Regina's head whipped in the direction of the door.

"I hope I wasn't too long," Robin said, that cocky smile touching his lips.

She tried to fight the grin that she felt growing at the sight of him, but gave up.

He strolled over to where she still sat in the middle of the rehearsal room, a bottle of merlot in one hand, and two plastic wine glasses in the other.

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "Short notice," he said.

"I'm really not concerned with the quality of our glassware at the moment," she replied, her eye raking over him.

He flopped down beside her on the wooden floor, and passed her a glass.

"I've always believed that the start of something new should be celebrated with a toast," he said, twisting the corkscrew into the bottle's seal.

"Is that what we're doing here, starting something new?" she asked carefully, desire banked behind something fragile in her eyes.

"I'd like that. Let's start again," he said. He watched as she took a sip from the glass.

She nodded, bowing her head. Dark locks fell forward, obscuring her face from his view.

Robin reached forward, running a hand through her hair to tuck the strand behind one ear. He tilted her face toward him, their eyes connecting. She felt the spark shoot straight to her stomach. Regina's lips parted softly as she moved in front of him. She leaned in to kiss him, and Robin reveled in the acidic taste of the wine laced over the sweetness of her lips.

He leaned in to her, gently pushing her on to her back. The kiss lingered on, neither of them willing to break away. Who needed air when you could have this?

Robin trailed a hand along the smooth exposed skin of Regina's midriff, weaving a warm path over the chilled flesh. Without the heat of the dance to sustain her, the sweat had cooled Regina, but Robin's touch was quickly chasing away any thought of the cold.

Regina relaxed into his arms as the pair simply existed in the 's hand played along the curve of her breast. The rough pad of one thumb brushed over her nipple. Regina arched into his hand.

Robin surged over her, blotting out everything, filling her vision. Caught in his fierce blue gaze all she could see was reduced to just this. Just him. A deep ache slithered through her body, making her feel heavy, clumsy. Roughened hands slid the hem of her top of fire touched her as his open mouth blazed a sloppy wet trail downward along her ribcage, and for a moment she felt shyness overtake her when she realized his intent. Regina wore no seductive armor, only the scent of Dove soap and sweat from her dancing. He felt her still, and sensing her hesitation Robin looked up from between her thighs where he poised to reveal her sex.

"There is no place I'd rather be," he said, a grin lifting one corner of his mouth. He placed a soft kiss against her inner thigh and helped her remove the cloth barriers.

Regina tried not to buck when she felt him make contact, pressing his mouth to her flesh. He licked at her seam, thrusting his tongue in and out of her at a leisurely pace. His lips moved to her sensitized bud, his fingers replacing his mouth. Regina could feel the twisting desire coiling at the base of her spine. She pressed her knees to the sides of his head, trapping him to her. If he pulled away in that moment, she wasn't sure she could stop herself from strangling him. As the tremors began to take her, Regina's thighs opened for him. Robin continued his ministrations, but wiped his mouth and moved closer to face. He watched as her pleasure overcame her, relishing the sound of his name on her lips.

"How was that?" he whispered in her ear.

"It was alright, I suppose," she said, "but don't get cocky."

He simply smiled.

She pressed her face to the base of Robin's throat. Their heavy breathing filled the room.

"What are we doing?"

"I have no idea," he said with a sharp laugh. Regina ran a hand over his lightly stubbled cheek.

"I can think of something we can do while we figure it out," she said, her hand moving toward his waistband. He stilled her.

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine. If we go any further, I'll take you right here on the floor," he replied.

She gave his waistband another pull, and he burst out laughing.

He took her hands as they stood up. "Our fresh start will not be consummated on a rental dance floor my lady," he said playfully, lifting her hand to place a gentle kiss on the tips of her fingers.

For a moment Regina felt the oddest buzzing, but attempted to shake it off.

"Such a gentleman," she murmured. "But this lady wouldn't mind a little ravishment, so don't make me wait too long," she said with a wink and a mock curtsey.

"As mi'lady commands. But first we have to pick up Roland."

We. Her eyes widened in surprise.

He flushed, pink creeping up just behind his ears. "If you don't mind, that is. I would like it very much if we picked him up."

Regina bit her lip. "I would like that very much."