(A/N-Special thanks to a friend for the art work for this. And to Bekki for beta reading these, thank you so much! Also special thanks to those who read, review, follow and fav this.)

Day 26-Morning After

(Set in Storybrooke)

Regina slowly came awake the morning after, wondering why she was lying on a cold, hard forest floor. Her entire body protested when she started to move, especially between her thighs. She sat up and looked behind her.

Robin lay on his back, sound asleep, a satisfied smile on his face. His face had the look of a very relaxed man. His profile could be found on many Greek statues. She looked at his long, black eyelashes that framed his oh so expressive eyes. Though she had never done so, had never painted before, she felt a desire to paint him just like this.

Quickly she remembered the night before, it had started with Mary Margaret's speech to her about not holding herself back. She had grabbed her coat and headed out to the forest to take a chance, a risk. She had walked up to him, seeing the look of regret on his handsome face. He had apologized again for her heart being taken from him, he had also promised to get it back for her. During this, she had opened her mouth to say something, what she was planning to say to him. For the next thing she knew, she had grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him into a kiss.

Once their lips had met, a wave of magic had washed over them both. They had both pulled back as their memories of one another had been fully restored. Robin had then went in for another kiss, one that had almost made her loose her footing. But his arms had been secure around her, as his right hand had went up into her hair, holding her head where he wanted it to be.

That kiss had been hard and fierce, and it went on for a long time. She gave back as much as he did, her body surging with a lethal, heady combination of desire and recognition. Regina couldn't stop herself from thrusting against him, seeking the strength and heat of his body, her nostrils filled with his scent, her skin tingling, eagerly accepting of the magic his mouth performed.

"Robin," Regina moaned against his mouth. His strong arms moved down her back to hold her hips against him, so that the throbbing urgency of his need set off a thundering reaction through her.

She gasped and her hips moved sinuously, reflexively. He was beautiful in his power, awe-inspiring in the full glory of his masculinity. Perhaps it was the relief in the realization that they had known one another quite well during the missing year. Mixed with the fact that she had also found out that Robin was her soul mate, explained how she had always responded to him since she had met him. Perhaps it was the fact that this man was destined to be hers, the aura of latent sexuality about him that she responded to.

Whatever it was, when his demanding mouth touched hers, she went up like a bushfire in high summer heat, the flames licking through her with such ferocity that she couldn't have resisted even if she'd wanted to.

He continued to kiss her, backing her up against a tree trunk, her back scrapping against the hard bark. She gave him everything he wanted, taking what she also wanted from him, her hands clasping down on his broad shoulders with strong, imperative fingers. He tasted like heaven, like sun and the sea, and excitement, the satisfaction of her most secret needs.

"Regina," he said, his voice deep and rough textured, raw with passion. "I wanted you since that day I fired an arrow at you, now that we have our memories back I'm so glad that everything is explained."

"You've driven me mad since that day at the farmhouse," his lips on her throat sent tingles of sensation through her bloodstream, stars exploding in pulse points and pleasure spots, a galaxy of fireworks inside her, heated and swift and all consuming.

"I always knew your skin would feel like ivory satin," he muttered,"like silk, like flower petals, smooth and warm and scented."

"So you don't mind that you're tied to the Evil Queen then?" Regina asked as Robin moved his head to look into her eyes.

Robin took her face in between his hands as he told her next,"I happen to love being tied to you, my wife."

Another realization was the fact that a little before the second curse, Robin had asked her to marry him. She had tried to reason with him that he wouldn't want to be tied to her. She had then agreed and one night they had went to the council room where Friar Tuck had married them. Roland had been kept in his bed, so that he would not tell their secret.

"Take me to bed, husband," Regina said as Robin had smiled and taken her hand in his and together they had went to his tent. They stood together there in his tent, in the middle of the woods and had started to remove each other's clothes. Finally, Regina looked down at his hands on her ivory skin, and fire pooled in the pit of her stomach.

Regina had never felt so small, yet she could hear the quick rasp of his breathing, see the hammer of his pulse in his throat, and knew that he was equally excited. Plus she could see his main arrow at full attention.

Regina went down and pulled him down with her, on top of her."You are so beautiful," he said as he stroked down his hands, as her hands found surface in his hair. His groan letting her know how much he enjoyed having her hands on his body.

Robin next bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, she cried out, and her hand clenched against him, fingernails digging in. Sensations like hot wires streaked through her. As next Robin began to suckle, drawing the crest into his mouth, setting up a rhythm that steadied the runaway sensations in her body into an irresistible, uncontainable force, driving her on along a preordained path.

His hand slid up to the apex of her core, as she arched her body into a bow as she tried to coax something else from him, to persuade that knowing hand further. He began to press against the cleft in the same rhythm, and the unknown force within her increased tenfold. Hips moving in a response as old as time, her hands fell away from his chest to rest on the blanket in his tent. Her hands closing and unclosing as the honeyed fire swept through her, robbing her of strength yet urging her ever onwards.

His taste lingered in her mouth, his hand held her prisoner, all the time he was bringing her closer and closer to a pleasurable destination. When the muscles across her stomach and deep within contracted, Regina cried out his name in a thin, high voice.

Lifting his head, he said,"Yes, tell me now what you want."

"You, I want you," she thrust upwards, trying to find some relief from the throbbing demands of her body.

The swift, involuntary movement brought them together, chest to chest, his thighs between hers. She whimpered, nuzzling him, tugging with eager, demanding hands at his hips. Blinded by passion, beyond thought process, she only knew that she wanted, needed him on her and especially in her.

"Feel our love," Robin said in a harsh, impeded voice and in one steady, sure stroke completed the joining of their bodies.

Regina cried out again. Her hands fastened on to his shoulders, felt the fierce flexing of his muscles as she ran her hands all over his back. Robin set a good, steady rhythm moving with ever increasing power.

"Say my name," Robin muttered against her neck.

Regina opened her mouth just as he hit a particular spot, earning him a moan as she then said his name,"Robin," she moaned out.

Robin was so turned on by his name being moaned out by her in obvious pleasure, he began to thrust deeper into her, pushing her closer and closer to a vortex of pleasure. Her hands then moved to his butt, grabbing a handful in both hands, as she pushed him in deeper into her body as he continued to pump into her.

And then it hit her, a fierce level of sensation, euphoria that spread through her like a huge wave, calling out as it eclipsed into peak of pure delight. She bit down on his shoulder to try not to wake up not just the forest but the town of Storybrooke as well.

Moments later, Robin followed her, moaning out his own delight into her throat, his body jerking several times as the sweet release he sought, racked through his body. As he had finally been able to recover, he had brought her with him into his arms as they had laid there.

Now, this is where she found herself. Last night had been a glorious night, she had wanted Robin, her husband. She had expected the kind of forthright hunger he'd shown, because that was how she felt, as though nothing in this earth mattered as much as making love with Robin.

Robin slowly surfaced from a deep sleep. He felt so relaxed he wasn't sure he would move if he tried. Not that it mattered. He had no desire to stir at the moment. He lay there drifting in and out of sleep when the events of the previous night drifted into his consciousness. Suddenly awake, he opened his eyes and looked around. There was no sign of Regina.

He was sure he'd never slept so soundly in his life. He quickly threw on his pants and jacket, as his shirt was missing, and was out of the tent in such a hurry, he almost missed the person he had been in search of.

"Good morning," Robin said as he walked up to her. She turned around to look at him, she had on his shirt and her coat wrapped around her.

"Well look who finally decided to wake up," Regina said.

"I apologize, but that was the best...lovemaking I have ever had," Robin said as he leaned in and kissed his smug looking wife.

"For me too," Regina admitted.

Robin could feel some tension in her body as he asked,"Do you regret it?"

"No, never," Regina answered,"I just hate that you might now be in danger because of me, and your son and your men as well."

"My men are well equipped to handle themselves," Robin said,"and as far as Roland, I know I could not ask for anyone better to protect him than you. Just like you did in the missing year."

Regina smiled at the memory,"But what about our relationship now?"

"We'll take it one day at a time, but I don't wish to wait too long before everyone knows we're married," Robin said.

"I can just imagine one who will be more than delighted," Regina thought to herself of Mary Margaret.

"I'm sure she will be, as I hope two little boys will be," Robin said.

"Are you kidding? Once Henry finds out his step father is Robin Hood, he'll be thrilled," Regina said, causing Robin to laugh. He looked forward to meeting the young lad.

"And what about Roland? What will he think of the Evil Queen as his step mother?" Regina asked.

"My son adores you, as his father does. Roland has since you saved him that fateful day, and gave him his first stuffed animal," Robin said.

"Now, why don't you have a seat and let me cook you breakfast after I check on Roland," Robin offered.

Regina nodded as he kissed her hand before leaving to see about his son, she sat before the now died out fire and taking her hand, sent a fireball into it.

Ten minutes later he returned to find Regina in the tent, laying on her side. He laid down and with a strong arm pulled her gently towards him.

"Robin," she muttered his name. She felt his lips at her temple and then the warmth of his breath on her earlobe, before seeking the soft bow of her mouth, in a kiss of incredible sweetness.

A large hand traced up her spine and held her close to the muscular strength of his torso and the kiss went on and on. She was boneless, floating on a sea of sensations, as his hands removed his shirt from her.

Her lips parted and drank from his, and she felt his slight intake of breath before he moved down to the base of her throat and lower to suckle the small, tight nipples. She moaned softly and ran her fingers along his own nipples, taking her fingers and pulling on them.

Robin moved over her, his pants now removed, his mouth finding hers again as his body took possession with a fierce passion that she met and matched. He rode her so well, his thrusts moving her body along with his making her back burn with the friction. But it was so worth it.

He quickly sent her over the edge, crying out his name as her orgasm washed over her whole being."Robin!" he caught his own name in his mouth as he kissed her deeply, he could hear and feel her moaning against his mouth.

Moments later, his own great body shuddered in a wave after wave of violent pleasure, her convulsing around him giving him such release.

They collapsed, Robin sprawled on top of her, their ragged breathing the only sound, and then Robin murmured something against her ear and rolled to the side, keeping her with him. "I love you, my wife," Robin said.

"And I love you," Regina said as they drifted off to sleep.

Next Regina knew, she could smell the scents of food, igniting her hunger. She pulled on his shirt and her coat and walked out to see him at the fire.

"Well, look who has finally woken up," Robin asked with a smirk, standing up.

"Well, I for one don't apologize," Regina said with a knowing smirk of her own as she walked to him.

"You're my love, my wife, my life," Robin said as he kissed her once again, never thinking he would ever get tired of kissing her. Their morning after was just the beginning.