Ciao Cupcakes! For those who asked for a follow up to Taste This, ecscully, elianaS, and Guest13 ... I give you, part 2! If you haven't read it GO BACK and read that part first so this one will make sense! (It's chapter 4!)

PS it is my headcannon that Regina has foul mouth when she's hungry. Alternate title: We're all a Fucking Bowl of Soup

She had been waiting for far to fucking long. If she thought she was starving before, she was wrong!

There was no way that it took this long for someone to get from the kitchens to her chambers. Especially if that someone was as in shape as the outlaw. She couldn't lie to herself, she had definitely noticed the strong muscles that the man boasted under his coats. The thief might not be very subtle when he chose to stare at her, but for all of the times that he was looking away, she was staring at him. And she knew that it didn't take 15 minutes to get to her room. Damn him.

The Queen needed her food and she needed it now!

She was just about to magic herself back down to the kitchens to grab her own bowl of soup, when a knock came at her door.

"It's about time!" she huffed, throwing the doors open to see the outlaw, flushed face and hand still up to knock again. She stopped herself at the last second from shooting her hand out to grab the bowl, remembering that he didn't know that she had been waiting for him this entire time.

"Uh, Regi- Your Majesty," he stuttered. If she hadn't have been so hungry she might have noticed how flustered he truly was, but her stomach had been doing belly flops, seeming like it was trying to implode and swallow itself whole out of hunger.

"Yes, yes what is it?" She really needed him to hurry up and hand her the soup.

"Uh," He started, when she didn't cast him out immediately he seemed to regain his confidence. He straightened up, his perpetual smirk growing on his face as he continued "I had noticed your absence at the dining table for the past two days and I had wondered if you had taken up fasting, or... if you were avoiding me?"

The outlaw's eyes glistened as Regina's snapped up. The Queen was taken aback. How dare he?! How dare he think that she wasn't down stairs, eating like she'd like to be because of him? How dare he know her so well!

And how dare he hold her soup hostage behind his back! Regina realized that he wasn't going to present it to her until she answered him, so she spoke.

"It is no concern of your's what I do with my time thief, but I can assure you I am not fasting."

"Well good," He spoke, leaning forward into her space, "Because I think you look perfect just like this."

He was nearly touching her, the closest he had ever been, as he whispered those last words. She felt a tingle run down her spine. She would have tried to decipher the meaning of the outlaws words, and the effect they had on her, had her stomach not released it's loudest growl yet at that very moment.

The outlaw stepped back at the sound, his eyes bulging down at her and Regina was mortified. Damn him for making her so hungry.

"My God, if you're not fasting then you sure as hell aren't feeding yourself enough! When was the last time you ate, Your Majesty?"

Regina had never wished for the power to poof away all of her problems as much as she did that minute. She couldn't bring herself to look back at him, choosing to stare at the ground instead.

"Regina?"

"It's been a while!" She snapped at his use of her first name. If he was going to treat her like a petulant child, coaxing answers out of her by holding her food hostage as her hunger increased, then he had no idea what he was in for. Two could play this game.

But instead of him holding out and questioning her if it had been since that night, two evenings before when she had stalked away, he brought the hand that had been behind his back forward and Regina nearly gasped.

There wasn't just the small bowl of soup that she had seen him grab. There in his hands, was a whole plate. A few rolls of bread, chopped vegetables, meat, and the small bowl of soup. Tucked in the corner, where the silver wear sat, was a small gathering of flowers. They looked familiar, like the ones that grew outside on her grounds.

"Did you take those from my gardens, thief?" She asked before he could help herself.

The outlaw looked saddened for a moment, but that did not stop him from continuing.

"Of course not," he spoke, "Why I snatched these from some maids vase on my way here!"

Regina eye'd the man at her door step presenting her with the very things she had been craving for two days now. He wasn't what she would have called beautiful. He didn't have the soft baby face of a Charming, that so many women found attractive. No, he was tarnished. His skin weathered by the woods, and his hands calloused from living in the wild. But there was something in his eyes. Something that made it hard for her to look away from them. Something that spoke to her, calling to her very soul.

Or maybe that was the hunger speaking.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "Are you going to give it to me or not?"

The outlaw was momentarily stunned at the Queen's words.

"Ah," he said, registering that she was referring to the food that he had brought. He held out his hands, extending the plate towards her to take. And take she did, or snatch more accurately.

If she hadn't have been on such a thin line with her good mood, he would have laughed as he watched her eyes grow three sizes, staring down at the continence. The Queen had never looked more childlike and Robin had never seen her as being more beautiful.

When she decided on which item to eat first, going for the sweet bread rolls, he nearly lost his standing as she moaned taking her first bite after dunking it in the broth.

He watched her with hooded eyes as she practically inhaled the rest of the roll, before looking up. When she did however she must have realized how she looked as she immediately stopped ravaging her food, dropping the second roll back down.

"What are you staring at?" She spoke, the venom in her words but not in her tone.

"Nothing."

She scoffed, "Don't lie to me thief. Don't think I haven't seen you staring at me in the halls, at council meetings and such. I know you've been watching me."

"Well, Your Majesty, I did not know that you had counted my looks as much as I have counted yours."

A smile broke out on his face as her cheeks flushed red.

"Because just as much as I have been watching you, you have been watching me." He said, yet again stepping closer, making her step back over the threshold as he invaded her space. "Like tonight when you were spying on me in the kitchens."

At that Regina did gasp.

How did he know?!

All possible explanations zoomed through her mind, maybe all that time hunting in the forest had given him an adept sense of smell. maybe she wasn't as quite as she had thought, maybe she hadn't left as quickly as she should have.

"It's none of those things Your Majesty." He said as if he could read her mind. Wait, could he?

"I could just feel your eyes on me." He said, leaning forward one more time. Regina would have sworn that he was going to kiss her right then and there with the look in his eyes. But at the last moment before their lips were going to brush, he reached his hand out, dabbing at the corner of her lips.

He pulled his hand back, keeping his body unnervingly close to hers, lifting his hand up to his lips.

"You had something there." he said.

And he put his finger into his mouth. "Definitely sweeter."

The Queen felt her stomach flip as the saw the outlaw wink subtly before he began to walk away. And this time it was definitely not due to hunger.

Damn him.

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