AN: Hope you guys like it. I wanted something fluffy and just went for it. I finished it not too long ago so if I've messed up on grammar/punctuation forgive me and toss me a note if it bugs you and I'll fix it. I've posted this on tumblr here: outlawroyal. tumblr post/89707431838/and-i-am-yours (just remove the spaces). Lemme know what ya think!

It's almost daybreak he realizes as he lays tangled in sheets, her arms wrapped around his waist and her head on his chest. He subconsciously tightens his hold on her, his forearm pulling her closer from around her back. She had seemed shocked the first time they were together at his warm embrace and his want to be close to her after. She wasn't use to being so loved.

They had been up all night, or should he say they were awake all night? Because they certainly weren't up and about. They had both been insatiable after what happened, she almost died. A narrow miss that cut into the side of her brow, over her temple, causing a hell of a lot of blood to spill. Snow almost had a heart attack and Emma made a comment about dry cleaning, whatever that was. Despite the panic and illness that settled in his stomach at Regina's injury, he did have to admit that seeing Snow beating in the attacker's face with her bow was quite amusing.

Once it had been settled, bad guy put away, they had gone back to the Charming's, Henry panicked upon seeing his mother a bloody mess, and patched Regina up. Regina had complained the entire time as Snow worked, of course, saying she could heal it later when her magic had recharged a bit. Snow had been insistent and the two had bantered back and forth, Emma, David, Henry and himself occasionally sniping in a few comments. It had been very, very nice, seeing happiness and genuine enjoyment leak out from under the mask Regina wears.

They had walked back to her house, their bodies close, but not touching. They were mostly silent as they walked. The only conversation that sprung up was a short one about how Henry went with Neal to Red's to allow the Charming's to rest. Even that was laced with a sort of undertone between them.

When they entered her house, all it took was the sound of the door clicking shut for them to turn to one another. She had spun around and pushed him against the door and he was lost. Against the door, the wall, on the side table, the stairs and then finally the bed. His head was spinning, full of thoughts of her, her scent, her voice and her taste.

After they finally collapsed, their breaths labored, he had murmured that he was hers. He had said that to her before, many times and places, but this time it wasn't a soft possessive word she said back. Not something in acceptance like "mine" or an "I know". It was a soft return whispered into his neck "and I am yours."

That's why he imagines he is still awake as the sun begins to dawn. He cards his fingers through her hair and enjoys the warmth that had spread from her words a few hours ago as it still warms him. He thinks about the hardships they had gone through, Marian, Elsa, Marian again... there were more. That's not nearly as important now, however. They made it here and that's all that matters. He can't help but think about that last step though, now more then ever. He knows of her history though, of her lack of choices and that is enough to wait for her.

She begins to stir, nuzzling into his chest and gently scrapes her nails along his side earning a short, soft, grumbling moan to spill from his lips. He feels her lips turn up slightly at the sound he made and now he knows she's awake as he chuckles deep in his chest.

"Good morning, love. Sleep well?"

Breathing deep she nods and brings her hand up to rub at her eyes, but then moves her hand away to lay it on the one he has on her hip.

"I did." Her voice is rough he notes, with an odd sense of pride. Knowing full well why it was that way.

She lifts herself up then, on her elbow to look down at him. She smiles softly and he moves her hair away from her neatly covered wound.

"Does it hurt?"

Leaning into his hand she shakes her head.

"No," she clears her throat, "Snow did a good job."

Ignoring his wry smirk at her admission she leans in to place her lips against his, but a ring from her house phone stops her short. She gives him an apologetic look and a quick peck before turning over and answering it.

"Good morning, Henry. You're up early."

He listens to her speak to Henry, her voice happy and light as he turns over and wraps his arms around her. Her free hand goes to rest on his arms locked around her and he nuzzles into her back, occasionally planting soft kisses there. Soon enough she says she'll see him later and hangs up.

"Henry wants me to spend sometime with him today." She says as she leans back into him. "I have to get ready, Robin."

He hums and nods, intent on not letting her go until she pulls away. He knows she won't, not until she absolutely has to and he relishes that fact. Minutes tick by and he passes them by kissing her back and shoulders, before she turns to meet him and his wandering lips with hers.

Time passes and soon she is pulling away, kissing him until the space between them is too great and she is up and beginning to find clothes for today. He sits up, one hand behind him and his forearm resting on his raised knee.

"I have been many places and no view can compare to the sights you allow me to see."

She laughs, caught off guard by his charm. She then turns her head to him as she pulls out a pair of pants in the drawer and gives him sly smile. He returns it and watches her dress, wondering why exactly she didn't use magic, but certainly not complaining.

That curiosity is answered when she finishes dressing and leans toward her mirror. She swipes her hand over the bandage causing it to vanish and reveal flawless skin underneath. He finds himself thinking that must be why she didn't use magic to dress, because she was saving it for healing herself. She glances over at him and a knowing look passes over her features.

"For your information," a smirk grows on her face "I could have done both."

He grins at her then, realizing the implication in her words.

"I'm glad you didn't."

Her smirk widens on her face as she walks over to the bed and reaches for him, giving him a soft kiss before pulling away and heading for the bedroom door.

"See you later," she turns to him and gives him a smile, "lock up if you leave."

And she was out the door. He allowed himself to fall back onto the bed and stretch, his grin turning into a warm smile. As his mind drifted over things he wished to do today, he couldn't stop her words from chiming in his head. Yes, today is a good day and, gods willing, it would only get better.