(A/N-Special thanks to a friend for her artwork of 31 prompts, and to Bekki for Beta Reading these. Now, this prompt has another version that I will be uploading later today.)

*No disclaimer needed as I helped create Outlaw Queen, not Adam or Eddie per the COWARDLY ADAM!*

Day 2

Prompt-Spying

(Set in the missing year.)

Robin was walking the hallway towards the Queen's chamber, he had been asked by his son to see if she would join Roland and him at their table tonight. Ever since the Queen had saved him, Roland had been fascinated about her, wanting to spend as much time with her as possible. And for the most part, Regina had been very receptive to his young boy. She would often spend time with Roland, when Robin and his men were off for scouting purposes, as Princess Snow would let him in on. Who would have thought that the Evil Queen, as she was once known, would have such a soft spot for children?

So here he was going to her room, to ask for her company for dinner tonight on not just behalf of Roland, but he had to admit, on behalf of him as well. If he was being honest with himself, he too, had been fascinated with her since meeting her. Since he had saved her that day, and looked down into her stunning beauty, he had found himself often thinking of her. She was bold and audacious, always wanting to have the final say. He had heard many stories of her, not believing everything all of them. He also remembered the many days, he and his men, had spent running from her black knights. He hoped to be able to find out about the real her, for himself later on.

He arrived at her door and took a deep breath, composing himself because he was sure she would be her normal, combative, brassy self. He knocked on her door and waited, and waited. He tried knocking again, but still no reply. He tried the knob, and to his surprise it opened. He pushed the door lightly, calling out for the Queen,"Hello? Regina?" But no reply, he looked around the room before entering, there was no one in the room. He looked around her room, only being in it once before, the day they had met.

He saw a piece of her clothing laying on her bed, he went over and picked it up, it was silky smooth, just like he imagined her skin would feel under his hardened hands. Hands that have known hard work, hands that had lived and survived in the elements. He walked over to her window and looked out over the castle's lands. What was he doing? Did he really think he stood any chance with a woman like Regina? He felt something, from the instant he had looked at her. As he had been walking with Belle and Baelfire that day, he had watched her and the Princess walk ahead of the group. He thought he had seen her looking over her shoulder back at him.

"How dare you enter my room!" Regina yelled from the doorway, as she slammed the door and marched up over to him.

"My apologies, milady," Robin said, turning to look at her. And was once again almost transfixed by her beauty. Not many people could make him loose his concentration, but here he was mesmerized by her.

"Why are you here?" Regina asked.

"I was...that is..." Robin stammered out.

"Are you capable of forming a complete sentence or do you need an interpreter?" Regina asked.

Robin smiled at her brazenness,"Roland, my boy, asked me to come here and request your company for dinner tonight with us?"

"That doesn't give you the right to enter my room, whenever you please," Regina said, her anger softening at the thought of the sweet little boy, she had come to grow fond of.

"I do apologize for that," Robin said as he looked down into her face, which had softened, from the time he had mentioned Roland.

"You can tell your son, I will be glad to have dinner with him," Regina said.

Robin had to smirk at her calculated way she had excluded him from the dinner,"Roland and myself will be more than merry to have you at our table tonight."

"You misunderstood, Roland can come to my table tonight for dinner," Regina said.

Robin took one step closer to her, then another, shifting from side to side as he did so, as he walked up to her,"So my boy is to be graced with your presence, but not myself? Why are you so hostile towards me? What have I done to you?"

He was now only inches from her, so close she could feel his breath on her as she spoke,"You have no affect on me."

"Then why has your gaze locked on my lips for some time now?" Robin asked, as his words caused her gaze to shift from his lips to his eyes.

Mortified, she defended herself immediately, fibbing,"I don't know what you mean!"

Instantly, Robin took a step towards her, a look smoldering in the depths of his eyes that made a fierce thrill of dangerous excitement race through her.

"Liar! You know perfectly well what I mean," Robin checked her thickly. "You were looking at my mouth as though you couldn't wait to feel it against your own."

"No! I...I mean..." it was now Regina's turn to stammer.

"Now, who is the one who needs an interpreter?" Robin asked, seeing the intensity flare there. "Now, tell me why your gaze was locked on my lips?"

Regina took a step backwards, as he took one forward, until her back was against the wall. No one had ever made her back down from a fight like this, no one. Her gaze kept shifting from his lips to his eyes, both had her riveted. She took a breath, then decided to speak, but no words would form.

"Were you, by chance wondering what they would taste like against your own lips? Wondering what our first kiss would be like?" Robin asked as his head moved to the side of hers and nuzzled the side of her cheek with his, she felt his stubble brush her face. He felt her hands move to his shoulders, not pushing him away, just cupping them with her fingers, he could feel the pressure of her nails through his clothes.

"How my hands would feel caressing your skin?" Robin whispered against her ear. Gods! The things this woman did to him! Here he was trying to teach her a lesson, and he was the one almost being punished. He was already turned on, wanting nothing more than to pick her up and carry her over to that giant bed of hers, and make good use of it.

"I dream about you, imagining what your lips taste like. Wondering, if they are as soft and divine as they look," Robin said. "Have you thought of me? Dreamed of me?"

"You are quite sure of yourself, aren't you?" Regina asked, barely getting it out of her mouth. "Cocky, I might add."

"You have no idea," Robin said, as he didn't even think of his next action, he just took a huge chance. He took one of her hands and brought it down his chest, feeling, even through his clothes her hand. He took her hand in his and brought it down to cup him, through his pants. He let go of her hands, and started rocking into her hand, she responded instantly, moving her hand up and down his length through the cloth.

Regina looked into his eyes and watched as his head lowered and suddenly, his mouth possessed hers, its pressure bending her head back and making her arch her spine. Anger and pride mingled trails of danger through her veins. She could feel the fierce tremor of reaction arouse Robin's body.

Regina heard the small whimper escaping her lips. Instantly the hot, hard pressure of Robin's mouth caught and answered it back. His hands moved to her back, pulling her body into his even more, her hand left the part of him aching for more, and came around to the small of his back and started to rub up and down his back, through his clothes.

She trembled as his hands cinched her waist, his thumbs caressing its narrow curve through her leather outfit, before sliding lower to cup the rounded flesh of her beloved behind, and then urge her even more closely against his own body. He held her tight and hard against the obvious thrust of his erection. Automatically and instinctively, Regina titled her hips hungrily towards him and moaned his name.

"Robin," she said on a sigh against those lips, his lips, which had indeed haunted her.

Before he lost his courage, he bent low, hating that his lips had to leave her mouth to do so, and put his arms around her butt and carried her over to her bed, letting her fall on her back, with him on top. When she landed, she let out a very soft giggle of delight, one she had not let out for a man in a very long time, since Daniel.

Robin's lips once again captured hers, her hands were on his shoulders, grasping onto his shirt to grab onto something, to anchor herself to. She felt Robin move from her slightly and looked up to see him looking down into her face.

One of her hands found his face, the fingers dragged sensuously against his jaw and then raised to trace the shape of his lips and run over and over his mouth. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Robin asked as Regina, grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to kiss. As Robin's hand went to his breeches, he stopped upon hearing a soft giggle from inside the room. Robin immediately was off the bed and looking around the room, Regina laid there for a second.

"What are you doing?" Regina asked, wondering why he had stopped.

"Because we are being spied on," Robin said as his gaze focused on her long dark curtains near the window. He smiled and shook his head as he walked up to the curtain.

"Who would dare spy on me?" Regina asked.

"Oh, just one of the meanest, dirtiest-" Robin said as he pushed the curtain aside and picked up their intruder,"littlest merry men, I know." he said as he now was holding his son.

"Papa, I'm not mean," Roland protested with a pout of his bottom lip.

"Oh, but you are. You see my boy, you interrupted your papa and the Queen," Robin said as he looked over at Regina.

"But, Regina said I could come here whenever I wanted to," Roland argued back.

"Is that so?" Robin asked as he saw Regina getting up from the bed.

"Yes, your son has much better manners than you," Regina said as Roland wiggled from his father's arms and went to Regina's, who gave him a huge hug.

"I do think milady liked my manners just fine a few seconds ago," Robin said with a wink.

"You just proved my point," Regina said.

"Roland, what did you see of Regina and I?" Robin asked his son, hoping he hadn't seen much.

"I saw you kissing, Papa," Roland answered. "why did you kiss Regina?"

Regina sniffled a giggle at the question, raising her eyebrows at him.

"Well, Roland, you see-" Robin was explaining only to be cut off by his own son.

"Uncle Will said, you should only kiss the woman you want to snog," Roland said. "What does snog mean, Papa?"

Robin let out a deep breath and cursed Will Scarlett under his breath,"Uncle Will was in the eggnog and talking out of his head, Roland." Robin made a mental note to talk to Will, later.

"Did you ask her, Papa?" Roland asked.

"Yes, my boy, I did," Robin said. "and you are going to eat with the Queen tonight." Robin was still a little jealous that his son would be in Regina's presence tonight at dinner, and not himself.

"Yay! Come on Regina, I want to show you where I put my monkey," Roland said as he grabbed her hand, the three of them were making their way to Roland's room, he shared with his father.

"I was trying to show Regina my monkey as well," Robin murmured under his breath, as he followed them out of the room.

Regina stopped them in the hallway,"Roland, I want you to know that you are welcomed at my table anytime."

"And my Papa?" Roland asked as Robin tilted his head to look at Regina.

Regina was silent for a few seconds,"Him too."

Roland smiled and went to open the door to his room, Regina turned to Robin,"Not one word of this to anyone, you understand?"

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," Robin said as he followed Regina and Roland into the room, eagerly awaiting dinner tonight with two people, who meant a great deal to him.