A/N: this is the third time I have tyed this entire chapter and it is starting to piss me off big time. Grrrrrh. Anyways. Chapter 2! Sorry for typos and or spelling errors. Im updating via cellphone. Enjoy! Italics are memories...

Click, click... Click. Click, click... Click.

The familiar sound of her heels tapping the marble flooring as she walked up the steps to the vault exit was needed. Familiarity was needed. She needed it desperately in her current state of mind. Regina needed to feel it in order to feel normal and in order to feel like she could live with Robin, for now anyways. She had spent the entire week looking through magic books, herbs, staring at walls, sitting catatonically. What had he done to her? Love. Love was what he'd done. Regina Mills loved Robin Hood and there was nothing she could do to change that. Except... well, the things she has in her bag could change a lot of things.

At the moment, she was confident. Well, she put on a mask of confidence in order to walk through Storybrooke to get to her home on Mifflin street. Except, that wasn't her home. She was a firm believer that home was where her heart resided, and her heart did not reside on Mifflin street. It resided with the thief to whom it was given, his charming son and her own.. Her eyes widened.

Henry.

In the act of being selfish, and hiding out when she felt her heart beginning to break, shatter and tear, she had left her son behind. Left him with the bitch and her two idiots. She felt a tear creep down her cheek and she quickly wiped it. She was going to apologize to him the first chance she got. Henry must have been misrable. He would hate her once again.. She shook her head, she needed to push that thought out of her head, everything will be better for everyone as soon as she focuses on the task at hand.

Moments had past and the former queen found herself staring at her front door, the confidence she had had, drained from her face quickly. She knew what would be in there, his belongings. She knew his scent would be there, his boots, an extra set of clothing, and a picture, of her, him and roland on her cellphone, which she had left at the mayorial mansion to avoid any phone calls.

As she pulled out her keys, she silently prayed he had come and gotten his things. It was as if everything had gone in slow motion. She slid the key into the lock, turned it and her hand rested on the handle.

"Regina..."

Now that was a type of familiar she didn't need at that moment.

He had a hand on her hip, it it was glorious the way he caressed her. She bit her lip as she tried to focus on showing him how to stir the glazed apples for her turnovers. His breath was hittting her neck and his hand felt as it it were inching closer and closer to the strings on her pj pants. She wore her typical siler shiny pants, but with a camisole instead of the boring match shirt. Robin made Regina begin to do things that she normally wouldnt, he made her more care free. But at that moment he was turning her on slowly tugging at the strings of her pants until she moaned quietly. Then he stopped. She turned off the stove and went to turn around, then...

Poof.

He flicked a cloud of flour into her face. She looked at him, her face now bleach white and raised an eyebrow. "Oh no... You are in trouble." She said behind a playful growl. She grabbed some flour and chased him around the kitchen. It was when he left the kitchen that she magicked herself in front of him and grinned, blowing the flour into his face, then disapearing.

A/N: Short.. I know.. But I am tired and this phone is pissing me off. It took me re writting his three times to give up. Lol. The other half of this chapter will be included in the next. So um... anyone who can guess what Regina will be trying to do will get a one shot of their choice. *grins*