A/N: This came about after thinking about how cute it'd be to see Regina teaching Robin about modern day things. I love this ship so much already and it's so much fun to write for them! I hope you enjoy! This is a very special one for me as it's my 150th published work on this site!

Robin discovers the radio and tries to persuade Regina to dance.

"And what is this?" Robin asked motioning to the black box.

Regina came around his side. "It's called a radio." She answered. "It plays music."

Robin's brow lifted in intrigue. "Does it? Fascinating..." He observed the object curiously. "How does it work?"

She pointed. "Turn that knob there."

He followed her line of sight and placed his hand over the knob, glancing over his shoulder at her to confirm and she nodded. He turned the knob and the radio clicked on and there was a second of static before classical music came softly drifting out of the speakers.

Robin's eyes widened and he leaned down to get a better look at the device, his fingers brushing over the speakers, feeling the soft vibrations against his fingers. "Remarkable." He breathed. "And you are certain this is not magic?"

She laughed softly. "Yes, I'm certain. This world is just very different from ours."

"There's no denying that." He muttered, still fascinated by the device and his fingers formed around another knob. "What does this one do?" He asked and twisted it before she could have a chance to answer him and within a second the sound of a screeching guitar solo came blaring out of the speakers and he jumped back, his hand automatically reaching for the quiver that wasn't there.

"What in God's name..." He turned a panicked look to Regina and she held back a laugh past the smirk on her lips.

She reached over the shut the radio off, finding too much amusement in his reaction.

"It's called rock and roll." She explained.

"This world calls that music?" He remarked in astonishment.

"This world has a variety of music and yes that is one of them."

"Goodness..." He shook his head. "This world is strange."

"It is enjoyable to some."

He raised his brow curiously. "To you?"

She gave a light shrug. "On occasion."

He observed her thoughtfully and then a smirk tugged at his lips, amusement teasing at his eyes. "It does rather suit you."

She scoffed lightly, her brow raising. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

He lifted his shoulders innocently. "Just that...on occasion...you can be quite loud."

Her eyes narrowed slightly as a mischievous smirk crossed her lips. "Oh you have no idea."

He looked back at her in surprise and then he was smirking too. "Is that so?"

She hummed in affirmation, raising her brow pointedly.

"Well then..." His voice dipped lower as he took a few, slow steps toward her and she tried to ignore the fluttering deep inside her. He was so close that she could see every speck of blue in his smothering, warm eyes. "I certainly look forward to finding out."

Anything she might have been able to say got caught in her throat and heat flooded through her body. She could not believe what this man did to her.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest and part of her wanted to slap that smirk off his lips...while another just as equal part wanted to kiss it off.

He moved away before she could even be tempted and she let out a slow breath through her nose, clearing her head.

She rubbed the back of her neck, feeling the flushed skin there and then ran her fingers through her hair, her brow furrowing as she saw him walking back over to the radio.

He turned the radio back on and only flinched slightly at the loud music wafting through and then he moved his hand to the other dial and twisted it back until the classical music came drifting out.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

He looked over his shoulder at her with a warm smile and then turned to face her, extending his hand out. "Mi'lady...may I have this dance?"

She stared at his outstretched hand and then looked back at him before scoffing, crossing her arms over her chest as she took a step back. "I don't dance."

His brow twitched as his head turned curiously. "Don't dance? You are a Queen."

"The evil queen if you recall...I didn't really throw very many balls and even so, I was never too fond of dancing."

"Well we will have to change that, won't we?" He took a step closer to her, glancing down at his still outstretched hand.

She narrowed her eyes slightly. "You plan on throwing me a ball?"

"I plan on dancing with you." He answered swiftly and then wiggled his fingers, raising his brow expectantly.

Regina rolled her eyes and tightened her arms against her chest, turning her gaze away from him.

"I am beginning to think that you can't dance."

Regina's eyes snapped back to him and she frowned. "I can dance."

"Then prove it."

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't have to prove anything to you."

"You're right, you don't...but I think you want to."

She huffed and once again turned to avoid his gaze.

However when she did finally look back to him she was immediately taken in by the pleading look in his eyes and the genuine smile on his lips. Her eyes fell back down to his hand and her stomach flipped at the sight of the lion tattoo practically beckoning her in.

Damn him. Her thoughts growled as she threw her arms to her side and marched forward, placing her hand in his. A thrill shot up her hand and down her spine at their contact and she relaxed somewhat as his smile grew and his fingers wrapped around hers and he drew her in closer.

His other hand slipped around her waist, gripping just above her hip and pulling her even closer. Her other hand found its way to his chest and she felt his heart beating fiercely against her palm.

She couldn't remember the last time she had her hand over someone's heart without the intention of ripping it out of their chest. As grotesquely satisfying as that had been at the time she found this to be immensely more so.

This man had never done anything to harm her and though she was afraid of what he was to her she held no negative feelings toward him. The thought of ripping his heart out even made her sick, after all he was taking such good care of hers. She wanted to protect his heart and more than that she wanted it to rest with her and only in the metaphorical sense.

Her eyes were glued onto his and she felt herself getting lost in them. It was an odd feeling and one she could barely remember having before and she knew a lot had changed since she had. She wasn't sure what it was about him but there was something there that just made her feel so unguarded...and she didn't mind it either.

"You're insufferable." She told him but there was a warmth in her voice and a soft teasing in her eyes.

He grinned back at her. "And yet you're here. I'd say irresistible was the more appropriate word."

She let out a short bark of a laugh. "In your dreams." He was though and they both knew it. The smirk on his lips was more than enough to prove he knew what she actually thought.

"There's no shame in that, Regina. And you needn't worry for the feeling is mutual."

She blinked at him, a smile teasing at her lips. "You find me irresistible?"

"Quite." He gripped her tighter to prove his point and she inhaled sharply. "Don't most?"

She pressed her lips together. "I imagine they find it hard when I'm destroying their lives." And suddenly she hated herself for saying that. Was she trying to push him away?

Yet to her surprise, his brow only twitched and he shook his head in disbelief. "I know what they have said about you...yet I cannot see anything of the sort in the woman that is before me now."

Her eyes softened and a slight smile tugged at her lips. "I have been trying to change."

"Well you appear to be succeeding." He noted and she ducked her head for a moment, trying to hide the genuine smile on her lips.

She cleared her throat and then looked back up at him. "I believe you were going to dance with me? Or are we just standing like this for fun?"

He smirked at her. "Dance we shall, mad'am."

His grip tightened on both her hand and hip and he gave a short nod in the direction they were going to start moving in. He took a few steps and she followed him, their feet moving in perfect sync.

They continued to move in small circles around the room, their eyes never leaving the others. "Very good." He praised with a smile.

"I told you I could dance." She shot back with a satisfied smirk.

"Yes, I stand corrected."

He started to quicken his pace, just slightly to be in perfect time with the music, and she didn't miss a beat in keeping up with him.

"Where did you learn to dance?" She asked him as they continued around the room. "I don't imagine you've been to many balls."

He chuckled softly. "Ah Regina...a man can't reveal all his secrets."

She raised her brow curiously and he simply smirked at her and as there was a slight swell in the music he let go of her hip and spun her outwards and then back in and she was now pressed flesh up against his chest.

She momentarily lost her breath, feeling the warmth of his body seep into her and then they were moving again. No more words were spoken for the remainder of the song as they were too invested in one another and the dance to say anything.

They swayed, and twirled and spun around the room, moving in each other's shadow as if they were one being.

As the song came to its final climax, Robin dropped her hand and slipped his arm around her back and then leaned down to swoop the other under her legs and then she was being lifted off the ground and into his arms.

She let out a small squeak of surprise, threading her arms around his neck and gripping onto him tightly. "Robin!" She protested though it was quickly followed by a small laugh which he joined in with as he spun himself, and her, around until the song finally faded.

A new song quickly followed but they had soon forgotten the music and focused on each other, both slightly out of breath from the dancing and something more.

"Put me down." She demanded unconvincingly.

He smirked. "Is that a command, your majesty?"

"It is, indeed."

His smirk grew into a grin. "And what will you do to me if I don't? Have me beheaded?"

A smirk teased her lips. "Perhaps I'll just steal your heart."

He gave a light shrug. "Go right ahead...though as you've said yourself..." His voice lowered as he met her eyes. "You can't steal something that's been given to you."

Her eyes widened and her breath caught and at his warm, adoring smile, she finally gave in to what she had been wanting to do all day.

Tightening her arms around his neck, she swooped in towards him and pressed her lips against his. A little noise escaped this throat in surprise but he was quickly and eagerly returning her kiss.

They had kissed before but it was only the once and neither really knew where to go from there. Perhaps they were both waiting for the right moment for it to happen again and they had finally found it.

Already swept up in each other they let the moment take over, unleashing all the passion they had built during that dance into that kiss.

She could feel him starting to pull back but she wasn't ready to part from him yet so she gripped the back of his head and kept him pressed against her and she felt a low chuckle rumble in his chest, and he smiled against her mouth before diving back in with her.

"I knew it." He muttered against her lips as they finally parted.

"Knew what?" She breathed.

"That you find me irresistible."

She shook her head in mirth. "Shut up."

And he laughed as she once again leaned in to kiss him.