For my friends, who requested badass awesome MP Regina and adorable Robin... I hope this fluffy offers the comfort you were seeking after this hellish week.


When she took this job last year, Regina vowed to do good. To govern fairly. To guide America down a good path and leave the presidency with her country in much better shape than she found it.

She's been trying her best. Showing her people that they chose correctly when they voted for her. Protecting defined liberties and offering new ones, although foreign policy issues and the whole Sidney ordeal have gotten in the way of her doing more.

Today, though, after an arduous process of pandering to House and Senate and negotiating the votes, she finally gets to fulfill a little bit of that promise she made when she announced her candidacy.

One of the big focus points of her campaign has always been the defense of women's rights. And that defense is about to start materializing, in the form of a law that will allow paid maternity leave for women in all work sectors.

She can't have children, and Roland is not a baby, so Regina will never really experience first-hand how hard it is, for working mothers to deal with the first expensive and time-consuming few months of a child's life. But she doesn't need to live it to know that paid maternity leave should be guaranteed to women across every industry in America.

Congress, of course, had opposed it at first. Regina often wonders how she even became president, considering the amount of sexism she has to deal with on a daily basis. She'd been turned down endless times, both as governor of Maine and as Commander in Chief. But she has pushed on, has dealt with the criticism, the bad press and the endless nights of reviewing and researching, and finally, finally, the bill has passed.

The biggest obstacle had been the length of the paid leave. Regina had pushed for a year, but was met with a solid wall of opposition no matter how hard she tried to negotiate. Finally, after exhausting talks with some of the most influential senators, she'd agreed to bring it down to six months, and negotiations had become less difficult after that.

Robin won't admit it, will credit the success of this bill entirely to her, but he's been a large part of it. Regina knows he's been working tirelessly to get her the necessary votes in the Senate. He's made friends there (frenemies, more like) since he took over as her Chief of Staff, and has been using those connections to negotiate on her behalf and settle with those congressmen who are reticent about the new law.

She loves him all the more for it.

It wasn't long ago that she'd been trying to exclude him from things like this. To push him away from his duties so that she could show her party she could handle all of this on her own, and Regina has regretted that decision every day since. Robin's support has been unwavering, and has kept her going even in the moments where she thought all was lost.

She remembers the distinct feeling of disappointment, of helplessness, that had overwhelmed her about a month ago, when it looked like they'd never get the bill through the House. Remembers Robin's soothing voice as he'd promised her it would all turn out well in the end, remembers the warmth of his hand on her back from where he stood behind her. She doesn't like crying in front of him, in front of anyone, so she'd turned her back on him to avoid showing her tears of frustration. He'd been patient, comforted her until she was ready to look at him, and then he'd held her, kissed her hair and reminded her the fight was not over. They would win this.

And win it they have.

She's sitting there, alone in the oval office, admiring her copy of the new Paid Family Leave Act, when she hears Robin's soft warning knock on the side door.

"Hello, my love," he greets, his voice low, intimate.

Regina smiles at him when he enters, waits patiently for him to make his way around the desk and lean down to kiss her hello. He's going for something sweet, chaste, but Regina grabs on to his tie and keeps him there, deepens the kiss with a slow pass of her tongue over his bottom lip.

"Mmm," he says when they part, and then perches himself on her desk, arms crossed over his chest as he smiles down at her. "Missed you at dinner. Busy night?"

"Not exactly," she admits, "I just... needed a moment."

Her grip on the printed bill tightens at that, catching his eye, and Robin nods in understanding as he stands and moves around her chair, leaning down behind her to kiss her cheek and nuzzle her hair.

"You did it," he whispers in her ear, and she can almost taste the sweetness of his pride in her as he says it, her smile growing as she swivels her chair slightly and turns to look straight at him.

"We did it," she corrects, her forehead touching his after she pecks his lips. "Thank you," she adds, "for everything you did to make this happen. I know it wasn't easy."

"You did all the work. All I did was... take on a few pig-headed congressmen."

"And without that, the bill wouldn't have passed, so stop pretending it's nothing and accept my gratitude, will you?" she chastises lightly, making him chuckle in their close proximity.

"Bossy," he taunts.

"President," Regina retorts, and Robin lets out another breathy laugh that matches her own.

They stay there, just like that, his fingers playing gently with her hair, content smiles on both their faces, and for a moment everything feels... perfect. This is what she's always wanted, this is why she took the job. And Regina has never been more glad that Robin decided to come along on this crazy ride.

Her happy sigh fans over him, makes him pull back and kiss the tip of her nose, his voice a calm whisper as he asks her if she's coming to the bedroom soon.

"Yeah, I'll meet you there, just have a couple more things to wrap up here."

"Need any help?" he offers, fingertips ghosting down the back of her neck and kneading there, working away the slight tension that always resides there. Regina melts under his touch.

"Mmm," she sinks into it, lets him massage her shoulders as he moves to stand behind her once more, eyes closed as she tells him, "No, I'm okay. You go on up."

"You sure?" he asks again, and god, those hands, the way they rub over her sore muscles, the softness of his voice... she could curl up into the warmth of him and never, ever leave.

"I'm sure," she rasps. Because if he stays, there's no way she'll be able to finish the last few things she has pending, so she raises her hand, puts it over his on her shoulder, and tilts her head back to look up at him. "I'll see you in a bit."

He busses her lips gently, the upside-down angle making it a little awkward, but she kisses back nonetheless, then holds his hand until he's moved too far to be in her reach, and she watches him go with a smile, turning back to her work when the door closes behind him.

When she gets to the room, there's a bottle of champagne resting on a silver bucket of ice, two crystal flutes on her night table, and Robin is nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, his hands wrap around her waist from behind, and Regina leans back into his naked torso, lets out a slow breath as he starts to sway them both from one side to the other, his lips kissing a trail down her neck. Her hand moves up to play with his hair, her eyes closing as she enjoys his attentions.

"What's this?" she asks when he's moved them to the foot of the bed, head tilting in the direction of the champagne.

Robin wordlessly moves to pour their drinks, only speaks when he's done and finally hands a glass to her.

"I thought we could celebrate," he tells her, grinning as he sets the bottle back into the bucket, raising his glass to her.

"To you, my love, and to this most marvelous accomplishment."

Their glasses clink together, and the atmosphere is quiet as they drink, intimate. Regina takes this moment to relax, to appreciate, to bask in the sight of her shirtless husband as he pours her more champagne, her fingers playing with the soft fabric of his pajama pants, her eyes following the movement for a few seconds.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"That's just it. Nothing. Nothing is wrong, I'm... happy," she admits, dropping her heels as she brings her legs up and curls them under her on the bed. Her skirt will wrinkle, but she doesn't care, can't even bring herself to change into more comfortable clothes, entranced as she is by the serenity of her surroundings.

Her wonderful husband, of course, reads her easily, and takes her champagne flute from her, placing both on the nightstand again and rising from the bed, his hands making quick work of her blazer and blouse, undressing her and caressing her skin with the warmth of his.

Once she's stripped down to her underwear, Regina lies down on the bed, stretches while he walks back to the closet and brings out his old Rolling Stones T-shirt. It's the worn, soft gray one that she likes, and she gladly lets him slip it over her, cozying up into his body when he joins her and holds her to him, his head falling onto the pillow as hers moves to his chest, one arm thrown over his stomach, her leg draped over his thighs.

"Still have to take off my makeup," she tells him. "Don't wanna wake up with racoon eyes and scare you off."

The little laugh he lets out jostles them both.

"I'm sure I can handle it, my love," he assures her, and the arm he's got wrapped around her shifts a little, so that his hand is back to playing with her hair, his lips dropping a kiss to her forehead.

Regina Mmms at him, turns her head for a moment to plant a kiss on his chest, then reassumes her position. She'll have to get up and wash her face in a bit, no matter how willing he is to see her with mascara streaks tomorrow morning. But for now, she chooses to take a few minutes to rest, a few minutes to mentally pat herself on the back for getting the job done.

A few minutes to enjoy this wonderful life she's built thanks to the trust her people have put in her. A trust she's finally starting to believe she's worthy of.