Hope you enjoy this one! I think it might be one of my favourite chapters so far. ;)

Oh shit, Robin stood at the door looking at his ex and it was safe to say she looked mad, really mad; he knew why, he had kinda just left without a word to her and because she was his publicist, she demanded to know where he was at all times, she was totally needy and annoying. Why was she there at this time in the morning though? Was she really that petty that she felt the need to check up on him literally as soon as he got home? "Marian why are you here?" He asked.

She scoffed and shook her head, "let me in Robin," Marian literally pushed past him, moving into the foyer and glaring at him.

"Marian, you can't just barge in here."

"Johanna called me, she said she was worried about you, worried that you had gone and married a complete stranger."

"Regina isn't a stranger," he sighed, he should have known this wasn't about his career, it seemed his ex was here to rant at him about getting married to someone other than her, she always was the jealous type, even if they weren't together any more, he still knew how she felt towards him, a feeling that he didn't reciprocate, not anymore, those feelings felt so insignificant now, like they didn't exist in the first place. "I love her."

"Here you go with the insanity again, seriously Robin, I think you need to tell me what the hell is going on with your life and if you won't tell me, I think you should start seeing a therapist."

"I don't need a shrink and I don't need you sticking your nose in where it isn't wanted, Johanna had no right calling you and asking you to come here, she shouldn't have done it."

"I'm glad she did, because now I can see that you are absolutely bonkers."

He groaned in frustration, why was it so hard for her to grasp this, for her to realise that he didn't want her there, that he didn't want her impeaching on his business, it was his and no one else's, no one's except from Regina's, she was the only person he was going to talk to about things, because she was his wife, he could trust her and trust in her advice. "Marian, don't lecture me," he sighed, glancing back to the kitchen where he knew Regina was waiting for him to introduce her to Killian. "You don't have any right to lecture me."

Marian closed her eyes and shook her head before moving towards him and placing her hands on his arms, "Robin, I'm worried about you," she rubbed his biceps gently with her thumbs, casting him a solemn look, "that's all, you mean a lot to me and I don't want you getting hurt."

Robin took a deep breath, how was he supposed to react to that? She seemed genuine, but this was Marian and he could never tell if she was being truthful with him or spurting her lies once again. He simply stared at her, trying to read the expression on her face, one of her hands moved up to cup his cheek and he was literally about to push her off when he heard Regina's voice.

"Robin?"

He turned to the side to see his wife stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching them. "Regina," he smiled, moving out of Marian's grasp, "she was just leaving, weren't you," he turned back and glared at his ex, before walking over to Regina and placing her hair behind her ear. Marian's face was priceless, she was just gawking at Regina, her mouth open in shock.

"I see," Regina nodded, squeezing his hand gently, before moving closer to the other woman, "hello, I'm Regina, Robin's wife."

"Marian."

"Oh, we spoke on the phone didn't we?" He heard an edge to his wife's voice something that was interesting, was she jealous? "I remember that now." She smiled at her sweetly and Robin had to fight the need to laugh, she was so cute, but he just knew that she was going to get Marian's back up acting like that and he had a feeling she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Yes, well, that was an unfortunate conversation," Marian scoffed glaring at her.

"Well, I don't know what I have done that is so wrong," she replied looking at Robin.

"You trapped Robin, you manipulative bitch!" Suddenly before he could see it coming, his ex lurched towards Regina, grabbing the collar of her shirt and pinning her against the wall.

"Marian!" Robin yelled.

"Robin I can handle this," Regina stated, shaking her head as she glared at the woman, taking hold of her wrists, "would you remove your hands from me please."

Marian scoffed and shoved her before letting go and straightening up, "I know your game, I know what people like you do, you lure men in with your beauty and then you ruin them completely! You won't get away with it!"

The expression on Regina's face was a mixture of things, anger, annoyance and a little bit of smugness. She simply brushed her hands over herself, before moving closer, "I am telling you right now, Robin is my husband not yours, maybe you want to find a man of your own to concern yourself about, because you cannot have mine as much as you might want him, he wants me, so why don't you be a dear and remove yourself from the property, or do I have to remove you myself? Trust me I will enjoy that profusely, don not ever threaten me again, I do not appreciate it, especially not in my own home."

"Your own home," she sniggered rolling her eyes.

"I live here, so I think that means that it is my home, does it not? I think that maybe you had your sights on this house yourself, and that you my dear are insanely jealous, am I right?"

"Oh wow Robin, you got yourself a little bitch here."

"Get out Marian, I think she said it just right," he glared at her before proudly placing an arm around his wife. "Leave."

"Can you not see it?" she spat, moving to the door and shaking her head, "she's blaming me! It's her, she's the one trying to steal your money, she's the one you were stupid enough to marry! Open your eyes!"

"Oh they're wide open," he shrugged, "get out," Marian glared at him and then at Regina, before turning to leave; once she was out of the door, he slammed it behind her, knowing that she was only going to try and say something else, something he wasn't interested in.

Regina let out a little laugh and shook her head, "oh my goodness, did you see that?" she questioned, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, her chin leaning on his shoulder.

"Yeah," he chuckled, finding her hands that rested on his stomach, "you madam are amazing."

"She pushed me," Regina scoffed, "you don't think I was too forceful with her do you?" She asked in concern.

"No, I think you told her where she could stick it."

"Stick what?" She questioned.

Robin chuckled and shook his head, god he loved his wife.

"Never mind babe," he kissed the side of her head, "right breakfast, come with me," suddenly he lifted her up onto his shoulder as she squealed and hung onto his shirt.

"Robin!" She laughed wriggling on his shoulder, kicking her legs. He grinned and pretended to drop her, causing to scream before laughing, "Robin don't you dare drop me!"

He stroked her inner thigh gently as his hand was hooked over her leg. Slowly he ghosted his fingers across her sex which was covered by her jeans, resulting in her squirming. He laughed and held onto her tighter; once he reached the kitchen counter, he slapped her ass playfully, before depositing her on the table and pulling back to look at her. Robin ran his hands up her things as he looked into her sparkling eyes and she giggled at him. "Did you really think that I would drop you?" He asked, placing his forehead against hers, as one of his hands moved to cup her cheek gently.

"No," she whispered, nuzzling her nose against his as she wrapped her arms around him, before whispering, "I thought you were making my breakfast."

"Maybe I want something else for breakfast," he grinned pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, his fingers pressing against her through the material of her trousers, touching her harder.

"Oh," she rose her eyebrows, "what might that be?" She asked, running her hands up and down his arms.

"You."

"Oh my," she breathed as he undid the buttons on her jeans, "what if someone comes in?" she muttered.

"They won't," he shook his head, all he could think about was tasting her again, he was addicted to the way she tasted, to the little noises she would make as pleasure coursed through her veins, "just think about the things I can make you feel," he smirked.

"Well, then I think you best get to work," she nodded. He chuckled and began to pull her trousers down, "do you think that this is all that sanitary?" she questioned, causing him to let out a whole-hearted laugh.

"Really Regina?"

"What? It was a perfectly acceptable question, was it not?"

"Babe, will it make you feel better if I lift you off there and disinfect it first?" he joked.

"I don't think that is exactly necessary, do you?" she rolled her eyes, "and it is also not, as you would put it, very hot."

He eyed her as she grinned at him, proud of herself for using more modern language, "no, it wouldn't be very hot. To be honest, I hope you're ready for this."

"Oh I think I…" he pulled her jeans and panties down around her ankles and she let out a loud yelp, "oh my goodness! That is so cold!" she shivered, her bare ass sitting upon the marble counter top, she squirmed and gasped. Robin watched her before grasping her knees and pushing them apart, his hands stroking her now revealed flesh, moving his way up towards where her warm pool of heat was contrasting with the cool of the worktop. His lips attached to her inner thigh and she stopped moving as she watched him, he looked up at her and smirked, before sucking on her skin in an open-mouthed kiss, trying to leave her a little reminder in the form of a love bite.

He released her with a pop, admiring his handy work, tracing the outline with his fingers, before slowly moving further up her leg, peppering kisses as he went. He reached her sex and slid his hands up to her hips, pulling her closer to his mouth, before running his tongue through her folds and earning a loud moan from her as she arched into him. He toyed with her entrance, dipping his tongue inside her, tasting her sweet arousal; pleased to find that she was very turned on, he decided to see how she responded to dirty talk, "baby, you're so wet for me," he groaned, sucking on her clit, before mapping out each part of her.

"Oh my," she whispered, her hand coming to the back of his head as she played with his hair.

"I love it when you get like this, when I cause you to get like this, it makes me want to take you on this very table, make love to you," he groaned against her flesh, bringing his fingers up to help him in his task, playing with the mixture of her juices and his saliva.

"Do it Robin, please do it," she whimpered, leaning back to lay on the counter as he pulled her trousers off fully so that she could wrap her legs over his shoulders.

"I promise you we will another time, but right now I want to make you scream with my tongue." With that, he lowered his mouth back down to her and pushed two of his fingers inside her warm wet core, curling him in a way he knew would make her scream, he wasn't disappointed as she made a loud noise of appreciation.

"Ooh yes! Robin!" she squealed writhing below him, arching her back, trying to push herself harder against his face, "yes," she whimpered, her hand coming to help her in her task. Robin groaned against her and nibbled her clit lightly, causing her to let out the most magical sound he had ever heard in his life; his fingers sped up and she got louder, yelping with each thrust. He looked up at her and saw that she had thrown her head back and was trying to hold onto something with her other hand, but obviously couldn't hold onto the counter top, "Robin, I'm close, I'm close!"

He sucked harder on her clit, before releasing it and flattening his tongue so he could lick her; one of his hands came up to her stomach so he could hold her still, he felt it clench under his hand and then her walls were tightening around his fingers, squeezing, he knew she was there, that she was coming. She arched up her bottom half before landing back on the counter, her skin slapping against it as she wriggled below him, making the same noises that drove him crazy. He was about to slow down, when she continued thrusting against him.

Raising his eyebrows, he carried on thrusting inside her and sucking on her clit, "Robin! Yes, please!" Okay, so this had never happened to him before, he'd never had a woman want him to continue so soon after she'd orgasmed, but clearly that was exactly what she was wanting, so he proceeded to give her precisely that. She squirmed and bucked against him as she released for the second time in the space of minutes. She dropped down, lying flat on her back as she squeezed her legs together, trapping his head between her thighs. He pulled his fingers out from inside her as his mouth left her clit, he looked up at her and shook his head.

Her eyes were closed as her chest heaved and her body shook with aftershocks, she was breathing heavily, one hand pressed against her heart. Robin stood slowly, he grabbed some kitchen roll and wiped her arousal off his hands, before running them across her legs and up over her waist. Regina seemed to recover and sat up slowly, "oh my," she whispered.

"I take it that was good for you."

"That was exactly what I needed this morning," she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, as she pressed her lips to his and laughed.

"What?"

"It's just that, I could taste myself on you," she stated shyly, looking down as she ran her fingers across the back of his neck.

"Did you like it?" he asked, stroking her cheek gently.

"I guess," she nodded, glancing back up at him, a blush present on her cheeks, he grinned and pressed is lips to hers again.

"Don't be afraid of telling me what you like, I want to know what your desires are," he breathed against her lips, causing her to shudder, "I want to give you exactly what you want, what you wish for."

"I think that you just did," she whispered, kissing him deeply, he pulled her so that she was flush against him, her naked core pressed against his jeans.

"Although that was an amazing breakfast, I think I might need to feed my bride." He announced, his lips ghosting across hers as he spoke, she froze in his arms and he pulled back a little to look at her properly, "hey, Gina?"

"You want me to…"

"No!" he shook his head, immediately catching her drift, she thought he was wanting her to give him a blowjob, which had in no way been what he was meaning, not at all, he meant actual food, he needed to make sure that she ate enough to keep her energy up, because he knew that multiple orgasms would probably take it out of her. "Babe, I mean that I was going to cook your breakfast. I don't expect you to do anything, at all, okay, I would never ask you to do anything like that."

"Oh," she nodded, loosening up again and cupping his cheek, "thank you," she pressed her lips to his and wrapped her legs around him, "I love you."

"I love you too," he grinned, stroking the side of her upper thigh as he kissed her deeply.

"Robin? You in here?"

She pulled back and looked at him in alarm, his eyes went wide as he reached down and grabbed her panties, pulling them onto her, quickly followed by her jeans, she was just doing up the buttons when the door opened and Killian walked in as they both turned to look at him. Regina readjusted her hair and coughed lightly.

"Hey mate," Killian smirked, looking from one to the other. Robin closed his eyes and shook his head, before turning to Regina and discreetly reaching out to move her blouse so that it covered her bra.

"Killian, I didn't hear you coming in."

"Oh you didn't? Johanna let me in."

"Okay, cool, well I was just about to make some breakfast for this one," he gestured to his wife who was still sat on the counter top, "so would you like some?" he asked, rubbing Regina's knee playfully, as he tried to work out what his friend was thinking.

"Sure, why not," he took a seat at the breakfast bar as Robin lifted Regina down, as he did, she accidentally knocked over a glass of orange juice.

"Oops," she giggled, leaning over and grabbing a cloth out of the sink, "I think I should probably clean up that mess."

Robin smirked and shook his head, he knew exactly what she was playing at, it wasn't about cleaning up the orange juice, it was about what was underneath the orange juice. He sniggered and kissed the back of her head before moving past her and taking the bacon out of the fridge.

"So Robin I don't think you introduced me to this lovely lady."

"Oh, sorry," Robin chuckled, putting the kettle on to boil, before coming back over to her and stroking her cheek, "this beautiful woman is my wife, Regina."

"Whoa, wait up, wife? Where was my invite?" the Irishman scoffed.

"We eloped," Robin shrugged, placing the bacon in the grill and turning on the hob before retrieving some eggs and putting them down beside it. "coffee babe?" he asked looking to Regina.

"Yes please dear," Killian responded, earning a laugh from Regina as she sat down next him.

"Really Killian?" Robin rolled his eyes, before looking at the amusement on his love's face and grinning at her, "Regina."

"I would love one thank you," she turned to Killian and tilted her head, "so, how do you know Robin?"

"Ah, well, we go way back, but I'm in the film industry, I usually make his stuff into motion pictures."

"Oh my, that is wonderful, do you need an actress?" she asked, taking the mug of coffee off Robin and smiling at him. Robin chuckled at her, he would love for her to star in one of his movies, she would be perfect, he cracked the eggs in the frying pan, still listening to the two.

"I actually came to talk to your husband about that."

"What?" Robin asked.

"We got Johnson."

"Really?" he asked, his eyes widening slightly, they had been trying to get this actress for a while, way before he had met Regina, she had been the one he had envisioned in the role. "Wow."

"I know, it's massive, she wants to meet you first."

"Cool," he nodded, noticing that Regina had gone quite as she sipped her coffee. "Gina?"

"Hmm?" she looked up at him and he furrowed his eyebrows at her.

"You okay?"

"Yes, of course I am," she smiled, taking another sip.

He looked at Killian and frowned, "I would need her to audition though."

"What? Mate, she's perfect for the roll, you know she is."

"Yeah, but, I think that maybe we should give someone else the opportunity to get the role," he shrugged, moving behind his wife and beginning to rub her shoulders, "don't you?"

"With all due respect, I don't think that Johnson does interviews, you either want her or you don't."

"Well, what if there's a chance I can find someone better?" he asked, squeezing Regina's shoulders gently.

She turned to look at him and grinned in realisation, "really? You want me to audition?"

"Yes, if you want to audition, Killian? Would you consider giving my wife an audition for the part?"

Killian groaned and looked her up and down before shaking his head, "I don't see why not, but there's no way that Johnson is going to audition."

"Fine, but set up an interview for Mrs Locksley please," he kissed her neck lightly, before pulling away and going back to his eggs, then turning the bacon. Opening the cupboard, he retrieved some bread rolls, he was going to give Regina a chance, for all he knew she was better at acting than Johnson, he hadn't seen her act, only heard her sing and play, Tink had said that she acted too, so he was going to allow her the opportunity to gain herself a role.

"Would you like some help?" Regina asked, standing up and leaning against the counter.

"Can you butter the rolls please?"

"Yes, of course," she smiled, taking a knife from him as she began to spread the butter on the bread.

"Killian?"

"Yeah, fine, she can have an interview, you have the scripts, right?"

"I wrote it, so yeah," he chuckled, leaning over Regina so that he could grab some condiments out of the cupboard. "Anyway, how is the rest of production going?"

"We got the sets ready to go, in fact, as soon as we have our female lead, we can get to filming."

"Good, is that all you needed to talk to me about?"

"No, we have our male lead."

"You didn't tell me," he frowned, he liked to be notified about each and every development, he needed the characters to be just right, just how he envisioned them, "who'd you get?" He asked.

"Jefferson Hatter."

"Oh, right," he nodded, "sounds like a good choice." He's met Hatter a couple of times at social events and seen his other films, so he knew he was great, he would probably be a good option for the lead role.

"Well, that's about it, we just need a leading lady."

Robin dished out the bacon and eggs before passing one sandwich to Killian as Regina picked up her own.

"Robin? Do you have a script I could look at?" she asked.

"Sure," he left the room for a brief minute, heading into his office and taking the script from his top draw, before re-joining them in the kitchen, "one script for you milady."

"Why thank you good sir," she quipped, winking at him, "I think I shall retire to the sun room to peruse this, leave you boys to your meeting," she placed a kiss on Robin's cheek as she picked up her plate in one and her coffee in the other, the script secured under her arm.

"Okay, I shouldn't be too long baby."

"Take as long as you need," she smiled, "it was lovely to meet you Killian."

"You too," he nodded. They both watched as she left and the Irish man sat back in his seat, letting out a low whistle, "wow, she's something."

"Yes, she is," Robin agreed.

"So, you think she'll be better than Johnson?"

"We'll see won't we."

It was late afternoon and the light was slowly slipping away as Regina and Robin walked hand in hand down Oxford street. He couldn't stop himself from laughing at her as she looked at everything with an excited expression on her face, looking at people, in shop windows and at transport, especially the red double decker buses, "Robin, look at everything," she squealed, hugging his arm, her brown eyes sparking in fascination.

"I know, so which shop would you like to go in first?" he asked.

"All of them," she chuckled, dropping her head to his shoulder. She was still in the white trousers with her tan coat tied around her and she also had on some black heeled boots, she looked very stylish and he couldn't be prouder to have her on his arm.

"How about, we look in Selfridges?"

"Okay," she agreed and they stopped outside the building which was all lit up, "wow, come on," she dragged him through the door like an excited child wanting to go on a ride at Disney land. She nodded to the door man, "thank you kind sir."

"Come on," he laughed, placing his hand on the bottom of her back.

"I was only being friendly," she shrugged, running her hand through an array of coats.

"First rule of London, most people will not appreciate manners."

"They won't?"

"Nope," he sighed leading her to the shoes and seeing her eyes go wide as she stared at them all, they were categorised by brand and then by colour, "now you, you can have anything you want."

"Robin…"

"Regina, there is an empty wardrobe at home with your name on it, I want you to fill it, don't argue with me on this."

She bit her bottom lip, before picking up a pair of six inch red heels and holding them up, "people actually wear these?"

"Yes," he nodded, sitting down in one of the seats that he was pretty sure were there for husbands to sit in whilst their wives shopped. He wouldn't know, having never been shopping with a woman before, he normally would go into one store, usually, one of the main department stores and buy everything he needed. As for red carpet events, designers would give him clothes, so he didn't need to worry about any of it. He watched her as she looked at the shoes and shook her head.

She undid the buttons on her coat, revealing a white blouse she had changed into, "how? It just doesn't comprehend in my brain somehow, in fact…"

"Please don't break any body parts," he chuckled.

She swatted him playfully and dropped her coat on his lap, as she sat down beside him and removed her boots, before slipping her feet into the heels. She grabbed his arm as she stood up, holding onto him for balance, before letting go, "goodness, I feel like I am going to fall over," she giggled, walking to look at some other shoes.

He looked at her and groaned, she looked so beautiful, her pants were sculpted to her amazing ass and those shoes made her legs look longer, he really wanted her to get them, even if the only time they were used was in the bedroom. She swished her hair and returned holding a pair of three inch black heels, "get them both."

"I don't know about that, when am I ever going to wear these?" she asked, gesturing to the ones she had on her feet.

"I can think of a couple of times," he smirked, running his hands up and down the side of her legs.

"Robin, we're in public," she whispered, catching his hands and stopping him as she cast him a sideways smile.

"I know, but I am afraid I cannot resist you," he laughed, "get the shoes."

"Okay," she chuckled, leaning down and taking them off one by one, meaning that she was her short self again.

"Go, find anything you like."

"Alright then, I will."

They left Selfridges with about ten bags, Robin holding around eight of them, "I think we may have gone slightly overboard," Regina stated, biting her bottom lip as she looked at him.

"No, I don't think so, personally, I think you are underestimating the size of that wardrobe," he grinned, "in fact I think we may have forgotten to purchase an essential part of your wardrobe."

"We did?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows at him as she looked up and tucked her hair behind her ear, "what?"

"Really Regina, what maybe, could we have possibly forgotten?" he chuckled, stopping in front of the place she would be able to get what she needed, "think about it."

She halted with him and frowned, a confused look on her face, before she looked past him and her eyes went wide, "oh, yes," she giggled, "oops."

"Come on," he urged her inside as she looked around in shock, staring at all the underwear in the shop. He laughed at the look on her face, apparently, it was a little weird for her to see underwear displayed like it was, "this is Victoria's Secret."

"They actually display things like this?" she questioned.

"Hmm, you should see Ann Summers."

"Oh," she walked further into the shop, looking at the underwear, "look at this one," she breathed, holding up a black lace bustier, "it's very beautiful isn't it?"

"Yes," Robin nodded.

"Oh my goodness," she passed the bra to him and picked up another lacy number, this time in a red colour, "that is so pretty."

"Add it to the pile," he stated, taking it off her quickly, knowing how sexy it would look on her, "babe, I think that you should get measured first."

"Measured?"

"It's okay," he reassured, leading her to the changing rooms, once they reached the door, there was a blonde woman stood there, with a name tag on, "hi, my wife, needs to be fitted."

"Yeah, sure," she nodded, smiling at Regina, "come through with me and I can do that now."

Regina looked up at him with a concerned look on her face, as though he was going to leave her there alone, she grabbed his hand and held on tight, "Robin, come in," she pleaded, her eyes begging him.

"Sweetheart, I'm not allowed in there," he shook his head, feeling horrible for leaving her, "you'll be okay, I promise you and I will be right out here."

"Okay," she whispered, dropping her head as she followed the woman.

Oh my god, why was that so hard? Seeing her walk away from him as she turned her head back to watch him, it really shouldn't have been that horrible. Clearing his throat, he began looking at the underwear and picking out a couple of things he thought she might like and knew would look good on her.

Suddenly he felt someone grab him from behind and turned around, "Mal," he grinned.

"I think that would look good on you," she sniggered.

"Oh do you think?" he chuckled holding a burgundy babydoll up against his chest.

"Definitely," she nodded, before shaking her head, "it's good to see you," she nudged him playfully.

"You too," he agreed, happy to see an old friend, he hadn't seen her in a while and had missed her, they had been friends at University, she had gone around with him and the boys.

"So what brings you into a woman's lingerie shop?" She asked, taking the nightgown from him, "it's pretty."

"It is, I'm here with…"

"Robin," he felt an arm hook around his and turned to see that his wife had arrived back from the fitting room.

"Hey babe, was it okay?"

"Yes," she smiled, looking towards the other woman.

"Mal, this is my wife Regina."

"Oh, you got married? Wow, that is brilliant, congratulations," she hugged him and then Regina, "boy am I happy he didn't marry that moody bitch Marian," she laughed, holding Regina's hands, "she is awful, have you met her?"

"Unfortunately," she chuckled, "yes, she was not the nicest person."

"Understatement of the year, she is literally the biggest bitch you will ever meet, anyway, enough about that complete and utter cow," she turned to Robin and placed her hands on her hips, "why was I not invited to this wedding?"

"Everyone keeps asking that," Robin shook his head, "but we eloped."

"Sensible," she squeezed one of Regina's hands and smiled, "it is so nice to meet you, we should definitely get together at some point."

"I would love that," Regina beamed, "thank you, I think I am in need of some friends."

"Well then, get my number off Robin and call me up."

"I will do that," she nodded, looking to Robin.

Robin smiled and played with her hair gently, he was glad she had found someone to spend some time with, because she was right, she would be needing some friends and so far, she hadn't exactly been received well by the other women in his life, he was glad that Mal was willing to be friends with her.

"Anyway, I have to rush off, I just spotted you and thought I'd say hello. Regina, call me soon."

"It was lovely to meet you."

"You too, bye chick." The blonde waved, before leaving them in the store.

Regina cast him a bright smile, "she was nice."

"Dragon lady, yeah, she's cool."

"Dragon lady?" She asked, raising her eyebrows as she picked up the same babydoll he had been looking at.

"Yeah, that's her nickname, she'll probably give you one at some point," he laughed, "so were you okay in there?" he questioned, concerned because she had been nervous.

"Yes, I now know what bra size I am," she scrunched her nose up at him before picking up a thong and pulling a funny face.

"Oh wow, yeah, I don't know about that."

"Where's the back?" she asked.

"That is the back," he pointed to the tiny piece of fabric.

"Doesn't it… you know, dig in?"

"Probably, can't say I have first-hand experience with the problems of chaffing thongs," he smirked, joking with her.

"Robin," she giggled, dropping it back down, "shall we find some things and go home?"

"Yep lets."

"Maybe, I could give you a little fashion show when we get there."

"Well then, we better hurry up and get home, because I cannot wait."

"Good," she smirked, picking up a sexy pair of panties, "what do you think of these?" she asked, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and casting him a sensual look.

"Put them in the basket."

"That's what I thought."