Enchanted

Chapter Eleven

Regina and Robin were folded up on his couch Friday night. "Do you like this one?" Regina asked, pointing to a two-bedroom apartment in the classifieds.

"Mhmm," Robin murmured. He hadn't even looked at the paper. He was mostly focused on kissing her neck. Regina was enjoying herself far too much to be firmer with him. His lips found her pulse point and sucked until she quietly moaned. She allowed her head to fall back against his couch and bask for a little while longer. She savored it for a few more minutes before she finally pushed him away. His eyes were already hooded with desire when she tilted her head and frowned at him.

"Are we still looking for an apartment or not?"

He wasn't taking it very seriously. Considering Mulan's lease was up at the end of the month he needed to be more urgent in his search.

"Are you even listening?" she asked in a scolding tone. He barely nodded as he leaned into her again. His beard scratched her cheek as he made his way up to her jawline. Just as he was about to lay a kiss on her lips, she hit him with the newspaper over his head.

"Ow!" He rubbed his head, trying to keep from laughing.

"Behave yourself. You're the one who asked me to help," she chided.

Robin grinned before sobering up and leaned away from her.

"Thank you," Regina said. She had narrowed down the options considerably, but she wanted the final say to be Robin's. "Now, chose one."

Robin swirled his finger across the page and chose at random. Regina gasped at his negligence.

"How can you leave it to chance?"

Robin looked at her indifferently. "Does it have two bedrooms?"

Regina nodded.

"That's all I require," he said.

Regina rolled her eyes. "You're such a man sometimes." Before he could make a snide comment, she cut him off. "What about the neighborhood? Parking space? What about-"

"Okay, okay." Robin gave in with his hands raised in an "I'll look some more, I'm serious now," kinda gesture.

Regina smiled triumphantly and reached for Robin's half drunk beer. She wasn't a fan of beer but this wasn't that bad. Robin smirked at her when she took a sip.

"I'll make a believer out of you yet," he said proudly.

"Don't get used to it." She set the beer back on the table and pointed to her laptop. "I found some good prospects last night. Some pretty good spaces I think, but it's up to you." Regina had put more work into looking for a new apartment for Robin. She simply loved it, she only regretted not being able to look for a place of her own again.

Robin opened up her laptop on the coffee table in front of them.

"Password?" Robin asked, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

"Mary Margaret's birthday," Regina said. She leaned over him and typed it in. Regina knew it was a very minor milestone, but it sure did feel good. The only other man she had exchanged passwords with was Daniel.

Robin maximized her open tabs and scanned his options. "This is nice. West Village. Good commute," Robin commented.

"Two bedrooms, high ceilings, hard wood floors, open kitchen…" Regina rattled off with a spark in her eye.

Robin didn't realize just how much she enjoyed things like this. He thought then about involving her in the sale of his home but decided against it. Regina was his future and he didn't want her mingling with totems from his past. He had a meeting with an agent next week and hoped the house would soon be off his hands.

"I think my friend Elsa lives in this neighborhood," Regina stated, bringing Robin back to the present.

"This is it," Robin said firmly.

"It's perfect," Regina cooed.

"Good, because you're going to be spending a lot of time there," he teased.

Regina smirked, cheeks flushing instantly. The reset button on their relationship had brought them back to square one with sex, too. It had been way too long in Robin's opinion, Regina's too, if he had to guess.

"Now, where were we," he leaned over to capture her lips again, but she reached forward for the cordless phone.

Robin groaned when he kissed the air she had left behind.

"About to call the agent." She dialed the number and placed the phone by her ear. "How soon do you want to move anyway?" she asked.

"As soon as I get this place," Robin stated, though he knew it wouldn't be easy. He guessed he could get some of his employees to help.

Regina nodded as someone answered the phone. She made arrangements to view the apartment Saturday.

"Mulan will be relieved she won't be out on the streets when she gets back," Regina said when she got off the phone with the agent.

"Actually, I may not have a roommate for much longer."

"Really?"

"Phillip proposed before she deployed." Regina's eye grew wide. "Guess with all that had been going on I didn't think to tell you." He pecked her on the lips. "Sorry."

Regina shook her head. "No, it's fine. That's good news."

Robin nodded, not mentioning that Mulan had hooked up with one of her employees. There was no reason Regina needed to know, besides, it was Mulan's business.

"I couldn't live with Mulan forever," he said, hinting at a lot more with his tone.

Regina smiled but didn't respond.

The agent had left them to explore the space for a few minutes, but it was unnecessary because they both knew it was a done deal. The pictures had not done the apartment justice. Robin wasn't one to focus on details, but even he was enamored with the hardwood floors.

"I'm going to go sign the lease, you can leave if you want," Robin said, even though that was the opposite of what he had wanted. He had reluctantly let her go home Friday night only because he knew he was going to see her today.

"I'll stay." Regina smiled. She reached up and looped her arms around his neck. He groaned deliciously when her body pressed against his. Her kiss was urgent and passionate. She tasted like hazelnut to and he wondered briefly if kissing her would ever get old.

They pulled away finally and Robin left her for a few minutes to speak with the agent. Robin returned and hugged Regina from behind before she could protest. He looked around the apartment over her shoulder, his mind buzzing with a million and one ideas.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, still comfortably nestled in his embrace.

"Just all the places I could make love to you in this apartment," he said.

Regina flushed before pushing him away. "Shh." She placed her hand over his mouth. "Before he hears you." She looked behind her, terrified the agent would come out.

"Oh relax," Robin said reaching for her again. "I was only kidding-sorta. I was also thinking that I don't have enough furniture. The pieces in the old apartment are too few for this big space and they all belong to Mulan."

"Your furniture doesn't exactly go well with this place anyway," Regina said with shrug. "It would be like putting old tires on a new car."

He laughed. "I'll try not to take offense to that."

Regina took his hand as they left the apartment. "We have to go furniture shopping," she said.

"We?" he asked, eyebrows quirked.

"Yes, we," she reiterated. Robin smiled; he liked the sound of that.

They grabbed a late lunch after signing the lease. It was a small restaurant a few blocks over from the apartment. Neither of them had been before, but they both seemed to like the food. Regina had spinach Alfredo lasagna and Robin had the balsamic chicken and vegetables.

Robin reclined in the chair and couldn't help but stare at Regina sitting across from him. He knew he loved her, he just didn't know if she was ready to hear it. She caught him staring and met his gaze.

"What?" Playful sass in her tone.

"What do you want to do for the rest of the day?" he asked, his eyes reflecting exactly what he wanted to do.

"You are incorrigible," she said, glowing. "We are going furniture shopping."

Robin groaned as she laughed. "You're enjoying watching me squirm, aren't you?"

She laughed. "If you want to move next weekend you will need furniture. You do know that."

Robin sighed but nodded. "Fine."

Regina took her phone out and placed the phone by her ear.

"Who are you calling?"

"Reinforcements," Regina said.

He didn't know what that meant until Tinkerbell met them outside the furniture store. Robin reckoned he wasn't going home anytime soon as they dragged him into the store by both his hands.

Robin groaned as he fought to find the edge of the tape. He was two seconds from throwing it across the room.

Moving alone was proving difficult. He had rallied the help of his employees, but they had all backed out at the last minute. Even Will and Killian were evading his calls. He figured it would take the entire day to move into the new place. He had packed up the bedrooms during the week but had not had time to pack up the common areas.

By midday he had made little progress and was about to call Regina for help when there was rapping on his door and he groaned. The last thing he needed was uninvited company to slow down his progress.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Robin said to Regina. She smiled. She was wearing a white t-shirt and worn blue jeans; sunglasses perched on her hair.

"Thought you could use some help," she said.

"I would love it. I've gotten nowhere." He opened the door wider for her to see. Boxes and bubble wrap were strewn everywhere.

Regina chuckled. "You should have called me."

"I was about to." He showed her the phone in his hands.

"I brought a few extra pairs of hands." Robin looked behind her. Coming up the hall to his apartment were the young ladies from Enchanted. He didn't know their names but were quickly introduced as they filed into the small apartment.

"You're the best," Robin said, elated.

"Don't you forget it." She pecked his lips.

"Where's Mary Margaret?" Robin asked.

They had retired to his bar after the moving. It was after eleven pm but nobody had seemed to want to go home. The girls worked quickly and efficiently; Robin was almost jealous of how well they worked with each other. His guys got into a squabble every now and again, but Regina had created a sisterhood. He was all too impressed with her. Regina took the reins on decorating his apartment, down to the position of the centerpiece on the table.

"David's mom is in the hospital. She's at his side," Regina said. "She wanted to be here though."

"Is it serious?" Robin asked.

Regina nodded.

"Maybe we should check on them during the week."

Regina smiled. "She would like that

Robin knew how important Mary Margaret was to Regina, so she was important to him, too. He looked back from the bar to the girls. They occupied two tables, waist deep in tapas and cosmopolitans.

"Robin, this is our new spot," Belle announced.

Robin grinned. "Glad you like it."

"I can't believe Regina kept you a secret all this time," Ariel said.

Regina glared at her employees, but Robin realized they were like her family.

Robin laughed at that. Then and there he felt like leaning down and telling her he loved her in her ear. He leaned down with every intention of doing it but winded up kissing her cheek instead.

"Aww," the girls cooed.

Regina wore new lace lingerie under her blouse and shirt Thursday night. She swung the doors of the brew open, but her smile dropped when she didn't see Robin behind the counter like he always was. She saw Little John instead. He waved her over.

"Where's your boss?" she asked.

"He called in sick today. He's probably at home."

Regina pouted. What a waste, she thought. She was out the door quickly. She stopped at a deli and got him some soup before she headed for Robin's apartment. She was slightly peeved that he had not told her he was sick, but she was more concerned for his wellbeing than anything.

She knocked before she heard shuffling inside.

"It's me," she called out.

Robin swung the door wide open with a smile. He wore a grey t-shirt and boxer briefs. He didn't look sick at all.

"I thought you called in sick," she said, before he could get a word out.

"You stopped by the bar?" he asked.

She nodded. "I wanted to surprise you. John said you were sick," she quipped, still looking for signs of any illness.

"Oh." He looked at the soup in her hands and shook his head. "Not the flu or anything. The moving irritated my shoulder a bit."

He touched his sore shoulder and her face softened. "Wasn't up to slinging drinks whole day."

Regina looked at the soup and shook her head. "I feel really stupid. I guess I should have asked. I'll see you later?"

"No, stay." He held her by her forearms and she could feel his intent from only his grasp. His eyes bore into hers and she could see the need as plain as day.

"I'm all sticky from the humidity," she said.

"You can shower here," he said, gently tugging into his apartment.

A/N: TBC!