Regina and Henry go over to Robin's for dinner


As she expected Roland loves his cape. He had been so excited that they brought him a present, had wanted to open it right away but Robin had insisted on dinner first.

Roland had chatted excitedly through dinner, and revealed that he wasn't the only getting a present. She had thought it was just a present for Henry but then when they had settled in the living room with hot chocolates Robin had handed her a little box too.

She didn't get him anything, had thought about it, but told herself it was too soon, and now she regrets not buying that watch she thought he would like. She had told herself a watch was way too much but when she opens the beautiful and clearly expensive silver arrow necklace he bought her she regrets her choice.

He waves off her apologies for not getting him anything, swears he bought it because he wanted to give it to her, and didn't expect anything in return. She understands that, knows he's a giving person but still feels bad.

Once Roland is situated in his cape and pictures have been taken by both of them, she gets Robin to help her put on her new necklace.

As he does up the claps he asks softly, "So you like it then?"

Her heart melts at the touch of insecurity in his tone and she rushes to reassure, "I love it, really Robin, it's beautiful."

And it is, it's perfect, it's subtle and neutral so she she can wear it with anything. The little arrow is a reminder of the amazing man that gave it to her.

They sit drinking their hot chocolates, the boys on the couch, her and Robin in the love seat, with a fire going in the background.

Roland's insist they should watch a movie. Once Robin confirms they want to stay for a bit longer, he puts the claymation Rudolph on, which she learns is Roland's favourite Christmas movie.

Robin offers her a drink and that sounds nice, they hadn't had anything alcoholic with dinner so she can have one and still be fine to drive home in an hour or so.

He gets up and she follows, the boys engrossed in the movie.

Once they are out of sight she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him soundly, a thank you for everything. They trade lazy kisses, careful not to heat them up too much in case one of the boys comes in.

Eventually they part and he opens the fridge and she spies champagne. "Are we celebrating something?"

He laughs, "No, it's for my signature holiday drink, can I make you one?"

She nods, curious about this drink. She watches as he mixes champagne, ginger beer and cranberry juice together. She's a bit skeptical but it's good and not as sweet as she initially feared.

They head back into the living room and settle back on the love seat. The movie is half over when they get back, and she probably should be embarrassed they snuck off for so long but it's a short movie, they weren't gone all that long, around 20 minutes.

She cuddles up beside Robin, and near the end of the movie he grabs a blanket and throws it over his lap. Within minutes she's taken most of the blanket and he playfully protests, pulling her in closer, claiming it's the only way to get his part of the blanket back.

The movie ends and they should be going but then Roland asks if they can watch The Grinch too, and she doesn't want to leave quite yet so agrees.

Roland falls asleep twenty minutes into the movie and Robin excuses himself to take him upstairs. He doesn't wake up as Robin picks him up, and what she wouldn't give for the ability to sleep through anything. Henry's the same, once he's asleep a bomb could go off beside him and he'd still be sleeping peacefully, undisturbed.

Henry pauses the movie and asks, like he hasn't seen this movie at least twenty times already, "Mom, does this mean we have to leave? I really want to finish the movie."

"You'll have to ask Robin when he comes back down."

She doesn't mind staying, is enjoying herself and she really doesn't think Robin's going to kick them out. It is getting late though, nearly ten, she's surprised Roland made it so long.

Robin's back down not five minutes later. "You didn't have to stop on my account, I've seen this before."

He settles on the love seat beside her and she offers him back his half of the blanket as Henry fidgets with the remote.

"So we can stay and finish the movie then?" He asks hopefully.

"Yes of course."

Henry unpauses the movie. "Awesome, now shh I don't want to miss anything."

She shakes her head at her son shushing them, but then Robin wraps and arm around her shoulder and she leans in, enjoying cuddling up with him.

She must fall asleep because she opens her eyes and the credits are rolling and the last part she remembers was the Grinch stealing the gifts.

Robin smiles down at her, "Did you have a good nap?"

She yawns, stretching out, "I did, I hope it wasn't too uncomfortable for you."

"Not at all, it's not everyday I get to have the most beautiful woman there is fall asleep in my arms."

He's ridiculous, but she loves it, loves the over the top flattery he's always bestowing on her. He makes her feel important and wanted. She really really likes him, and the more she learns the more she likes.

She wants him, those few kisses in the kitchen earlier did nothing to soothe her craving.

She looks over at Henry, he's awake but barely, slouching down into the couch and stifling a yawn.

They should go, she doesn't want to, but her son is about to fall asleep.

She reluctantly gets up, leaving the warmth of Robin's arms. Maybe she could sneak back after Henry's in bed for some real alone time, but no that's ridiculous.

"Alright Henry, let's go."

"Do we have to, can't we just stay here? I don't want to move."

Robin stands too, "You are more than welcome to, I have a guest room you can use."

And well, that's interesting, she hadn't planned on a sleepover but now that it's here, being offered to her, with her son half asleep she finds she has no reason to say no and every reason to say yes.

"Okay then."

Robin suggests, "Henry why don't you head upstairs then, it's the one directly across the hall from Roland's room."

Henry gets up slowly, and as he's making his way up the stairs Robin tells her quietly, "I've only the one guest room, but it's a big bed that easily fits two, or you can join me, I'll behave I promise, I'm not asking you for anything just to sleep in my bed, if you want."

God he's sweet and she loves that he doesn't make assumptions and gives her options, but she doesn't want them. "Henry kicks in his sleep, and I'd much rather snuggle up with the handsome Christmas tree farmer on what you could call our third or even fourth date, depending upon how you look at it."

"Regina, about that, I'm crazy about you and I know it's soon but I'm not seeing anyone else and I don't want to, I only want to see you and I'm hoping you feel the same."

She feels the same way, doesn't know quite how to express it though, "I do."

"Well then, would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?"

She giggles, "I would," and then she kisses him, deeply and passionately like she's been wanting to for days. She kisses him like he's a fountain and she's been dying of thirst.

They kiss for several minutes, she reluctantly pulls away before she gets too lost to him, after all, she should check on her son, ensure he's sleeping before she climbs this man like a tree.

He looks a bit stunned but his eyes are dark with longing as she tell him, "I'm going to go check on Henry,"

"I'll uh make us more drinks."

She shakes her vehemently, she's done stalling. "No, wait for me in the bedroom."

He swallows audibly, his gaze hot and intense. It's sexy, but she has something to take care of first so she heads toward the stairs. He follows behind and she adds an extra sway to her steps, knowing what his eyes are glued on.

When they get upstairs she turns to him, and he's checking her out as she expected.

"It's um this one," he says pointing to the door to the left, "I'll just uh be in there then."

She tells him, "See you soon," in a way she hopes is sultry.

She slowly opens the guest room door and the light is out and Henry's eyes are shut so she closes it gently, then makes her way to Robin's room.

He's standing by the bed when she comes in, "Regina, I-"

She cuts him off with a fierce kiss, she's sick of talking, she wants to do this, has wanted to since their first date. She wraps her arms around his neck, her tongue seeking his out, sucking it gently in way that causes him to gasp softly. It ramps up her anticipation, she kisses him harder, pulling his body closer into hers. It's a bit aggressive but she wants him, badly, and he doesn't seem to have any complaints, his hand slipping down and ghosting over her ass.

She brings her lips to his jawline, tracing around it and then back to his lips for another heady kiss. Her hands eagerly unbutton his shirt as she pushes him down onto the bed.

"I-Oh," she cuts off whatever he was going to say with a flick of her tongue against his neck.

He pulls her back up for another kiss, it doesn't last too long before he breaks it and looks her dead in the eye, in a way that makes her pulse jump. "Regina, we don't have to..."

She places her finger over his mouth silencing him. Her eyes drop for a second and she can see the outline of him, hard in his pants, she knows he wants her. "I know, Robin, I want you, I want…" she slides down and over him, "this, all of it."

He groans when she touches him and then his lips are back on hers, hot and urgent. He grabs her ass this time, gives her a firm squeeze pressing her against him and she moans softly.

Then he does it again, kissing down her neck. He's just shy of the sensitive spot so she tells him, "little to the left," in a far too breathless tone, that she stops caring about when he flicks his tongue over that spot.

"Oh fuck." He keeps it up, gives her a firm suck, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to send a jolt right down to where she's already wet.

And god they are wearing too many clothes, too many layers between them. She rocks a little against his thigh, feels the hot thrill of friction against her oh so sensitive clit.

She needs more, needs him naked, inside her, needs feel that tongue on her. It's with that in mind that she gets back to undressing him, she undoes the two buttons she missed before. Then runs her hands down his toned chest, taking in how the muscles flex and tense under her palm.

She can feel his abs, not totally visible but hard beneath her hand and fuck it's hot.

His hands find her breasts as his lips connect with her ear. He sucks on her ear lobe while his hands palm her over her bra, and she exhales firmly, letting out a high and desperate moan that spurs him on. His hands are firm on her, but it's dulled by the layers of fabric between them. He nibbles on her ear as she tries to focus on pushing off his shirt, but she's distracted, letting out sharp sounds in response to all the delicious things he's doing to her.

Everything inside her churns and buzzes, the pleasure of his kisses radiating out and down her spine.

She rocks against his legs again, and it's good, but not what she wants.

She moves slightly so she can pull her shirt over her head. His lips replace his hands, kissing her over the fabric of her bra. But that's not what she wants either.

She undoes the clasp and lets it fall in between them.

Robin stares for a second then his mouth goes right to where she wants it. He slowly licks over a hard nipple, finishing it with a soft suck. Then he does it again and again. It's too soft to be anything more than a delicious tease, a preview of what's to come.

"Oh god yes, like that, but uh, harder"

He sucks more firmly drawing her nipple between his teeth and fuck yes that's good. Her brain feels like it's shorting out, all she can focus on is his mouth, his - oh god, Mal was right - very talented mouth. He presses kisses across her chest and gives the other breast the same treatment and it's heavenly.

She lets out more whiny desperate but stifled moans, but she can't help it, it's too good and she is dying for it.

"Robin please," she huffs out when he kisses that spot on her neck that makes her knees week and her clit pulse.

He looks at her eyes hot with lust, "What do you need babe?"

Fuck he's so attractive. She needs his tongue, needs to know what that feels like. "Go down on me, please."

He groans at the request and she slips off of her spot on top of him, removing her pants before lying down to the side of him.

He also discards his pants, leaving him only in boxers, which do nothing to hide how hard he is for her.

He kisses down her stomach slowly and every kiss sends a flash of hot anticipation through her. He's taking his time but she's so wet and keyed up already, the pace is agonizing but she knows it will be worth it in the end, even though her body is screaming for more stimulation.

She groans in protest when he hits right above where she needs him but shuffles away and starts kissing up her right thigh. Each kiss sends a pulse to her throbbing clit, and she can feel it swollen, aching and needy, longing for more attention.

When he reaches the top of her thigh, he ghosts over it, and then kisses down her left. And it's hot, so hot but she's about to die of arousal if he doesn't-

"Oh god." she cries out as he kisses her clit lightly over her thong and it should not be this good, she should not be this keyed up. "Take it off, please."

He complies with her order, not that there was much heat behind it, then he runs his tongue along the outside of her lips.

She gasps, it's good, so good, increases that delicious ache and adds to the pool of wetness between her legs, but it's not enough. It keeps her needy, anticipating.

He presses a soft open mouthed kiss around her clit and she clenches and spasms, the anticipation acute and sharp but he backs off.

The sound she makes when he finally runs his tongue over her is embarrassingly loud but she's far too gone to care. It's the slowest of licks, the pressure barely there as he glides ever so softly up and over her clit and then back down, but still it sets her fire. She's so sensitive right now everything just feels... more and it's so good.

Her hand pushes at his head, trying to get him back where she needs, but he chuckles, pulling his head away.

"Do you like this?" he asks, flicking his tongue around her but avoiding her clit purposefully.

"Ro-bin." It's good but fuck, she's needs more and he knows it.

"What about this?" he asks then slides his tongue over her again, and just like the last time ever so slowly up and then back down. She writhes and gasps, throbbing with raw need. And then he slides his tongue inside her, pausing to groan, "Fuck babe you're soaked," before tucking his hands under her ass, pushing her up toward him and fucking her with his tongue.

She's crying out nonsense, lots of sharp sounds and rough moans but it's good and she can just imagine how good it will feel when he finally focuses on her clit.

His one hand slips out from underneath her and grabs for but completely misses the pillows. She understands the intent, so grabs and puts one under her hips, freeing his hands.

He circles his thumb just above her clit, just enough to be maddeningly short of what she really needs.

She's about ready to combust, her heart is racing her face is flushed.

"Robin, please, suck my, AH."

He fulfills her beg, but just for a second, flicks his tongue out of her, over her clit and then sucks her between his lips.

Her whole belly goes molton, her thighs shake and then he stops, the bastard.

He looks up her, hot with desire. "Tell me what you want."

She swallows, how is she supposed to form words when she's this turned on, "I want your tongue."

He licks his lips, "Where?"

Fuck he's going to kill her, she is aching with need and it's what fuels her. "God Robin, suck my clit, hard, please."

He gives her clit a swirling lick and she bucks and moans. "Like this or?" then he brings it between his hips and sucks hard, grabbing her thighs roughly.

"Tha- Oh fuck that, yes, god, please Robin don't stop, don't stop."

It feels fucking amazing, after so long of only soft touches. It's shorting out her brain and she can't focus on anything but the pleasure of his mouth.

Her hand is in his hair again keeping him where he is and this time he stays, and thank god because she's nearly there. He gives her quick short sucks that make her writhe and moan and fuck it's exactly what she needs.

She loses herself to the sensation and then he flicks his tongue over her finishes it with a hard suck and she squirms and cries out. It's intense and too much but not enough at the same time, she wants to pull away but have more.

Her every muscle tightens and she's crying out, "Oh fucking god yes, yes, ah!" She catapults over the edge as he sucks her firmly, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave pleasure radiating out and through her entire body as she spasms. He keeps going and her breath comes out in fast huffs as he draw the last remnants of her pleasure out.

"Ahhh," she sighs, before palming his head away, the sensation becoming too much.

He kisses her again and she moans softly at the sensation of her taste on him.

She reaches for him, palms over his erection and god he must be dying for it, and that thought makes her warm all over.

"You don't have to- Ah," he's trying to be a gentleman but his body betrays him when she slips her hand into his boxers and finally strokes him her hand. He's warm and thick.

"Want you," she breathes in his ear and he groans out a, fuck love, before rolling over. He opens the bedside drawer and fishes out a condom and oh, that's… god, good thing he's more on it than she is. Her brain too sex addled to remember basic things like protection.

He pushes off his boxers and puts in on, hovers over for a second and whimpers, "Oh god," before sliding himself inside her.

"Fuck," she huffs out, she's still soaked from his earlier attentions and he feels so damn good. She shifts a little on the pillow, changing the angle of her hips just so and God.

Every thrust of his hips against hers is hitting her g-spot perfectly making her moan out again and again. She's too loud but he's talking, in this bedroom voice that just makes everything that much hotter, telling her how good she feels, how wet she is, how badly he's wanted her.

And god she needs to come again, already. Is desperate for it, for him, yet again. It's fucking perfect, his hard thrusts smacking against in her in way that makes the heat in her lower belly grow and her insides clench. She's nearly there just- jesus, fuck.

He throws a leg over his shoulder and she hooks the other one over too, widening her legs just a bit and he shifts forward, kissing her as he thrusts in just the right spot and his hips grind against her clit and fuck that's it.

"Oh god, so fucking good."

He keeps it up, the sharp pace that is setting her aflame. "Are you there babe? You going to come for me?"

"Uh, uhuh."

"Fucking please, can't wait to see you, fucking gods Regina, you feel so-"

She can barely make out the words she wants with what he's doing to her, it's hard to think more than yes or oh god more. "You too, I-Uh."

She shakes as orgasm rips through her, him urging her on as everything releases in hot pulses.

She sighs indulgently as she comes down. Everything's tingling, he's slowed a bit, waiting her out but she urges him on.

It's a only a few more thrusts before he's coming with her name on his lips and she tries to memorize it, intent on replaying that hot sound over and over in her head.

She lays basking as he disposes of the condom and then passes her a shirt to sleep in. And right, they don't want children walking in and seeing something. He throws on some boxers but to her delight stays shirtless. He pulls her into his chest and she breathes in his delicious scent, and falls asleep.