{ 16 }

Regina stands in the kitchen staring at them in disbelief. The Charmings will be here for dinner within an hour and she's got a completely burnt turkey smoking in the roaster and absolutely nothing for them to eat for Thanksgiving. Mal and Robin are staring at her sheepishly, guilty expressions on both of their faces and she doesn't even know what to say, can only sputter out, "How on earth did you two manage to let the turkey burn? It was your only job!"

They glance quickly toward each other and then back at Regina as Robin bites his lower lip and reluctantly admits, "I may have distracted her for a bit...in the pantry."

Mal's cheeks flush and they have got to be kidding. They'd let her dinner burn while they'd been fooling around, without her no less. Regina wants to be angry with them, but her mind is already spinning with what she can come up with as a main course before their guests arrive.

Before she has a chance to do anything Mal is telling her, "It's fine, darling. We can fix this."

"How? Snow and Charming are probably on their way here now!"

With a wave of her hand Mal replaces the burnt turkey with a fresh one, winking at Regina before she blows a stream of fire from her mouth, perfectly roasting it, the smell wafting through the kitchen. Grinning at Regina, she flourishes a hand and tells her, "There. Problem solved."

{ 17 }

Regina's toes are tucked beneath Robin's thigh, socked feet attempting to stay warm through the use of his body heat. It's a rather cold, dreary day in Storybrooke. Rain pelting down outside the windows all day, drumming pleasantly. The three of them have decided to be lazy and the boys are busy upstairs playing on Henry's Xbox.

The novel she's finally decided she's going to sit down and read has been pleasant enough. But she finds cuddling here on the couch with Robin and Mal much more interesting than the cheesy romance plot. Has been splitting her focus between the page in front of her and them.

Robin's feet are propped up on the coffee table and he's massaging circles along the arch of Maleficent's foot in his lap as she leans against the arm of the couch opposite Regina, struggling with the needles. She's decide to learn to knit (trying without much success), has been at it all day, huge ball of yarn in her lap and very few lines of what Regina thinks might be a scarf, she's not entirely sure.

With a huff Mal growls and tosses the needles to the floor, yarn following suit. "I give up. Why anyone would enjoy threading string together like that is beyond me."

Robin smirks at Regina, their eyes meeting for a brief second, a moment of shared amusement between them, before he shifts attention to the other woman. "Perhaps you just need a break, love." He consoles, to which she shakes her head.

"I can show you a few tricks if you'd like." Regina offers.

The blonde's eyebrow lifts in a pointed look they both recognize as she suggests instead, "I can think of something better we could be doing."

{ 18 }

She's baking in the kitchen, making apple turnovers as a treat for them this evening when an arrow whizzes past her ear, landing smack dab in the package of flour on the counter and Regina nearly jumps at the unexpected attack. She's going to kill Robin.

Slamming her rolling pin down to the counter, Regina marches over to the open window, fully intending to yell at the idiotic man when she's taken aback by the sight of Mal standing there in the yard, bow in hand. Robin stands behind her, arms encompassing her own to correct her stance while Henry and Roland stand off to the side, giggling, nearly doubled over with laughter. At least the adults have sense enough to look sheepishly at her.

"Just what exactly is going on out here?"

Her tone is obviously annoyed and Robin clears his throat guiltily. "I was just showing the boys a bit of archery, milady. Mal wanted to give it a go."

Regina scowls, even as Maleficent gives her that far from innocent grin and Henry and Roland succumb to another fit of giggles, and then rolls her eyes.

She replies sternly, "Next time aim for somewhere other than my kitchen window," and returns to her dough. If the sound of all four of their laughter drifting through the window warms her heart, well that still doesn't excuse them.

{ 19 }

Her fever runs so hot. Hotter than anyone should be able to endure. But she's a dragon. And she tells them not to worry, she's tough, she can take it. Mal just has to let this pesky flu run its course and then everything will be better. But she's miserable. It's written all over her and it kills Regina and Robin as they watch her sweaty and shivering in bed.

Neither one of them have ever dealt with this before though, aren't entirely sure how to handle it or what to do to make Mal feel better. She's curled into Robin's chest on the couch, thick wool blanket tucked around her body as she coughs, a deep roaring sound in her chest. Robin's palm rubs soothingly over her back as Regina leans over the back of the sofa and presses a loving kiss to the top of Mal's head.

"Are you sure I can't get you anything, dear?" She asks her, frowning at Robin over her blonde curls as a particularly bad coughing fit racks her body. Hard enough that the two of them each jump when a thin stream of fire shoots out of her mouth to fry the bowl of apples on the coffee table.

Mal's body convulses a few more times before the coughing finally subsides, her head falling back to land on Robin's chest with a heavy sigh. "Sorry." She says, eyes closed and breathing labored. "Forgot to mention that happens sometimes when I get like this."

Then she's sniffling and snuggling into Robin's comforting embrace as the two of them stare wide eyed between her and the bowl of burnt fruit.

{ 20 }

Regina and Robin are snuggled in bed together, legs intertwined and bodies pressed together, trading soft, lazy kisses. His hand rests comfortably on her hip while Regina's fingers weave through his hair to hold him to her.

A clearing of a throat breaks the pair apart, however, their attention shifting from each other to Mal standing in the doorway of the bathroom. It's almost comical the way both of their jaws drop at the same time. Though it sends a little lick of satisfaction running down Maleficent's spine. She knows full well how amazing she looks.

Her tall, slender body trimmed in sheer lace, blood red against the paleness of her skin. Rosy nipples visible through the lace bra that displays her breasts in a mouth watering manner. Down to the tiny triangle of fabric that covers that patch of blonde curls. There's a garter belt around her hips too, connected to the black thigh high stockings she's adorning as well. And the two of them very nearly drool at the sight of her.

"I'll take the stunned silence as confirmation you like your surprise?" Mal chuckles when Robin and Regina remain speechless, merely staring at her with matching expressions of desire.

Then Regina regains her senses, voice rough and aroused when she demands, "Get over here now."

{ 21 }

It's been a horribly long day. An endless barrage of everything that could possibly go wrong in this town. One in which Regina had had to remind herself in between annoyed texts to her lovers that she'd wanted to be Mayor again.

So when she walks into the mansion, immediately greeted by the alluring scent of tomatoes and garlic and spices, her stomach growls in response as she calls out for Maleficent and Robin. Her nose leads her in the direction of the kitchen and that's where she finds them. Mal standing at the stove stirring something in the pot while Robin stands behind her, arms wrapped around her middle and nuzzling into the crook of her neck. The sight alone has Regina's irritation dissipating several degrees.

"What's all this?" She calls out and the pair immediately unwind and turn to face her.

Strolling over to her, Robin's hands reach out to grip hers, pulling her into him for a light kiss hello, "You're home early, love. We weren't expecting you for another hour yet." He comments, tone a bit sheepish as she eyes him and then Mal behind him.

"Yes," Regina confirms, "Well I'd had enough. Finally told the dwarf to go whine to someone his own size who might give a damn. What are you two up to?"

Before Robin can answer her Mal is setting the wooden spoon aside and reaching for the open bottle of wine on the counter, pouring some of the red liquid into the remaining empty glass and walking over to where they stand. She offers it to Regina, leaning in for a kiss of her own as she tells her, "We thought we would surprise you and make dinner."

Regina smiles at them both, heart full of love. Because there is nothing better than coming home after an awful day to the two people who would think to do that for her. And the image of Mal in a frilly apron isn't a hardship either.

{ 22 }

She doesn't think he meant to say it, isn't even positive Robin had been fully conscious when the quiet declaration had left his lips, whispered into her hair as his breathing evens out into sleep, but it warms Regina's heart all the same.

Mal's eyes immediately blink open, locking with hers as the blonde's lips part in a tiny "o" of surprise. It's the first time Robin's ever said it to her. The words have been heavily implied, are conveyed in every touch, but he's never verbally told her those three little words.

Her blue eyes water just a tiny bit as a slow smile spreads across Mal's face and she reaches a hand out to thread her fingers with Regina's. This is more than she could have ever asked for or could have hoped to happen when they'd begun this relationship. This love shared between all of them. But Robin's quiet "I love you" muttered into Mal's hair has Regina's heart melting, spilling over with happiness.

{ 23 }

It takes a little longer for Mal to say it back to him, much less inclined to share her heart that way. And it's different with Robin than Regina, less shared history, a little bit more of a risk. Even with knowing he loves her she's not quite ready to admit that she feels the same.

Weeks pass before she works up the courage.

Time enough for him to show her all the ways in which he cares, rubbing her back when it aches after a long day, kissing and holding her tight when she's feeling extra emotional, listening to her concerns about being a mother to all their children. Until finally she can't keep it in anymore.

He's made her a cup of tea to soothe her jangled nerves over a fight with Lily, wrapped her up in a warm knitted blanket on the couch, sits there massaging her feet while she sips at the hot liquid and the words are tumbling out before Mal can stop them.

"I love you."

The declaration takes Robin back for a moment, before a brilliant smile erupts on his features, dimples creasing and he says it back. Regina watches the exchange from the doorway, doesn't want to disturb their moment, that same feeling of overwhelming happiness bursting within her as that night all those weeks ago.

{ 24 }

"Absolutely not."

Maleficent ignores her, strokes two fingers between the ears of the pale grey kitten she cradles in the crook of her arm. Murmurs softly to it as the tiny thing purrs in response. She'd found it out in the back yard, hissing in pain from the bent and broken leg. Unable to leave it she'd immediately healed the darling creature and brought it into the house.

It hadn't taken long for Roland to latch onto the idea of keeping it. Even now, he's bouncing excitedly next to Mal on the sofa, reaching out a small hand to pet along it's back just like the blonde. The pair of them completely ignoring Regina's protests. "We can not keep it." She tries again. They have enough going on without worrying over a pet on top of it.

Looking to Robin in hopes of support the man merely shrugs his shoulders, eyes sparkling as he watches Mal and his son coo over the little kitten. So much for being any help.

Regina sighs at the way Roland giggles when it swipes out a paw, Mal's face lighting up in delight as well. She's a goner. There's no way she's going to be able to say no to those faces, particularly when they turn and look at her with matching pleading expression. Who can resist that?

"Alright. Fine. She can stay."

{ 25 }

The pesky creature wiggles into bed with them every morning, without fail. Nudges and claws it's way right between Regina and Mal, or Maleficent and Robin, depending on the position they fall into slumber during the night before. Swats at her until eventually Regina blinks her eyes open at it in disdain.

Roland's taken it upon himself to name her Malum (though Regina suspects that the blonde had a hand in helping the boy come up with that one), Because it sounds like a dragon name and Mal found her and she can be their little dragon kitty! It's a fitting name if Regina has ever heard one, considering it means mischief and the tiny grey fur ball is constantly getting into things.

It follows her about the house, weaving itself in between her legs as she stands in the kitchen preparing dinner, snuggling into her side while she lounges on the couch with a book, hopping up onto the counter in the bathroom while she applies her make up, scattering brushes everywhere.

Her lovers tease her endlessly that she's become the kitten's favorite person (much to Roland's chagrin). And Regina would be lying if she said the little thing hasn't grown on her, that she doesn't scratch its ears when it looks at her with those clear blue eyes that somehow remind her of both Mal's and Robin's.

But she'll never hear the end of it from either of them if she admits it. So Regina pretends irritation, or at best indifference, and studiously ignores the fact that she's not fooling anyone to the fact Malum has wormed her way into her heart.

{ 26 }

It's the heated glances, the lingering touches, subtle smirks hidden behind the rim of wine glasses, the way hands find thighs beneath the table. They've been at it all night. Teasing each other with silent promises of what's to come when they're finally home. When they've made it through this evening with the Charmings and back in their own house. Alone. Children free for the night.

There's the way Robin's hand brushes casually over the small of Regina's back as she stands at the sink, helping wash the dishes from their meal. How Mal bites her bottom lip and she can't quite mask the twinkle in her eye as she looks at both of them while drying a glass and placing it on the counter.

The entire evening has been one big game of foreplay, happening right under Snow and David's blessedly oblivious noses. When all Robin, Regina and Mal can think about it getting each other home and naked as fast as possible.

"You're sure you can't stay a little while longer?" Snow asks as they're wrapping themselves up in coats, hurriedly fastening buttons and slipping on gloves.

"No, no. We should really be leaving. Thanks for the lovely meal. Who knew David has a useful skill after all?" Regina answers, nearly vibrating with anticipation when Mal hooks an arm through hers and Robin takes her hand in his, squeezing gently.

With final goodbyes the trio hurry out of the loft and Regina poofs them back to the mansion as soon as the door has shut behind them.

{ 27 }

Nights like this it comes in handy that Mal is essentially a human furnace, always at least ten degrees warmer than everyone else. Her body heat radiating through her skin, seeping into Robin and Regina's limbs as they wrap themselves around her. This cold wave that's taken over Storybrooke has been brutal. Mounds of snow and freezing temperatures.

So the three of them have been extra cuddly as of late, snuggling up together beneath warm blankets in their bed. Robin curls his body around Mal's back, arm lying tightly over her waist to pull her against him while Regina rubs her nose along Mal's neck, slips her toes between the blonde's calves and sighs in content when they begin to thaw.

Chuckling, one of her arms wraps around Regina's waist while the other lifts to bend around Robin's neck, scratching gently at his scalp as Robin and Regina press impossibly closer to her. "What would you two do if I weren't here?" She questions in amusement.

"Freeze to death." They answer in unison before all three erupt in laughter and they trade lazy kisses to keep each other warm on a cold winters night.

{ 28 }

They look beautiful together. Two gorgeous women wrapped around each other. Blonde and brunette, matching red lips opening and parting. It's an incredibly arousing sight. But there's more to it than just sex, Robin can see the affection that exists between these two women clear as day. They care. The love between them radiates off their bodies as fingers thread through blonde locks and pale limbs pull their bodies closer.

He's hesitant to interrupt them, is perfectly content watching from this corner of the room while they kiss and kiss if that's what they want at the moment. It's an image that is not hard on the eyes after all.

Luckily for Robin, Mal and Regina's mouths pull apart a few moments later and the pair turn their attention toward him, eyes heavy lidded with desire and he feels his stomach clench painfully in response. God, how he wants these women.

Regina smirks at him, bites her lower lip and Robin nearly groans out loud. "You just going to stand there, thief?"

Certainly not, he thinks with a grin, moving to wrap his arms around both of them, taking the opportunity to kiss them both in turn.

{ 29 }

It's their favorite game. Roland loves to watch the bits of magic that shoot out from Mal's fingertips. A deep, rich wine color with occasional bright gold sparks. She creates multicolored bubbles out of thin air for him to run around and try to pop. And her laughter and his giggles echo throughout the house.

Regina and Robin can't help peeking into the living room to watch them for a few minutes when Roland's shrieks reach a new decibel. Mal's created a tiny dragon, made of smoke, that chases Roland about the room while he frantically tries to escape, a grin a mile wide on his face and those dimples winking in his cheeks.

Wrapping his arms around Regina's waist from behind, Robin rests his chin on her shoulder, a huge smile of his own splitting his face as he watches his son and Maleficent play. "Can you believe how lucky we are?" he asks her quietly.

Emotion wells up inside her and Regina leans back into him, covering his arms with her own, and whispers back, "More so than I could have ever imagined."

{ 30 }

"Ohhh...mmmm..."

Regina struggles to keep the moans fighting to break free from erupting too loudly. They're in her office, after all, and despite the lock on the door anyone could wander by. The last thing she needs is one of the insipid dwarfs to hear her being eaten out.

Neither Robin nor Mal are making it very easy for her though. Not with the way Robin's tongue feels against her clit, circling the tiny bud and creating little pulses of pleasure that feel incredible, combined with the dual stimulation of Mal's mouth on her breasts, licking and biting at her nipples.

It's all too much, and Regina's head falls back with a heavy thud to her desk, knocking off the container of pens and little dish of paperclips as she lets out a loud groan and tightens her legs around Robin's head, pulling him closer to her. "Oh god...feels so good…" She moans. Too loudly. She's being too loud and Regina knows it, but she's so close. Right there. And she can't help it.

Thankfully, Mal relents suckling her breast with a wet pop and swallows the next moan that's impossible for Regina to hold back as Robin's mouth finally pushes her over that edge and her entire body throbs and convulses.