He couldn't help but laugh when she stumbled, catching her by the waist and taking her weight as she slumped against him with a drunken giggle of her own. She hadn't appeared too worse for wear when they'd said goodbye to Snow and to Charming but then the cold air had hit her – had hit them both – and it seemed the game had caught up with her.
"These shoes are killing me," she whined and it only had him laughing louder as she asked, "why are you laughing?" in the same tone.
He shook his head, shifting her a little so that he could hold her with one arm as he lifted the other to show her his fingers and the heels dangling there.
"Oh, shut up." She pushed away from him, taking a step back and pausing for a moment to catch her balance before she groaned, "This is all your fault, anyway."
He scoffed, blinking drunkenly as she made her way towards the foyer stairs and he made sure to stay close behind to catch her should she fall, 'And how is it you have come to that conclusion, Your Majesty?"
"Because," she replied as she began unbuttoning her silk blouse, reminding him to thank John once again for taking the boys tonight so that they could let loose a little, "you're the reason I always lose 'Never Have I Ever'."
He watched as her shirt fluttered to the floor, lifting his gaze to find her shimmying out of her skirt even as she tried to continue walking forwards towards the stairs. Even as inebriated as he was, he could appreciate the easy humour behind such a loaded statement for they'd talked in length about their sexual histories – Regina's a far, far darker past than his own – and he'd held her through her tears but this wasn't a self-deprecating statement from her. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
"You and your insatiable appetites."
"I believe, Madam Mayor," he intoned as he gripped the banister and used it to spin him around and onto the first stair, gazing appreciatively up at his beautiful wife, "the saying goes that it takes two to tango."
She giggled, what a wondrous sound that was, before she stopped at the corner section of the stairwell and peered down at him beneath deliciously hooded eyes, crooking a finger at him and replying, "I was thinking a little more bump and grind than a tango, Thief."
He groaned aloud as he watched her peeling her panties off and felt his cock pulse in his too-tight trousers when they landed on his shoulder, eyes never leaving her deliciously pert rear as she turned and ran as best she could in her state up the rest of the stairs.
"Are you coming or not?"
And well, wasn't that the million dollar question.