Author's Note: So here's another Learning to Dance story. Told you I'd be back. This is either part one of two or one of three, haven't decided but this story will be finished within the next two days or so. I just couldn't wait to put something up. OutlawQueen needs more fanfic. :)

Another article of clothing went flying through the air and Regina let out another unladylike almost-scream of frustration. For all the clothes in her massive closet in her mansion of a house, she didn't have one outfit appropriate for an outing in the forest?

REALLY?

Regina could feel a headache developing as she looked around her usually tidy-but-now-a-complete-disaster-of-a-room with clothes strewn every which direction. It was 4pm and Robin would be there in four hours and she still had to take a shower, and shave (not that she really needed to) and style her hair and make sure her hair was done and—

There were her boots! Black supple leather with chunky buckles at the top, they had a bit of a heel to them, but they were the closest thing she had to outside wear. Still in her bra and boyshorts from the day, she snagged the boots and put hem to the side. Regina had never been one for the elements, not really, not since she was young. All of her love of the outdoors died with Daniel. Breaking free of her morose thoughts, she scanned her stripped closet and the bed as well as the floor. Her favorite pair of blue jeans caught her eye and she snagged them off the floor. Now about a blouse…

An hour later, she was still picking through her clothes. So many of them were severe and not appropriate for the forest, as he'd required. A smile quirked her lips. A date in the forest. It should be interesting what a man like Robin Hood could come up with in this realm. Butterflies flew in her stomach and she felt a surge of excitement. She felt like a girl again, going on her first date with a boy she'd liked. A sad, but fond smile turned up her lips at the thought of Daniel. He had been her first love and she'd loved him dearly. They'd been so optimistic and open to everything that they'd not seen what was in front of them. And paid the price.

Shaking her head, Regina discarded that train of thinking as it would only upset her. Reaching into the back of her closet, Regina pulled out a box and dusted off the top. The box apparently hadn't been opened for many years. Coughing through the dust and grime, she lifted the top and peered inside. There were some of her old clothes from the Enchanted Forest! What had ever possessed her to retain them?

Regina was surprised. She'd not seen these clothes in over 30 years and hadn't worn them for longer. Pulling out each garment one by one, she examined what she'd kept from her old life. A riding jacket. Her riding crop. Spurs. Her breath caught on a vest she'd not seen in years. Soft suede in a sable color her father had given her and below it a cream peasant blouse, flowing and gauzy with short sleeves to the elbows and completely unlike her now. But completely like the young woman who had believed in love as a girl. Biting her lip, she thought mentally about what she would look like with the entire ensemble and although she really wanted to wear it, she decided to save it for another, much warmer night. It was supposed to be in the 50s as the low tonight and who knew how late they would be out. She shivered at that thought and finally decided on her softest cashmere v-neck long-sleeved sweater. It was purple, a rich dark color, thin and low enough to be sexy, but also practical, as it would help keep her warm. Although a part of her hoped that Robin would have that duty tonight.

She glanced at the clock and cursed as she realized it was 6:15pm and Robin would be there in a little over an hour and a half. Something told her the man was exceedingly punctual. Not wanting to deal with cleaning up the mess she'd made, Regina just pushed all of the clothes on the floor and bed into the massive walk-in closet and closed the door. There. Out of sight, out of mind. She could clean up later and besides, even if he came in for a nightcap he wouldn't be interested in her closet.

The thought brought her up short. They'd just kissed yesterday and she was thinking about letting him come up at the end of the night. What happened to slow and deliberate? She closed her eyes and counted to ten. Regina needed to calm down. It could, this could fail. It could be a complete disaster.

Really? So pixie dust can be wrong? A fairy with pixie dust can get it wrong? I don't think so, a voice in her head scoffed, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Tinkerbell.

"Get out of my head, you gnat," Regina muttered. Then she stripped and took a shower. After washing and conditioning her hair, she used her favorite body gel. It smelled faintly like vanilla and amber and it was her signature scent. A quick pass of the razor over her armpits and legs and she was back out, drying off in the humid air. Another glance at the clock and she almost cursed. She was in there longer than she'd thought. It was already 7:15pm. An application of body lotion to her supple skin. Dressing quickly, she put on one of her best, a black lacy demi-cup bra and panties set. Jeans and sweater. Next, Regina sprayed lightly some of her favorite perfume, which also matched the body gel. A pair of socks and she tugged on her knee length buttery soft leather boots over the jeans. She quite liked the look, she thought, satisfied with the results.

But forgot her damp hair. 7:35pm! Swiftly striding back into the bathroom, Regina blow-dried her hair, curling the ends in for a properly coiffed look, added her favorite pearl dangly earrings to her ears and put her rings back on. She'd just smoothed her hair down when she heard the gentle chime of the doorbell.

"Early, of course you're early," she muttered, glancing at the clock as she exited the room. 7:55pm.

Regina tried to calm her nerves as she walked down steps slowly, but she didn't have much success. Her heart, somewhere out there, was hammering staggeringly, she was sure, because she was nervous and she hadn't done this in more years than she was comfortable counting and he was out there and he was her soul mate according to that damn fairy and all of a sudden she really wished she hadn't known about his tattoo because that would have meant that there wasn't pressure, but she does and—

The bell rang again and this time she cursed under her breath. Taking a deep breath in front of the door, she grasped the knob and opened it.

Robin rang the doorbell for a second time and waited patiently outside. Even in another realm, women still take their time, he thought wryly, a slight smile dimpling his cheek for a second. Would she answer? Or would she blow him off? That kiss last night had completely taken him by surprise. Not because he wasn't expecting it. Well he hadn't, but even with the sexual tension that had been sparking between them since they'd first met a few days earlier, he thought he would have to court Regina very carefully before they got to that point. But it seems he had underestimated her. And when he thought about it, the way she had approached their encounter last night made sense. Of everything he knew about her from the Enchanted Forest told him Regina Mills, formerly known as the Evil Queen, jumped both feet into the pond without checking how deep the water was.

And similar to the past, it seemed he would have to storm the castle, he thought with a grin. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his kit and was reaching for the first instrument, when the door opened.

Both were stunned for a moment, and Robin couldn't speak for how beautiful the woman in front of him looked. A hello appeared to hover on her lips, but once she saw the instruments in his hand by the light illuminating the steps, her eyes narrowed. "Just whose house did you think you were going to break into?"

Robin found his voice and threw his best and cajoling grin her way. "Well milady, if you weren't going to come out, I was going to come in."

Regina was silent for a long moment. "You really would have, wouldn't you?" she murmured, turning and leaving the door open, an invitation to come in.

Robin entered and looked around to the right, curious about the woman who had captured his attention. He wandered into the kitchen/dining area. Regimented, strict, severe, were his impressions about the house and the woman occupying the space.

That will change soon enough.

Regina turned her back on him to get her coat from the closet and was able to process exactly how good he had looked. Dressing for the forest indeed. Dressing for seduction was more like it. He was wearing his trademark leather jacket, a pair of soft-looking jeans that curved over his ass very nicely, a classic white shirt from what she could tell, and his apparently favorite green scarf. "Ready?" she asked as she put the knee length black wool coat on and a silky cream scarf. It was a bit chilly still on this spring night, still slightly winter, but warming up.

Robin joined her and placed his hand at her back as they walked out. Regina locked the house door and set a spell against intruders, particularly her dear sister.

His mode of transportation sat just outside her gates, a shiny, brand new motorcycle. Regina knew nothing of the vehicles except that their nickname was donor-cycles. "Really?" she said, incredulity in her tone and an eyebrow raised.

"Sorry milady, but what with all the chaos, the Witch, forgetting our memories and all that, I haven't had time to buy a car. Besides, I wouldn't know how to drive it," he said ruefully. "The motorcycle was easy to learn and looked much more fun. I bartered a great deal, too." He grinned.

"Unlicensed drivers in Storybrooke are illegal. Emma and David might have to arrest you."

"Well now, isn't it a good thing I'm dating the mayor?" he said slyly.

"I've never been on a motorcycle before," she said finally, warily eyeing the sleek machine, arms crossed. She spotted a basket somehow attached to the backside of the vehicle and wondered if he really had learned how to operate it or if they would soon be crashing.

Robin swung a leg over and started the engine. It purred sensuously, responsive to his touch.

"There's a first time for everything," he teased and then sobered at the unsure look in her eyes. "Do you trust me?" he asked, holding out a hand.

Regina looked up, his eyes blue and striking and sincere. They said without words that he would take care of her and they wouldn't crash. She wouldn't get hurt, in one way or another. The whole point of this date was to take chances and figure out if she could do this. If she could be happy.

With one last glance in his eyes and a mental kick to the voice inside that said to turn back, she took his hand and he helped her situate herself behind him. Intimately so.

Regina had never realized the appeal of motorcycles before, but she could begin to appreciate them. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and even through layers of clothes, she could feel the hard muscles of his abdomen. Scooting closer to him, her legs hugged his and she pressed her cheek to his shoulder for a long moment before moving up. Her head was level with his when he asked, "Ready, milady?" and turned his head slightly to meet her eyes. She pulled back at how close they were and kissed him lightly in reply. A smile crinkled his eyes before he revved the engine and they took off.

Regina's unqueenlylike squeal was lost in the wind and roar of the engine.