Robin walked through the door, quietly shutting it behind him so not to wake Henry upstairs. He noticed the light on in the kitchen and went inside, finding Regina sitting there drinking a cup of tea. She looked up at him, took in his face and pushed herself out of her chair.

"You look like you need something a lot stronger than tea."

Robin let out a tired laugh, shaking his head. "You could say that."

She went to the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of scotch. Pouring out some for each of them, she set it down on the island and he picked it up, knocking it straight back.

"Pace yourself there," she warned, as she slowly nursed her own.

"What's the point? Life's too short."

"Bad date?"

"You could say that."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"I don't want to bore you…"

"Trust me, I'm all ears."

Robin dropped down onto the stool, as he recounted the night's events. Merida had thought it would be nice to set him up with an old college buddy of hers. Layla had been nice at first, but as time went on, it became clear that they had zero in common. She was the complete opposite of Robin and normally he liked that, but when he mentioned that he was a father and the whole situation, she couldn't have gotten out of there fast enough.

Regina smiled sympathetically, pouring them each a bit more of the scotch. "Would it help if I told you I had a date do the same to me a couple of weeks ago?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I guess saying that you live with your child's co-guardian, it doesn't exactly go over well with the cute lawyer set."

Robin sighed, massaging his temples. "I get it, and of course I'd rather have someone in my life that wants him too…it's just been awhile."

"Oh, I feel you there."

He nodded. "How long's it been for you?" He asked, taking a slow sip this time so he could savor it.

"Not since my divorce, actually."

"Your divorce?"

"I was married before. Didn't you know that?"

"No, I didn't. What happened?'

"We just…weren't the right fit."

Robin wanted to pry, but from the look on Regina's face, he could tell that she wasn't feeling up to going down that path. A part of him thought about arguing, he had told her about his past after all, but at the end of the day, she didn't owe him anything.

"I haven't had any since about a month before Neal and Emma died," he said.

"Really?"

"Really. Even if the dates go well, I'm normally too exhausted between work and everything else."

He looked over at Regina, who was swishing her drink back and forth. She had kicked off her heels and taken her hair down, her teal blouse stained with some of Henry's mashed potatoes. Even so, one could never say that Regina Mills wasn't beautiful. He had been attracted to her on their one and only date, before everything went horribly wrong. Over the past few months, they had gotten a hell of a lot closer as they bonded over Henry.

It took him a moment to realize that she was taking him in too. He was a bit more dressed up than usual, a brown sweater and some khakis, his hair actually tamed. Normally it was the opposite, him looking a bit disheveled while she seemed to walk right out of an Ann Taylor catalogue. It still didn't matter, she was beautiful, one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Maybe it was the scotch or perhaps the feeling of needing someone, but he didn't pull away when she leaned in for a kiss. Her intoxicating floral perfume filled his nostrils and he pulled her closer, deepening it some more.

You're not ready for something like this, his brain tried to tell him. You can't get serious with her and you can't ruin things either. She's co-parenting with you.

Robin pulled away, their faces just inches apart, the clear smell of alcohol on both of their breaths. "Regina," he whispered. "If we do this…I'm not ready for…it can only be…"

"Do you want to talk or do you want to have sex?"

She began to unbutton her top and any thoughts of him trying to clarify things with her went out the window. She knew what this was, obviously. He couldn't have been alone in that. This was a one time thing, a way to get everything out of their system. Then they could resume their relationship as normal.

They alternated between kissing, undressing and heading up to her room. He lifted her into his arms, before placing her gently on the bed. He straddled her and she began to kiss his neck, sucking on the skin to leave a clear trace of evidence of their night together. A sinking realization filled him as her mouth drifted back up to his cheek.

"I don't have anything…"

"I'm on the pill, we'll be fine."

Wiping that thought from his head, he dipped her back into his arms to let it be his turn to kiss her skin. He unhooked her black bra, cascading it to the side and getting a good look of the beauties that awaited him. He moved his tongue across the left one, listening to her let out a moan. She sat up a bit so she could grip onto his hair as his fingers moved south. Her own, were messing up the perfect 'do he had managed before leaving the house earlier that night.

Her underwear was the next to go, falling in a tasteful heap on the ground beside her slacks. They were both naked, vulnerable and on full display for one another. There was no going back from this and neither of them wanted to.

Regina reached over to the nightstand, fumbling around for a bit one handed. He looked over and watched as she tossed a vibrator to the side without looking and then grabbed hold of some lubricant. She squirted some onto her palm, before working up his cock, the grip felt better than a woman's had in quite some time.

He was hard as he slipped inside of her, causing her to moan once again. Robin never would've pegged her for that type, but each decibel just seemed to make him grow harder, which only made her moan louder. His mouth formed an O at how wet she had gotten just from the brief trip up the stairs and the little foreplay they had leading up to the big moment.

"Holy fuck!" Her hand flew over mouth, realizing that the sleeping 1 year old was not too far away.

"I could say the same," he teased back.

"You are such a brat."

"I'm not…" He grunted. "The one who…got this wet."

"That doesn't make me a…" She bit her lip to suppress another loud moan. "A brat. It makes me excited."

Robin grinned, gripping onto her bare shoulder blades. He was almost there and he could definitely feel it.

"Do you want me to…"

"You don't even have to ask."

Another few moments past before it felt like the floodgates flew open, he was grateful that he had been able to hold it off for so long. She came not long after he did, the two of them leaving the sheets a terrible, sticky mess.

They laid side by side, not saying a word as their chests rose and fell synchronously. Her hand fumbled over to his and grabbed hold of it.

"Wow," she mumbled. "I had no idea you could…"

"Trust me. I didn't see that coming from you either."

"That was worth the wait."

"You could definitely say that."

Robin pulled Regina closer and her head fell against his bare chest. She looked up at him, with something about her. Her mouth opened to say something, when a cry rung out from down the hall.

"Henry," Robin whispered.

"He normally doesn't wake up anymore."

Robin hopped out of bed, pulling up his boxers before walking down the hall. "I'll go check on him."

Regina stared after him, thinking about her night before Robin had come home. She had spent it looking over the few photo albums they had created since they became a family, thinking about how far they had come in such a short period of time. She couldn't believe she felt something inside of her for this man, one she had once thought was nothing but a jerk. Regina had been wrong. This was a man that cared deeply for his ex and helped her get sober. He was an excellent co-parent and it was clear just how much Henry adored him.

She was falling for Robin Locksley and clearly, he was doing the same, at least in her mind. She hadn't expected things to go so far the first night, but they'd have time to talk about it.

And when they did, oh how she'd wish she hadn't interrupted him.