I'm going to attempt to do one for every episode. This is what came of 6x03. Nothing but fluff.

She's watching him from the kitchen as she wraps up left over lasagna and piles dirty plates into the sink. Henry and Roland ran from the table the minute their plates were cleared, but Robin has yet to move. He's been quiet all through dinner, not that that's unusual when it comes to lasagna night, but there's more on his mind than the appreciation of her culinary skills. He's staring at the table top and Regina is fairly certain he isn't aware they've all left him. She decides the dishes can wait and returns to the dining room, comes up behind him and wraps her arms around his neck. "Earth to Robin?" she asks, sinking into him. When her inquiry goes unanswered she kisses her way up his jaw. "Hey," she hums when she reaches his ear.

He flinches and then meets her eyes with an embarrassed smile. "I'm sorry," he kisses her cheek then loosens her hold so that he can pull her into his lap. "How was your day?" he asks when she's settled between his chest and the table.

"Oh, no," she runs her fingers through the hair at his nape, pulling slightly. "You're not getting off that easily. Tell me what's on your mind?"

"What do I do here?" he asks, holding her a bit tighter. She doesn't answer right away, when she does its only to ask him what he means. He's not ready for this conversation, doesn't want to tell her what's been on his mind all day (since he's come back if he's honest with himself). But he's in her home, in her life, and Robin knows he can trust her with this. "You're the Mayor, love. David and Emma keep the law. Belle runs the library. Everyone has a purpose here."

"Those are jobs, Robin. It's not who we are."

"Still, they've made lives here, found a place."

"You have a place here."

"I know, and I'm quite happy with it," he bounces her slightly for emphasis, "I'm just not sure that my skills from our land transfer to Storybrooke life. Thievery isn't a very noble occupation here." He laughs it off, but he knows she sees through it.

"What do you want to do?" she asks earnestly, prepared to restructure the entire town in order to rid the doubt from his eyes.

"Snow actually offered me a job today, I'm sure she was just being kind, but it got me thinking about what else my life could be here."

"She wants you to teach," Regina tells him, sitting up so she can face him.

"She told you?" Robin asks.

"No," she answers quickly because Snow hadn't said a word about wanting to hire Robin, but more because she doesn't want him to think she's been planning his life. "She's been mentioning that she wanted the town to get back to 'normal', whatever that may be in a town built by a curse, and she's been recruiting teaching staff left and right. She even asked Whale to consider teaching science." She rolls her eyes; a habitual reaction to the mention of the doctor's name.

"I know you dislike him, love, but he is quite intelligent." Robin stands bringing her with him and guiding her to the living room.

"Whatever. I don't like him." Regina leans into him the moment he's settled on the sofa, weaving her fingers with his. For a time they're content to simply sit and listen to the boy's laughter upstairs and watch the flames flicker in the fireplace. She's knows the conversation isn't over, but he's with her so she'll enjoy the pause.

"I honestly don't even know why she asked me," Robin finally confesses. "I can't imagine what I would teach."

"English," she tells him without hesitation and smiles when he looks surprised. "You've read everything on my bookshelves twice, practically everything in the town library, and you know the old tales from our land better than anyone that's spent most of their lives under a curse. And you like to write; you have your journals and…" She stops when she realizes his initial surprise has turned to shock. "I'm sorry. I'm rambling. It's completely up to you what you would want to teach or even if you want to teach or…"

Robin kisses her mouth, halting anything further she had wanted to say. "Love, breathe."

"I'm sorry. I just want you to be happy. I want you to make a life of your own here and…" He sees the shift in her eyes, the brief flash of sadness, of insecurity, the resurgence of that voice in her head that tells her he's better off without her and her complicated life. He'll have none of it.

"I'm very happy, Regina. And I love the life I've made here with you and our children," he pecks her lips again, once more. The last longer, softer, hands slipping into her hair to hold her forehead to his.

She'll never be over the way he holds her face, like she's something precious and delicate meant only for his hands. She loves him, wants everything for him. "Do you want to teach, Robin?" she breathes against him.

Does he? He's been thinking about it, knows he could do it, but hearing the passion she had for him to take this chance put everything into a new perspective. "I think I do," he admits to her and himself.

"Then stop overthinking it. The school would be lucky to have you and if you don't like it, you'll find something else that you do." She slips back to her place at his side and wraps her arms around his middle. "You've more than earned the right to be happy."

"We all have." He shifts lower on the couch so she can lie against him more comfortably. "I think Snow is right to want things to get back to normal. It seems they'll always be something, but we've been missing out on life waiting for the next crisis to happen. We could wake up tomorrow to another curse, another villain to vanquish. Or, we could wake up to apple pancakes and spend the day at the park where you will not so subtly spy on Henry and Violet."

"I do not spy," she swats at his chest. "As his mother, I observe."

"Of course, Mi'lady," he chuckles, making her body shake against his.

"Mr. Locksley does have a nice ring to it," her fingers trace abstract patters on his thigh as his dance against her scalp. "And if you can get Henry reading something other than comics or that storybook, you'll forever be my hero."

"Then my life's purpose is fulfilled," he tells her in jest, but the sentiment is true. He feels her laughter more than hears it and thanks the fates once more for allowing him this second second chance. They're quiet after that, bellies full and consciences clear as they hold each other in the fading firelight.

"Robin," she mumbles, nearly asleep against him as his fingers continuously run through her hair.

"Regina," he keeps his voice low, not wanting to pull her from the relaxation that's she rarely allows herself.

"…love you."

"And I you."

As always, thank you for reading.