Outlaw Queen Shorts

Something More

Prompt: Robin and Regina have been seeing each other but nobody knows about it. Or at least they didn't.
Missing year.
Let me know what you think :D

It was late at night, often into the early morning when he'd sneak into her chambers, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She'd be standing on the balcony, hands outstretched on the cool marble with the breeze blowing through her hair and he'd walk up behind her, pressing his fingers to her hips, planting kisses on her collarbone. They'd fall asleep together but somehow he'd always end up back in his own bed in the morning, no doubt by the elusive purple smoke she so frequently used to her advantage.

As he walked the corridor to her room this night, and gently pushed the wooden door open, something was different. She was sat in front of her vanity, brushing the thick locks of her hair which reached just above her waist, her eyes downcast to the floor. She had little or no make up on and for the first time, Robin felt like he was seeing the real her. Not the Evil Queen. Regina. He approached her and saw the tear streaks running down her face. As she noticed him in the reflection of her mirror she turned away, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"What are you doing here?" She spat, venom laced with each syllable. Robin was thrown by her sharpness, something she usually saved for his merry men, not him.

"I...I came to see you." He hesitated, gently reaching to put his hand on top of her shoulder. "Are you alright?" He spoke softly, trying to look round and catch her eye, anything that would give him a sign of her reaction.

She turned back to face him, bottom lip quivering and glossy eyes ready to overflow. Robin gazed down at her, desperately wanting to pull her into a hug and tell her everything would be okay. But the queen would not approve. Not usually, at least.

"What happened?" He brought his hand up to rest on her face, rubbing his thumb over the lines of her cheek. Regina shook her head, tears beginning to flow, and flung herself into his arms. She buried her head into his chest, grasping at the thin cotton of his shirt as the sobs became more violent. He wrapped his arms around her, laying one hand on her back and lacing the other through her hair, gently carding the soft strands.

"I...I c--can't. I can't d-do it anymore." Her chest was heaving, her small hands still entwined with the fabric of his shirt.

"It's okay," Robin rubbed small circles across her back comfortingly, his voice low and gentle. "You don't have to do anything."

Regina's head shot up and she placed her palms flat on his chest, stepping back slightly. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. How could he know? She made it so hard for him to know her. Robin opened his mouth but couldn't surface the words so just stood watching her, waiting for her to speak.

The tears in her eyes clouded her stare and her shoulders eventually slumped from exhaustion. Her expression softened, going back to the vulnerable state Robin found her in.

"But I do," she said, the energy almost completely drained from her. "These people need me for everything. They depend on me. But nobody ever asks me what I need. Regina doesn't need anything. Regina will be just fine by herself. Well I'm not. I didn't ask for this, I don't want this life!" Her words were rushed, muddling into one big confession of everything she's felt since they got back.

Robin drew her closer, his blue eyes boring into hers with an intensity she hadn't seen before. "What do you need?"

"You." Her voice was so quiet it barely carried on the air escaping her parted lips. He stood frozen, his eyes franticly flicking between hers; she was worried he hadn't even heard her.

Robin placed his hands on her upper arms, slightly indenting the skin with his fingers and pulled her back into his embrace. He crashed their lips together, breathing in her moans as they vibrated from her throat. He picked her up and she wrapped herself around him, arms slung lazily around his neck and legs tightly gripping his torso. They edged back towards the bed and Robin broke away the contact from her lips. He was looking at her, searching her eyes for the permission he so desperately desired.