Okay guys! Quick note here: I've been working on this one for a while now and I feel like now's a pretty good time to post it. Basically I just think the whole "Zelena baby situation" needs to be dealt with so that's all this is. Just a little short one shot of something that would work. More fluff than smut, thought that does occur at the end :) Love you guys! Feel free to comment your thoughts! Hope you like!

The morning sun never failed to bring along a sort of calm along with it as it rose, giving a promise for a new day and new possibilities, chasing away the darkness and casting the shadows to the side, but there was always something Regina loved about the night. It was so bare, and exposed yet held so much mystery. There were no secrets it tried to keep and it didn't attempt to hide the ugliness with the false beauty the sun's mixture of electromagnetic waves cast upon the world. Yes, the morning was beautiful but, Regina loved the night time. Though, since Robin had returned the dark of the night seemed to have turned its back on her, and filled the house with silence and somewhat awkward conversation. It wasn't that she didn't love him, or didn't forgive him- because both of those things were easy to do- it was just that things weren't the same, (how could they be?) but that was all that Robin seemed to strive for, and now the inevitable blackness that was bound to fall upon the house at a certain hour seemed to be the time for all of this to conspire.
During the day it was always so easy to get lost in the crazy shuffle of things; Bringing the boys to school, getting the house put back together, trying-and failing-to deal with the whole "Emma situation" As they had been calling it which was an entire headache of it's own. When the light was bright and the day carried on shinily and happily it was easy to forget they were even a couple. Robin had his men to occupy and continue the process of opening the locksmith store he wanted to open, he had his own things to tend to, as did Regina. Being the Mayor and apparent new "savior" of a town (two rolls she never really asked for but accepted with grace and only a small grumble) were things that really could drain a person physically and mentally. By the time the day had begun to wrap up and the two of them made it home, the only time it really sunk in- the fact they were this couple, a unit of two people still trying desperately to function as one moving piece-was when they were left with nothing to do but lie in bed. In fact that's when everything sunk in.

Recalling their days, the details given depending on the energy left within either of them while getting ready for bed had become a nightly ritual, as well as the insane shuffle of attempting to get Roland to wear pajama pants (for some reason that boy HATED pants), and convincing Henry he was still young enough to need a bed time. But tonight, Henry was with David and Mary Margaret and Roland had begged and begged all day to "Please please please sleep in the tent with Will tonight like we used to." And after hours (and hours and hours) of squeaky begging, never quite breaking the barrier of the cute to annoying ratio, Robin finally agreed with a smile on his face.

Remembering the house was empty only when she unlocked the door and stepped inside to an unlit hallway, the only source of light being the small one above the door on the porch. Flicking the light on as she slipped off her shoes and hung her coat blindly on the rack. Fumbling around to get the keys out of the door, and placed on the key hook, and make her way up to the kitchen to prepare dinner for two, not four tonight. Tying her apron with a smile on her face and a nervous tickling in her lower belly as she rummaged through the cupboards, seeking the ingredients to a simple pasta dish, easy to adjust for less people. Robin had only been back for less than a month, less than three weeks actually, and the two of them have yet to have any quality alone time together. Honestly if she said she wasn't excited she would be lying to herself. It had been so long since they could just sit and talk and-god forbid-share one kiss without hearing the unmistakeable sound of Roland's giggle or feeling the rolling of Henry's eyes. Come to think of it, it had been so long since they had done anything physical. The thought that tonight could be a night of romance instead of simple innocent conversation sent a strange surge of electricity up her spine. Finishing up dinner as quickly as possible, (with the flick of a wrist because she didn't have time for this, and why the hell not. She hadn't promised not to use magic for almost a year now so what's the harm.) and appearing in front of her mirror through a cloud of purple smoke. Glancing at the clock, 7:39

Good

She still had at least 30 minutes or so before Robin would be home. Taking each layer of clothing off until she was bare in front of herself, her eyes scanning over every inch of her skin. Insecurities about her body were always something Regina struggled with her whole life. People had always told her she was nice to look at but no one ever used the word "beautiful" not like Robin did. She'd heard over and over how pretty she was or how sexy she was, and would overhear people talking about the curves of her body, but it's hard to accept these things when you don't feel it's true. Compliments had always been so shallow and held little to no meaning to her. Only when it came to her father did she ever smile wholeheartedly from kind words, because from him they were always based off of the things that really mattered; her riding skills being the main source of approval from him. Looking at herself now she couldn't help the inevitable thoughts that crept into her mind,

When did THAT wrinkle get there? My stomach isn't quite as flat as the last time we were together…

It was non stop for a good two minutes until she finally had to smack some sense into herself and remind herself that Robin didn't care at all how she looked, though he appreciated her form he was never hung up on it and would compliment her, even on the parts of herself she hated. Finally deciding on a simple red laced bra and matching panties and her short black silk robe, only torn now between bare feet or heels. The time to decide came quickly as she heard his car door shut, swinging her head around, tossing the shoes in the closet and closing the door with a bang, running gracelessly and flailing her limbs all the way down the stairs. Pausing just inside the door and up the stairs, huffing and puffing only twice while flicking her hair, tousling it and placing her hands on her hips.

No this looks too posed,

Swinging her arms by her side, Oh god what… What do I do with my hands?!

Only toying with the idea of the hand behind the head for a millisecond. The keys in the door sparking panic and confusing and forcing her hands to become clasped behind her back. Trying to hide the panic on her face as he entered the threshold. Goosebumps prickled across her skin as she could feel his eyes burn into her, scanning hungrily from her toes to her eyes. Trying to remain in control of her voice, bringing it down in pitch, oozing out of her much like the silk tied around her waist,
"Welcome home" The seductive smirk in her eyes not mirroring the false innocent smile plastered on her lips.
"Indeed…" Making his way up the stairs slowly, "If I had known this was my welcoming party I'd have hurried home much quicker…" His voice trailing off as his hands slid around her waist,

"I'm sure you would have." Her voice still low and seductive
Bringing his forehead to touch hers, "You look beautiful, my love."
Looking up at him, then down at herself bringing her hands to rest on his forearms, "What? This old thing? I just dug it up out of the back of the closet." Coaxing a deep chuckle out of him as his lips brushed against hers. Wrapping her hands around his neck, intertwining her fingers, a quiet moan escaping her chest as his arms closed tighter around her waist.

Grabbing his hands and parting their lips, "Dinner is ready in the kitchen," guiding him backwards towards the meal she secretly hoped would end up going cold.

"I think, just this once," prowling after her his head dipped towards hers, "it might be okay to skip right to dessert." Trying to connect his lips to hers once again, but meeting the side of her cheek instead.
"After I spent all night working on it? Are you sure-" Her words were cut off by a hungry kiss, and his tongue sliding against her bottom lip, and a grunt as his hands cupped her backside. Pressing her gently against the frame of the kitchen, his breath hitching as he felt her leg hook around the back of his thigh. Trailing his lips down her chin and along the column of her neck, licking along her collar bone and sighing hot breath over her wet skin as her hands pulled gently on his hair. Grasping his hands in hers once more, pushing him away with her knee and smirking at him as she dragged him up the stairs. Turning to him as they made their way to the bedroom door and meeting his lips in a heated kiss, walking through the threshold with her hands on both sides of his face circling him to face the bed, pushing him slowly backwards until his knees hit the mattress and his body gently fell backwards, his hands catching his weight behind him. Stranding between his legs, smiling at him through her thick hair, as small delicate hands pulled each string on her robe revealing her bare stomach and toned legs, only a small peek of her cleavage through the small opening she had created. Climbing onto his lap, the seductive smile never leaving her lips, shifting her weight to her bottom on top of his thighs. Pressing her weight onto him and twisting her waist slightly, victoriously licking her lips as she felt the twitch below her. Warm hands slid along her stomach and pressed against her shoulders pushing the soft silky fabric off of her arms and onto the floor, the rough pads of his fingers tracing along her sides on the way down her body until finding purchase on her bottom and squeezing gently. Planting another kiss to his mouth and immediately tracing her tongue along the line of his bottom lip as she pressed his shoulders back until they met the mattress.

Dragging his hands up her back and holding onto her hips as she began to softly rock against him, breathing heavier and shallow breaths across his skin as her tongue tickled against the scruff of his beard and all along his neck, all the way up to his ear, suckling on his earlobe and kissing the side of his face, sliding her hands into his jacket and pushing it off of his shoulders as he sat up to free his arms. Flipping them gracelessly until he lied on top of her, in only his white tank top and his jeans, kicking off his shoes. Standing on his knees as he slid the shirt off of his chest now sticky with a thin layer of sweat, giving her the perfect angle to undo his belt buckle and press his pants down past his thighs. Kicking his trousers off to the floor, and pressing his chest against hers, as he peppered kisses to the exposed skin of her breasts.

All the sudden this began to feel all to real to both of them. It felt familiar, and comfortable, but at the same time, it didn't feel… Right. They both were certainly very into the moment and enjoying themselves, and nothing made either of them feel at home like the others touch but there was just something off that neither of them could describe.

"Robin," she could feel the distance in his mind, "Robin stop." Her voice shallow and weak, pleading, until his eyes met hers.

"What's wrong?" Concern wasn't quite right to describe his tone, it was almost as if he were asking the innevidable.

"I… Well, that's what I wish you would tell me…" Her words were so soft, so soft as not to break him. They shifted their weight until they sat next to each other on top of the comforter.

"What are you talking about?"
"I just…" This was such a sensitive subject for them, "You keep trying to make up for something. Something you think you did to me." Her hand reaching out for his face, "but what happened with Zelena." His eyes falling the moment Zelena's name penetrated his ears, "it didn't happen to me. Robin, it happened to you. And as much as I appreciate the fact you feel the need to, I don't know, make it up to me? As much as I do love you for that, I wish you would just talk to me." His glassy wet eyes meeting hers again.
"I don't know how to… I mean, I just, I hurt you, and-"
"No. Robin." Sighing and shifting her weight, "Yes. I am hurt. But you are not the source of this pain. We've talked about this, talked about how sorry you are and how you feel you've wronged me. You've apologized again and again, and told me you're determined to make it up to me but Robin, sweetheart," both hands now on his face, "My pain was secondary. It was the backlash of what happened to you. And I figured you just may not be ready to talk about it but I just can't," looking down at herself, "I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."
"Regina," Holding her arm, "You are doing no such thing."

"I know that, deep down. But until we talk about it, it's just going to continue to be this huge THING in the middle of the room that won't go away. And I can't… Robin I can't be with you, not like this, in this way." He hand reaching to his chest and then back to hers, "Not until you let me in."

Sighing, his last defense still standing, thought weak, "I hurt you, Regina."
"Robin I love you." Her eyes filling with tears, "I love you, in a way I have never loved anyone in my entire life. I need you, I want you and I can't let you put yourself through this. You were betrayed, and deceived and manipulated. Please. I love you. Just let me in."
A single tear fell down her cheek, his thumb catching it before it fell off her chin.
"It never felt right." His eyes still on his free hand on his lap, "It never felt right. And I've been over it again and again in my head and I for the life of me can't remember why it felt right enough to," His words failing and his gaze finishing his sentence for him.
"She was so upset, and I was losing her again, I could feel it. I don't even remember… I don't remember it… Not really." The corners of his eyes squinting, "It all felt different after that. It felt like I had a future. I had this person who at least claimed they loved me, I had my son and I had a child." a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth,

"Robin, it's alright to be excited. Knowing you're going to be a parent is one of the… best and amazing feelings in the world. We both know that." Rubbing his jawline with her thumb.

"I had a life." His eyes meeting hers again. "It didn't feel right but…" Pausing and shaking is head, "It… didn't feel wrong." That was it. That is what he felt so guilty for, and what he hated himself for.

"Robin," her head falling to the side, "You, you thought it was forever. You thought that was your life and you did what you thought was right. It hurts, for now. It does, this situation is difficult I won't lie… but I understand it." Their hands holding tightly onto each other, "This child is going to be so loved. It's going to be so lucky to have you as a father, and I'm no stranger to raising a child that didn't grow inside of me… If, if that's something we decide we want to do."
"Regina I would be honored to have you involved in any part of this child's life. I don't want to force you into anything, I completely understand if you want nothing to do with this situation"
"Robin, this child deserves all the love in the world. It's just a poor innocent life that didn't ask for any of this. I'm here. I'm here for all of this, I'm going to be here no matter what. We'll work this out, together. I understand. Okay? Please, please don't shut me out anymore okay? And I promise to do the same."

"I promise." The thumbs of his hands rubbing gently over the tops of his hands.
"It just…" His voice so quiet, "it hurts. I feel as if I've done all the wrong things and let everyone down."
"You haven't let anyone down." Bringing her arms around his torso.
Breathing out a ragged breath, bringing his hands around her, his lungs huffing as his eyes closed, tears starting to fall down his cheeks.
"I love you Robin. I love you." She let her love fall off her lips like a mantra as he laid his head on her chest. Cooing to him as she played her hands through his hair, and held him until she felt his body get heavy, and his breathing even out. She laid with him like this all night, her own tears staining and dampening his hair only slightly.

A month had passed and still the most physical they had allowed themselves to be were light touches and soft strokes of exposed skin. It always just naturally came to a stop, there were never any expectations and it was never a big deal when it led to nothing more. The boys were at school and they stood in the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast. Drying the last of the dishes she felt him standing behind her, his hands on her hips, as he placed a kiss to her ear over her hair. A gentle content smile washed across her face, and she hummed in approval, leaning her head to the side looking at him sideways. Not a moment later his lips were ghosting across her neck and his teeth were biting at her ear, his hands rougher around her waist and his hips rocked into her gently.

Pressing her backside into him harder, placing the cup on the counter, she reached her hands behind her and into his hair. Snaking his hands around her, lifting her skirt up slowly, his fingers dragging up her thighs and tickling her skin softly. One hand made its way over her panties and she moaned instantly at the contact. Pressing his fingers along her softly and slowly and reveling in the whimpers escaping her lips, as he continued to rock himself against her moaning lowly at the delicious pressure he was causing. Fingers found their way past her underwear and slid easily along her wetness, causing her head to fall back against his shoulder with a soft airy sigh, and her hands darting out to brace her weight on her palms against the kitchen counter. Sliding his free hand up her front and into her shirt from below her stomach and sliding one of the cups of her bra up her body and off of her breast, needing the hardened nipple he found waiting for him with his thumb and forefinger. Pressing two fingers easily into her slowly almost growling at how wet she was, and how tight she felt around his fingers, and clenching his teeth at how she jerked her hips into him. Circling his thumb over her clit as two fingers easily began to pump in and out faster and faster until her pitchy breaths became strangled moans and quiet incoherent ramblings. The weight of her body leaning agains him harder, her soft moans becoming more and more frequent as her walls began to clench around his fingers. With a quiet moan and the subtle jetting of her hips she came on his fingers and hung her head forward as he brought her down slowly while her hips continued to rock. As he slid his fingers out of her her stomach sank.

Don't leave me please I just want to feel you…

The hand gripping her breast moved to her side and motioned for her to spin around, their eyes finally meeting. Bringing his other hand up, still wet from her orgasm just seconds before, he cupped under her arms and lifted her up easily onto the counter, his lips crashing onto hers as his hands undid her blouse and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts and exposing her goose-bump covered skin. Pushing her skirt up to her hips, and pulling her panties down her thighs and off of her bare feet with ease, pressing his still covered erection against her eliciting a moan from her chest. Unzipping himself and pushing his pants down past his knees, he lined himself up with her entrance and pressed his forehead against hers as he slowly pressed into her. A moan catching in her throat as her head fell backwards and her legs wrapped around his waist. Kissing her softly as he waited for her to adjust to his size inside of her, only rocking into her when he felt her hips press against him. Slowly pressing in and out of her at first with his mouth around one of her nipples, his free hand holding her upright as her hands wrapped around his shoulders. Picking up the pace and groaning into her ear as his skin slapped against hers, their moans mixing together creating a beautiful harmony of pleasure echoing quietly throughout the kitchen.

"Robin" Her breath heavy against his ear

"Oh, Regina," his breathing equally as heavy as he pressed his sweaty hairline against hers, reaching his hand down between them, circling her clit softly the way he remembered she liked as he pounded into her harder. Her cry of unexpected pleasure music to his ears as her walls tightened around him, carrying him over the edge with her, each of them softly grunting in unison as their muscles spasmed and contracted.

They stayed there, his softening member inside of her each of their half naked bodies panting and sweaty, for a few long moments holding onto each other. Their fingers playing in each others hair and a smile on both of their lips as they pressed them together.
"I love you, Robin." Breathing out easily, tired and still hazy.
"I love you too, Regina." Their lips locking together again.

Long after they had put themselves back together, and given their goodbye kisses, lingering a bit longer than usual, Regina returned to her bedroom to get her heels, and quickly change her underwear. As she stood in and braced her weight against her bed sliding on her heels, she realized the light was illuminating the room in a way she had never seen before. It was then she thought,
Maybe the sunshine isn't so bad after all…