Day 1 of DOQ Week: PDA

It's a shock even to Regina when it happens.

She'd known for a while, of course. Been certain of the affection between them and of how it extended beyond their mutual love for her. But seeing it, experiencing it, well... she wasn't exactly prepared for that.

She'd told them to go ahead and enter Granny's without her, to order her black coffee and a blueberry scone while she talked to the disgruntled dwarf that wanted her attention. Something about the water pipes near his house needing better maintenance (admittedly, she doesn't listen very closely, is so used to hearing these inane complaints on her day-to-day as Mayor that she's learned to tune them out).

They'd gone in separately, one behind the other with respectable distance between them. But when Regina enters the diner to catch up with them, the sight that greets her is unexpected.

Mal is just behind Robin, leaning into him with a hand pressed on his lower back as she stretches up on her tiptoes and whispers something in his ear. He laughs at whatever it is, turns to kiss the tip of her nose, and the quiet murmur that descends over the diner alerts Regina to the fact that she's not the only one shocked by their display.

Mal and Robin don't seem to notice, only smile at each other and wait for their coffee, probably chucking up Granny's scathing look to her usual, gruff demeanor. The old woman looks straight at Regina then, though, and her face softens in... is that pity? Yes, it's definitely pity.

Somehow that amuses more than angers her.

A warm hand settles on her back, and she turns to find David there, offering her a sympathetic look and a quiet, "I'm sorry, Regina," that does little to tamp down her mirth over this whole thing.

She dons a solemn look, selling her performance as she walks in stony silence towards her soulmate and the dragon. They're so beautiful, her lovers, all wrapped up in each other, oblivious to the curious eyes and judgmental scowls they're getting from Granny's many patrons.

Regina reaches them, raising an eyebrow at them as she jerks her head to the side, making them aware of their audience. It's funny. Adorable, really, that they'd been so caught up in one another that they'd forgotten to keep their distance.

The realization that their feelings for each other have deepened enough for that to happen hits Regina like the warmth of summer, and her heart feels so full she can hardly stand it.

"Sorry," Robin says sheepishly, ducking his head to land a smooch on her lips. Regina smiles into the kiss, shakes her head when they part, and then loops an arm around Mal to draw her closer.

"Let's give them a show," she says, and tangles her hand in long blonde locks, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. She doesn't deepen it, only sucks at Mal's lower lip for a moment before she lets it go, and then looks up at Robin.

His eyes are dark, full of lust and need, and she should've known that would be the case. He can never resist them when they're like this, so close and warm, sharing in their mutual passion.

"Let's get out of here," she tells them. Mal gives her a soft peck, then turns to place one on Robin's mouth as well, and together, the three of them head for the exit, scones and coffee in hand, satisfied smiles forming as they go. The mortification Regina had thought she'd feel, that onslaught of nerves and anxiety she'd been preparing for should the town ever find out about their unconventional relationship, doesn't bubble up in her like she'd expected it to. Instead, there's a sense of peace within her, a calm that washes over her heart in gentle waves and has her smiling lazily as the bell dings and the diner door shuts behind them.

Mal corners them by the Mercedes, presses them both against the side of the car and kisses them, all tongue and teeth and pure need, her hand wedging between the three of them and stroking Robin's half-mast erection through his jeans.

Regina knows they're probably all watching, noses pressed up against the diner's glass windows as they take in the heady exchange of wet kisses and hot caresses she's engaging in right now, and she's surprised to find she doesn't care one bit.

As things heat up and they part for breath, Robin holds them both, his forehead falling on hers for a moment. Regina knows he's a little worried, knows there's a simple warning of They're watching us on the tip of his tongue, but he says nothing, only lifts his head and looks deep into her eyes, licking his lips and massaging Mal's hip as they both wait Regina out.

She smiles at them, and then kisses Mal hard, moans fully at the delicious bite of Robin's teeth along her jaw, the wet pass of his tongue over her neck, and answers his unspoken concern in action if not in words.

Let them see.