending him flying through the door, slamming it shut after him with her magic, ignoring the loud thud on her front lawn accompanied by a cry of pain.

Serves him right for bringing her over while I'm still in my underwear. She sighs, a little annoyed with using her magic so early in the morning. "Now," she spins around, thinking back before the intrusion. Her eyes scan the house, trying to recall something… "Oh!" She sets her sights for the kitchen.

Coffee.

There's a drumming noise inside my head
That throws me to the ground
I swear that you should hear it
It makes such an all mighty sound

Louder than sirens
Louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven
And hotter than hell

-Florence + The Machine