Outlaw Queen, One-Shots. (Smut Edition)

Maybe Darkness Finds Darkness

A/N : I did not write this one-shot. All credit goes to @,outlawqueenbey on tumblr.

Hope you enjoy!

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Well, this he hadn't exactly been expecting. Regina is stunning, he hasn't yet denied that even to her, but the Queen...she is...he's not even really sure how to describe her. Their eyes are the exact same, and yet so much different. Where sad hopefulness resides in one, mischievous and irresistibly sultry swirls in the other. Everything about her is tantalizing. The slope of her jaw curving into a slender delicate line in her neck, perfect soft olive skin covering every inch of skin his eyes trail over. Damned be his train of thought of leaving this place when her breasts are pressed up for his endless viewing. Covered sinfully with dark elaborate silk and black diamonds that cinch down into her tiny waist, hugging the curves he's seen on Regina.

Her smile had rooted him to the spot, a thumping in his heart when her leather gloved fingers brushed against his cheek, the peaking of her tongue licking across her lower lip. Maybe this is what he was supposed to be feeling for Regina. This lost sensation he's heard her talk about over stories of her Robin. It's indescribable. The tug in his gut at the sway of the Queen's hip. The burning in his lungs to her rich perfumed smell. Even her voice had his chest constricting, a low glow that saunters seductively into his ears. She is bloody perfect. Stories of the Enchanted Forest be damned. He can't find a single fuck to give for her past, not when the present is standing right in front of him, tugging playfully at the lapels of his coat in a way that has his cock stirring.

"So tell me, Mr. Locksley." The Queen drawls out, eyeing him up with a glint, "Has Regina not been treating you well?" Her body presses into him, the groan catching in his throat feeling her tits brushing his chest. "Seems if you're so keen on running away, I already know the answer." She scratches against the stubble on his neck, "Such a pity, she just doesn't seem to see you for you." That is an understatement. Regina looks at him and see's the other Robin. It's frustrating. He's not that man. He can't be that man. Doesn't want to be in fact. "I on the other hand understand you." The Queen pouts, taking a step back from him, a step he is loathe to allow. Adjusting himself lest she see the effect she is having on him, Robin huffs, rolls his eyes and watches the way she watches him, her eyes trailing from boot to eyes, lingering on rather inappropriate places longer than others.

"What makes you think you know me so well?" He pokes back, waiting to see if she will take the bait.

"I know you better than you think."

"Is that so, Your Majesty."

She hums, taps a slender finger to her lips before turning back to him, a slight gasp escaping at the proximity of his body to her own, a distance he'd closed without her realizing apparently. He smirks smugly at her, Good, at least she too is rather affected by this...whatever this is.

"Well for one, I think you'd have loosened an arrow at me by now."

"True."

"Why haven't you." She leans into him, and there they are again, her bloody perfect breasts pushed into his face. God. He wants to burying himself into them, squeeze and tug at her nipples till she is gasping and crying out his name.

Swallowing down his need to taste her mouth, he tilts his head down, inhaling heavy, watching her watch the way her hands move up and down with the movement just above his heart. If her past is any indication he should be rather afraid of the fingers that curls into the fabric just above his precious organ.

"Probably for the same reason you haven't reduced me to a pile of ash with your magic."

She eyes him up curiously.