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Regina flopped down on her bed and stared at the ceiling, it was deadly silent, there was no noise whatsoever and she loved it. This was her space, her quiet little haven and she couldn't be happier, smiling she turned her head, looking at the photo frame beside the bed, one of her when she was eight, mounted on Rocinante as her father held the guide rope which Rocinante was trying to steal as little Regina giggled watching them.

She sighed and closed her eyes, burying into the mattress, at least her bed was comfy, she would even go as far to say that it was comfier than her one back home. Deciding that she should probably get herself something to eat, she rolled off the bed and traipsed into her kitchen, opening the fridge and rummaging around, she didn't want to cook anything, but seemingly when her mother had gone to the store all she had bought were vegetables and lean meats.

Rolling her eyes, she decided that a little walk to the store wouldn't hurt, she grabbed her coat and pulled her boots on before picking up her purse and heading out, locking the door behind her. She hopped into the lift and pressed the button for the ground floor, "hold the lift!" A voice called and she shook her head, pressing down on the open-door button as much as she might have wanted to simply let them miss it she didn't want to be that mean.

As soon as she saw who it was that had called out to her though she regretted her decision immediately, "you," she scoffed, jabbing her finger at the ground floor button and looking anywhere but at him.

"Yes, it's me, nice to see you again milady," he chuckled.

"Are you stalking me or something?" she tutted, playing with the bottom button on her coat before looking up at him with something of a glare.

"I don't think so," he scratched his head as though he was thinking about something, "maybe you're stalking me, I mean you are everywhere I am, go everywhere I go, how do I know that you aren't following me?"

"Because I got in the elevator first jack ass, unless you forgot that literally a second ago you were pleading with me to hold the door."

"Which you so graciously did, it makes me think you don't hate me as much as you make out."

"Oh trust me had I know it was you I would have been slamming that close door button."

Robin pouted as he leant against the railing towards the back of the elevator, "well, that is awfully mean spirited of you," he stated in mock offence, his eyes roaming across her figure until she turned and caught him, casting him a hard glare.

"If I ever catch you looking at my arse again…"

"You'll what?" he stood up straight, smirking at her as the lift pulled to a stop.

"I'll…" shit what would she do? There wasn't really much she could do about it, apart from maybe use her words to tell him off and even then, she didn't think it would turn out to be all that menacing. The lift pinged as the doors opened and she shot out, getting away from Robin and that smug smirk of his. "Just don't talk to me," she shouted back, getting out of the apartment building and scurrying down the road before remembering that she was going the wrong way and doing a sharp U turn on the sidewalk.

"Regina I am sorry!" Robin stated, hurrying down the steps and walking in stride with her, "look I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that, honestly I'm not a jerk…"

"Really? Because I pretty sure everything you have ever done whilst I have been around you has been jerky," she scoffed, hoping she knew the way to the store, because she most certainly didn't want to ask him, he would never let her live it down.

"Where are you off to? Isn't it a little late to be walking the streets alone?"

She rolled her eyes and cast him a side glace, "seriously? I am a grown woman I think I am more than capable of walking down the street alone."

"Yeah but it might not be safe…"

"If you are worried about me running into creeps, I think it's a little late for that," she smirked at him before letting out a little chuckle and shaking her head, "and you said you weren't a stalker," she quipped, "sure you're not."

"I'm just walking with you," he grinned, that little smirk she had flashed him was the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life, "I don't want you to get murdered or worse."

"Worse?" she laughed, "what could be worse than being murdered?"

"You have a very good point," he chuckled, before they both went quiet.

She looked up at him and apparently, he was going to walk the whole way with her, she should be annoyed, but she was somewhat flattered that he was willing to make sure that she got to her destination safe. "Where are you even going?" she asked.

"Just the shop," he shrugged, it was the truth, he was going to stock up on beers, because Will had seen it fit to take them all from the fridge and go to someone's pre-fresher's week party, he had tried to convince Robin to go along, but he wasn't having any of it, he just wanted to hang around in his new apartment and watch Netflix. He was going out tomorrow night anyway, why would he need to go out tonight also?

"Snap," she spotted the orange sign to the English supermarket Sainsbury's, "looks like we're here, so… thank you for walking with me," she stated reluctantly, she hadn't known how dark it actually was and she didn't want to admit that she had been rather glad for his company, "I'm glad I was able to protect you from all the murderers."

"Oh you did a wonderful job, I feel so safe around you."

"Shut up," she laughed shoving him playfully.

"Right, I'll meet you back at the exit when I'm finished okay?"

"Seriously? You think I'm gonna walk back with you?" she tutted, she actually kinda wanted to walk back with him, not for him, but just because it made her feel safer having him there, she was a small woman and although she wasn't vulnerable, she probably looked it late at night in a strange country.

"Oh come on, ya got to, what if I get murdered walking back alone, then it'll be all your fault," he joked, enjoying this new playful side he was beginning to witness, he had thought she was totally sour faced, but apparently there was more to her than that.

"I suppose I could escort you home," she tried not to laugh as she grabbed a basket and went off in search for some items. Instead of starting at the front of the store she wanted to work her way back, so walked all the way to the end and began there. It was interesting looking at all the different foods, there were a lot of things that you could get in America that you couldn't get here, but it also worked the other way around. She bypassed that alcohol aisle, figuring that she had all the opportunity in the world to drink at parties during the week. She opted for a bottle of soda instead.

Waltzing down the chocolate and candy aisle, she chucked a couple of things that looked appealing into her basket, she was really in need of some chocolate and one of her friends back home had raved about trying Cadbury's when they went on a trip to the UK, so that was what she was trying.

"You should try a Crunchie Bar," a voice stated out of nowhere, handing her a candy bar wrapped in gold and purple foil with red lettering.

She looked up and recognised him to be the guy from the Science stall when she and her mother had been looking around campus. Groaning internally, she took it from him and looked at it curiously, before back up to him.

"So, your mother has gone then?" He asked.

"Yes," she replied simply, turning back to look at the sweets.

"How do you feel about that? Is it weird being in an odd country all alone?"

"All alone?" she rolled her eyes, "I am pretty sure there are 65 plus million people residing in this country, I hardly think I am alone do you?" She didn't know what it was but she didn't like this guy, he was annoying, he annoyed her, she didn't even know why, maybe it was because her mother liked him.

"Good one," he laughed awkwardly, "so if you ever need a tour guide…"

"She's already got one," Robin smirked walking up the aisle, "nearly finished?"

"Hardly," she scoffed looking to Robin, partially glad for him saving her, but also kinda bummed out that he was already finished and she hadn't really begun yet. As for him suggesting she had a tour guide, she definitely didn't, he was a first year like her, so he was bullshitting if he thought he could show her the way around properly. Daniel was a first year too but his parents, grandparents and probably knowing her luck great grandparents were on the board of the University, so he was bound to know his stuff, that didn't make her want to take up his offer though, in fact quite the opposite.

"Chunchie? Seriously," Robin tutted, grabbing something else from the shelf and holding it up, "this is what you want, caramel."

"Seriously it's so soft, you want something little bit harder like Crunchie." Daniel nodded.

"What if she doesn't want something a bit harder?" Robin didn't know who this guy was, but he already hated him with a passion.

"Caramel is too soft though, leave it out in the sun for a moment and it melts," Daniel had a smug smile plastered on his face and Regina already decided that she disliked it even more than she disliked Robin's smug smile, at least Robin had those adorable dimples. Not that she found them all that adorable, just she knew that some girls probably would.

"It's chocolate what's the difference?" she rolled her eyes, they were children.

"Trust me Caramel trumps Crunchie any day of the week."

"Caramel?" she looked between the two men, they were looking at each other as though in a staring contest, one of them trying to outdo the other and she was the prize, it was pathetic. Groaning she snatched the bar from him and tossed it in the basket alongside the Crunchie, "I'll try both and decide for myself which is better shall I? Or maybe I will mix it up completely and go for a fudge, that's both hard and soft," with that she also picked up a fudge bar and wandered off, leaving the two brits with each other as she chuckled to herself, how was it that she had literally been here five minutes and already had two guys fighting over her?

Waltzing down the cereal aisle she found the Coco Pops and put them in the basket, she was noticing a reoccurring theme going on, but what could she say? She liked chocolate and at home her mother rationed it, so she was going to make the most of having unlimited access to as much chocolate as she so desired. Apparently, things had different names in England, because back in America the same cereal would be called Coco Krispies, but she could see why they would be called pops, that was actually the noise they made when you poured milk over them.

She grabbed some healthier cereals too, some Special K with strawberries before wandering down the pastry aisle and spotting the croissants, licking her lips she put some in the basket, then remembered she had no butter or jam and set off to find some.

Robin had been stood at the exit waiting for her for the past half hour, what the hell was she even doing? She did know that whatever she bought she would have to carry, right? Releasing a sigh, he picked up his bag off the floor and moved back into the shop to find her.

Finally, he found her down the dairy aisle, seemingly she was looking at butter, picking up one after the other and that was when it clicked, she was purposely taking forever to see how long he would have the patience to wait for her, well he had all the patience in the world, Netflix could wait because he was so up for this game.

"Hey," he grinned and she turned around looking at him with two tubs of butter, one in each hand.

"You're still here? Impressive," she smirked, so he was more up to the challenge than she had first thought and he looked as cool as ice, this had to be affecting him though, right? If someone made her wait like this she would be fuming.

"I needed my bodyguard to walk me home," he chuckled looking at the tubs she had in her hands, "okay, go with Clover, even though I think it should be called Buttercup, I mean that's more fitting isn't it, buttercup?"

She cast him an odd look, what the hell was he talking about, she had no idea, but she simply placed the one he suggested in her basket, "you'll be happy to know that I have finished."

"Oh no rush Buttercup," he shrugged, chuckling on the inside at his new-found nickname for her.

She turned and cast him a sharp look before proceeding to the tills to purchase her shopping, if he thought he was going to call her that he had another thought coming. "Regina would you allow me to walk you home?" Daniel moved beside her.

"Seriously?" she scoffed, "I'm fine thank you… David."

"It's Daniel actually."

"Whatever," she had already known that, but she just wanted him to leave her alone, he had clearly waited around, in fact where even was his shopping, had he even come in for groceries? She cast a side glance to Robin who was apparently concealing a laugh, "I have to make sure that Robbie here doesn't get caught by murders," and that one wiped the smirk straight off his face as Daniel sniggered at him.

She paid for her shopping and packed it all before picking up her bags and flicking her hair at them as she walked on, "keep up dear," she grinned at Robin who scampered after her as though he were a small puppy and she were his master. She knew she had him wrapped around her little finger and couldn't stop herself from exploiting that.

Robin rose his eyebrows at her before shrugging at the other man and doing as she said, jogging somewhat to catch up, "want me to take one of your bags for you?"

"No, I think I can manage thank you," she stated, they were somewhat heavy but she had already practically agreed to letting him walk her home, so she couldn't be seen to need his help carrying them also.

"Suit yourself, so have you eaten? I know it's late but…"

"No I haven't actually," she shook her head, her stomach rumbling just at the mention of food.

"Well then I was thinking of hitting Maccie D's on the way back, grab a burger or something," he surveyed her face and knew what that expression meant, "not as a date, like to literally get food."

"I suppose I could eat some fries," she shrugged, "but like you said, this is not a date under any circumstance. There is no way I would go on a date with you and if you take girls on a date to McDonald's you are going about dating all wrong let me tell you."

"Where should I be taking women for a date then?" he asked as they headed towards the fast food restaurant to get their take out.

"Some place fancy."

"What if they don't like fancy?"

"Then find out what they do like and take them there duh," she struggled to open the door to McDonalds, only for him to laugh at her more and push it open for her, "I could have done it myself."

"Sure you could Buttercup."

Not much had been said on the way back to their apartments, it had just been snarky comments back and forth, Regina wouldn't like to admit it, but she rather liked it. She slipped through the door stating, "goodnight damsel in distress."

"Night Buttercup," he grinned before opening his door and winking at her. Once he was in his apartment he flopped down on the sofa with a big cheesy smirk on his face, it was a start and he couldn't wait to get to know her better.

Regina put her groceries away before locking the door and moving into her bedroom with a cup of tea, she thought she'd try it warm considering she was in Britain and the Brits had a thing for teas. She placed it on the bedside table and began taking her clothes off, folding them and placing them on one of the chairs before changing into her short pyjamas. She jumped onto her bed and grabbed the book that was on her bedside table, turning to the last place she had read it from.

Tomorrow she would enrol and everything would begin, she hoped to be invited to her fist college party, maybe try alcohol for the first time. It wasn't as though she had never been to a house party at home, but she just hadn't wanted to try alcohol, she didn't know why. At least in this country it was legal.

She walked though campus to the place where she needed to enrol and stood in the line, everyone seemed to be queuing to get to a desk at the front, so she simply leant against the wall and waited like everyone else. A blonde girl came in through the door she just had and was looking around before joining the line and smiling at her, "this is scary isn't it? Or is that just me?" she laughed.

Regina shook her head, "not just you, I am definitely quite nervous."

"You're American?" She asked, her smile growing wider.

"Yes, I'm from California, Regina Mills."

"Kathryn Midas," the blonde held her hand out and Regina shook it, "so Regina Mills, what course are you on? Please say English lit because I could do with someone I know and literally everyone else I have met has been stuck up and just, not someone I think I could have as a proper friend you know."

"Yeah I'm in lit," she chuckled, "as for stuck up people, I have definitely seen quite a few of those and for me to say that is really something," she had been shocked actually by the amount of people who had been even richer and more stuck up than her. At her old school she hadn't fit in, but at this university it seemed like everyone thought they were above her, especially when they started talking.

"Yes, finally someone I like in one of my classes, are you doing any additionals."

"Any I can find and fit in," Regina had come here to learn and she wanted to leave with all the best grades and qualifications.

"Yeah, me too, I think there is a creative writing enrichment and also a philosophy one."

"They both sound great," she had a feeling that she was going to get on exceedingly well with her new-found friend, seemingly they had the same interests and wanted to study the same things.

"Buttercup!"

She closed her eyes and groaned, "seriously?"

"Who is he?" Kathryn asked in sultry tone as they both looked towards Robin who was coming in through the entrance.

"Oh, just the bane of my existence," Regina rolled her eyes.

"You're in lit!" Robin stated excitedly, he was actually really happy that she was going to be in the same classes as him. That meant that they had even more in common than he had first thought.

"Yeah, are you in the wrong place Locksley?"

"Very funny Buttercup, we're in the same class."

"Hi," Kathryn smiled and Regina looked at her, "Kathryn Midas."

"Robin Locksley," he nodded, "so getting to know Buttercup are we."

"Do you wanna shut up?"

"Oh come on, you know you love that nickname."

"Aww that's so cute, he has a nickname for you."

"Please do not encourage him," Regina rubbed her hands over her face and looked up to see Kathryn looking at him, she didn't know why she felt a little jealously rising within her, it wasn't as though she even liked Robin, he was so annoying, but still.

"So, I got invited to a cool party tonight, do you wanna come?" Kathryn asked, looking to the both of them.

"Yeah sure," Robin stated straight away, "Buttercup probably won't want to come though, she's probably too busy studying how to protect damsels in distress from street murderers."

"I'm already a pro at that," she scoffed smirking at him, remembering their little outing the night before.

"True, you did a perfect job at that last night, I got home perfectly safe."

"Indeed you did," she grinned.

"So Regina? You'll come right?" Kathryn asked, hope etched on her face.

"Sure, yeah I'll come."

Kathryn turned up at her place at about ten pm and her mouth gaped open, "oh my god! You have this whole apartment to yourself?"

"Yeah," she smiled checking her appearance in the mirror before she went out. She had opted for a tight red dress with a low sloping back, the fabric dropping to the base of her spine; in the front the dress did show cleavage, but not too much, she didn't want to overdo it. Her hair was curled and dropped down below her breasts.

"Holy shit, I have to go to a party with you looking like that?"

"You look beautiful," Regina rolled her eyes, the blonde had straightened her own hair and was dressed in a black dress that had more cleavage than her own.

"Yeah, but you look so hot! Like if I was a lesbian I would totally be hitting on you right now."

"Why thank you," she shook her head moving out of her apartment and locking the door and slipping her keys in her clutch, "so, where are we heading?"

"I know where we are going, so just stick with me," she looped her arm with Regina's and they carried on going.

"Whoa! Robin! Look it's your girl and she looks smoking!"

She turned around and spotted Locksley's room mate who was even more annoying than he was, she cast him a deadly glare, "excuse me, I am not his girl."

"Will, what are you talking about?" Robin tutted, leaving the apartment and turning to see Regina, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, he was sure he had just died on the spot, she had killed him, standing there looking like she did. She was "stunning in every way," he breathed before he even realised he had.

"Please tell me you aren't bringing that idiot to the party," Regina groaned.

"Can't leave him home without a babysitter," he grinned walking beside her, "you really do look beautiful by the way."

"Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself."

Robin was sat down as he watched Regina drinking something that she had gotten from the bar, it looked like some sort of cocktail, he was just entranced by her, he couldn't help it, she was just the most stunning woman he had seen in his whole life, he had known that she was beautiful before when he had seen her in normal clothes, but now dressed like this he simply couldn't look away from her, although apparently, he wasn't the only one.

He recognised that there were other guys watching her, not even just guys, but girls too, seemingly she was the party attraction and part of him didn't like it. "Mate, have you seen who just walked in!" Will yelled, dive bombing him as he came to sit beside him on the sofa.

Robin followed his gaze and he scoffed, "seriously? Why is she here?" He locked eyes with Marian and all she did was cast him one of those annoying smirks, it was safe to say he was well and truly over her.

Regina sipped on her cocktail and out of the corner of her eye noticed that Robin wasn't watching her anymore, he had been doing all night and she had liked the attention but now apparently his eyes were on a different brunette that had just walked in, she had thought he had liked her for her, but seemingly he was just as shallow as the rest. She downed the cocktail, that was in her hand and grabbed another, sipping that one, she liked this, she hadn't liked the beer but the fruitiness of the cocktail masked the disgustingness of the alcohol.

"Who is he looking at?" Kathryn scoffed, following her eye line, "he was totally into you."

"I really don't care," she shook her head downing yet another cocktail and feeling the effects of the alcohol, "I'm not into him, so I don't care if he finds someone else, in fact I hope he is happy with her."

"Robin!" Marian called out walking over to him, she was dressed in a tight white dress, her hair up in a messy bun, "I didn't know you were here."

"Sure you didn't," he scoffed inaudibly as he turned to try and spot Regina again, instead getting a glare from Kathryn as Regina mulled around with mixing different alcohol together in a red cup, "Marian," he nodded with a sigh, "what are you doing here?"

"This is my roommate's sister's party."

"Oh, I need to go get a drink so I suppose I'll talk later," he got up and moved as quickly away from her as he could, heading to the drinks table where Regina was still mixing, "what you up to Buttercup?"

"What's it look like Locksley? Why did I answer to that?" she frowned, picking up her drink and trying to bring it to her lips letting out a little giggle as she did so, "so I see you found a pretty girl to flirt with," so she could safely say the alcohol had gone to her head, "she has a nice dress, don't you think Kathryn? She's really beautiful Locksley, you did well."

"Trust me I am not interested in her," he chuckled, so apparently Regina with a little alcohol inside her was slightly loose with her words, he knew he was going to have to keep an eye on her and make sure that she didn't do something stupid.

"Why not?! She's hot!"

"You are drunk," he shook his head at her grabbing himself a beer.

"No, I'm not, am I? Am I drunk Kathryn?" she asked turning to look at her with a pout on her face, "I don't think I am."

"Oh, honey I think you are."

"Really?! Is this what it feels like to be drunk because I don't know if I like it," she played with her hair a little, "I want to dance, would you dance with me?" she grabbed the blonde's hands and pulled her into the area where everyone was dancing, "bye Locksley good look with your new gal!"

"She isn't my gal! Regina…. Never mind," he laughed taking a drink of his beer and watching Regina as she danced with her friend, smiling and having a good time. He grinned and leant against the wall so he could watch her, she kept doing little twirls and he was pretty sure at one point she and Kathryn were grinding against each other. "Dear me, Buttercup you are crazy!" He shouted over the music.

"I know!" she called back shaking her hair, the long tresses whipping everywhere. Robin then spotted Daniel making his way over to her and gritted his teeth, what was the deal with this guy? Like couldn't he leave her alone already, she had made it quite clear that she wasn't interested, so why was he still trying to get her to be?

He was about to go over when Marian moseyed on up to him, "so, what do you think of Uni so far?" she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Haven't really had much to go on really, but I am loving my apartment," he shrugged, glancing at her before looking back at the dance floor to see Daniel trying to get Regina to dance with him only for her to continue dancing with Kathryn, "what about you?"

"Oh yeah it's good, she's pretty."

"Who?" Robin whipped his head around.

"That girl you've gone all doe eyed over," she rose her eyebrows.

"Which girl?"

"Seriously? The brunette in red."

"Nah," he shook her head.

"Whatever you say, I'm gonna go dance with her then if you don't like her," with that she scampered off towards Regina and he followed after her, what the hell was she playing at? "Marian!" he hissed.

Regina turned and saw them, "come dance!" she laughed, she felt so carefree, it was insane, she never behaved like this, it was as though all her walls had been dragged down and she was just letting loose. She glanced at Daniel, she had been trying to ignore him, why was he always in her face? It was annoying, like seriously, how was she supposed to make sure that he got the message and maybe make Robin jealous at the same time?

Robin watched as Regina danced with Marian and then all of a sudden he saw her do something completely unexpected, leaning in and kissing the other brunette, his eyes went wide as he watched what was going on in front of him, he actually couldn't believe his eyes, especially when Marian began kissing her back. What the actual fuck?! He deemed she was completely pissed because she was literally flinging her drink everywhere and the kiss wasn't even a proper kiss, it was the sloppiest thing he had ever seen.

Shaking his head he looked at her, "Regina what the hell are you doing?" She split from Marian and let out a giggle before bowing her head, she was so, so drunk, he put his fingers under her chin and tilted her face so he could look at her properly, her pupils were wide and he let out a groan, "you are so drunk."

She smacked him playfully on the chest, "yes! I am and I think I need to throw up."

"Shit, come on," he wrapped an arm around her, "I'm gonna take her home okay," he stated to Kathryn, "will you get home okay?"

"Yeah, I haven't really had that much and I'm staying over here anyway so I'll be fine."

"Okay, if you need me to come pick you up just call me okay?"

With that he helped Regina to stand as they moved out of the house into the late-night air, it was like 2am and it was pitch black, "you are so nice! You really are! But I bet the only reason you want to walk home with me is because you are scared of the murders!" she prodded his chest, "you need me to protect you don't you Locksley!" she laughed.

"Yeah I do Buttercup," he chuckled.

"Can you carry me," she pouted, "my feet hurt and you are really strong, like those biceps are soooo massive, do you work out? I mean you could probably pick up two of me could you? I bet you could," she slurred, "please pick me up Robbie, please."

With a sigh, he lifted her off the ground and placed her over his shoulder so that her ass was in line with his head, not that it was his intention.

"Oh my god! It's soooo high! I feel so tall, like the big ben! Or maybe the Golden Gate Bridge, have you ever been to San Francisco? It's sooo beautiful there. Robbie, did you know you have a good ass?! I just want to slap it," she giggled, trying to stretch her hand to swat his behind but not quite reaching.

"Okay then," wow, how much had she drunk at this party, he thought he was watching her closely but apparently it hadn't been close enough, "please warn me if you think you're gonna throw up."

"I'm not," she shook her head viciously, "I'm not gonna thrown up."

"Good, but I am pretty sure you said you were back in the party."

"Hmm, did I kiss someone?"

"You and your drunken mind," he huffed, "yeah you did."

"Oh god! I have never ever kissed anyone!"

"Sure you haven't princess," he chuckled, holding onto her tightly because she was moving more than he thought she would have, wriggling on his shoulder.

"I haven't! I really… Robbie…"

"Yeah?"

"I think I am going to vomit."

Immediately he placed her on the ground and she couldn't really stand up all that well so he led her over to a litter bin and looked waiting for her to do something, but she didn't she just looked at it and then up at him her dark eyes wide and twinkling in the moonlight.

"You want me to throw up in a trash can?"

"Where else do you think you're gonna throw up?"

"Not in a trash can, I am a Queen and a bit… more refined," she hiccupped, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Do refined Queens always get this wasted or is that just you?"

"Do you know what I want right now?" she slurred, swaying towards him and prodding his shoulder with her finger.

"What?" He was really trying not to laugh at her but she was funny like this, she still had her sass but she was a lot, lot freer with her words.

"I want to get chocolate wasted, it's a thing you know, it.. people eat tonnes and tonnes of chocolate and you know, my mom doesn't let me eat chocolate Robbie!" she poked him again, "she makes me eat stuff like lettuce and tomatoes and broccoli… and bees!"

"Bees?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"No! Not bees silly, bees!"

"You're still saying bees."

"Beans!"

"Oh beans," he laughed, "are you gonna be sick or…"

"KABABS! Robbie! I want one!"

"No," he shook his head, she really didn't need that she would really throw up if she had one of those, "what you need it a lot of water and some paracetamol when you've sobered off a little."

"Did you know…" she moved her hand to his cheek as she slumped against his side, "that this is the first time I have ever been drunk in my entire life! Never ever have I actually had any alcohol! Can you believe it?"

"Yes, surprisingly I can believe it. Are you okay walking?" he asked watching her sway from side to side as she went, he knew he was going to have to pick her up again soon, it was pretty obvious.

"Yes I am actually good sir, thanks for asking fine fellow! Is that how you speak Robin?"

"You know I don't speak like that," he chuckled.

"Yes, but I thought that was how all English men spoke, the movies lie! I can't believe it, so you don't say spiffing or want a cup of tea governor?"

"Definitely not," he swore this was the best drunk ramble he had ever heard and he had heard a few in his time.

"Well why did the movies lie to me then?" she pouted, her eyes watching him, "why did they have to lie Locksley Robin Locksley?"

"What was that?"

"The names Mills Regina Mills, licence to kill!"

He pressed his lips together so tight, "someone is a James Bond fan."

"Carry me Locksley," she wrapped her arms around him, "I'm too tired to walk anymore."

He knew he was going to have to carry her again, had guessed it the moment she began to sway, these were moments he wasn't going to let her live down and she would probably be mortified if she knew what drunk Regina got up to. He lifted her up in the same way he had before with her dangling over his shoulder and his hand having to make sure that her skirt didn't ride up and expose her to everyone in the street.

"How much further do we have to go sexy ass?"

"Not too far now your majesty," he could feel her playing with something on the back of his jacket and took a deep breath, he knew she was too short to touch his ass, but that didn't stop her from toughing the rest of him and he had to say her touch, even when drunk, felt amazing.

"What happened to Kathryn?"

"We left her at the party remember?"

"Did we? I thought she was with us."

"No she definitely wasn't," he pulled her skirt down again, stopping it from moving.

"Are you trying to feel me up?"

"Nope, just trying to make sure that you don't lose your dignity, however you are over my shoulder so I don't know how you haven't already, but hey ho."

"Alright, do you have food? I'm so hungry, you know I think Caramel is better," she stated, tracing patterns on his back, he was pretty sure they were letters but he wasn't certain.

"I told you it was. How about I get you something to eat when we get back, it might sober you up a bit?"

"Sounds like a plan batman."

"You mean Robin," he laughed holding her tighter.

"Does that make me batman?"

"If you want to be."

"Hmm, I knew you were only side kick material."

"I think I prefer you when you're sober."

"I think I prefer me when I'm sober too," she nodded in agreement.

When they got back to their apartment building Robin placed her back on her feet, he could have sworn she had fallen asleep whilst he had been carrying her, right now though she was awake and leaning against the wall. "Where are your keys?" he asked looking through her bag but not finding them.

"I dunno, where are my keys?"

"Okay we'll just go into my apartment shall we."

"That is a rubbish joke Robin, it isn't even funny," she tutted shaking her head as she watched him open the door to his own apartment and let them both in. She followed behind him looking around, "I am tired Robin!" she moaned, dropping to sit on his couch, "I need to take this dress off," she moved her hands to the straps and was pushing them down. Robin looked over from where he was in the kitchen getting her a glass of water.

"Whoa, Buttercup stop," his hands came to hers, stopping her from pushing it down even further, "okay, go use the bathroom, clean yourself up a bit, I can give you a shirt and some sweat pants to wear." The last thing he had wanted her to do was pull her dress off in front of him, the main point of this was for him to gain her trust and that wouldn't happen if she knew he had been looking at her undressing.

"This is too tight," she moaned, "why do they make dresses so tight, I think it might be cutting off my circulation," her head dropped to his shoulder as she cast him a sideways glace, "I like your stubble."

"Why thank you," Robin chuckled, feeling her wrap an arm around his back and bring her other hand up to his cheek, followed by a sharp prod, "hey!"

"I love your dimples! They are just beautiful, they are, I mean did someone have to carve them into your face or have you always had them? Is there some sort of facial cardio I can do to get some?"

"No and they are already deep enough without you prodding at them miss."

"I'm tired now Robin red breast."

"That's a new one," he laughed wrapping an arm around her and holding her up as he moved her to the bathroom, "think you can sort out yourself in there?"

"If you mean can I pee without your assistance Robin Hood riding through the glen, then… yes."

"Oh my god remind me to never let you get drunk again."

"Why Robinson Curiouso?"

"For reasons exactly like you calling me Robinson Crusoe," even though she had said the name completely wrong, he had understood what she was meaning. He knew that he was going to have to make her sleep on his couch, usually he would have allowed her to take his bed whilst he hit the couch, but he was worried about her throwing up in her sleep, at least if she were on the couch, he would be able to use the back as leverage to keep her on her side. "So, think you can manage the bathroom alone?"

"Piglet!"

"No clue what you are talking about," now he was lost, completely lost as to where her train of thought was heading.

"Kanga… Roo! Tigger! Rabbit! Eeyore! Wise Owl! Pooh Bear!"

"Oh very clever," so it was more characters with his name then, okay. She was insane.

"Christopher ROBIN!" she hugged him burying her head against his chest and he couldn't help but hug her back, he knew he shouldn't, that he should push her way, but it was only a hug, nothing more.

"Who does that make you?" He asked playing with the ends of her hair that dropped three quarters of the way down her back.

"I have no idea, who are you Robin?"

"Babes I think you just answered your own question there."

She tilted her head and looked up at him, "oh yeah."

"Right, go in there you and sort yourself out," he very much doubted that she could to be honest, he was just so glad he had decided to bring her home because he didn't dare imagine what might have happened to her should he have left her alone at that party, "I'm gonna go get you a shirt and some slacks okay." With that he left her by the bathroom and went to his room to grab some clothes for her, going as fast as he could, wanting to be outside the door should something happen whilst she was in there and she pass out or something.

Once he was back he knocked on the door, "Gina?"

"Robin help!"

Without thinking he pushed the door open, seeing her stood there wearing only her underwear as she looked at something in the sink, "Regina what?"

"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with spider."

Rolling his eyes he looked into the sink and there was the tiniest spider he had ever seen in his life, he grabbed some toilet paper and allowed the creature to climb onto it, before he shook the paper out of the window. "It's gone," he stated, turning around and seeing her in her underwear. He swallowed heavily and closed his eyes, she was a goddess in every way, "urm, here's a shirt," he handed her the item and she looked at it before pulling it over her head.

"It smells like you," she breathed, burying her nose in the fabric at the collar of his shirt, "like forest, you smell like forest."

"Okay then, come on, I think you need to sleep."

"But Robbie!"

"What?"

"I'm hungry I need something to eat."

"Fine I'll make you something."

Robin was getting her some cereal together and he could just imagine her reaction when she woke up in the morning and realised just how drunk she had been. He poured the milk into the bowl of coco pops and grabbed a spoon. Picking up the bowl he turned into the living room and noticed straight away that she wasn't on the couch where he left her. "Regina?"

He placed the bowl down on the coffee table before moving to the bathroom and checking in there, she wasn't there either. Next he headed to his bedroom and there she was sat cross legged on his bed with a bottle in her hands, "what's this?" she asked looking up at him.

Robin's mouth dropped open in shock, had she really been routing through his draws and found his lube? "Gina put it down," he ordered moving closer to her as she flicked the lid open. "Come on, give it to me."

"Is it moisturiser?" she asked.

"Sure," he nodded, he wasn't telling her what it really was, but apparently that answer had been a bad one as she poured some onto her hand and was about to rub it on her face before he grabbed her wrist, "don't use it though."

"Why not?"

"Just, don't," he shook his head, taking some tissues out of the box on the bedside table and wiping it off her hands, "right you, I got some cereal for you, so why don't you go eat and then we can see about you getting some sleep."

"Okay."

He managed to get her settled on the couch before flopping on his bed and moving under the covers, it had been one hell of a night and she was a crazy woman, she really was. Closing his eyes he had just about drifted off when he heard his bedroom door open, groaning internally he opened his eyes looking around in the dark. Suddenly he felt the bed dip beside him and an arm wrap around him as she buried her head against his chest, "I want to sleep in here with you," she whispered, her leg also coming over the top of his.

He knew that he should get out, leave her to sleep alone and take the couch where she had just been, but she had fallen asleep again and he really didn't want to wake her, in fact he was happy for the warm heat she provided, shaking his head he wrapped an arm around her and closed his eyes, drifting off with her practically on top of him.

When Regina woke up her head was positively banging, groaning she ran a hand over her face and went to snuggle further into her pillow, however it wasn't a pillow that her head was met with, instead it was warmth, a pleasant warmth that she wanted more of. Humming she tightened her grip.

Then suddenly the realisation sunk in and her eyes shot open, she wasn't alone in her bed, sheesh she wasn't even in her own bed. Looking down underneath her she saw him, still asleep below her, his arm wrapped around her. "Oh my god," she whispered to herself, "oh my fucking god."

She glanced down at her body and saw that she was wearing her underwear, but her bra straps had fallen all the way down and her panties had been slipped down her thighs. She couldn't breathe, she physically couldn't breathe, what had she done! Moving away from his embrace she pulled her underwear on properly and buried her head in her lap, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. She sobbed, her body shaking as she did so.

Robin stirred feeling the bed move slightly, he opened his eyes and looked up at her, was she crying? "Hey? What's up?"

She lifted her head and looked at him, "I hate you!" she cried, "I hate you!"

"What? Why?!"

"How could you do this to me?! How could you?!" she smacked his chest.

"I'm lost," he furrowed his eyebrows placing a hand on her back and rubbing gently, only for her to smack him off.

"Don't touch me! I was drunk and you! You took advantage!"

"What no!" he shook his head, shit, she thought they'd had sex?

"I was a virgin! How could you Robin, I trusted you!" she moved out of the bed and ran into the living room, finding her dress and shrugging it on before hurrying out of the door and going to get into her apartment, only to find that the door was locked, she slid down the wall and sobbed into her hands.

She heard his door open and he knelt down beside her, "Regina I promise you nothing happen, I swear it didn't." She looked up at him, her eyes shining with vulnerability, he cupped her cheek gently, wiping away her tears, "I would never take advantage of you or any woman like that, please believe me Regina."

She sniffled and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head into his shoulder. She believed him, she knew he was a good person and that he wouldn't do that, if he had she would have most likely been naked and she wasn't, neither was he, in fact he was in his full set of pyjamas.

He held her tightly, his arms surrounding her as she hugged him and his fingers played with her hair, "let me tell you that you are a hilarious drunk!"

"Well my head is pounding and I am locked out."

"Let's go find your keys then," he chuckled offering her his hand and helping her up.

"Can we please forget last night ever happened?"