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Chapter 4

He had tried numerous times to talk to Marian but every single time he had gathered up the courage, someone or something had interrupted them, and after a week of futile attempts he was convinced that the powers above didn't want him to talk to his wife, and maybe he should see it as a sign.

But then he saw Regina flirting with this man at Granny's and he saw red. There was tension, there were sparks, and jealousy flared up in him, eating him alive. So he followed her, into the forest, glad that she chose to get the confrontation done with in the open. Because he didn't have any illusions. She knew he was following her and apparently this time she didn't want to avoid him, but take him on headfirst.

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He was fuming when they reached their clearing. The clearing they had met a week ago. His fury was irrational. And unjustified. But … she did have sex with him. He knew it. And was hurt. And angry. She would probably rip his head off or smack him against a tree with her magic or set his clothes on fire but he didn't care.

"You let him fuck you?" His voice was hoarse with rage and he could see the flames of fury lit up in her eyes as she swirled around to him but his ire was maddening and he didn't back away even one inch.

"You're gonna tell me you don't fuck your wife?" She seethed and the reproach slashed into him because he had no right to be angry, no right to be jealous. Absolutely no right.

"Gods, I can't even get it up anymore because all I can think about is you." He hissed and her eyes wandered down his body, making him aware of the hard-on pressing against the zipper of his pants. He hadn't even noticed. But of course he was hard. Fighting with her had always made him aroused beyond any measure.

"You don't seem to have any problems right now." Her voice was icy, her eyes shooting daggers at him. "So, go back to your wife and perform your husbandly duties."

Maybe it was the nonchalant wink of her hand, maybe it was the tone of her voice or maybe it was the sparks of magic sizzling over her hands but he snapped.

"You infuriating madwoman!" He had no right to claim her as his. He knew that. But Gods, he couldn't bear alone the thought that someone else than he touched her and the part of his brain that was still working was arguing with him, telling him that she could sleep with whoever she wanted but his possessive side, the illogical voice won the silent battle raging inside of him and he rasped. "You are mine."

He closed the gap with two huge steps, pulling her into his embrace and closing his mouth over hers before she could respond anything, his body jerked as he sent a stream of magic through him but he didn't let go, forcing her mouth open with his tongue and plunging in.

He was burning. Burning for her. His whole body aching with desire and want. Needing her with a desperation that made his whole body tremble. And finally she reciprocated, her hands clawed at his jacket, her hips rocked into his.

Passion. Desire. Fire.

Hot lust sizzled through his body and he just wanted more. More. More. More.

But suddenly she pushed him back, their breaths whooshing out of them in harsh pants. She didn't move. Still stood close to him, her hands splayed out over his chest.

"Robin, we can't ..." Her voice was raspy, only a whisper, but he was far beyond listening to any reason, his fingers reaching for the buttons of her shirt while his mouth crashed back on hers, a groan rumbling out of his chest as his hand closed over her breast, her nipple burning a hole into his palm.

"I need you, Regina. I need you. Right now."

The voice of reason was going up in flames, burned to ashes in the onslaught of the lust and passion that ricocheted through their bodies. Her pants were down a second later, his fingers busy with the zipper of his pants, shoving them down and then he swirled her around, her hands coming up against the tree to hold on as he stepped behind her and shoved her panties aside, his guttural growl echoing over the clearing as he plunged into her with one swift move.

She was hot and wet and so tight, and he couldn't hold back any longer, slamming into her with brutal force, knowing she could take it, that she wanted it exactly like that. Sweat was breaking out on his forehead, his fingers digging into her skin as he took her harder and harder and harder. He could feel them both trembling, with need and lust, hardly able to stand upright.

Wrapping his arm around her, he pulled her back and stumbled the few steps backward until his leg hit against a fallen log and he sat down on it, ignoring the bark biting into his ass as he settled her onto his lap.

Her arm came around his neck and he pushed her bra down, his mouth sucking one of her nipples in while his hand moved to the apex of her thighs and finding her sensitive bud, he rubbed at it furiously while rocking his hips upwards, telling her silently to ride him. And ride him she did.

Her arm slipped from around his neck and she shifted atop of him, falling forward, bracing her hands against her thighs as she let his cock slid in and out of her tight sheath. His fingers still rubbed her clit, his other hand circling one breast, his fingers twirling her nipple roughly, and he knew it must hurt her but her moans and cries were telling him that she enjoyed it immensely and he reached for her waist, pushing her up and pulling her down again, meeting her thrust for thrust, pounding into her until they both shot over the edge, her walls gripping him tightly as she climaxed, his hoarse voice shouting into the forest as he spurted his release into her.

"Gods, Regina. I love you."

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Awkward silence enveloped them when they finally came down from their highs and she stood up from his lap, his cock sliding out of her with a loud pop. But she didn't look back as she walked to the tree and bent down to retrieve her pants from the ground.

Her fingers were shaking as she closed the zipper and he was still sitting on the tree, his ass burning from the bark that had scraped his skin, his pants pooled around his legs and it took him some effort to push himself off the tree and pull up his pants again, all the while searching for the right words to say to her.

"I didn't sleep with him. I couldn't." Her voice broke the silence and his head snapped around to her. "I am not going to be the other woman, Robin. This ..." Her voice collapsed and she drew in a deep breath before she continued. "This was a mistake. We shouldn't have done it. Better we just forget about it and act as if it never happened."

She was gone before he could say anything and he wanted to follow her but knew he couldn't. Not yet. But he would not forget it. He didn't want to forget it. Though she was right. It had been a mistake but only because he should have talked to Marian a long time ago. It shouldn't have come to this. He should have listened to his heart before this turned into the mess he was currently in. He hadn't been faithful to his wife since Emma and Hook had brought her back from the past. In his mind, at first, but now he had actually slept with Regina and the worst was, he couldn't find it in him to regret it. The only regret he had was that he hadn't told Marian sooner.

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He brought Roland to the Merry Men, telling them he needed to take care of something without getting interrupted, and he knew Roland loved to spend time with them. He stopped for a few moments at the tree line, watching his son play with the men and his son's laughter echoed over the clearing, making his heart heavy in his chest.

He didn't know how this evening would end but he had an idea that Marian would insist on keeping Roland, especially since he would leave her for the Evil Queen. A shudder ran down his spine as he imagined her reaction to his revelation and he closed his eyes for a second, gulping hard before he straightened and turned around. It was time to make things right.

-/-

He closed the door quietly behind him and slipped out of his shoes, wandering over to the couch Marian was sitting on. She was staring at him with furrowed brows, probably knowing from his whole demeanor something was wrong. He suspected she had known for a while, but hadn't said anything. At least not openly. But her remarks about Regina and the glances she had thrown in her direction had made it clear that she had suspected something all along.

He sat down beside her and took in a deep breath before tilting his head to look into her eyes. "Marian, we need to talk."