You guys!

I'm gonna start this little note by thanking the wonderful people that followed and favorited my previous Outlaw Queen pieces, even more so to those who took the time to leave a review. You might know by now how nice it is to read your comments, especially when they are so nice. I only wish those of you who comment as Guests would leave an email or some way that I could contact you, so I could say thanks ;-)

Now, about this one: I invite you to think, for a moment, that our beloved Evil Queen did not kill Graham. That she merely manipulated him. Ok? Just for the hell of it. It's not even gonna last long, this is just a one-shot. It's just I need Graham for this one, so bear with me for a moment? Thanks a million.

Oh, and I didn't try to write Dark One Emma on this one, simply because it's not about that – and I don't know how that is gonna be like, so that's the other non-canon thing.

I'm posting this because I feel like crap right now, need a distraction. It's nothing serious, just a bad case of girly monthly torture.

And, finally, I ask you to show me some love. I'm in dire need of it lately (it's sad, really, how needy I am.)

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Disclaimer: If they were mine, a good deal of the male population of Storybrooke would be too. Alas, that's not the case.

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Robin of Locksley has a reputation. He gives to the poor. He shares, he's a giver. He doesn't keep anything for himself. He doesn't need much, doesn't ask for it.

But this. This is the one thing he will not, under any circumstances, share with anyone. This incredible, hypnotic, distracting, burning, all consuming, organic flow of emotion between him and Regina Mills is something he will huff and puff to keep for himself. Bare his teeth to anyone who threatens the delicious balance they finally managed to establish.

Because, honestly, that's enough drama. Please. Enough of the obstacles, enough excuses, enough barriers between them. He shudders at the thought of another curse, another enchantment, another witch to come and stick her green finger in their relationship. He will not allow it. He's done watching, done being manipulated.

Thankfully, Zelena is taken care of. Despite the odds, they managed to overcome even this unthinkable trap. Regina, as he would wait of a true queen, took care of everything with such grace he felt he should fall to his knees and worship her from time to time.

It was mostly her doing, this bliss he now enjoyed by her side.

Robin wakes up beside her, every morning. He opens his eyes to find her lying on her side in front of him, and when he stretches his arm to pull her closer to him, it's not automatic. It's calculated, it's deliberate. For all those mornings and those nights where he ached for her, where he thought he might go mad, might suffocate with her absence. So every time he reached for her, he knew exactly what he was doing. And every single smile, every touch of finger tips, of hands, arms, lips, every time there was nothing between them, every sigh she gave him, every moan and every caress, that was his prize. That was precious, a treasure more valuable than every golden coin and every gem he ever stole.

She laughed one Sunday morning, when he refused to let go of her, pinned her wrists and her body to the mattress, and said he was keeping her prisoner on the bed. She had looked up at him, those eyes full of mischief, her silky night gown pooling on her stomach, leg around his hip. "I can poof myself to my office, lock myself in there for the whole day. Run away from you. I have magic, you know."

He had lowered his head to hers, catching her lips on his own.

"Don't you know who I am, milady?" He half grunted at her, applying pressure with his hip, making her moan softly. "Do you know what I've done? You think an office can keep me from you?"

"Oh?" she wiggled under him, and oh, she is just delicious.

"I've stolen an entire room worth of gold from a palace once. You are familiar with King Midas, are you not?"

She laughed and nodded, adopting a challenging expression right after.

"It took me one night to take dozens of furniture pieces made of solid gold out of his castle. Guards didn't even knew we were there. I was sleeping by the time someone noticed something was wrong."

"Your point?"

"I can steal you from your precious office, milady."

She scoffed and raised her torso towards him, her wrists still pinned to the mattress.

"You can steal me? I'm a queen, have you forgotten?"

Her lips were so close, her hair smelled so fresh, of lavender, her skin smelled of him, and he breathed her.

"I'm done allowing anything separate us, my love."

Another deep breath, lips on that beautiful neck of hers, releasing her wrists to favor her torso, her hands on his hair.

"Good."

And he meant it. Means it.

Robin has developed a certain addiction to her. Being separated for more than he knows he has to makes him cranky, on edge. Looking at his watch every five minutes. Anxious. He tries to kill that tendency, knows they can't spend every single moment together, and that she's not the kind of woman with the patience or the time to deal with male possessiveness, but nevertheless, he wants her close to him.

Today promised to be a good one. He can have her all to himself. Robin has been waiting for today since Tuesday.

It's Saturday. The glorious weekend where he didn't have to get up early and pry Roland our of bed for school, or to spend the whole day cooped up into the library, making sense of all the unorganized books in it's back, as per Belle's request for help. Not that he didn't like Belle's company, she was a good friend and he liked talking to her, a lot, but this was better.

This, going back upstairs after loading the boys into David's truck for a lesson in sword fighting after a lazy breakfast where nobody was late.

True, he was driving to Emma's new place later to help put her new apartment together, but that was four hours away, and he had plans for those four hours. And she had Zelena to deal with. An ultrasound, to check if the baby was ok. He never went to those. The less time he spent looking at the witch, the less he fantasized about murdering the mother of his child.

He dried his face after brushing his teeth and looked at Regina, who was rubbing a pad of cotton on her face, applying one of many good smelling products, like she did every morning.

"Take that off", he said, smirking at her through the mirror. She looked back at him, hand still moving the pad on her face.

"What?"

"Take that off", he repeated, now taking a step towards her.

"Take what off?"

"This". He slapped and ran his right hand on her supple, round behind, making her gasp. Grabbing a handful of silky fabric, he forced the robe she was wearing down one arm, then another, and she turned from the sink to face him, that anxious, excited look on her face, dark eyes beaming up at him. "Also that."

Robin moved closer to her, his body forcing hers to the sink. There, he found the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up. She lifted her arms to help him, grasping the edge of the sink when he lifted her onto it after discarding the articles to the floor.

He lifted his hands to her face, tilting her head back so he could run his lips and tongue on the length of her neck, sighing in approval when her legs closed around his hips.

"Uh..." She sighed, hands on his arms. "Graham."

That stopped him cold. Lifting his head from her neck, he looked at her face, shock written in his expression.

"I know we've been apart for a while, but I was hoping you haven't forgotten my name."

"Oh, no! No no no, it's not like that, I'm sorry!" She pulled his face to hers and kissed him. "I'm so sorry, I was just", and another kiss, coaxing him back to her, mouth open and tongue exploring, teeth nibbling on his lip. "I was just trying to tell you that Graham will drive over, I have some files for him."

Robin sighed, relaxing. Her let her kiss him for a few seconds before grabbing her hair with one of his hands one more time, the other lifting her from the sink and walking out of the bathroom.

"I'm sick", he threw her on the bed, her naked body landing on the mattress, enticing him. "Of sheriffs getting in my way."

Crawling onto the bed, he hovered over her body, inspecting her expression. She was biting her lip, smiling coyly, and her hands lifted to pull him to her by his shirt, but he resisted.

"I trust", he said to her, enjoying the look in her face, the way she was running her nails from his neck to his chest, a clear sign that she was... Impatient, for him. "That sheriff Graham does not occupy many of your thoughts?"

"He's not a sheriff anymore. That's Emma and David", she all but breathed, her leg rising to once again lock around his hip. "He works at the Department of Animal Care now."

"Then why in the bloody hell is he coming over to get documents from you?"

"They're going to make a search around the woods, for wolves and other-" He dropped himself on top of her and she worked his white t shirt off of him, moaning when he pressed his hip to hers. "Other animals, and they needed an approved-"

He had planed on gentle, lazy and slow. But that was before he knew he would have a visit from the man that, granted, was very polite and did nothing to antagonize him, but that sometimes smiled too... Intimately at Regina, or spoke too close to her.

He flirted with her, and Robin did not like it. Not one bit. He was, yes, a far cry from Nottingham, and he supposed he should be thankful for that. He didn't foresee any problems with Graham, but it still irked him.

So he rushed things a bit. The results were very much to his liking. The day that he would not enjoy Regina writhing under him, loud gasps and incoherent speech escaping her from time to time, along with broken cries of his name, would be the day hell would freeze over.

His hands wandered, fingers applying pressure on her thighs, conducting her hips to the rhythm he wanted, rising over stomach to close over her breasts, and then her hair again, bringing her mouth to his while he moved on top and inside of her, her high pitched shouts to his sharper moves a stroke to his ego.

"Approved what?"

"Uh, ah! Approved..." her words died in a moan, her right hand on his back, the left on his face, nails biting slightly. "Documents for- ah! God!"

Whatever he has done, to be worthy of her, he was grateful.

"Look at me."

He lifted his face far enough for her to do so, and smiled when he found her eyes closed, mouth open in a gasp. Dipping his head again, he captured her lips in a kiss, and pushed hard again when she bit his lip, nails running down his back in a delicious pang of sensation.

"Look at me, my love."

Opening her eyes, Regina looked into his, scanning his face and biting her lower lip to keep from crying out.

"Robin", she breathed.

Yes, that's what he wanted. His name on her lips, on her mind, no one else. Selfish, possessive man he was when it came to her. No room for anybody else. Just them, moving together, rising together, falling, crashing together.

Robin wanted her close, close, impossibly close to him, so he tightened his arm around her when she arched her back toward him, her head thrown back in a scream, a scream he wanted to feel, so he kissed her throat, the vibrations of her voice so pleasant on his lips and tongue.

When the doorbell rang half an hour later, she was kissing him lazily, like he had planned before. Long and languid kisses, that meant to quench a thirst he suspects will never be slaked.

He watched her get up, slip on underwear and the dress she was wearing last night. Quickly putting her hair up, Regina ran a hand on her face to get rid of any evidence of their previous activities, but he knew her lips were just a tad too swollen, cheeks still lightly tinged rose.

"I'll be right back", she said from the door.

"I'll wait here", he winked at her.

She smiled and walked downstairs.

He thought for about two seconds and got up, put his pants back on and descended the stairs after her.

Robin saw her enter the office, where the documents probably were, so he made his way to the foyer and opened the front door, to find the doe-eyed man waiting there.

"Graham, hello."

Blinking twice, obviously surprised to see him and not Regina, the former sheriff offered him a cordial, sincere smile.

"Robin, how are you?"

"Good, good. Working weekends?"

"Ah, yes. Some paper work piled up. And I had nothing to do anyway, thought I sorted things out."

He nodded, trying his best not to glare at the man. His was nice enough, and all his flirtations with Regina, he could tell, meant nothing, it was just playful. Still. He knew about their past, and even if it wasn't very nice, Regina is a very beautiful woman, and he was a lot less hostile towards her since she gave him his heart back, before Robin was ever in town.

He wasn't sure, could never get a confirmation nor a denial from her, but he suspected they had had one last... Private meeting before they broke things off for good. Robin tried to smother the little spark of jealousy that flared every time she mentioned him, but sometimes it caught fire.

Regina appeared behind him at the door, holding a file. Giving him a knowing/scolding/amused look, she turned to their visitor.

"Graham", she smiled.

"Good morning, Regina. How are you?"

"Good, thank you. There you go", she handed him the file.

"Thanks." he chuckled at her, shaking his head a bit.

"What?" she asked.

"It's always strange to see you barefoot. You're much shorter without your heels."

Oh, that son of a-

"Well, that's... Beside the point", she said, but there was a hint of a smile there. "Have you talked to Emma about the deputy position?"

"Only briefly. I'm not yet sure if I miss the station that much." He smiled a little too intimately at her.

"I hear they have donuts there", Robin said, just to remind the pair he was still there.

"Yes, that's a perk", Graham laughed lightly, looking at him for a brief second and then returning his attention to Regina. "I'll see you later. Have a nice weekend, guys."

"You too", said Regina, and all Robin could add was a short "Hmm."

They closed the door on him while he walked back to his car.

"That was ridiculous", she said to him while walking back inside the house.

"It was not, it was friendly."

"Right."

"When has he seen you without your heels?"

"You know when, let's not go there. Do you want some coffee?" she asked, entering the kitchen, stretching over the counter to get cups, giving him ideas.

"I'll show you what I want in a minute", he said to himself, getting his phone from his pocket and opening the text feature (it was so useful. He was glad Henry taught him how to use it).

'To Kilian Jones: Did you know Graham is thinking about returning to the station to work with Emma?'

'From Kilian Jones: Do not talk to me about that man.'

'From Kilian Jones: But no, I did not know. How do you know this?'