A/N: Rating going up in this chapter. Thank you so much for the response to the first chapter! I hope you will keep enoying this! Now onto Day 2 and Camelot

Chapter 2

Regina never told anyone about the bottle of wine, and she didn't try to find out where it had come from either. Sometimes ignorance is bliss, she had decided. She kept it, like a number of magical artefacts she had collected over the years, by curiosity, just in case, for a rainy day, but she was convinced she would never touch it again.

Yet, she found herself contemplating it, a year later, on the anniversary of Robin's death. She knew, from too much experiences to count, that the pain would never really go away, maybe it had dulled slightly over the years, but it remained there, in the background, like a soreness instead of an acute torture.

There were days where she barely thought about him, he was not forgotten, his presence just lingered at the edge of her mind, and then, on other occasions, something would remind her of him so badly that it felt like reopening an old wound.

That night, after Henry and his family had gone back home, after Roland had returned back to the Enchanted Forest, and the Prince had gone to bed, Regina slipped out to her vault and filled a glass of the red wine, wondering where it would lead her this time.

Regina nervously smoothed out invisible wrinkles on her red, velvet dress as she waited for Robin. She felt nervous all of a sudden, romantic gestures weren't exactly her forte, Daniel had been the one to pull them off under Cora's nose, and after he passed, neither Leopold nor her other liaisons had ever made a real effort, not that she had wanted them to. Camelot left something to be desired though, and she was eager to take their minds off their trouble, if only for a night.

Robin entered the room, and the gramophone she had enchanted started playing. He smiled, in that adorably confused way of his, as he took in their room, with the furnitures pushed back against the wall, and Regina standing in the middle of the wide, cleared space.

"What's all this?" He wondered, crossing the room to join her, encircling her in his arms and pressing his lips to hers in greeting.

Regina hummed against his mouth as they parted. "We were interrupted last time, I wanted a good memory associated with our first dance," she explained, leaving out the fact that she had burned down the dress she had worn during the ball, and it had taken three nights of silent nightmares to bring herself to this point. She needed something to distract herself from the sight of Robin's lifeless body, and she knew, from his not so silent nightmares, that he felt the same.

"I like this idea," he said, keeping his right arm around her waist and taking her right hand in his left, starting to gently sway them in step with the music.

For almost an hour, they valsed and twirled, getting lost in the melodies and each other, and it felt so good to laugh and let go. As the last tune came to an end, Robin brought her closer, resting his forehead against hers and breathing her in.

"Thank you for planning this evening," he told her softly, and she hugged him tighter.

"I think we deserved the break," she whispers.

He nodded. "What about finishing tonight on an even better note?" He asked, and she leaned back to look at him.

"What did you have in mi…" She started, and squealed when he took her in his arms and carried her towards the bed.

"This," he said, laying her down, grinning boyishly, making her laugh.

"I like the way you think." She banished their clothes, and he groaned as the sight of her naked beneath him.

"Cheater," he growled. "I rather love disrobing you," he murmured against her neck, trailing kisses and bites along the delicate column down to her chest, laving her nipples with his tongue, before sucking them greedily, enjoying the way she arched up towards him, as the hand not holding him up caresses her silky skin.

"I prefer what follows," she moaned.

"Well then, I better make it worth your while."

Regina's heart was still racing as she woke up, the memory of their combined taste on her tongue from Robin's thorough foreplay, her muscles still lose and relaxed after her release, her skin still tingling where it had rested against Robin's after they had settled under the sheets to rest, his whispered "I love you" still ringing in her ear.