Smut warning! It's starting to get hot in here!

Okay maybe she was a little drunk, just a little. She noticed she swayed a bit more than normal when she walked towards the car. And her attraction to Robin which was already through the roof was now sky-high. He glanced down to her hand and grabbed the keys she was holding. He held his arm out to indicate her to lead the way and she passed him with her head held up, looking more like royalty as she scanned the cars for her particular one. Robin placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her to the passenger side, opening the door to allow her to sit down.

"So kind of you," she attempted to not slur.

Robin gave her a half smile and walked to the other side. He had to adjust the seat before getting in as there was definitely a difference in height between the two of them. When it was moved to the right position for him, he got in and adjusted the rear view mirror. He looked over at Regina who was staring at him back with a twinkle in her eye. She gave him a wink and a large smile that made him laugh out.

"Ah, so this is what you're like when you've had a few in you? I figured you more of the emotional kind, but coquettish I'll take," he said while putting the car into reverse.

She watched as he effortlessly moved her pride and joy as if he had always driven it. She had this car for years; a hand-me-down gift for graduating college. Most women preferred shiny new cars or big bulky SUVs that made them appear taller. Regina didn't need any of that. She felt regal in her car and doted on it if it were a loved one. Seeing someone drive it so easily but also with finesse, she had to smile. Plus he was incredibly handsome while driving; she laughed to herself, how can anyone look handsome while driving? His long fingers gripped around the wheel as his other rested on the stick shift causing him to look relaxed just added to her focus.

She hummed to herself and looked out the window, watching the buildings pass by. He noticed her relaxed nature and reached over to grab her hand, his fingers going through hers lightly. He brought them up to his lips, while still watching the road, kissed them gently then placed her hand back on her lap. When he first grabbed her hand, she was in a little shock, but once he kissed her she nearly melted into the seat. Attempting to steady her heartbeat, she let out a caged breath.

"How is it you are single?" she boldly said out loud.

He looked her question and smiled to himself, "I haven't been single all that long to be honest."

When he didn't finish, she asked, "How long is long, exactly?"

Robin turned onto an onramp for the interstate going north. Once he was in a desired lane he cleared his throat a bit. Looking sheepish he responded, "A little over a year. I separated from my wife a few years ago but the divorce was final last June."

She looked at him with curiosity, not pity like he thought she would. She looked forward suddenly, feeling more sober as the miles went by.

"So, you haven't done any dates or anything since…" she trailed off, knowing the answer but just wanting to hear confirmation.

"Yes, since my wife. Well, ex-wife."

A sudden silence went through the car as neither one knew what to say next. The conversation went a little more personal than she expected however she did start it. Noticing the awkwardness, he went to turn on the radio.

"It doesn't work actually, a tape is stuck in it and I never got it fixed. Somehow that messed up the radio as well, so it's just the sound of the engine I listen to," she said, her voice somewhat smaller than it normally should be.

"What tape is stuck in it?" Robin asked.

Regina had a slight blush and laughed a little, thankful for the change in atmosphere. She looked over to him, noticing a smile encouraging her to finish her tale.

"Wilson Philips."

Robin squinted a little with consideration, opened his mouth to ask then closed it suddenly, tilting his head to the left, still trying to piece together what she just said.

Regina laughed at his expression and explained, "My mother gave me this car when I graduated college. However before that, we actually sort of grew up in this car. My mother and father would take it out on the weekends when we went to the Hamptons. When I was a teenager, I brought my Wilson Phillips tape with me that I just bought and put it in. However I put it in somehow wrong and it got stuck. Since that day, I've not heard music in this car since, nor have I heard any song on this tape."

"Don't you miss hearing the radio or music?" he asked as he changed lanes again.

"Not really. Besides being on the phone while driving, I've gotten used to hearing the sound of the car and just listening to it like it's the cars heartbeat," she said almost distantly.

He looked over at her and noticed a small smile. She was in a far away memory that he ached to hear about but felt it might be prying so didn't ask. Road signs passed by and soon one in particular appeared with "Exit 143" on it.

"This is the exit to take. When you get to the light, make a left, then 3 lights more and Freddie's will be on right. Can't miss it," she said with a new giddiness.

"I take it you're excited for this place, have been here often?" Robin asked as he took the exit, slowing down to the light.

"I adore this place! They have the best food I've ever had and it's so authentic. I usually come here on Saturday's for lunch and people watch. It just is so homey."

Robin took the turn and drove down the street looking at the beautiful architecture adorning the sidewalks. Tall lantern styled lights shone down on the street giving it an updated yet old time feel. Potted flowers and trees were dressed in lights on every corner. The area looked magical and he knew why Regina would live somewhere near here. He looked to his right and saw her watching him, a large grin on her face.

"Pretty isn't it?" she said as she looked down the street smiling.

He couldn't look away from her, "Breathtaking."

He looked back to the street and saw the sign for Freddie's Restaurant. Parking in front he turned off the car and let himself out. She opened her door to step out as he walked around to hand her up out of the lower car. He closed the door for her and walked with her arm on his. She smiled brightly and moved her hand through her hair. Walking towards the open door she entered the restaurant giving the maitre de a warm hug.

"Mario, how are you? I hope you're not closing up?"

A short man with a bushy black mustache stepped around the hostess desk kissing Regina on both cheeks. "Amore, for you we stay open all night! You have a guest, si? Please, any table you like, it is yours, we shall bring out the very best for our magnifico! Per favore, your name signore?" he said suddenly to Robin.

"Il mio nome è Robin Locksley, ho la fortuna di avere la cena stasera con questa bellezza," he said flawlessly.

Regina looked back at him with shock, "You know Itallian?"

"So più di un semplice italiano, but yes," he said with a suave smile. He followed her until they were shown a table by the front that had candlelight sprinkled throughout the tables. He pulled out her chair as she sat and then sat down in his own.

Mario looked at them both with a large smile, half giggling to himself. He looked at Regina, holding out his hand for her to take, "I shall bring you your favorite wine then some dishes for you both. I am happy to bring this to you as soon as I can," he said in his broken English.

She gave his hand a squeeze as he walked away and looked back at Robin who was looking at her in awe. He gave a smile as he took a sip of water from the prefilled glass on the table.

"So you are talented in darts, have been married before and are fluent in Italian. I must say you have me intrigued, what else can I learn about you?" Regina said as her hand reached across tracing his fingertips lightly.

He looked down to her hand and was about to speak when a short beep sounded from his pocket. He huffed out, excusing himself to see what the message said. His face changed slightly as he typed something then pushed his cell back in his pocket. He saw the question in her eyes and said, "Well there is something else I should tell you."

She tilted her head to the side in confusion as he brought his phone back out. He swiped across then slid the phone across the table cloth. She looked down and saw a young boy no more than five with curly brown hair and large dimples smiling up in the background. She couldn't help but smile back at the picture, he was completely adorable.

"That would be my son Roland," he said quietly.

"He's a beautiful boy," she said, her voice genuine as she looked up into Robin's eyes. "He has your smile."

Robin's heart beat faster as he realized she wasn't scared. She was fine with him having a child; it didn't look like it bothered her in the least. She looked back down at the phone, "Are there any more?"

"Children? No, just the one," he responded quickly.

She laughed, "No, I meant, are there anymore pictures?"

He laughed with her, "Oh yes, I have thousands. Probably more of his, selfies, as he calls it. He has a nasty habit of grabbing my phone and taking pictures of everything he sees."

Mario suddenly appeared and brought them a bottle of wine, uncorking it at the table. He poured a small amount into Regina's glass to let her taste. Robin watched as she breathed in the scent, her eyes closed as she brought the glass to her lips and took in a small gulp. She smiled up at Robin and nodded her head at Mario that it was too her liking. Mario then poured a glass for both of them and escorted himself away to bring them their first dish.

She raised her glass to his and clinked them together. Neither spoke for a moment as they just looked into each other's eyes. She giggled and looked down as he smiled at her. They sipped again and put the glassed down. He reached out and ran his thumb across the back of her hand.

"I'm really glad I met you tonight, Regina. I haven't had a night like this in what feels like forever," he breathed out, keeping his eyes trained on hers, "and I wouldn't change any part of it."

Her breathe caught in her throat as she watched his fingers move over her hand, caressing it almost lovingly.

Mario brought out a plate of fig and prosciutto crostadas for them to savor, followed by a plate of chilled oysters with a champagne salsa verde drizzle.

Regina looked down to her plate and held up one oyster. "You know what they say about oysters? That they are an aphrodisiac," she said then gulped down one, her tongue running along her bottom lip.

Robin looked at her with a raised eyebrow and grabbed one for himself, swallowing down the sweet-salty appetizer. He gave her a sly smile and placed the shell back down on the plate. Mario came back out to pour them more wine. Robin kept his eyes on Regina, seeing her mood changing to something else entirely, and in Italian asked Mario to bring a small dessert as they would be leaving soon. Mario got the hint and quickly fled back to the kitchens.

"What did you say to him now," Regina asked curiously.

Before he could answer, a plate of tiramisu was placed in front of both of them. Mario winked to Regina and Robin handed him a credit card under the table. Mario bowed and left the table quickly, while Robin took the only spoon on the table to dive into the confection. He then held the spoon out to her offering for her to take it. She leaned forward, opening her mouth, bringing the spoon into her mouth. She hummed as he slipped the spoon out, opening her eyes slowly watching his pupils dilate. He took a spoonful for himself, savoring in the flavor, and then gave her another bite.

Mario returned with the receipt and Robin signed with a flourish. Rising up from the table he stepped behind Regina's chair pulling it out for her.

"Grazie signore! Regina, mi amore, we love having you here, you come again, yes?" Mario said with a grand smile, walking behind them as they made their way out.

"Absolutely, Mario, you know I will always come back to you," she leaned down to kiss both cheeks. He waved goodbye to them as they walked to the car, Robin opening her door as she stepped inside. He waved once more to Mario as he got into the driver's side.

"My lady, where would you like to go now?" Robin said has he reached for her hand once again and kissed her knuckles.

She looked at him, licking her lips and said, "Go up two streets, take a right, then park in front of the white house."

Robin held her gaze then started the car, and drove swiftly to the location she mentioned. She wasn't kidding when she said she lived right around the corner from the place. A Victorian styled house greeted them as he parked the car on the street.

She got out of the car before he could get to her door, running over to his side of the car. She grabbed his hand and nearly dragged him to the front door stopping right in front it. She pulled his neck down and kissed him fiercely, feeling everything while they're mouths molded together. Shocked again by her boldness he kissed her back tasting her wine stained lips. He pressed her against the door, his leg coming up between her legs to balance both of them. His hands in her hair, feeling the softness through his fingers, he tilted his head deepening the kiss even more. She grabbed his collar bringing them closer. One of his hands moved down to her waist, grabbing her tight but not painfully so. She moaned into the kiss more, reaching for his pocket that held the keys, her hand grazed close to the bulge in his pants. She gave a sultry giggle, causing a groan to come out from deep in his throat. Finding the keys and turning around she searched for the house key. He dipped his head to her shoulder, kissing and suckling her pulse point as she attempted to open the door. The sensation of his tongue on her neck made her lean her head back more so, giving him further access. She finally pushed the door open, both of them stumbling inwards as she closed and locked the door. He pushed her against the door again, kissing her deeply.

Her fingers traced his taught muscles under his shirt, finding the buttons, she undid the top two. He reached his hands down to hers brushing them aside to rip apart his shirt for her, buttons scattering to the floor. She felt a warmth flow through her as he kissed down her jaw to her neck once more. Her hands found his tight tank top tucked into his slacks and pulled it up, feeling his toned stomach under her fingertips. She shoved him back to move them away from the door, but kept her hands on him, feeling his muscles move as he walked backwards. He looked down at her and smiled looking every inch of sex incarnate. He gripped her waist as he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his middle, she continued to kiss him passionately. She broke the kiss for a moment to see where he was walking, letting out a laugh at the silliness of the situation. He chuckled into her skin as he continued to torture her with his tongue.

"Up the stairs then straight is my room," She breathed as he maintained his hold on her. He took to the stairs, moving as fast as he could without losing control. Once at the top, she reached an arm out to the door frame of her room to open the door. He switched sides and starting laving on her left side as she found the handle and opened it. He walked in breaking from the kiss as he found the king size bed. He dumped her onto it, not nearly as graceful as it probably should have been but neither cared as he covered her body with his. One hand dove into her hair as the other moved down the side of her body. She mewed as his lips drew south, making his way down to her collar bone, her blouse pulled tightly across her breasts, he undid the buttons to let them be free. Once spread open he looked down to her bra clad form, enthralled with her olive tone skin. She leaned up as she pulled her shirt off, he took the opportunity to reach behind her and undo the clasp with one hand. The bra fell down and he swept it away. He pulled off his shirt and undershirt, leaving them both topless. The moonlight spilling into the room gave off enough light for both of them to see the hunger their eyes as well as their bodies. She leaned back and he looked down at her, mesmerized.

"You are enchanting, my lady," he said with awe.

"You're one to talk," she replied, looking at his form, practically salivating with desire.

He leaned back down over her, covering her mouth with his, their tongues moved together in a dance. His hands touched her soft skin, making its way down to her breasts. His hand lightly closed over one without squeezing it. He felt her pebbled nipple in his palm and inwardly growled with need. He moved his lips down the column of her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses down to the valley between her breasts. He kissed across the tops then finally took a nipple in her mouth, slowly sucking on it. She let out a low moan as she arched her body more into the kiss. His other hand fondled and squeezed her side as he gave her other bosom attention. He felt her breath hitch as he flicked his tongue over the tip, then let his teeth graze across. He moved his mouth down to her stomach, licking down to her navel, dipping his tongue in just a tad. Her core throbbed knowing what was to come soon. He continued to move again, his hand finding the side zipper of her skirt, pulling it down as he tugged it down her legs. He flung the skirt to join their shirts on the floor; he looked back down at her in only black lace panties with a matching garter belt.

He swallowed his thirst as he drank in the site of the onyx haired enchantress before him. She was so damn beautiful he couldn't help but stare. He bent back down to her stomach, kissing her skin softly. His tongue ran along the edge of her bikini briefs, looking up to see her head sway back and forth. She was not stopping him at all, her desire palpable as he reached down and undid the garters holding up her silk stockings.

"As much as I would love to keep these on, it does hinder my ability to pleasure you further," he said, the hunger in his voice causing her to look down at him.

"We wouldn't want that," she replied. Her willingness to practically give herself to him made him throb, he was nearly coming undone.

Her garters unhooked, he pulled the offending garment away, then pulled the panties down her legs, slowing as he watched her face change from desire to absolute need. He left her stockings and heels on and crawled back up to her stomach, leaving kisses down to her center. He dipped his head down between her spread legs, tongue licking across her small nub. She let out a breath and he gave her a long lick, his mouth coming down fully onto her. He brought a finger up and pressed inward feeling her heat radiate off her.

"Gods, you're absolutely wet for me," he breathed into her skin. Her head was spinning as she ran a hand through her hair. His mouth was doing things to her that she normally never let anyone do, but she couldn't resist with him. He was breathtaking as he laved and suckled her, bringing her closer to something. He heard her breath quicken as he stayed with her, moving his tongue up and down, then in small circles. He added a finger into her and she lifted her hips up slightly.

"You like this, my sweet?" He asked as he kept pushing her forward, closer and closer to a heightened peak. She felt it coming; she moved a hand to fondle through his hair, giving him the extra push to go faster. She whimpered as she said his name over.

"Robin, I'm so close," she breathed, feeling the crest getting closer. Her grip on the blanket twisting it into a mess, she moved her head to the other side, letting out a low moan.

He moved his thumb to her clit, moving it in circles and he moved up toward her, kissing her neck and then mouth, letting her taste her desire on his lips. His thumb pressed down just enough for her to nearly explode. He breath coming faster to her, she was just there.

"That's it, let go, darling," he breathed as he kissed her neck. She let out a loud moan as she finally saw stars explode under her eyelids. He dipped his fingers into her, feeling her throb around him, becoming harder than he already was. Her body relaxed finally as she came down from her high. She looked into his eyes as he brought his lips to hers again. Her breathing slowing as she pulled back.

"Mmm, your turn," she said.

I know, I'm mean, not to worry my lovelies, I'll be writing more with these two! This is just the appetizer..