I know I made you all wait so long for this, but here it is the new chapter, I hope you like it! :)


After coming back from his 'business' lunch with Regina, Robin had thought long and hard about everything that had happened that day, he knew she was attempting to play hard to get, that was perfectly obvious; but at the same time, she had insecurities, she didn't want to let anyone in, it was as if when they got to know the real her, she thought that they'd leave. Maybe she'd had her heart broken by some fool in the past? He wanted to prove to her that his intentions were good and that he liked her for her and wanted to get to know her better, he would never break her heart, never cause her pain, he just had to find a way to persuade her of that. He wasn't going to stop until her walls came tumbling down and she let him in.

Then an idea came to him and he turned back around, heading towards her building; he needed to talk to Tink, needed her to help him with his plan; if it was to work, Regina's assistant slash best-friend would have to be game. Clearly Tink was the person that Regina trusted the most and she accepted her advice, if he could convince Tink, maybe he could convince Regina.

Upon reaching the office he walked in, waving to the receptionist, making an excuse about leaving a jacket, which technically was the truth, even though a member of his team had probably taken it with them. He was about to go in the elevator when he saw Regina walking towards it, she was laughing with a tall blonde; Robin quickly darted around a corner, before peering back around and watching Regina, she was so beautiful, especially when she laughed, she seemed so carefree. Why then, was it that she was tense with him, was she nervous about being in his company, was that why she acted so awkwardly?

Then she hugged the woman and jumped into the elevator, waving briefly before dropping her hands in front of her, twiddling her thumbs, waiting for the door to close. No other woman had ever intrigued him as much as she did, he was completely enamoured with her, she captivated him in every way shape or form. Then he saw her look down at her shirt and shake her head, "shit!"

He furrowed his eyebrows, what was up with her? Before he could get closer to see if he could get a better look, the elevator closed and she was gone from his sight. He looked around and spotted the stairs, chuckling to himself, he rushed towards them, rushing up, glad that Regina's office was only on the first floor. He made it up in time to see her coming out of the lift and walking down the hall towards her office. "Tink." He heard her moan.

"What?" The blonde hurried out, "So how was it? Tell me, tell me!"

"How was what?" She shrugged, walking past her assistant and into her office. Robin crept closer, luckily they had left the door ajar slightly so he could still hear their conversation, he knew that was eavesdropping, but so what.

"Your date with the hot guy durh."

"Oh, it was… interesting."

"Interesting? What does that mean?"

"It means, be prepared to hear from him." She smirked, biting her bottom lip.

"You like him!"

"Maybe." She sat down at her office chair.

"You do!" Tink clapped jumping up and down. "Regina, you like a guy!"

"Can you stop acting so surprised please? I like people."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

"You don't like guys."

"I do like guys, when the guy is worth liking, I will like them." She looked down and huffed, "this is a new shirt."

"Why are you so god darn clumsy?"

"I had lasagne it was a disaster waiting to happen."

"You ordered lasagne in a white suit, are you insane?"

"Probably, but he offered to buy me a new one if I spilt. I didn't spill on my suit, just my shirt. I didn't notice, oh god, what if he thinks I'm a complete slob?"

"He won't, you told him you were clumsy, stand up." Regina followed orders and stood up, Robin watched on as Tink examined her, "nah, you can hardly see it, he won't have seen that."

Robin shook his head, he was rather amused, he hadn't noticed her little spillage, probably because he had his eyes trained on her face the entire time; he laughed to himself and then he saw Tink making her way towards the door and closing it behind her, Robin saw his chance and made his way towards her, "it's Katrina right?"

"Oh, hi yeah." She nodded, "are you here to see the boss lady?"

"No, I was just wondering if you could help me?"

"With what?" She asked, looking at him with interest.

"Well, I was wanting to send some flowers to Regina, but to do that, I would need her address."

"You're not going to show up at her house and kidnap her or something are you? Because although she needs to loosen up and get a man, she's my best friend and I am obliged to protect her."

"Wow, no, I'm definitely not going to kidnap her, or anything else creepy like that." He chuckled, "just the flowers."

"Okay," she nodded, "Robin, please, whatever you do, don't hurt her, she's been hurt in the past and she might appear strong, she might come off as though she is a no nonsense business woman, but underneath, she's just a woman who wants to be loved."

"Don't worry, I would never do anything to hurt her, I already care for her." He admitted. He knew his perception of Regina had been correct, knew she had her walls up, but he still planned for it to be him who brought them down, him who showed her what it was like to be loved properly, by someone who was devoted to her completely he hoped that in time, she would let him do that.

He knew he was getting ahead of himself, yet from knowing her just that one day, he also knew that they could have something magical together.


Once he had the address from Tink, he made his way to the flower shop, he wanted something which made a statement, something which was bold and stunning, just like Regina was. He looked at the various flowers, he had no idea about how to choose flowers for a woman, he hadn't really ever bought flowers before and if he had, he had relied on his secretary in the past, which he knew was really, really bad, but he was shocking at flowers, absolutely shocking. It had made it worst when someone had told him that all flowers had meanings, what if he picked some flower which said the wrong thing?

Shaking his head, he walked over to the woman stood watching him from behind the desk, "can I help you sir?"

"I hope so," he laughed, "I'm afraid I have no idea what sort of flowers to buy." He sighed shaking his head as he looked to the side again.

"Well, okay, who are they for?" The woman asked, taking out a pad and pen.

"This amazingly classy woman, who I really want to make my girlfriend."

"I see." She smiled, "well, you can never go wrong with lilies, peonies, roses, tulips…"

"How about all of them?"

"All of them?" She rose her eyebrows, clearly thinking that he was rather ambitious choosing so many different flowers, but he wanted to make an impact, he wanted her to think that they were the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen and hopefully she would.

"Yes. I want it to be the most beautiful bouquet you have ever made, spare no expense."

"Very well then sir, would you care to write a note to go on the flowers?"

"Oh," darn, he hadn't thought about what he was actually going to write on the little cards, forgot that they even went in flowers, couldn't he just write, 'To Regina, love Robin'? Was that too simple? Yes of course it was, she needed more than that, he wanted to pour his heart out to her on those cards, say things that he might not have the balls to say to her in person, not yet anyway, for fear of her rejecting him and him making a right cock up of it.

Three cards later and the woman who was serving him was really giving him the evils, had nobody ever needed to use more than one card before? Like seriously, these things were tiny, he'd need an A4 sheet of paper to write his message on, not this tiny little notelet. The thing was now though, he was finding the need to tell Regina that the woman was looking at him strangely and he wondered why. He was waffling, making it quite clear that he was a waffler, hopefully she liked that, but probably not, he was literally babbling on about nothing on these cards.

Sighing he picked up a fourth, this time he was going to make it short and snappy, quickly get the point across, so he scrawled in neat, writing the words 'Regina Mills, will you go on a date with me?' He smiled at the woman behind the desk as she awkwardly put the cards into separate envelopes. She looked up with wide eyes, "wow, you sure wanted to write a lot; are you done?"

"Yes, I think so." He nodded, "so am I okay leaving that with you?" He asked, having paid, signed for the flowers and given her Regina's address.

"Yes, these flowers will look amazing, good day Mr Locksley."

"Thanks, you've been a massive help." He was just about out the door when he realised something, he hadn't even given Regina a note telling her who the flowers were from, what an idiot, how could he possibly have been that stupid? Turning back around he ran a hand over his face.

"Forgotten something?" She asked, he could tell she probably thought he was a total idiot.

"Yes, I forgot to tell her who they were from." He shook his head.

This resulted in laughter from the florist, "how can you have written so many notes then have forgotten to tell her who the flowers were from in the first place?"

"God knows."


An hour later, he pushed the door to his house and sighed, he'd had a long day and all he wanted was to sit down in some comfy clothes and watch a good movie whilst eating take out. He hadn't been able to get Regina off the brain, he had been thinking about her none stop since the first time he met her; when in her rush, she had bumped into him.

Somehow her dark eyes had drawn him in and embedded their way into his subconscious; the way they changed shades depending on her mood, that was something he had already noticed, it was fascinating. Her eyes were the go to area if he wanted to know how she was feeling about something, that was where she laid out all her emotions, even when her expression may be saying something completely different, her eyes bared the truth.

It was ridiculous really, just how obsessed with her he had become, it was just her whole being that had attracted him, almost as though her soul had called out to his, telling him that they were meant to be together.


To say that Robin had been surprised to see Regina at the Chinese place was an understatement, he had walked in and spotted her sat there, looking completely different, but at the same just as stunning. She had some amazing black glasses framing her face and baggy clothing that only she could pull off like she had done. He had seen no point in them both eating alone and had casually suggested that they eat together, he had been pleasantly surprised when she had taken him up on the offer, especially after him saying to her that he felt he was born to gaze into her eyes; instead of creeping her out though, she had seemingly taken it as a compliment.

At that very moment she was sat curled up in a big arm chair in her lounge, her cat lying on the arm of the chair, glass of red wine in hand and her laptop on her knee. He simply across from her on the larger couch watching her, she was captivating and he hadn't been able to take his eyes off her all night. She had told him that she still had a few sections of her magazine to go over before tomorrow and that hopefully it wouldn't take all night.

They had eaten dinner at her dining room table, because she had assured him, should they eat in her living room, that she would drop something on the carpet and he was beginning to see just how clumsy she was, especially when she had nearly knocked over the bottle of wine as she pulled out the cork. Her face had gone beetroot red as she shook her head in embarrassment, but they had soon laughed it off and enjoyed a meal together. Surprisingly there was a lot less tension than there had been earlier that day, maybe she felt more comfortable because she was on her own turf so to speak.

Suddenly when he was watching Regina, he saw her shuffling a little bit in her seat, her cheeks had gone slightly rosy and her eyes were wide as she looked at the screen through her glasses. She shuffled again as though all of a sudden he got the feeling that she was uncomfortable. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she continued to scroll down.

"Regina?"

"Hmm?" Her head shot up and her eyes locked with his.

"You alright?"

"Me I'm fine, sorry, I'm being completely rude, would you like another drink? Something to read maybe?"

"I rather want to know what you're reading." He chuckled.

Her face dropped as her eyes widened even further and fell to the screen and then back up to him, "I… It's nothing interesting, just some fashion article."

"Really? So fashion articles can make you blush like that?" He asked.

"Blush like what? I'm reading an article Robin and it's hot in here."

"Is it?"

"Yes." She narrowed her eyes at him, but she didn't look quite as menacing wearing her glasses, it just made her look adorable. She was obviously hiding something on her laptop, something she didn't want him to read. "I'm going to get a top up." She stated. Standing up and placing her laptop down in her seat, partially closing the lid. "Want one?"

"Sure." He stood up and when he was certain that she had left, he wandered over to her chair and glanced down at the laptop. Cautiously he lifted the lid and scanned his eyes over the passage, 'how to reach a better orgasm'. Oh, so that's what she was reading, interest got the better of him as he opened it more as began reading the segment.

1: Foreplay is your friend, don't rush it, take it slow, enjoy each other and take time to get properly in the mood. The more you want it, the stronger it will be.

2: Don't be afraid to try new positions, work out what is best for both you and your partner. If you are used to the same positions, mix it up a bit, try something different. (See page 87)

3: Vibrators = Intense pleasure, they aren't just for going solo, try introducing them...

"Robin do you want red or white?" Regina's voice sounded from the kitchen.

He quickly lowered the lid and made his way into the kitchen. She was clearly proofreading the love and sex section of her magazine and that was what made her uncomfortable. "So was it interesting?"

"What?" She asked, turning to look at him, placing a large shot glass back down and picking up a bottle of wine in one hand and two wine glasses in the other.

"The article."

The glasses dropped from her hand and shattered on the ground, "oh god." She shook her head, placed the wine on the side and bent down, where she began to collect the pieces of glass.

He had to resist the urge not to laugh and bent down to help her, "are you okay?"

"Hmm." She nodded, not meeting his eye.

"That must have been some fashion article to make you respond like that." He chuckled as she found a dustpan and brush and began to sweep up the fragments of glass from the ground.

"Fashion article?"

"Hmm, you said that it was a fashion article didn't you?"

"Yes, yes it was." She nodded. Then she let out a slight gasp and pulled her hand back quickly, shaking it somewhat.

"Did you cut it?" He asked, grasping her hand and looking at the deep cut on her palm, which was beginning to ooze with blood. "Stand up."

"It's nothing." She winced making to pull her hand back, only for him to hold onto it.

"Come on." He helped her up off the ground and led her over to a stool that surrounded the breakfast bar. He gestured to the seat with his eyes and she shook her head. "Now, sit down before you pass out."

"I'm fine, it's just a scratch."

He gave her another look and she rolled her eyes before sitting down. He laid her hand on the counter and looked at it, "it's quite deep."

"Robin, it's fine." She winced as she moved it slightly, "stop fussing."

"Regina shut up while I assess the extent of the wound."

"What are you, a doctor?" She scoffed.

Robin chuckled and found a clean cloth on the work surface, he ran it under the water and came back over to her, dabbing her wound carefully. She pulled back when the cloth touched her, then stilled, allowing him to assist with her injury. She was looking down at her hand and he wondered what she was thinking. Was it his fault that she had hurt herself? He had only been trying to make her blush, not drop the glasses and cut herself. "First aid kit?"

"Top cupboard." She nodded gesturing in the direction of the correct cupboard. Robin grabbed the box and flicked it open, finding some gauze, he laid it over the now cleaned wound, before wrapping a bandage around it and tucking the edge in.

"There." He grinned, "you really are clumsy." He stated, not letting go of her hand, simply brushing his fingers over her wrist.

"I know; is all the glass up of the floor?" She asked, moving her eye to his and swallowing heavily. "I don't want Lenny standing in it."

"Yes." He nodded, rubbing her arm slowly, "are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine, I need to get back to reading, I only have the rest of this article to go."

"Should I leave?"

"No." She stated quickly, something which surprised him, she sighed and he felt the awkwardness coming from her again. It was what he thought, she was scared of letting anyone in, but she quite clearly wanted to, he knew she did, he heard what she had said earlier that day in the office, so at least he knew he wasn't fighting a losing battle.

"Okay." He grinned; his eyes moving down from her eyes, to her lips, he really wanted to kiss her, but he didn't know if that was pushing it too far, what if she freaked out even more and pushed him away? He couldn't bare it if that were to happen. Taking a deep breath, he took a step closer to her, his hand coming to her cheek; to his delight, she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. Now was the moment, it was the right time, time for their first kiss; their first actual kiss which hadn't come about by plain accident or not been on the lips. He closed his own eyes, as she moved closer, so did he and he was about to kiss her when they were interrupted by a loud meowing noise.

Regina opened her eyes and turned to see Lenny, standing up, she scooped him into her arms, kissing his nose before carrying the bottle of wine into the lounge, leaving him awkwardly stood in her kitchen. They had come so close, so close to having their first kiss, to feeling the other's lips against theirs, to taste one another properly. He sighed and shook his head, that was just like Regina, she had been caught up in the moment and as soon as the moment had been broken it was over, finished, done, there was no going back, this was something which really frustrated him. If he was this hot and bothered after one day, what the hell would he be like once he got to know her better?

When he came back into the lounge, Regina was looking suspiciously at her laptop and turned to look at him eyes narrowed, "did you touch that?" She asked.

"What? No." Lies. Shit he was in trouble.

"Well that's odd, because it's closed and I left it propped open." She accused.

He looked at the laptop and it was indeed closed, he hadn't closed it, why was it closed? "Cat?" He suggested, anything to get him out of the mess he had landed himself in.

"You read it didn't you."

"Kinda yeah."

She rolled her eyes, "that is invading my privacy."

"It was an interesting article if that makes you feel any better."

"Not really no." She picked up the computer and flopped into the chair with a sigh. "I can't believe you would do something like that Robin, I trusted you." She was biting her bottom lip as she looked at him, it trembled and he thought that he had genuinely upset her by looking at her article. He all of a sudden felt a wave of guilt was over him; however, this was short lived as she burst out into laughter. "Oh my god! Sorry, the look on your face was too funny." She shook her head, had she been baiting him for a reaction? Had she known that he had read it all along? "Did you learn anything useful?" She asked, casting him a wicked smirk.

Wow, okay, this was a new side to her, one she hadn't really allowed him to see before and it was intriguing, she had so many character traits it was hard to keep track and he found that he loved each one as much as the last. The glint in her eyes was driving him crazy and he literally had to cling onto the wine glass in his hand, trying to ground himself, anchor himself to something to stop himself from doing something he would regret, for instance suggesting that they try out some of the methods; however he knew that doing something like that would most likely ruin anything they might have in the future and he wasn't going to do that.

"Cat got your tongue?" She asked. How much had she had to drink? Maybe she's had a tipple of something whist she'd been in the kitchen, something to help her calm her nerves, loosen her up; if that were the case, then it had worked tremendously well. "Seriously though Robin, I like to get readers feedback on my magazine, care to provide me with some?"

He didn't know if that was a terrible euphemism or what, but what he did know was that if the Regina he had got to know throughout the day knew she was acting like this, she would probably have locked herself up. Clearly she didn't handle alcohol very well, the effects had kicked in and she was giddy. "Regina, are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine." She nodded, opening the laptop and begging to read again. Okay, now he was confused, was she drunk, was she just a little tipsy? What was going on? "Sorry, I just wanted to tease you." She grinned, looking at him over the rim of her glasses. The alcohol she had consumed had clearly just taken the edge of and allowed her to relax a bit more, but as far as he was concerned she was still somewhat sober.

"Are you drunk?"

"No," she shook her head, "if I was you'd know about it." The seriousness in her voice had returned as her eyes were trained on the screen in front of her. "I very rarely allow myself to get drunk, because I would be an embarrassment, trust me."

He was intrigued, she was an extremely complex person. He continued to watch her as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He felt slightly awkward just sitting in her lounge, he'd had a book in the car so was pretending to read that, but it wasn't keeping his attention for long, she was too distracting.

Then just when he was about to actually turn back to his book and away from her, she spoke up, still continuing to look at the screen, "are you just going to sit there and watch me all night?"

"Sorry." He chuckled, was there any way to make this a little less awkward? The fact that he now knew what she was reading made him feel weird, not because he didn't like sex, no it was just bringing too many thoughts into his head, like what it would be like making love to Regina, having her call his name when she orgasmed, what it would be like to touch her and kiss her. Then a whole new image popped into his mind, Regina with her stomach rounded carrying his child. Where the hell had that come from?! He hadn't really thought about having children, but here he was after knowing a woman for one day and he was already imagining her being the mother to his kids! What was going on inside his head?! "Can I use your bathroom?" He asked.

She looked up at him and nodded, "yes, of course; it's just up the stairs and to the left."

"Okay thanks." He nodded and quickly stood up, he needed to do something to calm down, he was going crazy, absolutely crazy. Once he reached the bathroom he looked in the mirror and shook his head, wow what that woman could do to him, she didn't even have to do anything in particular and he was wishing that he could be with her always. He turned on the cold tap, wanting to splash the water over his face; he was willing to try everything he could to cool down. However, the waterfall tap she had installed in the bathroom shot the water forward and soaked his crotch, giving him a massive wet patch. "Shit! Bollocks!"

"Robin?" he heard light knocking on the door, "are you alright?"

Shit, what the hell was he going to do now? He looked like he'd peed himself, he couldn't let her see him like that, how embarrassing, "yeah I'm good."

"Are you sure?"

"Hmm." Fuck, this was bad, so bad, maybe she'd laugh it off, or maybe she would just be weirded out; shaking his head he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dallied his best friend, Will, he'd know what to do. "Will."

"Robin, what can I do for ya?"

"I am in deep shit."

"Why? What have you done and since when is it you asking me for help?" Will laughed on the other side of the phone.

"I'm serious Will, it's not funny!" Why wasn't his best friend more supportive? He was never very sympathetic.

"Okay, I'm not laughing, what happened?"

"Where are you right now?" Robin asked.

"Home, why?"

"I need help, quick."

"Mate are you alright?"

"How fast can you get to 108 Mifflin Street?"

"Why?"

"Will!"

"About five minutes in the car, why?"

"I need spare pants, slacks."

"What? Oh mate, you didn't, you know…"

"Eww no! Will! The tap sprayed water on me."

"Wait where are you?"

"I told you 108 Mifflin Street."

"Why? Oh my god, are you at a woman's house?"

"Yes," he sighed shaking his head, why did Will ask so many questions.

"Mate."

"Will I am really serious right now."

"How am I supposed to get pants to you?"

"Bring them and throw them up to me."

"Oh, right, I'm coming."

Will cut the phone off and Robin shook his head, oh god, now she was going to wonder why he was taking so long in the bathroom. Those bloody taps were so annoying, the amount of times he had used taps that were similar and ended up covered in water.

"Robin?" Regina's voice sounded from outside.

"Sorry, I'm just taking a call."

"Did the tap explode?"

"What?" he furrowed his eyebrows, how would she know.

"Yeah, sorry, I forgot I'd been using the en-suit because the tap was dodgy." He closed his eyes and shook his head, before opening to door and looking at her; she briefly looked down, before back up to his face and laughing, "Oops, sorry."

He couldn't help but laugh with her, it was quite funny really, but not when it had just happened, "I think you should get that fixed."

"Hmm." She nodded. "I'm finished proof reading, so, do you want to watch a movie or something? Unless you have to get home?"

"No, a movie sounds good."

"Okay then," she smiled, "what sort of movies do you like?" She asked as they wandered back downstairs and she headed into the kitchen grabbing some popcorn out of a cupboard and placing it on the stove, waiting for the kernels to turn into the sweet treat.

"Any." He shrugged.

"Fancy a horror film?" She asked, casting him a wicked smirk, "I want to hear you scream." She whispered seductively in his ear, that was definitely an innuendo.

"Sure, but milady, I think it maybe you doing the screaming."

"We'll see."


Robin rang Will to tell him not to bother with the spare pants, because he had borrowed Regina's hair dryer. And an hour later they were both sat on the couch; slowly they had found themselves moving closer and closer to one another and before long, Robin had his arm wrapped around her and she was leaning into him, her hand on his leg and her head on his shoulder. He lightly stroked her upper arm with his fingers and mused that he could get used to this, used to sitting with her on the couch and simply watching a film. She nuzzled her head against his shoulder, as she brought her legs up underneath her as if it was so natural, as if they were so natural.

They were watching the horror film 'The Babadook', a psychological thriller about a woman and her son, grieving after the death of a husband and father. He watched as her eyes went wide, watching the events on the screen unfold, the hand on his knee tightened and she shuffled even closer to him, "oh god, she's going to kill the dog isn't she." She whispered, her eyes still glued to the screen.

"Probably." Robin nodded, holding her close; she felt so small curled up in his arms, as though she belonged there.

"Oh poor thing." One hand came up to cover her eyes, as she peered through a gap in her fingers. She let out a small noise as the woman did indeed do what she had predicted and Robin shook his head. Neither of them had made much noise throughout the film, she had flinched now and then, he knew it was one of those horror films that was meant to mess with your head, using intensified sound and shadows to creep people out. Yet this film unlike others he had seen, had an emotional side, dealing with loss; this brought a thought to him, although he had only just met Regina, he didn't know what he would do if he lost her.

"Scared yet?"

"No, I'm not."

"She's in the dark a lot this woman isn't she." He stated, referring to her phobia which he had discovered earlier that day.

"Shut up." She smacked him lightly. "Oh god, she's going after the kid."

"She won't kill her son."

"How do you know?" she asked, glancing up at him briefly, before turning back to the screen.

"Because it would be a pointless film if she did."

"True." She nodded. Robin watched her watch the film, the way her pupils dilated when she was scared, her grip on him tightening as though she needed reassurance that he was still there with her. The thing was though, she seemed to thrive of fear, like it, yet at the same time, she didn't; he guessed that's how everyone was with horror movies, but she fascinated him.

The film was progressing and just as something was about to happen, the lamp and television flickered off and they were plunged into darkness, Regina screamed and grabbed onto him. He had to say that he was rather startled by it as well; he held onto her, before scrambling for his phone and flicking on the torch. She was curled up in a ball, her face buried into his shirt. "What happened?" She asked, pulling back slightly.

"It's probably just your fuse box." He stated, making to stand up.

"Stop! Where are you going?" She questioned, he knew that she was scared, even through the darkness he could see the fear on her face.

"I'm just going to check out your fuse box, don't worry I'll be back."

"No, you can't leave me alone." She cried.

He shook his head, here was the vulnerable Regina again, the scared Regina and she was right, it wouldn't be a good idea for him to leave her alone, "come on." He took her hand and she grabbed onto his arm, with her other. "You screamed." He chuckled, hoping to get her to provide him with a sassy comeback.

"Shut it Locksley, I know you were scared too." She nudged him.

"I didn't scream." He responded, nudging her back. Glancing at her, he saw her screw up her face and stick her tongue out at him, causing him to let out a loud laugh.

"Oh yes, because you're the big macho man." She taunted, "the macho man who wets his pants."

"That was water and you know it."

"Hmm, you said it was water." She rose her eyebrows at him, "but maybe that was just an excuse, maybe you just couldn't hold it." She grinned, challenging him.

"Low blow." He smirked, "but everyone knows that, although waterfall taps might look fancy, they are shit."

"Totally shit," she agreed, "all my guests end up with a wet patch." She sniggered, "that sounded so bad."

"That it did; okay so fuse box?"

"Garage." She nodded, her grip on his arm tightening.

"Scared of the garage Miss Mills?"

"No, seriously Robin, you know what it is I'm afraid of, so stop screwing with me."

They made their way into the garage, shining the torch at the walls, looking for the fuse box; there was a squeaking noise and Robin jumped out of his skin, letting out a low scream. When turning to look at Regina, he saw a massive smile on her face. "What?"

"You screamed."

"That wasn't a scream."

"Uh, yes it was."

"It was more like a manly yell."

"Whatever, scared of mice Locksley?"

"Mice?" He asked, his voice raising an octave, shit, he hated mice, or rats, it was the tails, the tails creeped him out. Now she had the upper hand, great, "you have mice?"

"Of course." She smirked and he knew his eyes had gone wide.

"What?" he whispered. Then she bent down to pick something up off the floor, "whoa, what the hell are you doing?" he asked.

"Picking up the mouse, say hello." Then she chucked something at him, something fury and this time he properly screamed. "Oh my god, that was not a manly scream." She laughed, nearly doubling over in laughter.

"Did you just throw a fucking mouse at me?" He asked, staring at her in shock.

"Yes," she moved over and picked it up again, he shone the torch on her hands and let out a loud sigh, "seriously, scared of a cat toy?" She asked.

In her hand was a fluffy toy mouse, obviously belonging to Lenny, now he felt like a complete idiot and he could tell that she was loving it. He had been surprised when he thought she had thrown a living creature, he knew that she loved animals and would never harm one. "Oh my god."

She squeaked the toy in her hand and they heard a little bell, as Lenny ran into the garage and sat at her feet. She chuckled as she dropped it for him, he picked it up and carried it back into the house. "You're scared of mice."

"No."

"Um, yes, you should have seen your reaction," she smirked before impersonating him, "'did you just throw a fucking mouse at me?'"

"I do not sound like that." He protested, smiling at her nonetheless, she had virtually forgotten about her own fear and replaced it with the need to taunt him.

"You so did," she giggled, finding the fuse box on the wall, "okay, so what do we do?"

"Look for a switch that's in the opposite direction to the others." He stated, moving his phone so the light shone on the box, "I think it's this one."

"Oh god, don't get electrocuted."

"Haha very funny." He shook his head.

"I don't think you'd be able to pull off the hairstyle that goes with it." she chuckled.

"Do you want to flick the switch?"

"No, I think I'm good." She was biting her bottom lip again, oh god, that was such a turn on, that one gesture stirred something inside of him, something inside that made him want to reach out and grab her before kissing her senseless.

Shaking his head, he put those thoughts aside and flicked the switch, the lights in the kitchen flickered on and they could see each other more clearly again. "Told you."

"Thank god, let's get out of here, I want to see what happens to the boy," with that she hurried back into the house, leaving him stood there shaking his head, that woman.


The film came to an end and he found himself wishing that it could have gone on forever, because with the end of the film, came his cue to leave. He wanted to stay up all night, just talking to her, enjoying her company, but he knew that would never happen; he had to go home, alone, to his empty house.

She let out a sigh and stood up, flicking the television off, she turned to look at him, "tonight was fun." She smiled.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"We should do it again some time." She averted her eyes from his and began messing with the tassel on her jumper.

"Definitely. I should be going; I have work tomorrow." He admitted grudgingly standing up himself.

"So do I." She agreed "I really did enjoy this." She looked back up at him and the intensity of her stare drew him in. He took a deep breath and stepped closer to her, he wanted to kiss her, really wanted to.

"Do you think maybe I could have your phone number now?" He asked hopefully.

She chuckled and nodded, "sure." She took his phone from him and typed her number in before slipping it back into his pocket.

He knew that he probably had a cheesy smile on his face, shaking his head, he leant in a kissed her cheek, "goodnight Regina." He quipped, turning to leave.

"I'll walk you out." She hurried, catching up with him as she walked him to the door, "thank you." She smiled, "for suggesting this."

"It was the best suggestion I ever made." He grinned, his hand coming to her cheek as he stroked it lightly. He wanted to kiss her, but the thing was, he kinda wanted her to take the plunge and kiss him first, if he had to wait for her to come around to that idea then he would, but for now, he was just going to have to be patient with her. Smiling at her, he dropped his hand and turned to walk away, he looked back and waved before getting in his car and driving home. If he had to wait his whole life for that woman, forgetting all others, then he would, gladly.


Thanks for reading, love to all. xxx