Merry Christmas everyone! I loved reading all the advent calendar entries and really wanted to write something myself, I really hope you like this! Please if you liked it leave me a present in the form of a review, they are the best kind of gifts. I worked so hard on this and I hope it's perfect! 😉😘 xxx


Regina should have known that this would happen, this is the way it goes, it's 'only fair', she knows it's the truth really, it is only fair that the people who have families spend Christmas with them. She would have worked it anyway, she did every year, someone had to, right? People didn't just stop getting hurt just because it was the holidays, people still needed help and that's what she was there for, she was there to help the people who needed it the most.

Christmas injuries however, tended to be temperamental, there weren't many serious problems, people with burns from over spirited Christmas puddings or broken toes for turkeys too heavy to carry alone. Another major patient surge was the drunks, especially on Christmas eve, they tended to flock in their droves to the ER, meaning that she had to deal with inappropriate behaviour and vomit, lovely. You'd think being the doctor in charge you'd get out of that duty, but no, on Christmas everyone mucked in, did their part. It was her emergency room, she was the boss.

She didn't have anyone to spend Christmas with anyway, so had nothing better to do with her time, she would have probably sat at home, limiting her alcohol intake and eating a select amount of chocolate, making sure not to overindulge, how sad was that? She hadn't even decorated her house, was never there anyway, if she was, she was there to sleep, before getting back out to save lives again. On the odd day she had off, she was in the library doing medical research, she was slightly obsessed with it, fascinated by new types of treatment and procedures.

She looked at the little tree on her desk in her office, she didn't know how it got there, but someone must have left it for her whilst she was out in the thick of it. She ran her fingers over the tiny tinsel that was woven around the plastic branches, it even had tiny gold lights that sparkled. She sighed and rubbed her face, her shift hadn't even begun yet and she was already dreading it, working on the night of Christmas eve was the worst, especially when the snow was coming down like it was, she had a feeling that they were going to be having quite a few patients with fractures.

She stood up from her desk and made her way out into the main reception area, straight away she noticed the puddling water in the hallway that had been brought in because of the snow, she knew right there and then, that this was going to be a long night.


It was Regina's first break of the night, she wasn't usually one for taking breaks, but after that shift, she'd be damned if she didn't get her caffeine fix. Hurrying into the café, which was surprisingly busy considering it was eleven pm on Christmas Eve, she scooted up to the counter, skipping the line and avoiding a few angry customers.

"Skews me lady, but there's a queue you know."

"Skews me," she imitated, "but I am busy saving lives out there, giving up my Christmas eve to those in need, so are you going to allow me my coffee, or do I have to queue whilst more innocent people die?" She knew it might be slightly extreme, but that was how badly she needed this drink.

"Sorry doc, you get your coffee."

"Thank you," she nodded, before smiling at him, "merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too."

She turned to the woman behind the counter and literally groaned, "Ruby, hit me up."

"God, I swear you were a drug addict in a past life."

"There's a difference between caffeine and drugs." She scoffed.

"Hmm, they're both addictive and both bad for your health, show me the differences."

"Have you got time to come down and look at my medical files?"

"No."

"Then make me the god darn coffee already."

"Yes mam." Ruby laughed, moving over to the coffee machine.

"Oh, Ruby wait."

"Yeah?"

She lowered her voice and leaned in, "I'm feeling festive, make it a gingerbread latte instead of my usual and tell no one."

"Oh wow, stepping it up." Ruby teased, pressing the correct buttons.

"I trust you'll be discreet," she smirked.

"Aren't I always?"

"Hmm," Regina chuckled. Ruby was never discreet, unless told to be, then of course she kept her word, but she was most definitely the one to go to for gossip, she harboured everyone's gossip, spanning all eight floors of the hospital. Ruby was one of her closest friends in this place, she knew all of her orders, usually being able to guess what she wanted before she knew herself. Today though, she felt like a little treat, after all it was Christmas and if couldn't treat herself now, then when could she?

"Whipped cream?"

"I shouldn't…"

"Get the whipped cream." A familiar voice sounded behind her.

She turned around to see a man in scrubs stood behind her, his blue eyes shining as he looked at her, the dimples pressed into his cheeks; this man was the bane of her existence, had been ever since he had first temped for her two years ago. "No, you are not here tonight."

"Ooh, love you too your majesty."

"You mean to tell me, that I have to work the night shift on Christmas eve and Christmas day till five, with you?"

"Oh I knew you'd be excited about it," he quipped throwing in his order for his coffee, flashing a wink at Ruby.

"Urgh," Regina rolled her eyes, "I think I'd be more excited should my mother come in and decide to work a shift with me."

"She really hates her mother," Ruby threw in, passing her the drink which she had topped with the cream.

"Aww come on, where's your Christmas spirit?" He asked, nudging her playfully.

"It died when I saw you, if you'd excuse me," she paid Ruby and squeezed past him.

"I swear I'll have you carolling by the end of the night!" He called after her.

She turned and walked backwards for a short while, "good luck with that, I hope you have something to frazzle my brain with, because unless you have developed mind control, it's not going to happen."

"You'll be singing."

"I don't sing."

"Dancing then."

"And I definitely don't dance, just stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours."

"And if I don't want to stay out of your way?"

"I'll kick your ass." She cast him a fake smile which was dropped immediately as she rolled her eyes and left the room.

"Wow, good luck with her," Ruby chuckled, "you are going to need it."

"It shouldn't be too hard," he shrugged, taking his coffee from her and walking in the same direction Regina had just walked off in.


Five hours later and it was four am Christmas morning, she was glad that Robin had seemingly respected her wishes and stayed out of her way, she couldn't deal with having to look at his smug grin which was ever present on his handsome face. She was sat in the staff room taking a small break when she heard the door open. Speak of the devil, Robin Locksley walked in with that same grin adorning his features, "fancy seeing you in here."

"Why? I work here," she scoffed, sipping the drink that was in her hand.

"Hmm, but I thought the queen didn't congregate amongst her constituents."

She glared at him before standing up and stepping closer, he was infuriating and it annoyingly turned her on, not that she would admit that to anyone else, "oh I congregate, just not with you."

"What's so bad about me?"

"Do I really have to go through the whole list?" She rolled her eyes.

"If you would."

"I don't think that I have time for that, I don't have a whole year to spare."

"Ouch," he chuckled, "that burned."

"Good, you're a doctor, you'll know how to treat it." She sassed, she loved their banter, it was exciting and as much as she might pretend to hate him, it was only a mild dislike, he stepped on her toes, that was why she had formed this opinion of him, he was too cocky for his own good and it frustrated her to no end.

"Yes I will, or I could get you to treat me."

"I am obligated to treat you, but it doesn't mean that I would be happy about it," she smirked, literally shoving her coffee into his hands, "since you have yourself classed as my willing servant, be a dear and clean this mug would you."

She watched him as he looked at the mug, he smirked at her before bringing it to his lips and taking a sip. She turned her nose up, but felt something stir deep inside her, he was drinking from her mug, it was cold coffee, but that wasn't the point. "Mmm." He moaned, "delicious."

She stared at him in shock before shaking her head, "you are one disgusting man."

"What?" he chuckled, "you weren't drinking it, it's a shame to waste good coffee."

"I'd hardly call it good coffee, it's been sat on the counter about half an hour."

"If you made it, it's good."

"I didn't make it, my staff nurse did."

"Tell me that now," he scoffed, placing it down on the counter and standing in front of her.

"Are you going to let me pass?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Regina, I think we got off to a bad start."

"What on earth made you think that?" She chuckled humourlessly as she looked at him.

"I have no idea," he shook his head, "truce?" He held his hand out for her to shake.

She rose a single eyebrow at him before nudging her way past him and towards the door, "in your wildest dreams."

"You always are," he winked.

She chuckled, shaking her head as she left him alone in the staff room. Once she was out of sight she leant her back against the wall and placed her head in her hands, "what the hell was that?" she muttered. He was flirting with her, or seemed to be, either that or it was his way of teasing her, it caused something to rise within her, something that shouldn't be there, it really shouldn't, she didn't have time to have thoughts like that, have desires that wouldn't come true.

She wasn't one for relationships, she hadn't really ever met her match in anyone, nobody had lived up to her incredibly high standards, but she had been the one to build them that high, she had built her wall so high that not even a fully armed battalion could bring them down. Yet here she was in a situation where one wink from Robin Locksley had make a dent in that wall, it was now like a game of Jenga and he was taking out the bricks piece by piece, making the tower increasingly less stable.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard one of her nurses shouting for her, "Dr Mills!"

"Coming," she looked up and hurried over to where there was a young girl laid on a portable bed, "can someone please clean up that puddle in the entrance!" she shouted, before coming to the bedside, "what do we have here?" She asked, looking up at the paramedics as she took the clipboard with the notes he was holding out.

"This is Lucy Colter, six years old, she's been complaining of chest pains, we gave her 10 of morphine, GCS 15, BP 140/80, SATS 96%."

"Okay, thanks," she placed the board at the end of the bed and smiled at the little girl, "hi Lucy, my name's Dr Mills and I'm going to take a look and make sure that everything's okay, is that alright with you?" When the little girl nodded shyly, Regina turned to the paramedic, "do we have a parent or guardian?"

"Yes, a father."

"Good, please send him though." She turned back to the little girl and gasped, "look at those, is that Ariel?" She asked, taking in her pyjamas as she tried to comfort her.

"Ariel is my favourite," she whispered.

"Well, she is a great Disney princess," Regina chuckled, "so then Lucy, do you think I might be able to use this to take a listen of your heart?" She held up the orange stethoscope that was hanging around her neck.

The girl's grasp tightened around a doll she was holding onto, as she looked up at her in fear. Regina knew that new tactics were in order, "okay, how about you listen to my heart beat?" She took off her stethoscope and found her heartbeat before passing the little girl the earbuds so that she could listen, "can you hear that?" She asked.

Lucy's eyes went wide as she nodded, "I hear it."

"So, how about we have a little listen to your heart then, that way I can find out what's wrong with you? Then you can get home in time for Santa." She grinned, "we can't have you being sick on Christmas, can we?" She shook her head, "good." She pressed the stethoscope in place lightly and listened for a little while, sighing she moved it lower over the lungs. "Okay, good girl, how long have you been feeling poorly?"

"I don't know."

"Have you had a cough?"

"Hmm," she nodded.

"Right I think…"

"Lucy!"

Regina's eyes went wide and she stopped in her tracks, holding onto the bed to help stable herself, that voice was familiar. She took a deep breath and turned around.

"Regina?" Pale eyes stared at her and she looked back at a man she hadn't seen in years, a man she thought that she would never see again.

"Daniel."

"Papa!" The little girl reached out towards him.

"I'm here baby," he soothed, brushing his fingers through the light hair that covered her head.

"You have a daughter?" Regina asked, her heart constricting a little; they'd had so many plans together, plans for the future they wanted, she would become a doctor whilst he became a lawyer, they wanted children, they wanted everything, but it wasn't to be, as usual Regina was the one to lose everything. Daniel met someone else in his pre-law class and apparently, he fell for her; he cried when it had come to their breakup, but he claimed they weren't compatible, that she was too obsessed with her medicine for it to ever work, for them to ever be truly happy.

He accused her of being too attached to her work, that she had neglected him, not leaving enough time spare for them to spend together and she knew that was partly true, but the thing was with medicine she would just lose track of time, she would get caught up in an interesting case and work on it until she had a cure or something close to one.

Daniel had been one man that she had actually thought she was in love with, one man she saw herself having a future with, but that all changed, it had all disappeared when he left her for a tall, leggy blonde.

"Regina, I haven't seen you in…"

"I know, this isn't about me," she changed her mind, she didn't want to talk to him, she was still rather angry about the way he had left her, "this is about your daughter, she has fluid on her lung."

"What does that mean?" he asked, looking from his daughter up to Regina.

"It means that she has Pneumonia, an infection caused by a respiratory syncytial virus."

"In English?"

"A virus that causes her to have trouble breathing."

"Okay," he nodded, holding his daughter close. Regina looked at them and noticed a wedding ring on Daniel's finger, she felt herself fighting back the tears. "So what can you do?"

"I can…"

"Regina," the curtain opened and Robin came in dressed in a god darn santa hat, where had he even got that? She most certainly hadn't cleared it, she was in charge of what her staff could and couldn't wear. She would usually tease him about it, but not in front of Daniel, never in front of Daniel or any patient for that matter. His hat was dorky adorable yet annoying at the same time. He grinned at her and held up the electronic tablet he was holding, "hi, sorry."

"No, it's fine, what?"

"I just wanted to ask you to take a look at this x-ray."

"Okay," she took it from him and nodded, "hairline fracture to the wrist."

"It's in a funny place though."

"Yes, place it in a plaster cast, make sure not to tilt it."

"Right," he nodded, he went to leave and when Daniel turned away furrowed his eyebrows mouthing something to her, 'you alright?'

She shook her head and offered him a weak smile, 'I'll be fine' she mouthed back.

'You sure?'

'Robin get out,' she cast him a stern look, the last thing she needed was his sympathy over Daniel, or over anything for that matter. He cast her a look that was way too sincere for her liking before leaving.

"Sorry, where was I?"

"Treatment."

"Oh, yes, it's a course of antibiotics, I can also administer…"

"Lucy! Daniel is she alright?" A woman barged past her and hugged Daniel before her daughter, "sweetheart."

Regina looked at her, she was tall and blonde and most likely the woman that Daniel had left her for, she was beautiful even at four in the morning her hair was perfectly curled, her makeup impeccable, how the hell did she manage to look like that this early? Regina felt totally insecure stood in her scrubs, where this woman was in her fancy pant suit. "As I was saying, I can administer fluids through an iv, you should be able to go home in a couple of hours."

"Thanks Regina." Daniel nodded, "we were so worried weren't we." He turned to the woman she only presumed was his wife.

"Yes," she narrowed her eyes slightly, "Regina?"

Oh no, she probably knew who she was, from the way she was looking at her she did, she knew she was Daniel's ex and he had probably bad mouthed her, told her how she was a neglective girlfriend, how she didn't care about him, even when she did more than anything. "Dr Mills," she smiled, avoiding eye contact as she moved towards the little girl lying in the bed. "Okay Lucy, how are you feeling?"

"Will Santa still come?" She looked up at her wide eyed.

"Of course," Regina smiled, "why wouldn't Santa come? You have been a very good girl for me, I am going to send a nurse in and she's going to help you okay?"

"Yes."

"Guess what." Regina rose her eyebrows as she whispered to the little girl.

"What?"

"Do you promise not to tell?" She nodded violently, "okay then, this nurse isn't just any nurse, she's a fairy."

"A fairy!"

"Shushh," Regina chuckled, brushing the girl's hair from her face, "I'll send her in and she can work her magic."

"Wow, oh wow."

"I'll come in and check on you later," Regina nodded, writing something on the chart before hurrying out of the cubicle as quick as she could, trying to escape the awfulness that was in that room, she couldn't deal with it, it was almost as though that woman in there had stolen her family, she was supposed to be the concerned mother, she was supposed to be the one who got to spend Christmas with her husband and child, but Daniel wasn't hers, he hadn't been for a long time, but that didn't mean that he hadn't left a gaping hole in her heart.

She ran a hand across her face and held onto the counter of the nurse's station, "whoa, has someone run you over with a steam roller?"

She turned to see Tink and shook her head, "Daniel's here."

"What?" Her mouth dropped open in shock, "Daniel Daniel?"

Tink knew all about Daniel, she had confessed all on a drunk night out where they had bonded and become the best of friends. "Yes, his daughter has pneumonia, would you go fit her an IV please?"

"Shut up! He has a daughter?!"

"And a wife."

"Oh my god Regina!" Tink grabbed her hand and squeezed it, "are you…"

"I'm fine, get your fairy wings on," she sighed and patted her lightly.

"God Regina, I'm sorry," she picked up the festive wings from behind the counter. "Do you want me to take over?"

"Yes," she smiled, "thanks."

Tink took her by surprise and pulled her into her arms, "you are the bravest person I know."

"Seriously?" Regina rolled her eyes, as she allowed Tink to hug her, "I can deal with this you know, it's been over ten years."

"Still."

"Go, there's a little girl waiting for a magical Christmas fairy to come and heal her, get a move on Tinkerbelle."

"Stay strong."

"Go now before I have to rip the fairy's wings off in front of a small child."

"Ooh no need for violence, seriously though…"

"Tink."

"Consider me gone." She watched Tink walk away and took a deep breath, she knew Tink meant well, but she couldn't take sympathy over a relationship that had ended years ago, even if she still wasn't entirely over it, she thought she was, but in truth she wasn't, seeing him here had just brought it all up again.

She just felt like it wasn't fair, the way Daniel had just dismissed her from his life, thrown her aside as though she were garbage, thrown her aside when he found a better model. It hurt, the feeling that you weren't good enough, to have someone promise you the world and then rip it away from you in one fatal swoop, tear away everything that gave her faith for her future. Should he have asked her to choose, she probably would have chosen medicine, but he shouldn't have, he should have believed that they would have made it work instead of leaving her as soon as it got tough.

He clearly didn't love her enough, didn't care about her as much as she thought he had, she had been replaceable to him and clearly, he had done that, replaced her. She stared at the little lights that were sparking on the tree behind the desk at the nurse's station and wiped her eyes, pretending to be reading some notes.

"Hey."

She closed her eyes and shook her head, "what?" she snapped, she wasn't in the mood for his bullshit, not now, "Robin what do you want?! Why can't you just leave me alone?! Why do you have to be under my feet twenty-four seven?!" She swirled around and nearly knocked the drink he was holding out of his hand.

"You looked like you could do with this," he frowned and handed her the recyclable cup, "you okay?"

"Will everyone just stop asking me if I'm okay! I'm fine."

"If you want to talk…"

"Robin, I don't want to talk and even if I did, there would be no way that it would ever be you I'd choose to talk to, so just do me a favour and leave me alone. Do you not get it, you annoy me! So just get the hell out of my face, would you?!" she pressed the cup back into his hand.

"Fine, I just wanted to…"

"Robin, go find someone else to make into your little project, because do you know what, I'm sick of it," she whispered before walking off in the opposite direction. That was mean, she saw the look on his face, he seemed dejected, she hadn't seen that before and she now felt awful, how was it that that man could wind her up so much, yet at the same time she felt bad for yelling at him. She turned around and watched him, tilting her head as he took off his Santa hat and dropped it on the desk in defeat.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, she had been horrible to him, that wasn't who she was, they bantered with each other, that hadn't been banter, no it was far from it, she had been nasty, a real bitch. There wasn't any way that could have been considered playful; she swallowed down the lump in her throat, for some reason she was feeling worse about how she had behaved with Robin than seeing Daniel again. Shaking her head, she was interrupted by the paramedics bringing in another patient; she needed to think of some way to make it up to Robin Locksley and that was something she never thought she would be saying to herself.


Three hours later and it was 7am Christmas morning, over the course of the night Regina had treated almost twenty people for alcohol poisoning, something that was horrid to treat, she'd had seven fractures, four legs and three arms. She'd had a nap in the on call room at about six, but that hadn't lasted long as she had been woken by one of the nurses due to an RTA where she was needed to perform a procedure in which she was the only one qualified enough to undertake on call.

She hadn't seen Robin, she'd been looking out for him, but she had the feeling that he was avoiding her, she wouldn't blame him, not in the slightest, she'd avoid herself if she could, unfortunately that wasn't a possibility. She was just walking towards the stock room when she bumped into Daniel. She looked up at him and smiled reluctantly, before bypassing her way around him.

"Regina wait," he grabbed her hand and turned her around.

"Let go of me," she breathed, staring at the ground, he let go immediately and she rubbed her wrist lightly. "What do you want Daniel?"

"You've done well for yourself," he nodded.

"Seems you have also, you have a daughter."

"I do, she's the light of my life; I take it you have no children."

"A rather callous assumption," she scoffed.

"You're working Christmas Day."

"I have no one! Is that what you want to hear? Can you just stop rubbing your perfect life in my face please, stop torturing me with what I could have had!"

"Regina I didn't mean…"

"Well you did," she looked up and shook her head, "you're the one who left me, you left, not me. So go back and be happy with your wife and child, just let me do what I do best."

"What's that?"

"Be alone," she cast him an annoyed smile. "I know I push people away, it's just who I am, I get scared and they leave, they always leave," why did she feel like she wasn't talking about Daniel anymore, he was the first to leave, but she had thought that Robin was different, he seemed up for the challenge, he had told her so. She didn't blame him for giving up on her, she was close to giving up on herself, she was most likely going to be alone for the rest of her life, she would have no stories to tell apart from those of interesting case studies.

"It's been ten years."

"I know," she looked over his shoulder and spotted Robin trying to cheer up a little boy who had tears streaming down his face. "I hope you have a great Christmas and you better have bought that little girl all the presents she asked for."

"I think her mother and I went a little overboard this year." He looked behind him and saw Robin, "you like him, I can tell."

"Him?"

"That doctor."

"Maybe," she shrugged, "I think I may have pushed him too far."

"Really? If he doesn't come back and try to woo you, he's not right anyway."

"Like you weren't?" she laughed.

"We were right for a time, but…"

"We changed, I get it; I just feel like I never got the closure you did." She sighed, moving her hair behind her ear, "you broke my heart Daniel."

"I think it's probably time you let someone else fix it."

"I think you might be right," she tilted her head and watched as Robin blew up a rubber glove and drew a face on it with a sharpie from his top pocket.

"Please Regina, don't let me be the person who puts you off finding love again."

"Don't give yourself all the credit, do you really think I'd let you put me off finding love?"

"Yes."

"Shut up," she shoved him rolling her eyes, "anyway I was just leaving to get saline, so."

"We're leaving now and Lucy wanted to say bye before she left."

"I'll be right there."

The realisation hit her and she didn't know why she hadn't seen it sooner, she liked him, she would even go as far to say she was in love with Robin Locksley, god knows how it had happened, she hadn't had a clue about it until now. She missed his constant badgering, missed his witty comments and she hated that there was a rift between them, he wasn't even trying and she hated that. She had probably really upset him and it upset her to think that she had.

Seeing him with that little boy had done things to her, seeing how loving he was, it was amazing. Another sign of his caring nature had been the coffee, he had gone to the trouble of getting her one and she had practically thrown it back in his face, all he had wanted to do was cheer her up and she bit his head off for it.


An hour later and it was 8am, it was around this time when children and adults alike came in with lacerations from packaging on toys and other Christmas related injuries. She had briefly noticed that the weather outside had intensified into a full-on gale and she was sick of having to tell maintenance to mop up the floor. They had several wet floor signs in place and so far, no one had fallen which she saw as a bloody Christmas miracle in itself.

"Hey Tink, is your fairy dust still operational?"

"It's pixie dust Regina," she scoffed playfully.

"Well I'm sorry, is there a difference?"

"Yes as a matter of fact."

"What is it?"

"One I have, the other I don't."

"Touché." She laughed, leaning against the counter, "have you seen Robin?"

"What, Mr Grumpy pants? I swear it's like someone just sucked all the Christmas cheer straight out of him, bam," she smacked her hands together. Regina looked down guiltily, "oh god, what you do now?"

"Why do you assume I did anything."

"You've got that, 'I was a complete ass to someone and ruined their Christmas cheer', look on your face."

"I was horrid to him Tink, completely out of line," she sighed, he probably wasn't ever going to want to talk to her again after how she had behaved and she wouldn't blame him. "I didn't see it."

"What that he's in love with you."

Regina looked at her, feeling completely stunned, shaken to her core, what had Tink just said? For a moment, it had sounded as though she said Robin was in love with her, but that was madness, there was no way that could be possible, he didn't love her, he was just a nice guy, a smug guy, but a nice one nonetheless. Then again what if he did love her? What did she think of that? She had come to the same conclusion that she was in love with him, but to know that it was reciprocated was a different matter altogether. "He's what?"

"I thought you knew," Tink frowned, "everyone knows," her eyes went wide, "shit, you didn't know did you?"

"I had no idea," she breathed, this was crazy, ridiculous, how the hell could everyone have known but her? How had she been so blind?

"My god, he's head over heels, crazily in love with you, has been literally since the first day you met and you yelled at him for not having the correct attire."

"Fuck."

"Regina! Kids," she shook her head, gesturing to the children not too far away in the waiting area.

"I can't believe it."

"I really did think you knew, it was obvious."

"It was seemingly obvious to everyone but me."

"Hmm," Tink nodded.

"I need to go and process this, preferably in a dark room where there is lots of coffee," she took a deep breath and took off as quick as she could towards the staff room. Once she was in there, she spotted Robin's Santa hat abandoned on the side, she picked it up and ran her fingers over the material; smirking to herself she placed it on her head.

She needed to find him, needed to talk to him, she hurried back out onto the ward on a mission, but she was so caught up in the idea of going to Robin and apologising, maybe telling him how she felt, that she forgot about the wet floor signs and before she knew it her feet were flying out from under her, she fell backwards and that was the last thing she remembered before everything went black.


Regina's eyes flickered open and she felt a pain in her arm, she groaned and moved, looking around her she realised that she was in a cubicle and there was a doctor looking at the monitor at the side of her. He turned around and quickly moved beside her, "god, you scared me so much, Regina..."

"What happened?" She groaned as Robin perched on the edge of her bed and moved her hair behind her ear.

"You slipped…"

"On the wet floor in the entrance," she huffed shaking her head, "how many times did I have to ask them to mop that up?"

He chuckled, "I'm guessing a lot."

"You'd be guessing right." She nodded. He smiled briefly before standing up, she immediately reached out and grabbed his hand, "where are you going?" She asked in alarm.

"I assumed I'd be the last person you wanted around here."

"Well you can't get two right in a row can you," she chuckled lightly.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Regina, you made yourself quite clear and I apologise for pestering you the way I did, I know now that you don't like me, nor do you want to try and work together, so I am going to respect that, I'll stay out of your way from now on." He moved to the curtain and she sat up quickly, probably too quickly.

"No! Please don't!"

He turned and shook his head, "don't mess with my feelings."

"I'm not, I want you to stay with me, I know I was a bitch and I am so sorry Robin, you were trying to be nice, you were nice and what I said was uncalled for, I'm a horrible person, I wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to talk to me again after the way I was with you, but I don't want that, I don't, in fact I want quite the opposite."

He tilted his head at her and then there it was, that smirk was back, she had missed it, never more so than in the past couple of hours. "Did you just apologise?" He asked, grinning as he moved back over to her, sitting in the chair beside the bed.

"Don't get used to it, it's not something I do often," she offered him a smile as she pulled her lip between her teeth, "so, what's my diagnosis Dr Locksley?"

"Oh I think you'll live."

"Really, well that is a relief," she moved her hands to her head and realised that something was missing, she frowned at Robin.

"Looking for this?" He asked holding up his hat.

"Ah, you found it?"

"I was rather shocked when they told me that you had fallen on the water, so you can imagine my surprise when I rushed out to find you, Dr Scrooge, wearing a festive item of clothing. I thought you said that your Christmas spirit was none existent."

"Maybe I was visited by a ghost of Christmas past, then I suppose a fairy of Christmas present and the impending lack of future tends to kick you into shape." She chuckled, moving her hand out so that her fingers brushed with his, "Robin," she took a shaky breath, "did I ruin your Christmas?"

"Nah," he shook his head, "but something tells me you'll be clocking off early; still got time to give us a little song?"

"Will you forgive me if I do?" She sighed.

"Where's the Regina I know and love?" He asked.

Her breath hitched when he said that and she realised that he had said something similar earlier and she hadn't thought anything of it, but Tink's revelation had really kicked her into seeing a different perspective. "Robin, I know."

"Know what?" He asked, threading his fingers with hers.

"I know how you feel, about me."

He chuckled, "took you long enough to work it out." He grinned, moving his other hand to her cheek, "how do you feel about it?"

"I have to say I was rather shocked to begin with, I thought you just like to tease me, mess with my feelings."

"Oh I did, but that didn't mean I didn't love you."

Her eyes went wide as she stared at him, "do you know how long it's been since I was in love?" she asked, running her thumb across his skin.

"No, but I'm guessing you're going to tell me."

She sat up and pulled him closer to her, so that he was sat on the bed with her, "ten years," she sighed, "since then I have had meaningless little flings that weren't satisfying, at all," she shook her head as his grip tightened. "You know how it is, we work, we don't have time for relationships."

"That's an understatement."

"Hmm," she nodded, "well, earlier, when I yelled at you, I had just seen the person that broke my heart all those years ago. He came in with his perfect little family, the beautiful wife and their adorable child. Something in me snapped, he left me for that woman, I was in love with him, we had plans to build our own family and then seeing that, I just…"

"You feel like it should have been yours?"

"It should, but that would have meant sacrificing this," she gestured around, "it would have meant sacrificing who I am."

"You could have still been a doctor."

"We both know that's not true, I couldn't have been a mother and a full-time doctor, there would have been no chance for me to work my way up to the top like I have done, maybe in that respect Daniel did me a favour."

"Regina, you are the best doctor I know and I bet if you wanted to, you could be an amazing mother also."

"One day, I hope so." She stared at him in awe, how could he be so understanding and supportive, it was amazing and she felt her heart flutter in a way it hadn't in a long, long time. His fingers were dancing on her lower arm and she looked up to meet his eyes, the bright blues that she could so easily lose herself in, then her eyes dropped to his lips and she watched his tongue moisten them, then she looked back into his eyes and saw the love mixed with desire that swam there.

She made her mind up and moved her hands to his shoulders before closing the gap between them and pressing her lips to his. It was brief and she pulled back, scanning his features for any indication into what he was feeling. It didn't take her long to get an answer as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her up onto her knees as he kissed her again, one hand moving up to cup the back of her head.

It started off innocent enough, chaste little pecks in rapid succession, but this soon changed as Regina moved her hands to his back and pulled him in closer. She felt a need to deepen their exchange and ran her tongue across his bottom lip, begging for entrance to his mouth, entrance that he allowed. She moaned as she felt his tongue flick across hers in a sensual dance she was eager to experience more of; one of his hands was playing with her hair, whilst the other was playing with the hem of her shirt.

When she felt like she had to stop for air she pulled back and let out a shy giggle, a noise she hadn't made in forever. "Wow," he breathed, his hand still twirling her short locks around his finger. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that, that was amazing."

"It wasn't bad," she shrugged, not expecting her voice to come out as husky as it had done.

"Not bad? It was… you're messing with me," he rolled his eyes.

She laughed and leaned forward to rest her forehead against his, "why didn't we do this sooner?"

He rubbed her cheek lightly, "I think everything happens for a reason and maybe it's all about timing."

"Maybe," she nodded, nuzzling her nose against his, "I have patients to treat."

"No, you need to stay in bed and recover."

"Robin, I'm fine."

"I will not take no as an answer," he pecked her lips again, "you have concussion."

"I need to stay active then," she sassed, "what if you leave me here in this bed and I fall asleep?"

"I am going to assign you someone."

"No, no you are not." She shook her head, she knew exactly who they got to sit with the patients who were experiencing these sorts of symptoms, "Robin, you cannot leave me with her?!"

"Regina, she's a lovely girl."

"If you force me to sit in here with Mary Margaret I swear to god."

"It's only for a few hours, I get off at two, then I will look after you."

"I hate you," she groaned.

"No you don't," he laughed, kissing her lightly, "I'll check up on you soon okay."

She huffed in annoyance, "who's taking care of my patients? My shift was till five, you can't be one doctor down out there, you'll run my ER into the ground."

"We got Whale," he shrugged.

"Seriously."

"Rest you, don't worry."

"Robin, I am putting you in change, if anything goes wrong out there, I hold you responsible, got it?"

"Yes boss."

"Good," she nodded. He began to walk out and she scoffed.

"What?"

She gestured for him to come towards her with her finger and pulled him in, claiming his lips with hers, nipping his bottom lip slightly, before soothing it with loving licks.

"Miss I think you may be a little delirious," he chuckled, playing with her ear gently, "either that or you are wasting precious doctoring time."

"Oh, and here I was thinking that I was a special patient, or do you go around kissing all of them? If so Dr Locksley I'm afraid that I may have to pursue a…" he cut her off by kissing her again.

"I can assure you, I am kissing no one else."

"Good," she bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him, "bye."

"Bye." He cast her his signature smirk before retreating, leaving her alone in the cubicle.

She dropped back on the bed and smiled to herself, had that really all just happened? She had found herself having a heart to heart with Robin, then all of a sudden, she was jumping him, her lips against his, boy had that felt perfect, it really had. Never had she been happier about puddles forming in the entrance to her ER, it had given her the chance to get close to him, for them to really connect, they already had a connection, but she hadn't ever let him close enough for them to figure out what it was. He had also admitted that he was in love with her, that was massive, she felt as though she loved him too, but she wasn't ready to say it out loud, not yet.

She was glad that they still had the ability to sass each other, truth be told she enjoyed it more now knowing that they both had feelings for one another, it was fun, it really was.


It was currently one fifty-five and Regina had been watching the clock in the on call room move torturously slow for the past four hours; having Mary Margaret keep her company was her worst nightmare, the young woman was like a real-life Disney princess, with her chipper voice and pure optimism, it was slightly infuriating. Did she ever shut up? She seemed to be able to just talk and talk, as though she had an endless bank of conversation starters stored in her brain.

"So you're getting out of here soon?"

"Yes," thank fucking god, she thought closing her eyes.

"It's been so fun catching up with you, with you being the clinical lead and all, we don't really have chance to talk."

"No," she shook her head, picking up the Santa hat that Robin had left on the side for her. She brought it to her nose and inhaled the woodsy smell that it emanated, it was scent that belonged to Robin, she had picked up on it a few times, often snapping at him that he smelt like forest, never telling him that she actually loved it, that it was intoxicating.

"So, do you have any plans for the rest of your Christmas day?"

"I'm not sure."

"I think that cute doctor is planning on looking after you."

"Yes, I think he is," she smiled slightly, toying with the bobble on the top of the hat.

"I see."

"What?"

"You're together?"

"It's new," she shrugged, putting the hat on. At that moment, Robin came through the door and she rose her eyebrows at him, "ho ho ho." She chuckled.

"Come on you, let's get you out of here." He moved over to her and helped her out of bed.

"I can walk," she tutted playfully, grabbing her sweater from the chair, "thank you Mary Margaret."

"Oh it was no bother, Merry Christmas Dr Mills."

"Merry Christmas." She nodded as the other woman left the room. "Oh my god," she released a breath and shook her head, "I think I need my brain wiping just to erase the nonsense that has been forced into it during the past four hours."

Robin laughed and took her hand in his, "are you changing?" he asked, looking at the scrubs she was still wearing.

"Oh," she glanced at him and realised that he was wearing a blue shirt that brought out his eyes, with a pair of denim jeans. "I suppose so," she pulled her top off to reveal the red kami she wore below, then she adorned her red sweater and followed suit with her pants, pulling a pair of jeans over skin tight leggings. "Where are we going?" She asked, as he led them through the hospital towards the exit, her hand tightly wrapped in his.

"It's up to you."

"How about your place?"

"Sure," he smiled, stopping in the middle of the entrance hall.

"What are you doing?" she asked, looking at him in confusion. He shrugged and glanced up, she followed his gaze and spotted the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. She rose her eyebrows at him, "how do you suppose that got there?"

"I have no idea Dr Mills, but I do believe it's tradition."

"It is," she nodded, "I'm guessing that means we have to honour the tradition, however much I believe this was all set up."

"Afraid so," he moved one hand to cup her face, as the other went to her waist and he pulled her towards him. "I intend to honour this tradition and then some," he pressed his lips to hers and she hummed in approval, her arms coming around him. She wasn't usually a fan of this sort of thing but she was caught up in the feeling of his lips against hers, feeling the warmth of his mouth, his tongue entwined with hers.

They were broken apart by cheering and whooping, Regina looked down shyly as Robin laughed and kissed the top of her head. She glanced up to see the nurses and other doctors all congregating. "Merry Christmas everyone," she chuckled, "now get back to work." She wrapped her arm around Robin as he pulled her against his side, leaning her head on his shoulder they walked out together, having thoroughly announced their new relationship.


Robin pushed the door to his house open and Regina was hit by the smell of Christmas, pine trees, she knew for certain that he must have a real one somewhere in his house. She was glad that she hadn't suggested going back to hers, she hadn't decorated at all, her place was rather sterile. Robin's couldn't have been further away, it was a homely cottage hidden away, it truly was beautiful, built up from old stone with flower baskets on the windows and everything.

"Wow, it's like something out of a fairy-tale," she gasped, looking around, the inside was just as impressive, the brink work was visible on some of the walls, whilst others had been covered in a light grey colour which was homely. There were the old pieces of art, with a painting of a tranquil beach scene hanging above the fireplace.

"I know, that's why I was drawn to it, I thought it was quirky."

"Oh I love it," she smiled, looking over at the tree that was topped with a beautiful star, she looked at it in awe, wishing that she had made the decision to have a tree in her own house.

"I'm glad," he nodded, "make yourself at home, what's mines yours."

She walked further into the living room and looked over everything, there was a small television, she could tell that it probably wasn't used all that much, but it was there should it be needed. Then something in the corner of the room caught her eyes and she made her way towards it, it was a massive bookshelf with rows upon rows of medical textbooks, journals etc. She grinned and picked one up, there were post its stuck on many of the pages, with his writing scrawled across them. "You have a great collection."

"Ah, guilty pleasure I'm afraid."

"Snap," she chuckled, placing it back down.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked, placing his hands on her waist.

"Yes please."

"Well come along then, I'll show you the kitchen."

The kitchen was just how she would have imagined it to be, it fit in well with the living room, like an old farmhouse style kitchen, a poinsettia placed in the middle of a wooden table, there was garland as well and she found herself wondering if it was a permanent fixture, rather than something that was just for the festive season.

"So milady, I can offer you wine, whisky…"

"Wine would be perfect." She smiled.

"I have you down as a red kind of woman."

"Red all the way," she agreed.

"So I was planning on making Christmas dinner for one, but I have enough food to last me all week, so shall we?"

"You were going to eat Christmas dinner alone?" She asked solemnly, before realising that should she have gone home, she would probably have been eating a ready meal for one or yesterday's leftover take out.

"And you weren't?"

"No I wouldn't have bothered," she chuckled, nursing the glass of wine he had just poured for her.

"Well' here's to not spending Christmas alone," he rose his glass.

"Here here," she clinked hers with his, taking a sip whilst maintaining eye contact, she had a feeling that this was going to be her best Christmas yet.


She and Robin were sat in front of the fire, wine glasses in hand, they'd had an amazing dinner and had been talking non-stop all afternoon, working their way into the night. She should be tired, she should be wanting sleep, but she wasn't, on the contrary, she was wanting something very different, but she didn't want to push it, their relationship was still very new, even if Robin had been in love with her for the past two years.

She chuckled at something he said and leant against him, placing her drink down on the fireplace, "I had a wonderful evening Robin," she smiled.

"You're leaving?" He asked, the happy look on his face wavering a little.

"I should get going, that is if you want me to."

"I don't," he shook his head, "I don't want to pressure you into anything Regina, just know that I love you. I don't want to freak you out by telling you this, but it's the truth. I think you are the most amazingly, fascinating, complex woman I have ever met. We had an amazing night and I don't know if I'm ready for it to be over yet."

"Neither do I." She breathed.

"I'll sleep on the couch, you can take my bed."

"I don't think so," she shook her head.

"You have to leave then?"

"No," she moved closer, she wasn't using her brain at this moment, she was simply following her heart, following her heart to him. "I don't think there's any reason for you to stay on the couch, do you?" She asked, her hand running up his leg, working from his knee to his inner thigh.

He smirked at her, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, "are you sure?"

"Quite sure," she nodded, moving her position so that she could press her lips to his with more force, "do you mind if I use the restroom? I want to freshen up first."

"Of course," he nodded, "I'll just head upstairs then."

She moved into the bathroom and took a deep breath, she wondered what underwear she had on, she hoped to god that she had matched her panties with her bra. She ran her fingers through her hair before pulling off her sweater and kami in one swoop, revealing a deep burgundy lace bra. She let out a breath of relief as she realised she had her matching set on. She removed her jeans and looked at herself in the mirror, she looked good considering she hadn't slept for almost twenty-four hours, but she was used to it, used to working the long shifts.

She did everything else that she needed to do, before leaving the bathroom in only her underwear; she crept down the corridor looking for his bedroom, she found it and pushed the door open to find him lighting candles, leaning against the frame she watched him for a while, also taking the opportunity to get a better look at his room, especially the four poster bed that sat in the middle, red tartan bedding adorning it, just another festive embellishment, Robin really was a fan of Christmas wasn't he. "Hi," she breathed.

He turned to look at her, his eyes running up and down her form in appreciation, "wow, you are so beautiful."

"Thank you," she whispered, walking further into the room and shutting the door behind her. He moved over to her, he had discarded his shirt and pants and was stood in front of her wearing only his boxers, which were covered in little candy canes, she let out a snort of laughter and covered her face, "just when I thought you couldn't be any more obsessed with this holiday."

"It's my favourite holiday and I just happened to receive the best present ever this year."

"What's that?"

"Well, someone left me an angel."

"You really need to work on those one liners," she smiled, pressing her lips to his, her hands running across his bare back as she mapped out his skin.

"They seem to work on you your majesty."

"Hmm," she slipped her hands under the waistline of his boxers and stroked the base of his back. "Sometimes they do."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh," she crashed her lips against his, dominating slightly as she sought entry to his mouth. Then his hands were on her hips and they were walking backwards, their lips still attached. Her legs bumped against the bed and she let out a startled yelp, causing him to laugh and lift her unsuspectingly onto the mattress, lying her down in the middle.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her in a way that made her feel loved and cherished, she could see the emotion in his eyes, see how much this meant to him and it meant a lot to her too, it really did, this was the first time she was opening her heart to someone, willingly allowing someone in, dropping all her defences and just being willing to submit, to feel something and it was amazingly perfect.

He ran his thumb across her cheek, "stunning, in every way." He moved his lips down the column of her neck, his stubble a wonderful contrast to the softness of his mouth as he sucked lightly at her skin.

She let out a breathy "Robin" as she ran her hands down his back, drawing little patterns across his skin. His hand then moved behind her and she knew what he was doing, especially when the elastic slackened and he removed her bra, revealing her breasts to him. She heard him groan and a satisfied smirk made its way onto her face, she was the cause of that noise, she had been the one to affect him in that way. She felt exactly how she was affecting him and it was pressed against her leg.

His kisses carried on their journey before he reached her breasts and he took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling it around it with his tongue. She hadn't felt like this in so long, it had been what seemed like forever since someone touched her like this and now she couldn't get enough of it. There was a throbbing between her legs, one that was being neglected by Robin, he was now on her other breast after leaving one with a hardened peak it was it's twins turn. She wriggled her lower half, desperate for him to pay her some attention there, "Robin," she moaned scratching her nails lightly up his back, resulting in a sound from him that made her even more turned on. "Oh Robin," she gasped.

"Do you know how much I've wanted to touch you, just to feel you?" he whispered against her skin, his breath washing over her taut nipple and causing shivers to run down her spine. "All the times I fought for the temping position at your hospital, just so I could see your smile? It's like a magic all of its own that smile, it's the smile I see every time I close my eyes," his kisses were moving down, lower and across her abdomen, "I'd dream that one day you'd notice and now you have and you're here with me," he chuckled nuzzling her lightly.

She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, "I wish you'd told me," she sighed, "let me know how you felt."

He laid his head on her stomach looking up at her, his fingers dancing across her ribs, "I think, this is perfect timing." He kissed her just above her pantie line, "would you let me…"

"Robin."

"Hmm?"

"Touch me," she breathed. He grinned up at her and hooked his fingers around the fabric of her last remaining piece of clothing, before bringing them down slowly.

Once he pulled off her panties, he dropped them to the floor. Suddenly she felt slightly conscious and looked down; he was staring at her in awe and it was amazing, "you are gorgeous," he reached out and touched her lightly, parting her folds and brushing his fingers over her clit, causing her to arch into him, he was giving her the sensations she needed, but she needed it to be harder, needed more pressure than this simple teasing. Then he took her completely by surprise and lowered his head down, swiping his tongue through her slit, dipping it inside her before landing on her clit and circling her with his tongue.

"Oh yes," she breathed, her fingernails scratching against his scalp, causing him to let out a groan which vibrated against her, she let her approval of his actions be known and called out to him, "Robin." She watched him as he lapped at her, making slurping noise which shouldn't turn her on but did, it made her even wetter.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and grazed his teeth across it, before soothing it with a swirl of his tongue that had her hissing as the pleasure rippled through her body. The hand that was at the side of his head, moved to the back of his neck as she pushed herself closer to him. He chuckled against her; she was absently aware of his hand moving up her leg, swirling over her skin making its way towards where his mouth was. However, instead of giving her what she needed and pushing his fingers inside her, he moved back down again, she made a noise of disapproval knowing he was teasing her, always the tease.

"Please Robin."

"You taste so good," he muttered releasing her clit and breathing against her, before kissing every part of her, every part that was aching and throbbing with her pent-up release. She bent her legs so that her feet were flat against the mattress, his head pressed tight between her thighs, she was panting now and knew she was close, she needed him to use his hand and he probably knew that from the teasing way he was stroking her.

The hand that wasn't pressing his head against her came up allowing her to stimulate her breasts, it still wasn't enough, "Robin, stop with the…"

"Sorry," he chuckled, "I wanted to treasure you."

"I'm so close," she breathed, then she felt his fingers playing with her entrance, he circled her carefully, his touch light as a feather, tickling her.

"So wet," he breathed, "so beautiful." He pushed his finger inside her, not far enough though, still teasing, she knew when she did come that it was going to be powerful. He entered her further, his one figure finding that spot inside her and causing her to let out a little whimper of pleasure. He smirked and added another finger, his tongue still swiping at her clit.

She began to shake, her breaths coming out sharp and quick as she arched up into him, "Robin, yes… oh god yes!" He picked up the speed, plunging his fingers in and out of her soaking wet core, still managing to curl them against that spot that had her seeing stars. She was literally moving up off the bed and his other hand had to hold her in place. "Oh fuck... Robin… oh, oh, yessssss!" She crashed into her orgasm, it washed over her like a tidal wave that was powerful to throw even the most talented sailor overboard.

She was panting and could feel her walls contracting around his fingers, he helped her ride it out, slowing slightly, moving his tongue to lick around her clit instead of applying pressure to the area that was throbbing with sensitivity. He pulled his fingers out from inside her and moved up her body, kissing her as he went, until he reached her lips. She looked into his eyes and cast him a satisfied smile, "I take it that was good for you?" He chuckled, stroking her side gently.

"That was perfect for me," she nodded, nudging his nose with hers. She looked down at the tent in his boxes and felt it growing again, how was that possible so soon after release? She didn't know, but she wanted him, properly this time, she wanted to come around his cock, wanted to feel him inside her more intimately so that every part of them was touching. Her hand ran down his body and she moved it inside his boxers to surround his hard cock, casting him a smirk, she pulled at his remaining piece of clothing, throwing the candy canes to the ground to reveal him to her.

She licked her lips and began to move her hand, earning a groan from him, especially when she bent her head and pressed a kiss to his tip and swirled her tongue around him, making sure to toy with the little veins that ran up the expanse of his shaft. Her hand came to play with his balls and she looked up to see him watching her, his bottom lip secured between his teeth. He's practically throbbing in her hand, clearly eating her out had done wonders when it came to turning him on, he's hard, incredibly so and she just wants to feel him inside her, be close to him.

As if reading her mind, he reached out and pulled her up, laying her on the bed before hovering above her again, "I needed to touch you," he groaned, his hand coming to her breast as he massaged it sensually, dipping his head to press a kiss to each, then merging their lips. She could still taste herself on his lips, but now it was mixed with the taste of him and it was sexy as hell. He cupped her cheek, nuzzling her gently, pressing his forehead against hers. "Do you know how much I love you?"

Her heart swelled and she smiled at him, "I think I do and I am falling in love with you Robin, I really am," she pressed her lips against his, "Robin…"

"Hmm?"

"Make love to me," she whispered.

"Let me just get a…"

"I'm on birth control," she breathed, knowing exactly what he was going to get, although they were in the middle of a passionate exchange, she still had to be safe, it was the doctor in her, she couldn't just be careless with these things, "are you…"

"I'm clean. Are you sure you don't want me to wear…"

"Definitely."

He grinned at her and ran a hand down her body, brushing against her clit again as he tested if she was still ready, which of course she was, she was absolutely soaked, wetter than she had ever been, Robin had already given her the best orgasm of her life and that was just from his tongue, she hadn't even experienced his cock yet.

He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing sensually in a French kiss envied by all others. They joined their fingers, linking them together as Robin grasped his cock with his over hand and moved it to her entrance, "you ready?" He asked, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Yes," she breathed; their eyes still connected, he pushed into her slowly, filling her as she arched into him off the bed. It felt like pure heaven to have him inside her, it took her a little while to get used to it as he was bigger than any lover she had taken previously, but the way he stretched her was amazing, "wow," she moaned, pulling his lips to hers.

Then he was moving, starting agonisingly slow, brushing the spot inside her that made her see stars; their hands were connected on the pillow behind her head as he rocked into her, their foreheads still touching. It was the most intimate and loving encounter she had ever had, the way he looked into her eyes with pure adoration took her breath away. They were both making little noises but she had a feeling that by the time she was ready to come again, she would be waking Robin's neighbours should he have had any.

He picked up the pace a little, sliding in and out of her quicker, it was silent in the house bar the noises made by the two of them, the little groans, whimpers and moans, not to mention the slapping of skin that was coming together in the heated throngs of passion. She felt her eyelids flutter as he hit a certain part inside her, one of his hands slipped down to her upper thigh, brushing across it, before moving to her knee and bringing her leg up allowing him to enter her at a new, deeper angle. Her breath caught and now she couldn't stop herself from crying out on every thrust, it was sheer perfection.

It was building and she and Robin were chasing it together, both seeking out their release, her grasp on his hand tightened as she fought not to close her eyes. His thrusts were sharp, hitting the target each time, made easier by her wetness, it allowed him to push inside her without resistance. "I'm close," she cried, as he pecked her lips lovingly.

"Me too," he groaned, closing his eyes for the briefest moment, his movement was becoming less controlled and increasingly frantic, she knew he was telling the truth about being near to his peak. Then his hand was rubbing her clit and she couldn't contain herself any longer, beginning to babble nonsense about him being amazing, that she was so wet, so close. It didn't even sound like her, her voice was high affected by their actions as she drew out her words.

Her hips bucked against his as she arched her back, she felt her walls beginning to contract around his cock, squeezing him tightly as she spiralled out of control, into that place again, her orgasm consuming her whole body in a way she couldn't and would never want to stop. "Yes Robin, yes, yes, oh god yes!"

"Regina," he breathed, "I'm…"

"Come with me Robin," she whispered, her fingers scratching the back of his head. Then he was there too, coming inside her, she couldn't care less, it felt amazing, her whole body was shaking as he pumped into her a couple more times before halting and dropping on top of her, making sure not to crush her as he held himself up on his arm, his fingers running through her hair that was now slightly damp.

No words were necessary in that moment, she just listened to their breathing begin to even out, her hand gently brushing over his lower back. She closed her eyes, she was truly shattered, she felt his lips press against her shoulder and she smiled contently. Then she heard him chuckle softly, "what?" she asked? Hugging him as she he slipped out of her and moved to relieve her of the burden of his weight. She moved into his arms and wrapped a leg around him. She felt as though she could sleep for a week, she was shattered, barely able to keep her eyes open as she snuggled against his naked body.

He pulled the quilt up over them and held her tight, kissing her hair, "I was just thinking," she felt his mouth morph into a smile against her head.

"About what?" She questioned, half asleep, unable to even raise her head to look at him.

"Something we said to each other earlier," his fingers were trailing along her back, running from her shoulders to her ass and then back up following their original path.

She hummed contentedly, half listening to him, she'd had one hell of a day, so she wasn't surprised she couldn't stay awake. Her hand was clutching to his shoulder as her head laid on his chest. She hadn't had this in so long, she's had nights alone for too many years now and she had missed having these special moments where she could just snuggle in someone's embrace; she wasn't comfortable to do this with just anyone, but Robin wasn't just anyone.

"I promised you that I'd make you sing," he laughed.

She opened her eyes and smirked at him, she had definitely done that, she had been loud, unable to stop herself from crying out. "I don't sing for just anyone you know," she whispered, skirting her lips across his collarbone.

He laughed and his grasp on her tightened. "Merry Christmas Regina."

"Merry Christmas Robin," she breathed, her eyes falling shut as she slipped into a comfortable slumber.

Regina Mills wasn't usually a festive person, but following that particular year, she became a keen participant within the festivities, especially when it came the blue eyed doctor that had given her Christmas spirit and the ability to believe in love again.


Could possibly write second chapter if interested, maybe for New Year. If you want it, let me know. :)