Oh my goodness! First off, I have to say, I despise reading author notes that start out with a big apology for updating late... but alas I find that I must do that! So sorry lovelies - I went to see our Queen - Lana Parrilla's - favorite band last night - Imagine Dragons & did not have enough time to post this! So, with the help of my lovely friend & beta Inquisitive Dreamer, we have made this chapter extra action-y, extra special-y and extra s'mores-y. Oh goodness, I can just see her face scrunching at my improper usage pf 'y's' there(;
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Third, you all know it normally takes a while for me to post a follow up or second chapter to my one shots.. however due to popular demand & the love all of you have shown for the last chap I have decided to post the next installment early! This one is for FangurlofOUAT,LucyTheMarauder, Voguevamp , TheKween, Guest, RegalArrow, Lucinda2323, Guest, luonve, oncers4ever, SweetieR, Thornspike, snowdrifts, GQ2000 & RoseRed! AH!
So here you go friends, welcome to Mr. and Mrs. Locksley part 2! Be forewarned, there be S'mores here!
A few of the Prompts: Woooow, you need to make a second part, the hot sex and trying to kill each other lol. Loving every OS that you write. Hoping for more. (snowdrifts)
Please,please continue this and give it a happy ending my heart hurts, honestly it hurts please continue this pls (GQ2000)
"Touch me."
She didn't have to say it twice.
His hands were all over her. Deep moans escaping from both of their lips. She could still feel his warmth, the sweat that glistened on his skin, as his hands ran over her. Smooth, yet toned, and very hard. His mouth on her throat, his fingers running down her back, gripping her, gliding easily through her hair.
Passion.
That was the only word that could describe it.
Unadulterated passion.
Every time she found her brain cognizant enough, to wish for him to alight to another part of her body, he moved there. It was as if their bodies were one, moving together in perfect harmony. Palming her, kneading her, sucking on her pressure points; creating mini fireworks exploding in her body, until they bruised.
She arched and moaned. His hands running over her like she was satin, until her body hummed and she shot off into oblivion.
All that could be heard was a symphony of grunts and moans of pleasure as the cool nights breeze dusted over their naked bodies, tangled together in the sheets.
xxx
The moon had set long ago, making way for the sun to cast its glow on the tangerine sky.
The translucent curtains flitted lightly in the breeze, as if they were dancing with the wind.
The only sounds to be heard were those of the fountains pattering on the cracked streets, and the muffled voices of lovers, taking advantage of the Bogota sunrise from the streets below.
Everything was tranquil. As if the earth was at total peace under the early morning sky.
He rolled over, pulling her with him.
She could feel his warm arms around her waist, slowly caressing her. His lips on her back, his legs tangled with hers. Bodies, moulding and meshing together seamlessly. His taste on her lips. She knew she loved him.
Regina shook her head, as the memories began to take over and invade her mind.
That had been a time, a long time ago, when all had been right; and everything in her life had not been a lie, or had it?
All she could see now was red.
Red.
Red like a rose.
Red like rubies.
Red like blood.
Like the blood that she was going to spill from him.
There was nothing. Nothing else around her. Nothing that mattered. She was going to find him and she was going to kill him.
Regina made her way out of the director's office, ignoring the shouts from both her director and fellow agent.
Up until this morning she had been happily married. He had been her white collared husband. Off on another work related assignment. Out making money, to support them and their life together. Calling home to tell her that he loved her. Perfect, in every way.
They had had 5, or 6 years of happy, peaceful domesticity, and then; in a second, all of that had changed.
She was going to finish this.
Kicking open the doors, she made her way out onto the street. Gun cocked ammo in hand.
If he thought for one second that he was going to get to her first, he was sorely mistaken.
This would be the day that the infamous Robin Hood killer, and her 'so-called husband', died.
And she was going to kill him.
xxx
The house was quiet. The front door ajar.
He was already there.
He was waiting for her.
A good agent would avoid entering through the front, taking the security and surprise of the back, however she wasn't just any agent. She was the best. She feared no man. She took the front.
Walking over the threshold, rifle held high, she yelled, showing no fear and making her position well known.
"Honey, I'm home!"
Nothing.
The house was deadly silent. There wasn't even a breeze.
Regina made a round, surveying the landing. Empty.
At last, when she was sure that there was nowhere she hadn't checked, that he could possibly be, she let out another yell, "Honey?"
Suddenly there was a voice from behind her, "Regina you're home! I was just coming to... what the hell are you wearing?"
Regina jumped, whipping herself around fast. There in the doorway of their home stood her husband, work-suit on, suitcase in hand. He had a look of utter befuddlement on his face.
Regina looked down for a moment, following his eyes which bulged, as he scanned her. She was still wearing her all black leather tactical body suit and holding her gun.
She was confused. Did he not know?
Word had it he was the best. She had seen the orders written for him to kill her. Why was he acting like he didn't realize who she was? Were they wrong? Was it not him?
She looked up, taking in his eyes. And then she realized her mistake.
He had dropped his luggage revealing a small grenade in his hand and a smirk on his face.
He pulled the pin. "Got ya."
Damn him!
Regina jumped as he threw the grenade into the living room where she was, barrelling out of the way himself.
It went off! Furniture exploding and glass shattering, she barely had enough time to dive behind the wall of her staircase, to protect herself from the blast, debris flying creating a thick cloud in the air.
There was the tell-tale 'click' of ammo being loaded into a large gun and his heavy footsteps entering the house.
"I thought we should get the hello's out of the way, and start this off with a bang!" his accented voice floated through the cloud.
Robin scanned the shattered living room for any signs of movement. He knew she wasn't dead; apparently his wife was the best female assassin out there, which he just found out only a few hours ago.
He had been out, working his cover job, when he had felt a buzz in his left breast pocket.
He knew what that meant. He used that pocket only for one purpose.
Concealing himself within the safety of his office he pulled out the small phone.
Orders. He smiled, it had been a while.
His eyes scanned the page until they reached the bottom with the name of the desired victim.
He blinked. Opening and closing his eyes again and again, trying to get his vision straight. He could not be reading that right. This had to be a joke. He quickly checked his calendar. It wasn't April 1st.
He looked back down at the illuminated screen. The name hadn't changed.
Underneath the signature and letter of consent it stated: Wanted dead: Regina Mills.
xxx
Regina crouched down, taking safety behind the brass banister of the staircase.
The house had gone silent. She pressed herself up against the wall and listened, using her skills to still her breathing.
He was close, she could feel it.
There was no sound until suddenly she heard a small creak from the third floorboard of the hallway. Got ya! She smiled and spun, cocking her gun and blasting a hole straight through the drywall of the stairs, that connected to the hallway. She seen his legs diving through the air as he had dodged the blast and she laughed.
After the dust had cleared she yelled through the new hole in the wall, "Still alive baby?"
There was a grunt, and she heard him shuffle.
For a moment she wondered, if he was actually down and out that easy. But then she could see a glint from around the corner and her reflection and she leaped to the side just as he pulled the trigger on his UMP-45.
Wood shattered and bullets flew everywhere, barely missing her.
"I told you we needed to get that damn floor replaced!" He yelled.
That ticked her off. Rolling her eyes, she whipped around, firing six more shots along the stairwell. How dare he insult her floors!? She had suggested they fix them last week but he had postponed it!
Robin lunged into the kitchen, avoiding the fatal shower of bullets.
Finding solace behind the steel island in the middle, he reloaded. "A little bit touchy are we love?"
He didn't hear her growl but he knew that would get to her. He smiled. She hated being called love. She told him nearly every day, but he still insisted on continuing to do so.
She had been his 'love' ever since they had met, and she had danced so sensually that he didn't dare dream of ever leaving her. But right now she wasn't the spontaneous and wild woman he had met in Bogota. Nor was she the regal and composed woman he had married. He had always wondered when that switch had come about. She had been so free in the foreign town and when they had gone on their first actual date.
He had taken her to a local fair. They had done all of the classics. Grabbing food, holding hands, walking around, doe-eyed, like teenagers in love.
It wasn't until they had come across the landing of the game stands that she had pulled from his embrace.
She had turned and walked towards one of the small, colorful stations, beckoning him towards her. Only when he saw what it was, did he laugh as he felt a small smile form on his face. Guns.
The object of the game was to shoot down all of the targets, as they spun round on the miniature wheel, he heard the man behind stand explain.
She turned, a wide smile on her face as she pointed to the large stuffed monkey that they could have if she won. For a moment he looked at her, taking her in, with her short hair loose and wavy around her face, her lips flushed from their kisses earlier and his leather jacket draped around her shoulders. She was a vision and as she looked at him with earnest in her eyes he decided he would win that for her.
He grabbed the toy gun and aimed. Shooting down target after target.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see hers widen next to him.
He decided only to show off so much and he missed the last three targets.
The little tanned man behind the counter applauded, grabbing a smaller version of the stuffed toy and handed it over.
Robin shrugged, smiling smugly, saying something about 'beginners luck' as he turned around to hand her her prize. But there was no awe in her eyes. He would have sworn that he had seen them flash, a fire dancing behind them, flames licking at her irises, competitively.
"Play again." She had said.
Both him and the man turned, confused. However, when she grabbed the gun back from the small man and held it in position, her intent became very clear.
The man started the game again and she shot.
One down. Two down. Three down. Four.
She fired one shot for each and hit every target, even the bonus one that shot up unexpectedly at the end, with the ease of someone that was heavily gifted and had been thoroughly trained.
He stared at her completely befuddled for a moment.
When she turned however, facing him, she had a look of pure innocence on her face. The loud clapping and squeal from the small man brought him back to the moment, he watched as the man handed her the overly large monkey with glee.
"Beginners luck." She said. And then, there, in the small corner of her mouth, he saw her lip curl ever so slightly as if she knew a juicy secret.
But he had let it go when she had grabbed his hand, kissing him hard on the lips and tugging him towards the small photo booth in the corner, where they had remained for the next half hour, doing everything but taking photos.
And now, he was sat, squatted down in his kitchen. The one that he had shared with her for the past 5 or 6 years of their marriage, holding a large shotgun in one hand and grabbing his pistol from his belt in the other.
He should have known. Beginners luck his foot! She had been lying to him, same as he had been lying to her! That morning he still hadn't believed that she could be the killer that they said she was. Not until she had released a hailstorm of bullets at him, only missing his body by a fraction of an inch.
He hadn't planned on killing her. He had hoped against hope that this had somehow been a mistake. That they were wrong. That she was just the domestic house wife, with a talent for baking anything with apples that he had married. But now he knew he was wrong. This woman wasn't the one he had been sharing a bed with for the past few years. She was cold hearted and calculating and a kill shot with a gun.
He felt his anger boil under the surface. He had been played.
Had she known all along? Why was this just coming about now? Had she been waiting for this, quietly blending into his life, gaining his trust, bringing down his guard until the moment that she could catch him unaware and strike; ending him once, and for all?
He scowled. If she thought that he would go out without a fight, she was wrong.
He leaned back, shrugging, switching off his wearisome 'mode', and clicking into his killer instinct. He looked up to scan the usefulness of his surroundings.
xxx
Regina made her way down the staircase, and silently through the destroyed living room.
She slid up against the wall that separated her from the kitchen and the den.
From the directions of his footsteps she figured he must have ended up in one of those two places.
Giving up, she yelled, "Where are you?"
There was a click and she turned, opening fire on the kitchen. However as she did so, she noticed the gas line that was lying unhinged on the counter. Her eyes widened in shock.
She was immediately blasted back as the force of her bullets hit the gas, creating a chain reaction and setting the kitchen ablaze.
Gun forced out of her hands. Glass flying everywhere, she hit the ground in a heap and was temporarily blind.
Regina shook her head to clear the haze, and when she did, she could just make out the figure of her husband; jumping through the flames, coming straight towards her.
She tried to move but he was faster, his foot connected with her stomach before she could get out of the way.
She was knocked back, her side colliding hard with the wall.
She gasped. Had he just kicked her?!
She must have looked shocked too for her husband yelled in response.
"What? I know you can take it love, you've been throwing verbal punches at me for years! I think it's only fair I now return the favor!"
How dare he! Now she was furious!
His arm swung out and she dodged. Grabbing him, she used momentum against him and spun him, ramming his head into the portrait on the wall behind them.
"You. Lied. To. Me!" She yelled, punctuating every word with an elbow to his back.
His hands gripped her hips hard, as he ripped her off of his back and picked her off of the floor.
"I. Lied. To. You? You. Lied. TO. ME!"
His voice was heavy. Words coming out in grunts, as he slammed her back against the wall.
She wrapped her legs around him. Hands clawing at his face, scratching as she tried to get away.
"I should have known there something off about you! I saw you hoist that gun in Bogota!" He said. "Your proneness and obsession with being a lady, that was all an act!" He punctuated with another slam.
Regina cried out as her back hit the wall.
"And I never liked your lasagna!"
WHAT?! She opened her eyes. He. Did. NOT.
Releasing every bit of pent up furry inside of her, she wrapped her hands around his face and used her head to hit his. Robin released a howl of pain.
Whose your daddy now? She thought.
She used his temporary pain to get away, detaching herself from him and heading towards her discarded gun. She swooped down, but he had already recovered, turning back and diving for it at the same time.
She reached it first, and she stood. When she whipped back to face him he already had another in his hands, pointed directly, at her head.
They were at a stand off. A gun in each hand, both pointed at the other.
For a moment Robin wondered whether this would be his last. His last breath. His last moment. The last thing he would see, his wife, furry written in her eyes, both of them pulling triggers and saying goodbye to the world forever.
He positioned his finger.
"Do it!" came the voice of his wife.
Robin looked at her. Her hair was a mess, dark strands going every which way round her face, concealing cuts that would definitely turn to scars. She was heaving, the top of her breasts, the only part of her skin exposed under the skin tight suit, covered in sweat and dirt. Her leather clad arm raised, gun held strong to his head. She looked every part the killer her profile had described.
He didn't see his wife. The rigidness of her stance, the gun in her hands, the crazed lilt to her voice as she spoke. That wasn't her.
He had his orders, he had to kill her. He pulled his finger.
But then his eyes traveled to hers and he stopped.
They were red rimmed, the normally dark irises turned hazel. There were unshead tears in those wide orbs. A storm was written in her pupils.
Everything about her stance spoke deadly killer, but her eyes told a different story. She was torn, fighting her instincts, because, he hoped, she was still fighting for them.
But she yelled again, breaking his trance, louder this time, with more conviction, "Do it!"
But he couldn't.
She was shaking. With rage or fear he wasn't sure. He, however, didn't move, keeping his eyes locked with hers until she blinked; sucking her bruised lip in between her teeth.
And then he saw it.
One, single, small tear. It glistened, catching the light as it trickled down her face. It was only one, but it was enough.
"DO IT! Finish this!" she bellowed, trying to sound strong but her voice cracked, giving her away, "Shoot Robin!"
More tears fell. He knew then, she couldn't do it either.
Robin stared at her until she opened her eyes, now fully glossed over. Swimming in her tears.
He wasn't sure how he managed it, but somehow he found his voice just enough to whisper.
"I can't." He dropped his gun.
That was all it took. He hit her gun away, and in a breath their hands were on each other, wrapping tightly around necks.
Her lips mashed to his. Bruised and battered. There was a slight feeling of pain as her body was crushed to his. But he wrapped his hands around her small frame, sliding easily over the leather, gripping her tightly and making her gasp. When he tasted the salt on her lips from her tears however, all thoughts of hurting were each other were gone.
She had caused him pain. She had lied to him, to his face, for years!
He picked her up, pinning her to the wall. She let out a gasp, but wrapped her legs around him tighter, ripping at his shirt. He kissed her, hard with force and there was nothing nice about it.
She bit at him, taking in his busted lip between her teeth and cracking it. The metallic taste of blood spilled into her mouth but she didn't care.
Her tongue ran over the wound and he hissed.
His head shot back when she bit him again but his hands moved from her hips, coming round and ripping at her front. He ignored the long zipper completely and tore the suit in half, stripping it off of her shoulders.
She grabbed him, ramming her hips into his. Her mouth found purchase on his neck and she bit down, sinking her teeth into the flesh. He didn't have time to howl as she sucked at the skin, marking him, for he was moving again.
When he dropped her this time, they were in the kitchen.
She pulled them back towards the steel counter and he spun her around with force. Hands going to the back of her, ripping away the rest of her suit as she fell onto the cool surface.
There was shattered glass on counter, the smell of fire and smoke still lingered, but neither noticed as their naked skin met each others roughly. His chest met her back as he leaned over her and without warning, he thrust into her.
Regina threw her head back, meeting him with his next thrust and his hands came around her front. She cried out as they brushed over her brusied ribs and he stopped. He held his hand firmly there, supporting her as he moved. Her mouth fell open. She could barely feel the soft kisses he was trailing down her back.
But she didn't want soft. She wanted to feel the pain. The pain he had caused her. The lies, the years, the time spent getting to know someone and then realizing that you never really knew them at all.
She pushed back to turn around, but he was already ahead of her.
He picked her up again. This time she landed, turned around on her back atop of the table.
She tried to reclaim his lips, but he moved away, batting her hands back as she reached for him, trailing down her body. His head reached her legs and he bit down on the inside of her thigh, causing her to cry out. She tried to sit up, to see him, but his hands shot out; pushing her back, keeping her pinned to the table with a hand at her neck, his mouth sank down, closer to her.
Regina squirmed as he devoured her hungrily; she shuddered as she came undone with a shout on his tongue.
They both fell down. All ability to right themselves gone, as their bodies convulsed. She was completely spent. When she saw his eyes open again however, his face turning towards hers, with a smug smile she took the remains of her anger out and slapped him hard across the cheek.
Robin's head snapped to the side, his hand automatically going to clutch his stinging cheek, but he didn't make it as his pain ceased automatically when he felt her climb on top of him.
He wrapped his hands in her hair and she did the same to him. She was laughing.
He felt a genuine smile light up his bruised face. She was beautiful. Straddled on top of him. Her lips red and bruised, hair tousled, with nothing left on, but her bra. He went to remove her of it and she met him with a hungry kiss, as they went at it again.
xxx
He cupped her face, trying to hone in his heartbeat, as she did the same.
When they both could breath again, he moved, brushing a lock of her hair away from her cheeks.
Regina opened her eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light. She could just see him, his outline highlighted by the sun that was setting outside of their windows.
Surprisingly, she found herself being unable to fully care about what she had uncovered that day. They would have to talk about it, their pasts, the blood spilled between them, by them; the separate lives they had led and lived. They would have to discuss where they stood, how they were going to go on surviving. And not just together, but surviving their impending deaths; as she knew, once her agency found out that she hadn't gone through with killing him, they would be coming after her, no doubt about it. But those conversations would be long, probably painful, and she chose to ignore that overly large elephant in the room. She chose to forget the pain, and to just be in the moment. Lying next to him, listening to her husbands heart beat steadily under her ear.
She rolled over, lifting herself off of the floor and on top of him. He held her, stroking his hands down her back, making circular motions on her damp skin while his breath played with her ear.
When her heart had stilled she pulled back, tilting her head to look at him. His eyes connected with hers as she spoke.
"Hey there, Thief."
Robin smiled.
That was a name that she hadn't called him since they met. The second night he had taken her back, where she had woken up the next morning to find the bed empty. He had gone out to grab breakfast and when he returned he found her standing in the open window of the balcony with nothing but a thin sheet wrapped loosely around her to keep her modesty.
He had smiled. She looked so beautiful, her short hair just falling to her shoulders, no makeup save for the natural blush on her cheeks. And in her hair, tucked behind her ear, was the small flower that he had left on the bedside table. The one that matched the hazy shade of the orange sky perfectly.
"Did you steal this?" She had asked when she sensed him walking into the room. She pointed to the small flower and Robin laughed.
"Can't steal something that's been given to you," he said stepping closer.
Regina had eyed him curiously, her hazel one's narrowing as she questioned the validity of his statement.
Robin continued, "It was handed to me along with a bouquet of others, but I picked out only the most beautiful one, for the most beautiful woman."
Regina blushed, her head dropping down as she bit her lip. Robin thought she looked the most beautiful in that moment, when the sun rays hit her and her skin glowed, the intensity of the light reflecting in her smile.
"How is m'lady fairing?" he asked.
"Not good, when you consider that I don't have a heart anymore," she stated.
It was now his turn to look confused until she added a 'thief' to the end.
Robin laughed.
"Oh, so are you saying that I am a thief, that has stolen your heart?"
"Mmm," she hummed, stepping closer, wrapping her arms around him, "Well you can't steal something that's been given to you." And she kissed him.
Lying there on the floor now, holding her in his arms, Robin smiled, thinking about that moment.
She looked back at him and he knew she was thinking the same thing.
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