A/N: Thanks to Alexia (the-notsoevil-queen tumblr) for checking this for me! This story was created as a Secret Santa gift for claraonthecloud tumlbr! I decided to devide it into five short chapters instead of posting one long one-shot. Each chapter takes place on a Friday, one for each Friday until the 25th of December 2015.

November 27th

She wakes up slowly, a profound warmth spreading through her body and making her want to be asleep again just to enjoy it a little longer. Awareness comes suddenly when she feels a strong arm circling her waist and drawing her close to the body it's attached to. Her eyes widen in shock with the realization of what happened the previous night.

Regina Mills doesn't do that. She doesn't sleep with random men while drunk. In fact she rarely gets drunk and she doesn't even remember sleeping with men she didn't know before. Actually, she doesn't remember when the last time she slept with someone was. It was before Henry's eighth birthday, that's for sure. She remembers the disaster her last blind date was a few weeks after her son's birthday party and she cringes with disgust at the memory of the man's creepy way of always looking a little lower than her eyes and touching every part of her body that he could reach.

This man's touch feels different though. It feels safe and gentle, and in no way wrong. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying not to let her mind wander towards that direction. What happened between them is not going to happen again; she can't let her hormones and loneliness get in the way of her logic.

Her mind is trying to figure out ways to leave the bed without him noticing, when she feels him stir behind her and internally curses her luck. She feels him against her bare behind and flashes of their recent activities come to her mind and blur her thoughts. She was drunk, but not drunk enough to lose her judgement. She did everything consciously and she knows he wasn't that drunk either. He probably remembers everything as well, although his memories might be a jumble due to a possible minor hangover.

His arm tightens around her waist for a moment and then his hold loosens, but his arm remains in place. The move is accompanied by a deep intake of breath and she knows he's now awake.

A few seconds later, he retrieves his arm from her body and she shivers at the loss of contact despite being covered with a thick fluffy blanket. She gets the message and it's the chance she was looking for. He wants her to leave and she wants nothing more than to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

She's on her feet in no time, dragging the sheet with her and wrapping it tightly around her naked body. She collects every piece of clothing that belongs to her from the floor and before she steps out of the bedroom, she turns to look at him. Their eyes immediately lock and she realizes that that's where he was looking at, not her body, not her nearly nakedness.

He's as handsome as he was the previous night, his blue eyes alone making her feel wanted and cherished by the gentle way they seem to be looking right through her. There's something else there though, something that didn't exist in the hazy intensity that was the previous night. His gaze hides guilt, a feeling she seems to have hidden deep inside her, but apparently this kind of guilt is new to him. She remembers the sick feeling in her stomach after she realized that she had sex with Graham. They had been going out for months before she was ready to take the next step and still sharing intimate moments with a man that wasn't her lost husband had been disturbing at first. Graham had been sweet and understanding though, and he helped her feel better about her overwhelming emotions.

As she stands by the door, unmoving, her mind tells her that this is not the same thing. She doesn't know the man – Robin, she knows his name is Robin; she learnt that in some brief moments of conversation they had while they were lost in passion – and she has no right to delve deep into his life.

He doesn't say anything and neither does she. She breaks eye contact and reaches the front door in a few quick steps. While she's putting on her wrinkled dress that stinks of alcohol and smoke, her eyes fall on a set of photos hanging on the hallway wall. Regina's heart clenches when she sees the obvious happiness in the woman's smile. She has dark skin and dark hair, and she looks at the equally dark haired toddler in her arms with an amount of love only a mother can show.

Understanding what must have happened, she feels as guilty as she did after her first night with Graham, and maybe even more. She thinks about going back to the bedroom to talk with Robin or to just listen because she knows how important and helpful that could be for him. But that would mean bonding time and a possible connection forming between them, and she knows she can't have that, not after Daniel's death and Graham's failed attempt to win her heart.

So, Regina opens the door and silently exits Robin's house and Robin's life.