Hi guys! To those of you who celebrated Thanksgiving, I hope you had a good one!

Thank you for all you kind words so far! Since Robin and Regina are now dating, I am changing up the way I write the future chapters and we are going to have both Robin and Regina POV in each chapter.

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Robin had been highly amused when he had turned up to Regina's house and overheard her and her mother talking, he had heard something about children and soulmates; the embarrassment on Regina's face had been quite the sight, especially when Cora had insisted he call her mom. The conversation they'd had about her godson had been interesting, she'd obviously had some sort of fall out with her friend, but clearly wasn't willing to expand on it, which he was fine with, if she wanted to, she would tell him, he wasn't going to push anything.

Then they had gone on their disaster date where the waitress had been incredibly rude towards Regina, he actually found himself getting annoyed at her, some of the things she had said were completely inappropriate and uncalled for. Regina spilling the drink on her had made him laugh, well in hindsight he was laughing, when the woman was disrespectful towards her, he hadn't been happy and had felt the need to stand up for her, even if she was more than capable of standing up for herself, he couldn't keep quiet.

Two weeks later he sat in his office twirling his pen between his fingers, thinking about Regina seemed to be all he did lately, she was quite the beautiful distraction. The end of their date night had been perfect, she had agreed to be his girlfriend and she had been the one to make the first move, kissing him. That kiss was something different all together, the way their lips had bonded together, tasting the delights that one another had to offer. The kiss shook his entire being and captivated him completely and it was clear the effects were mutual.

He grinned, tapping his pen on the table until there was a knock at the door and he straightened up, looking at his computer, before asking the person to come in. Glancing at the door he saw John and grinned, "news?"

"Yes, but not good news I'm afraid."

The expression on Robin's face dropped and he sighed, sitting back in his seat; he was in such a good mood and the last thing he needed was some bad news to dampen that, "what is it?"

"I just got a call from Katrina, Miss Mill's assistant, it appears that the venue that Miss Mills hired for her annual Masquerade party has been flooded out. They are trying to find a replacement venue, but she says that so far they have had little success"

"No," Robin groaned and shook his head. He could only imagine what Regina was like at that very moment, the party was in less than a week and he had seen her a couple of days ago, she had already been going crazy with last minute details, this will have literally ruined her whole plan, she would probably be running around her office yelling at Tink about how guests couldn't sit on floating furniture. There was no way you would find a vacant place at such late notice, not unless you had connections. "When did it flood?"

"Late last night, something about pipe work issues."

"Shit, Gina's gonna be so stressed out."

"Gina?" John pulled a strange face.

"What?" Robin shrugged, so he hadn't exactly told John that he was dating Regina, he hadn't really told anyone; Will knew of course, but Will knew everything. Robin rolled his eyes as he grabbed his phone and dialled a friend's number; he owned a place down town, it was an old building with posh décor and an amazing staircase that led to the ballroom. "Hello, Neal mate, it's Robin."

"Locksley, hey, how you doing?"

"I'm good yeah, you?"

"Yeah, I'm great."

"Cool, I don't suppose I can ask you a massive favour?" Robin squinted as he stood and walked over to the window in his office that looked over Manhattan. He knew it was a longshot, but Neal had a couple of places, his father was a multibillionaire who specialised in property, so between them, they would hopefully have a place that was free.

"What do you need?"

"You know your place down on 5th?"

"Yeah."

"I don't suppose it's vacant next Saturday, is it? I know it's a long shot at this time of year, but I'm desperate, my girlfriend holds a massive masquerade ball and the place she booked has flooded, so I would be really grateful."

"One second, let me check… okay, you don't know how lucky you are mate, we had a wedding cancel."

"You're kidding me," he gasped, holding his thumb up at Little John.

"Luckily for your missis, that couple aren't getting hitched anymore. So, who is this mystery woman? I didn't know you were seeing anyone Locksley."

"Regina Mills, you've probably heard of her, she is massive in the industry."

"Mills? My god, how'd you manage that?"

Robin laughed, shaking his head, "well, when you're as charming as me. Anyway, thanks so much, I'll forward you the payment later today, could you email me the invoice?"

"Sure thing."

"Thanks, you're a lifesaver mate."

"No problem, catch you later."

Robin cut the phone off and took a deep breath, he just hoped Regina hadn't already sorted it, otherwise they would be in trouble; but he highly doubted that she had managed to find anywhere without connections at this late stage, plus John seemed to think that they were failing on her end. Dialling her number, he waited for her to pick up, when she did he could tell from her voice that she was about to have a mental breakdown. "Hi Robin, I'm sorry, but now's not really a good time."

"I know, your venue flooded right."

"Oh it's a disaster, what the hell am I supposed to do? The guests are invited, everything's ready! I have been searching for a new venue all morning but everywhere in New York is booked up! At this rate, I'll be hosting it in my sitting room; people will be eating canapés off their laps!"

Robin chuckled and shook his head, "good luck fitting everyone in there."

"Robin, this is serious, I'm having a crisis here!"

He needed to stop messing with her and put her out of her misery, she was clearly not in the mood for his jokes. "Okay, what would you say if I told you I'd found you a place?"

"Depends, have you?"

"Yep." He grinned to himself as he pictured her change of expression in his head, her beautiful smile playing on her lips.

"Seriously?!" She made an excited noise and he chuckled.

"Yeah, a friend of mine owns a place downtown, it's pretty amazing."

"Oh my god! Robin, I think you might have just saved my life!"

"Okay, if you're not too stressed, can I come and pick you up for lunch?"

"Was that even a question?" She laughed. He could just imagine her flopping back in relief. "How about we have a picnic in your office, I'll pay."

"You will?"

"Robin, you saved me from embarrassment, the least I can do is pay for lunch. What time can I come over?"

"I have a meeting at three, so any time before then."

"Now?"

"Now's good." He chuckled, he couldn't wait to see her, "are you busy today?"

"Empty schedule," she sighed, "whatever am I to do?"

"Well come over here and I'm sure we can think of something."

"I'm on my way, I lo…"

"What?"

"Nothing," she replied quicker than normal, "I'll see you soon."

"Yeah," he nodded cutting the phone off. She sounded like she was about to say something else, but she had stopped it; did she nearly tell him that she loved him? They had known each other a month now and there was an obvious connection, but neither of them had said that yet. If he thought about it, he was in love with her, he knew he was, he never felt for anyone like he felt for her; it was crazy and it had all caught him off guard, but the truth was, he had fallen for Regina Mills the minute she had accidently bumped into him.

Robin pressed a button on the phone that connected him to John, "hey John, hold my calls for a couple of hours please."

"Sure."

"Thanks."

Robin sat back and waited for Regina to arrive, could she really love him? If so that was ridiculously lucky, that they would meet like they did, it was rather like something out of a movie; it was weird, he had always said that he didn't believe in love, especially not love at first sight, yet with her it had been, it was instant.

A while later there was a knock at the door and before he could say anything it opened, "knock knock," she peaked her head around the door, biting her bottom lip as she grinned at him. "You are an amazing person; did you know that?" She came in, holding a bag behind her back.

"Well, I have to be to keep up with you," he quipped standing up and gesturing to the table. She placed the bags that she had been holding on the table and flung her arms around his neck.

"Thank you!"

"You brought the dinner."

She laughed and shook her head, "no, I'm serious, I don't know what I would have done without you."

He grinned and ran his thumbs over her lower back, "well, I'm glad I could help," leaning in, he pecked her lips lightly. "What's in the bag?"

"Ah, well, that's the surprise," she rose her eyebrows and took out a carton of Chinese food.

"You didn't," he gasped.

"Oh I did," she passed him the carton.

He knew that she had gone to the effort to get food from their place, even though it was quite a way out of town; she also got his favourite, obviously remembering from the last time they had eaten together; he'd remembered hers too, but he was flattered that she had. "You shouldn't have."

"Excuse me, this was for me too," she giggled, pulling one of the seats out and sitting down, "I fancied Chinese food."

"So you went all the way to the suburbs?"

"Well, I may have ordered it to me, because technically that place doesn't open till five, lucky thing I am friends with the owners. Plus, I can't eat it from anywhere else, that's treason."

"Sure it is," he chuckled. "It doesn't have anything to do with the fact that it's the best and your picky?"

"Maybe," she cast him a sideways smirk as she snapped open a fortune cookie.

"What's it say?"

"Someone very special to you will save you from disaster."

"No way!" He shook his head, "you're lying to me."

"No, I'm not, here look," she passed him the tiny piece of paper that had been enclosed within the sweet treat.

He took it from her and lo and behold that was what it read, which was quite freaky, he'd had a couple of fortune cookies from there that had been creepily accurate, but never so much as that. "Oh my god, did you make these?"

"No!" she laughed, holding up the wrapper. "What does yours say?"

He picked up his own and cracked it open, taking out the little note, 'when you meet the one you are destined to be with, hold on tight and never let go.' He grinned and looked up at her as she used chopsticks to try and tackle a carton of noodles.

"I'm waiting," she glanced at him, "what?"

"Nothing," he grinned, reaching out and pushing her hair behind her ear.

"You're staring."

"I'm not."

"I know," she chuckled, "noodles were such a bad, bad idea," she sighed, placing the tub down on the table, "now, that fortune, show me." She kicked off her heels and tucked her feet under her; she reached out to take it from him, but he pulled it away. "Oh come on, no fair! Are you hiding it from me?"

"No."

"Show me then," she rose her eyebrows at him.

She looked so amazing just sat in his office, shoes off, suit jacket abandoned, he wished he could just keep her around forever, make her a permanent fixture there.

"Robin," she pouted, moving off the chair and sitting on his lap, wrestling the fortune from him, "when you meet the one you are destined to be with, hold on tight and never let go. It's cute," she smiled, leaning closer and brushing her nose against his.

He brought his hands up to hold her steady, not wanting her to fall off; he grinned and nodded, "it is cute, I think I'll take its advice." As soon as he said it, he hoped that he hadn't slipped up, said something too soon, he didn't want to ruin what they had by scaring her off with the idea that he wanted more, because although he might do, he wasn't going to rush anything.

Seemingly she didn't care, instead she pressed her lips to his, "you better," she whispered, her arms coming up around his neck, allowing her to pull him closer to her. "It's good advice."

"Yep, now are we going to eat?"

"Behave," she giggled.

"Miss mills you are dirty minded."

"Hmm," she nodded tracing her fingertips over his cheek and looking at him with adoration, before hopping off his lap and finding her seat again, going back to her chopstick struggle.

"Do you want a fork?" He asked picking up his own.

"I can manage."

"Lucky you don't have a meeting today."

She kicked him with her bare foot, "you're rude," she pouted.

"What? You are the clumsiest person I know."

"Why are you with me then?" She challenged.

"For one it's hilarious and for two you are amazing." He had wanted to say that he loved her for it, but something was holding him back, maybe it was the fear of losing her.

"Why thank you," she smirked, "I happen to think that you are amazing too. How did you find a venue?"

"I have a contact," he glanced at his watch, it was half two meaning that he was going to have to go and prep for his meeting, make sure that everything was ready. "I hate to say this, but I'm going to have to go."

"Your meeting," she sighed, moving to her up. "I best leave."

"Hey, you don't have to leave, how about you wait here while I have my meeting and then we can go check out the venue."

"Okay," she smiled, "I have my laptop so I can do some work while I wait; I'm really excited to see this venue."

"Good," he grinned standing up and kissing her soundly. "If you need anything, ask John."

"I'll be fine," she laughed, "now go."

"Bye."

"Bye." She pulled him down for one last kiss before he walked out.


Regina had been so stressed that morning, the manager of the hotel where her ball was going to be held had called her to tell her that the venue was flooded, this had caused a full-on meltdown, so when she had received the phone call from Robin telling her he had found her a venue, she'd never been more relieved in her whole life. He had saved her from an embarrassing fate in front of all her friends and colleagues, not to mention investors and designers who would also be in attendance.

The ball was in honour of an animal charity that she rose funds for and to think that it would be have to be cancelled was horrendous. They had auctions of designer's pieces and art, raising a fortune for a good cause. Regina had secured a few items, but it seemed to be Tink who had taken care of the auctioning this year and she was relying that on her doing a good job, but she and Tink had very similar taste, so she had a feeling that it would be just fine.

She moved to sit behind his desk and looked at it, she was nosy, what did he expect? There was a picture frame of Robin with an older woman who she was guessing could be his mother, or another relative, next to that was a vacant frame which she traced with her fingers, she wondered what was supposed to be going inside, she could only hope that it was going to be a picture of the two of them together.

Earlier that day she had nearly told him she loved him! It had nearly slipped out by accident and over the phone, it would have been a disaster, she wanted to see his face when she told him, but she was scared, she didn't know how he was going to react, would he say it back? Or would he leave her hanging, did he love her? She knew he felt strongly towards her and something he had said earlier gave her the impression that he did love her, it was his response to the fortune cookie and how he had immediately sorted her a venue when he had learnt that she was in need of one.

Smiling she set up her laptop and sat back in his chair, opening a document she had to look over; she was reading it when the door opened and a brunette came into the office. Regina sat up straight and looked at her, "can I help you?"

"You must be his new assistant," the woman scoffed her eyes running over Regina.

Regina stood up and attempted to talk, "not exact…"

"He always goes for the same doesn't he," she rolled her eyes, taking her coat off and literally dropping it in Regina's arms, "hang this up would you, I'm sure Robin doesn't hire you to stand there looking pretty, or does he?"

Regina scoffed, draping the coat on the back of one of the chairs. At least the woman said she looked pretty, but her judgement of character was way off and if she was expecting to talk to her like that and not get something back then she was sorely mistaken.

The woman turned and glared at her, "excuse me, but do you know what that coat is?"

Regina rolled her eyes and looked closer at the coat, this was where her experience of looking at collection after collection in her magazine came in handy, "yes actually, Armani winter collection of 2014; really should update your wardrobe."

"Who are you to tell me to update my wardrobe what is it that you're wearing, cheap polyester?"

"Okay, I don't know who you are, but if you think this is cheap polyester, then you certainly haven't looked at the new collection in Chanel have you?"

"Anyway I'm here to see Robin."

"Fine," Regina shrugged. Who the hell was this woman? "He's in a meeting."

"I can wait."

"Good for you." Regina huffed dropping down into the chair and looking back towards her laptop.

"Don't you want to know who I am?"

"To be honest dear, I couldn't care less." She typed something, trying to look busy, trying to appear as though she was fully in control; she was kind of desperate to know who she was.

"Robin and I, I guess you would say we're together."

Regina laughed and shook her head, "okay."

"I'll let you in on a little secret, he is very good."

"I'm sure he is." Regina twirled one of Robin's pens between her fingers as she looked up at the woman, she felt jealously course through her veins, she and Robin hadn't been together in that way yet, he wasn't putting her under any pressure, but maybe that was because he was getting it elsewhere. God what if this woman was the someone special that he was inviting to her masquerade ball? No, surely he wouldn't be stupid enough to do that, not when he had asked her to be his girlfriend. "What did you say your name was again?"

"Marian French."

"You see it's just, Robin hasn't ever mentioned you."

"No? Well, I just came over to ask him about this party everyone's raving about, something about a masquerade ball. Apparently, some posh rich woman is throwing it, in fact she owns a magazine and I'm an editor…"

"Oh, I see, you want her to give you a job?"

Marian scoffed, "no I want her to be begging me to take a job."

Inside Regina was jumping for joy, that was never going to happen, ever. The cheek of this woman, she would love to see her face when the realisation hit that she was actually talking to that exact woman. "I see, so, you're here to?"

"Make sure I am still in line to be Robin's plus one obviously." She flicked her hair and Regina was trying so hard to not laugh at her and tell her that she wasn't getting within an inch of her party. She was about to come back with something clever when Robin came through the door.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, glaring at the woman. Marian had been a pain in his arse forever, always scrounging for favours; they had been an item briefly, she was totally overbearing and he'd had to break it off, now she felt as though he owed her something, which he didn't, he had been nothing but courteous towards her and she had been a complete utter psycho to be honest. She had stalked him, sent him weird messages and once even faked a pregnancy, trying to trap him in a relationship, he knew she was unhinged, but there was nothing he could do about it, except go to the police and even then, she would probably get away with it, with her lawyer father on hand to help.

"Oh Robin darling haven't you missed me?" she asked extending her arms to him.

"No," he rolled his eyes, turning to look at Regina, why did she have a massive smirk on her face? She looked like the cat that got the cream and he was excited to find out why. "I see you met my girlfriend," he stated walking over to Regina and threading an arm around her waist.

"Your girlfriend?" Marian asked, her face turning pale as she stared at them, "she's your girlfriend?"

"Hmm," Regina nodded, she was evil for loving this but she did. Extending her hand, she cast her a wide smiled, "Regina Mills, owner of said magazine, let's be clear on one thing, I won't be begging you to be an editor for me, so, good luck with that."

"I was only joking," she laughed.

"Very funny," Regina smirked, the moment realisation had hit was priceless. "See the thing is, all of my employees have something you don't."

"What?"

"Respect, they respect everyone; you clearly are lacking in that area; even if I was Robin's secretary, what would have given you the right to talk to me like that?"

"Regina," Robin squeezed her arm gently, he didn't want her to go too far, mainly because he was worried about what Marian might do, was worried that she might hurt Regina. He tried to get that message across to her in a simple look.

Regina glanced at him and noticed the look on his face, it was warning, warning her to stop in her pursuit for the time being, stop taunting this woman. She wondered why, wondered who she actually was. She conceded and moved to sit behind his desk again, where she saved her document and shut down her laptop.

"So, it's your masquerade ball then?"

"Indeed, it is," she nodded, pulling on her coat, "and you won't be getting an invite even if you ask really nicely. Robin I'll wait outside, I just need to pop to the bathroom." She smiled before walking out the door, she figured that Robin needed to talk to this other woman about something and although she was nosy, she knew it was something he had to do alone.

Robin turned and glared at Marian, "what the hell are you doing here?" He snapped, grabbing his coat from the peg it was hung up on. He needed to determine why she was here and that she wasn't going to try and do something stupid.

"I came to see you."

"What makes you think that I'd want to talk to you?" He scoffed. He really didn't want to talk to her, in fact she was the last person he wanted to talk to.

"Aww don't be like that Robin," she pouted, resting her hand on his shirt collar.

"Take your hands off me, I have a girlfriend who I love, so would you just leave me alone already!"

"You love her?!" She huffed rolling her eyes, "I thought you said you hated all those pretentious magazine owners."

"She's different; now would you please get out of my office, or will I have to have security escort you off the premises?"

"Urgh, I'm going, don't come crying to me when she breaks your heart."

"I would never come to you, for anything," he stated plainly, "so if you want to leave that would be great, thank you." He watched her leave and released a sigh of relief, he hated having to deal with her, she was a nightmare. He wasn't so much worried about him, she wouldn't hurt him, he knew that much. It was Regina that he was worried about, he had no idea what she might do to her.

He sighed and flicked the light off before opening the door to see his beautiful girlfriend perched on a desk opposite his door. His eyes scanned across her body, she really was a goddess, she looked absolutely perfect; her toes were pointed in her heels and she was talking to John who was still sat behind his desk. "Ready?" Robin asked, coming up beside her and placing his hand on her arm.

"Hmm," she nodded and smiled at him, "I was just talking to John."

"Is that so?" Robin rose his eyebrows, before turning to John and grinning, "you better not be making a move on my girlfriend."

"I wouldn't dream of it Robin," John chuckled, "I was simply talking to her about her masquerade ball."

"I see, speaking of masquerade balls, shall we go see the venue?"

"We shall," she giggled, standing up straight and taking his hand in hers, "bye John."

"See you later Miss Mills."

"Please, it's Regina." She smiled, before Robin led her out of his building. "Is everything alright?" she questioned looking up at him; he had been rather quiet on the walk out of the place and that wasn't like him, he was often rather loud and she was usually fighting to shut him up. "Robin?"

"Hmm," he looked at her, he had been lost in thought, thinking about Marian and the lengths she might go to, to get something that she wanted. He was thinking about Regina and how he would do anything to protect her, to keep her safe from harm, because if Marian was around, the chances were that she could try something.

"Are you okay?" She reiterated squeezing his hand as he opened the door to his limo for them.

"I'm fine, just thinking."

"About Marian?"

"Yes."

"Oh," Regina sighed looking down at her hands, did he still like Marian? It was clear that Marian still liked him, so what if her showing up had made him realise that he still liked her, because it was obvious that they'd had some kind of past.

"No! Not like that Regina, never like that, it's just, she dangerous."

"What do you mean dangerous?" She asked sheepishly, her eyes going wide. Out of all the things she had imagined him saying, that wasn't one of them. "Robin?"

"She's just crazy okay."

"Will she hurt you?" She asked her eyes wide as she placed a hand on his cheek. Now she was worried about another thing completely, losing the man she loved, she had only just found him and she wasn't going to give up so easily.

"It's not me I'm worried about," he sighed, securing his arm around her.

"What? You think she might try to hurt me?" She asked, her eyes widening even further.

"No, she won't get near you Gina."

"I'm not scared of her," Regina shook her head, "it's going to take more than a woman in an out of season Armani to scare me."

"Okay, but Regina, promise me, if you see her again, call me immediately.

"Stop worrying, I'm a big girl and can handle myself." She cast him a no nonsense look

"I'm sure you can," he chuckled, pressing his lips to hers and deepening the kiss further so that their tongues swept together, igniting the familiar passion. Regina moaned into his mouth as her fingertips brushed across the back of his neck. Once they couldn't kiss any longer they broke apart and she kept her eyes closed, still smiling at him.

"I'm never going to tire of that," she giggled, biting her bottom lip; she just wanted to forget about Marian, pretend that she had never met her, after all, how crazy could she be, was she really the nutcase Robin made her out to be? Or was he biased? She was interested in what made Robin make that judgement; sure, from what she had seen the woman was rude and completely ignorant, but crazy, she wasn't so sure.

"You better not," he grinned, stroking her cheek, "because neither am I." He bumped his nose with hers gently. He was glad that Regina hadn't pushed the matter any further, because although he wanted to tell her about everything that Marian had done in the past, she might get a little worried. For now though he would shield her from Marian, but if the time came when he had to talk to her further about it, then he would, just as he would if she asked him about her.


After Robin and Regina had viewed the venue, which was very much to Regina's liking, she had almost jumped up and down when she had seen it, stating that it was even better than the original. Following this they went back to Robin's as he said that he wanted to cook her dinner; his house wasn't as big and grand as Regina's, it was still quite big, but it also had qualities that made it quaint and homely. This was the third-time Regina had visited here; they had spent most of their past two weeks at her house, but lately Regina had wanted to come to his.

At this very moment, she was sat at his breakfast island watching Robin as he cooked, she leant on her elbows and stared at him, he was facing away from her and she couldn't help but stare at his arse. Robin had a great arse and it was really distracting, she was pretty sure that he was talking to her, but she wasn't really listening.

He turned around and placed the oven gloves down on the counter, looking at his girlfriend, who was staring at him. He laughed and rose his eyebrows, "someone's staring."

She was brought out of her haze and looked up at him, he had caught her ogling him and she felt her cheeks heating up, "I wasn't staring," she scoffed, rolling her eyes and looking away. She was so embarrassed, even though she knew she probably shouldn't be, after all he was her boyfriend, wasn't what she did to be expected? "It's not my fault you have a good ass."

He smirked at her and walked over to the place where she was sat, "I could say the same you milady, your ass is quite spectacular."

She giggled and reached out to pull him towards her, "are you an arse or tits man Mr Locksley?"

"Both," he grinned pulling her up from her seat and running his hands down her curves before placing them on her backside.

"I see," she stated as hers went to his and squeezed gently. As much as she wanted to continue this, she wanted their first time to be more special, so dropped her hands and moved them to his chest. "So, what are you making for me?" she asked, gesturing towards the food.

"Pizza, come help me make it." He took her hand in his.

"Homemade pizza? Well I am impressed." She giggled, as she followed him over to the counter where he had been chopping up all the toppings.

"Pick what you want." He stated, picking up some of the dough and beginning to make the base for his pizza, he looked over at her as she too began creating one, making the base into a heart shape. "That's cute."

"What?" She asked, glancing up at him.

"The heart."

She looked down at her pizza and tilted her head, she hadn't meant to make it into a heart, it had just sort of happened that way, maybe she was just shocking at making a circle. "Oh, that was totally meant to look like that."

"It wasn't, was it?"

"No," she laughed shaking her head as she spread some of the tomato sauce onto it. "So, can you do the whole pizzeria flipping thing?"

"Can I."

"That's what I asked you."

He grinned at her, before proceeding to show off and spinning the pizza on his fingers, he did it successfully, even swapping hands at one point, it was all going so well until he looked up at Regina and the dough lost control and spun off his hand, across the kitchen, before landing on the floor.

Regina tried so hard not to laugh at the shocked look on his face, but when she saw his lips begin to flicker she couldn't stop it and laughed out loud, "I thought you said you could do it."

"I was distracted," he chuckled, before an idea came to him and he walked across the kitchen and picked up the dough, flinging it in her direction.

"You did not just do that," she scoffed, looking at the counter, this was definitely a game she wasn't prepared to lose. She reached out and picked up the ladle that was in the tomato sauce.

"No, Regina," he laughed backing away.

"You asked for it Locksley," she sighed shaking her head and she moved closer, catching him off guard she flung the sauce at him.

"I'm gonna get you for that," he made a dash to grab her, but she recognised this and moved around the kitchen island, unfortunately for her, it was the opposite side to the food, meaning that he had complete access to all the 'weapons'.

"Robin, do you know how much this blouse cost?"

"You can't expect to get away with it," he rose his eyebrows as he picked up a tomato, he was about to throw it at her before she held her hands up.

"One minute," her hands went to the buttons on her shirt, she didn't want to get it covered in food, so removed it from her body. She knew this was the first-time Robin had seen her without a shirt, but she had spoilt too many clothes and some of them needed to be preserved, or at least be worn more than once.

Robin stopped in his tracks as he stared at her bra clad breasts, she was insanely beautiful, her silky skin bared in front of him, the swell of her breasts peeking out from the black lace that covered her. She was perfect, he knew she was and he had imagined what she would look like under her expensive blouses, but the reality surpassed the fantasy, one hundred percent.

"Someone's staring," she giggled, quoting his earlier sentiment, he was clearly quite captivated by her body, something which delighted her.

"Can you blame me milady? Look at you, you're stunning" he breathed, dropping the tomato.

She took a sharp intake of breath and straightened up, walking back around the table she ran her hands over his arms, "do you concede?"

Robin lowered his lips to her neck and began kissing her, working his way up to her ear, "to you, always." He whispered, his hands brushed over her bare back; she closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she moaned. "Do you like this?"

"Yes," her voice was husky, affected by his actions, "Robin."

"Hmm?" he murmured against her neck.

"Is something burning?" She asked, her eyes opening as she stared at the oven which had smoke pouring from it, "Robin! Something is burning!"

Robin reluctantly pulled away from her and turned to the oven, "oh god!" He opened the door and wafted it with the oven gloves, but this resulted in the smoke alarm sounding. "Shit."

"I got it," she laughed, grabbing a tea towel and hopping up onto one of the dining room chairs, then to the table, waving it around the smoke alarm.

"I think there's a button," Robin stated, pulling out the burnt desert he had been making for her, "oh fuck."

Once she got the alarm to stop, she sat down on the table and looked at him, "what was it?"

"I hope you weren't wanting desert, because this chocolate cake has turned to charcoal cake."

"Darn it," she sighed, "guess I'll just have to find desert elsewhere, maybe another man can provide me with chocolate cake," she taunted, "unless you have another idea?"

"I'm sure I can think of something," he nodded, moving over to her and moving his hands to cup her breasts gently, "where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"

She shuffled to the edge of the table and pulled him in-between her legs, as she wrapped them around his waist and her arms went around his neck. She didn't know where the newfound bravery was coming from, it was Robin, he brought out this side to her that she had never experienced before; Robin made her feel sexy, made her feel like she was in charge and she thrived off it, thrived off him. "I think you had your lips around about... here." She breathed, moving his mouth to her neck.

"Ah yes," he chuckled, kissing her again, his hands coming to her hips as he pulled her against him. "As for the other idea, I have some ice cream in the freezer."

"Ice creams good," she nodded, placing her forehead against his, "but we might need to put our mains in the oven first."

"My mains on the floor."

"And on your shirt," she giggled, "and apparently on my breasts."

"Oh yeah," he moved his mouth down over her collarbone before reaching the swell of her breasts and licking at the tomato sauce.

Her breath quickened as she ran her fingers through his hair, it felt amazing, but she didn't want it to go too far, she hadn't had sex in over two years. What if she disappointed him, what if he wasn't pleased with what she had to offer? "Robin," she sighed as he carried on, "Robin…"

He looked up at her and stopped, "are you alright?"

"It's just I haven't… I didn't…" she paused and Robin stood up straight, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"Hey, Regina talk to me," he pecked her lips gently, caressing the back of her neck lightly with his fingers.

"I haven't had sex in a while," she whispered, glancing down.

"Gina, I already told you, I don't expect anything, whenever you're ready that's okay," he hooked his finger under her chin and tilted her face up so that he could look at her. Sighing he smiled at her, he never wanted her to feel pressured into doing something that she didn't want to do, or wasn't ready for.

"I will be ready, soon, I promise," she kissed his nose gently, cupping his face with her hands.

"Regina."

"Soon." She smiled slipping off the table and pressing her lips to his gently, "I want this Robin, I want us."

"So do I, do you know what else I want?"

"What?"

"Pizza."

"Ooh me too," they wandered to the kitchen and proceeded to create their dinner.

Once it was in the oven Robin turned to look at Regina, "do you want a shower of something? You're kinda covered in sauce."

"I don't have any clean clothes."

"You can borrow a shirt and my slacks have an adjustable waistline."

"Okay then," she smirked, "towels?"

"I'll grab you one."

"Thanks," she followed him through the house to the bathroom and he handed her a towel.

Robin pecked her lips lightly, "take your time, dinners gonna be about twenty minutes. I'll put some clothes out for you on my bed."

"Great," she walked into the bathroom and flipped on the shower, before peeling off the remainder of her clothes and hopping in. She looked down and spotted his shampoo, bringing it to her nose she inhaled the pine scent and hummed, before running it through her hair. She picked up his shower gel also and cleaned the tomato off her, now she smelt like him and she loved it.

Something hit her and she realised why she didn't want to have sex with him tonight, it was because she was scared that it wouldn't live up to her expectations, scared that it wouldn't feel as good as she thought it would; sure, she had told him now that she hadn't had sex for a while, but there was something else she hadn't told him and she didn't know how serious of a situation it would be for them. In her previous relationships, she had just faked it, she didn't want to have to do that with Robin, she wanted the actual thing. She was a thirty-six-year-old woman and she had never experienced it, should Tink know she would probably have a fit, but she needed to talk to someone about it.

Regina came out of the shower feeling completely refreshed and relaxed, even though Robin had told her that his slacks had an adjustable waistline, they had been too big and looked stupid so she had thrown his hoodie over her head. This was the thing she had fantasised about, walking around wearing nothing but his hoodie, granted they hadn't had the mind-blowing sex, but wearing his hoodie was good enough on its own.

Robin's room was modern, he had delicate illustrated tree wallpaper on one of the walls, matched with light grey on the rest; she liked it, but the wallpaper kind of reminded her of her office, not that it was a bad thing, it wasn't. Grinning she walked out of his room into the sitting room where he was sat on the couch in his own slacks, swigging a beer. "Hey," she smiled, coming in and flopping down beside him.

"You look hot in that," he grinned, placing his bottle on the coffee table, "I'll just go grab dinner and I'll be back in a sec, wanna pick a film?"

"Hmm," she nodded, picking up his TV remote and looking on his Netflix before picking a sappy romantic comedy which she was in the mood for tonight.

"Really?" He asked, coming in and placing the pizza down, handing her a glass of red.

"What? It's cute," she smiled, taking a sip of her drink, "come on, you know you like these films."

"You caught me," he laughed, "press play then."

"I will," she nodded, playing the film as she picked up her plate and ate some of her pizza, "wow," she hummed, "this is great."

"Good?"

"Amazing."


Halfway through the second film, Robin looked down at Regina; she was asleep, her head resting in the crook of his neck as she laid against him. He grinned and ran his thumb over her leg. She was so beautiful when she slept, hell she was so beautiful all the time. He didn't want to wake her, not when she looked so peaceful; carefully he moved off the couch and lifted her up into his arms. She nuzzled against him and he placed a kiss against her temple, before carrying her to his room and laying her on his bed.

He then changed into his boxers and got ready for bed, before slipping in behind her and securing an arm around her, holding her close to him. She didn't smell like she usually did, she smelt like a mixture of herself and him, pine mingled with vanilla and apple, he buried his face in her hair as she shuffled back into him. He could get used to this quite easily, holding her whilst she slept, he just hoped this was the first of many times it would happen.


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