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My take on what happened after the kiss in the vault scene. All I can say is... Robin brought a backpack, ergo this happened, all mistakes are Biffys!

She was confused. Everything that the Robin was sending her in his body language went against everything that he was saying. She couldn't read him. If she were to go off of the words falling from his lips she would say that he was trying to tell her why he couldn't be with her. But if she were to go off of what his body was saying she would say he believed anything but.

"Then why are you here?" She asked, tired of being confused by his conflicting signals.

"Because today is not one of those days."

And that was it. The thief, with all of his honor, had finally broken. She had won. She thought she felt her heart rip from her chest and leap into her throat, as he came towards her.

He kissed her, giving her everything that she had wanted since the day that his wife had come back and they had parted. Him.

The moment that she could even think straight enough to respond she felt him pick her up, never parting his lips from hers, as if to say that he would never leave her side again.

They stood, in the middle of her vault, sharing the most passionate of kisses that she had ever experienced.

There was no equal to this kiss. None before it could compare. Nothing from Daniel, the King nor Graham had ever held such a passion. Such raw energy.

It was contagious, and Regina felt herself being swept up in it. And she didn't care. All she wanted was more.

She kissed him with everything she had, pulling him closer to her and she felt him respond. He flipped them round and pushed her back until her back hit the wall behind them.

She hissed when the cold brick met her bare skin, but he made her forget the pain as he trailed his lips down her neck and back, recapturing her lips and stealing her breath. His hands were everywhere, gripping at her neck, her back, at her hips. It was as if he was trying to hold on to everything that was her all at once and she loved it.

She rotated her hips to find a more comfortable stance, and she heard him release a low growl that sent a warm liquid through her. Everything about him was setting her on fire and the clothing between them suddenly became to much. She pulled at his jacket as his hands found the zipper on the back of her dress.

He unzipped it and her skin tingled everywhere his lips touched. He made a trail of kisses and bites down her shoulders, and her hair stood on end, her heart racing. In an act to steady himself, his leg came to rest between hers and she gasped as it rubbed against where she wanted him most.

He opened his eyes as she did, staring into them. He could see nothing but pure lust and emotion in her brown orbs. For a moment all he wanted to do was stare at her, drink her in, memorizing every curve and line that made up her beautiful face. But she moved again, grinding herself against him and all thought was lost.

He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.

He went in again, meeting her in a kiss that took both of their breaths. He tilted his head to get better access to her warm mouth as she finally removed his jacket, pulling at the buttons on his shirt. When he felt her give up on undoing them, and begin to resort to tearing, he grabbed her, removing her hands and thrusting them up above her and against the wall behind her. She gasped at the movement and he used it. Breaking their kiss, he once again, kissed down her neck as she tilted backwards to give him more room. He kissed from her collar bone down to her naval, stopping where her dress had pooled at her hips. She shuddered as his hands brushed against her exposed flesh of her arms. He held them up above her in one hand and he took one of her nipples into his mouth, using his other hand to pinch the other.

She writhed underneath him.

Gasps where escaping from her lips almost as much as air was coming in. She had never been one to be overtly verbal, but something about this night had made her so, she couldn't keep quite. He sucked on the sensitive bud, making her gasp, wishing that she could run her fingers through his hair to tell him how much she wanted him there. But he wouldn't relent.

He switched sides, showing the other breast the same amount of care, swirling his tongue around her. Every time, a brush of his stubble ran over her breasts, she felt a moan catch in her throat and her heartbeat skyrocket.

She was losing any and all ability to remain standing. She ground her hips against him, yet again, whispering, "Robin I-I can't st-"

Without another word he seemed to understand completely what she meant. He dropped her arms, letting them fall down to her sides as her dress finally made it's way to the floor. He then scooped her up, picking her up at her waist and she wrapped her legs around him as he began to walk. He made his way over to the fireplace, never breaking the kiss between them.

Due to the countless freezing nights that she had been spending locked away in her vault trying to find a cure for Marion, she had magically added a fireplace to the vault. Realizing what he was planning on doing, Regina sent out her hand, casting a spell, making a bed of furs appear to cover the cold floors just as he laid her down.

It wasn't her first choice of a place to make love to her former lover for the first time since their part, but ever since meeting Robin she had come to learn and appreciate spontaneity, therefore it would do.

He followed her down, kicking off his boots as she removed his shirt and undid his pants until nothing but a thin layer of underwear lay between them.

This time Robin did pause, pulling back to look into Regina's eyes. They were sparkling and alive, unlike the hollow pools that they had been for the past few weeks. She seemed to be contemplating all of the same thoughts that were running through his head.

What were they doing? He was married? What about Marion? Should they stop?

But then the words of one of his old Merry Men, Will Scarlet, came back to him.

"If you find someone you love enough to ruin your entire life for, it's always worth it."

That was why he had left the diner, picking up the bag that he had packed weeks ago, and made his way to her. He loved her, and his heart knew it. Now, looking down at her, he could see the same fears that were in him swirling in her. The fear of being hurt, of opening up and being judged, of just not being good enough. They were all there, but he didn't care because beneath it all he could see something else. He could see love.

That was enough. She was enough. She was worth it. Worth everything.

"Robin?"

Without another thought he bent down, covering her with him, kissing her hard to silence her fears.

"I choose you." He said, as he cupped her face, holding her close, "I choose you, Regina. And I am never going to leave you again. I was stupid before to think that I could just forget that, but I love you Regina, and I want to show you how much."

She stared back at him, her thief. The man that had made her strive to become a better person, a better lover, a better mother. It had never been their intentions to hurt anyone. They had both been single at the time that they had started feeling things for one another. And they had been in the right all the way through their relationship, until recently. But neither of them could have predicted the return of his dead wife. And they had tried. They had both tried to keep their honor and do the right thing. And they had succeeded. But at what cost?

She could feel her heart turning back to it's old cold ways. She could see him waning in his affection for his men and his son. They were losing hope, they were losing love. And wasn't that the most important thing? Love? Wasn't that what was said to be life's most precious commodity. The thing that men would scale walls, and fight dragons and swim the seas, searching to the ends of the earth for? Love. And they had found it. Together.

He looked at him, knowing full well the repercussions of their decision and she chose.

"What are you waiting for?"

She chose love, she chose him.

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