A/N: I know, I know. Three chapters yesterday and two today. But don't get used to it. Just trying to prove to somebody that they're loved!

Enjoy.


It didn't take long for Roland to fall asleep, and Robin probably rushed out there sooner than he should have. He really had to force himself to take his time, and not bolt to Regina's side. So he went into his own room and grabbed the flannel shirt she'd worn for her little dance routine the week before, with the intention of letting her change out of her wet shirt.

God that dance had been confusing! On the one hand he was humiliated, but on the other he was so touched. Roland was adorable, and Regina was… well, forbidden. But bloody hell he wished she wasn't.

When he finally got down to the lounge Regina had two mugs of tea waiting on the coffee table and she was lying on the sofa, back against the armrest and her feet on the seat, a book resting on her knees.

"Did he get to sleep?" She asked, looking up, and Robin nodded. Without thinking he lifted her feet and sat down, putting her feet in his lap. [21] Then he leaned forward and grabbed his tea. He settled down and took a sip of his tea before he realised what he had just done. He glanced at Regina, and she had an eyebrow raised, but she pressed her feet down on his lap when he looked like he was going to move. She practically glared him into staying there, and eventually he settled back, with a smile and nodded.

"I managed about four pages before he was out like a light. I think he was exhausted."

Regina grinned and glanced back at her book.

"Well we had to defend our castle from an evil monster and that took a lot of energy." She turned a page, but she wasn't really reading.

"An evil monster hey? What sort of monster?"

Regina glanced at the man beside her.

"To be honest it was a hippo." She admitted, and Robin blinked in surprise.

"A hippo?"

Regina nodded.

"Apparently he saw one on TV and was freaked out by it, so that was the monster that attacked our castle. That's why we couldn't have a moat, because the hippo would have been able to swim across."

Robin was speechless for a bit and then he started to chuckle.

"Right, so an evil hippo. That's … different!"

Regina started to giggle and then she reached over to grab her mug. As she moved Robin was reminded that her shirt was drenched.

"Oh, that reminds me." he handed her the shirt. "I thought you might want this." Regina took the shirt, but her expression suggested she had no idea why. "Because you got, you know, soaked?" He waved vaguely at her chest, and Regina glanced down. Her yellow bra was clearly visible under the wet fabric and she sucked on her lip, trying to look embarrassed.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry." She moved to stand up and he had to lift his hands quickly so as to not spill his tea. "I didn't realise."

"It's fine," Robin spluttered. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, I just… well I assumed that you were probably cold. You look cold."

He groaned as soon as he said that, because he was basing his observation on the fact that her nipples were most definitely hard, and he didn't want her to realise that he was looking at her chest.

Regina glanced down and bit back a chuckle.

"Yeah, could probably poke somebody's eye out with one of those," She mumbled, and then turned her back to Robin. "I'm so sorry, you must think I'm terrible." She quickly pulled the top off and dropped it on the table, glancing back at Robin over her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" His voice cracked, and Regina frowned as she picked up the shirt, her back still to him.

"Um, changing?" She explained as she slipped on his shirt. It felt so lovely and soft, and even though there was no way she would ever buy one of these shirts on her own, the fact that it was his made it all so alright!

"You didn't want to leave the room?" He felt bad for saying it, but still. She spun around half the buttons done up, as she finished the others.

"You didn't look did you?" She sounded so innocent as she finished the buttons and sat down again. Robin gulped and ran his fingers through his hair.

"No, of course not." he blushed, and Regina just smirked and picked up her mug and book again.

"Good, so no harm no foul." She resumed her pretend reading and waited for Robin to settle back down, and let the blush fade from his face.

He was quiet for a while, but eventually he grabbed the remote for the stereo.

"Do you mind if I play some music? I just find it easier to relax in the evenings with music playing."

"No, that would be lovely," Regina smiled prettily at him, and he found himself smiling back. Then he paused.

"I'm not going to find my cd in there am I?"

Regina couldn't help but laugh at that.

"No, sorry, we didn't get a chance to listen to that today. So unless it was in there already?"

Robin shuddered.

"Oh hell no!" He pressed play and soon the soft sounds of jazz were drifting from the speakers. Regina closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair, a smile on her face. "Jazz fan?" Robin asked, and Regina opened one eye to look at him.

"Is that what this is?" She asked. "I've never heard anything like it."

Robin stared.

"Are you serious?"

Regina blushed.

"Should I have?"

"Oh Miss Mills I have to educate you!" Robin leaned forward, a grin on his face, and Regina had to fight hard to suppress a shudder. There were many ways she wanted him to educate her, and music wasn't the top of the list, unless it was the sort they made together, but this could be a good start!

Robin proceeded to explain to her about various styles of Jazz, jumping through his cd collection and making her listen to all different types of tracks. It took them a few hours, and by the end of it Regina was exhausted, but she was also more than a little bit in love.

"You really know your stuff." She told him when the clock struck 2am. Robin nodded.

"I have always loved music, all types, but Jazz just appeals to me, you know?"

"It's very… sensual." Regina murmured, and Robin tilted his head looking at her.

"You know it really is!" He nodded, impressed. Then he glanced at the clock and groaned. "Oh bloody hell, Regina, we need to go to bed."

Regina blinked, not quite sure what he meant by that, especially considering their topic of conversation. But then he went on and things were, unfortunately, cleared up.

"It's so late, and Roland will want to wake us up early. I've set the spare room up for you again."

"Oh, yeah, of course." Regina stood up reluctantly. She wanted to stay awake. "I've enjoyed this," She was actually nervous to admit it. Robin stood up as well.

"I have too." He smiled at her. "I guess you make a good best friend hey? As long as my son doesn't get too jealous."

Regina beamed at him.

"Don't worry, I'm happy to share." She stepped closer to him and looked up, but before she could actually move forward and kiss him (he didn't really move closer to her did he?) she actually chickened out and stepped past him. "Good night Robin."

As she walked out of the lounge, grabbing her bag as she passed, she was mentally kicking herself. Why was it so easy for her to have sex with Graham, but when there was a real chance that Robin might kiss her (really, there was no doubting the look on his face) she avoided it?

She was such a bloody idiot!

Robin watched her walk out, and waited till she was safely in her room before he slumped down on the sofa, groaning as quietly as he could.

"Fuck Locksley, get a grip!" He muttered, and then cringed. "And not on that!" he glared at the erection he had been fighting for most of the evening. He was glad he wasn't in boxers, or Regina probably would have freaked out. He needed a drink, and then he needed a shower. A very very cold shower!