A/N: Once again, thanks to all of you - reviewers or people who put alerts on this work. I seriously never had such a great response to any of my works before. So thanks again, and enjoy today's chapter. As always, it is for you.

Prompt: Robin catches Regina in the shower.

The warm water was soothing on her barely there wounds, washing the blood away.

She had had a more than nasty encounter with a flying monkey, and its claws on her skin tearing at her flesh had not been the best part of her day.

Somehow, the water started to sting at some of the deepest wounds, and Regina hissed in pain.

She grabbed a towel she had hung above her head and tried to stop the bleeding. One nasty gash on her back had her let out a yelp of pain.

She knew, she knew that hot water was the best remedy to stop the bleeding, unlike cold water that only reopened the wounds. But it still hurt like hell.

Somehow, merely seconds after she cried out, the door slammed open, and the figure of Robin entered the bathroom, his crossbow at the ready.

He froze, she froze, as his eyes took in her naked form under the water. His gaze roamed up and down her form, and he frowned, putting the crossbow down and closing the door behind him.

Then he went to stand right before the shower, water touching and staining his clothes, but he seemingly didn't give a damn as he stepped out of his shoes and walked right under the water fall, steeping around her and grabbing a bottle of alcohol as he went.

"You are hurt. Let me."

Regina stopped breathing as she felt his soaked clothes touch her naked skin as he leaned around her to put the bottle down.

She hissed again as he touched her wound with the unmistakable sting that accompanied 90° alcohol.

A soothing hand went to her shoulder to still her. "I'm almost done. This one is nasty."

Regina's thoughts flew to places far from the present moment.

A man was in her shower. With his clothes on. While she was naked as a babe. Taking care of her wounds. And never, ever, touching her in a way that was improper.

That he had thought her in danger at all as he waited downstairs was already touching, but that he was doing that in that way, even more.

"There. I'm all done."

Robin's hands left Regina's skin, and she felt cold under the warm water.

She closed her eyes and slowly turned around, taking in his figure, soaked to the bone, water dripping in rivulets from his hair to his eyelashes to his collar to his naked feet.

Her hand lifted to touch his cheek, and his eyes closed at the soft touch.

Then she pushed herself to her tiptoes and leaned in until their lips were touching but not quite on each other.

"Thank you."

And then she closed the space separating them.

Not caring anymore if she was naked and he not.

Or that Roland and a good part of the Merry Men was downstairs waiting for them.

Living in the present.

For once.