Hi guys! I'm sorry this has taken so long to update, but I hope it is worth it! I just want to thank you all for your lovely birthday messages on twitter, you all made my day, I love you all, so here is a present from me to you in the form of an extra long chapter!


Regina stretched out on her bed and watched Robin as he changed, she had begged him to stay in bed with her a little longer but he'd refused on the basis that they both had other things to do, which strictly speaking was the truth, but today she really couldn't be bothered with other things, all she wanted to do was lay in bed with him all day, to be honest she had probably been in bed long enough, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon and she knew deep down that she was wasting the day away lounging there.

She had her reasons to be tired, she was a woman who had been out of action and they had sex twice in the last twelve hours, so it had rather taken it out of her and made her need for sleep more prominent. She groaned and rolled so that she was laying on her front, with her feet on her pillow and her head at the bottom of the bed, "Robin," she moaned wrapping herself in a thin sheet and kicking her ass with her heels. "Robin."

"Regina," he chuckled, looking over at her, what was she doing? She was so beautiful, her hair was messy, her face free from makeup and he determined that she had never looked prettier. As for what she was doing, he didn't have a clue, she was just lolling on the bed and he was quite happy to just look at her.

Lenny padded into the room and jumped up on the bed with her, stretching out as he laid beside her, nuzzling against her, she smiled and stroked him as both her and the cat stared at Robin.

"Okay, so are you coming out with me or not?" Robin asked.

"Um, no," she shook her head, watching as he went to pull his shirt over his head, "oi, I'm not done looking yet," she smirked, rolling back onto her back and dipping her head off the edge of the bed to look at him upside down.

"Are you objectifying me Miss Mills?"

"No, why would you think that?" she scoffed, feeling her cat shuffle on top of her and lay down on her stomach, "now if you can just remove the pants again, that would be great."

"You missis just want to look at my body."

"You have a good body," she shrugged, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she teased, pushing the edge of her sheet down slightly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Regina stop it," he warned, raising his eyebrows at her, he knew she was trying to get him back into bed with her damn seductiveness and it was half working, he was so tempted to just rip off his jeans and dive back under the duvet with her.

"You are no fun," she pouted, lifting her cat off her belly and rolling again so that she was back on her front, pressing her breasts together; so she might be needy, but who could blame her, she had been celibate for the past two years. Lenny brushed against her and began purring, she smiled and nuzzled him, closing her eyes, before moving onto her back again, it was only at that moment she realised she had become majorly tangled up in the sheet that she was wrapped in. "Robin, you're going to have to get me out of here."

"Why?" he chuckled, "I thought that was the in look this season."

Then s thought occurred to her and she let out a little laugh, "you read my magazine."

"What?" he furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, "I don't know how you deducted that, but however you did, you are very wrong."

"Nope, I'm right, the pineapple reference you used last night gave it away, I knew I'd heard it somewhere, I read it in my magazine, it said if you eat pineapple that your… you know what, will taste sweeter."

"I just knew that," he shrugged, a grin playing on his features, truthfully, he had read it in her magazine just as she was accusing him of doing. Moving towards the bed, he leaned over her looking into her eyes before dipping his head down and pressing his lips to hers, earning a giggle from her. He pulled back and ran his fingers over her cheeks, "now are you really going to stay in bed all day, or, are you going to come with me?"

"Hmm, I think I might… come with you," she nodded, "but you are definitely going to have to get me out of this," she tugged at the sheet and shook her head, "Robin, help me," she struggled with it, wrestling the sheet from her body.

He watched her in amusement, before grabbing the end of the sheet and pulling, unrolling her until she was laid naked on her belly as she looked up at him, "there you go."

"Do we really have to go?" she moaned, sitting up and crossing her legs as she pulled the sheet up to cover herself and Lenny came to curl up in her lap, "I don't want to leave this bed."

"Regina, as much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, we need to go back to the venue and pick up all the flowers and the other stuff."

"I can get Tink to do all that," she waved, knowing that she could probably offer Tink a pretty healthy sum to clear up the ballroom.

"Tink couldn't even walk in a straight line last night, never mind clear away a ballroom full of decorations," Robin chuckled, finding his shirt again and actually putting it on this time.

"I suppose you're right, I should have probably been watching her more closely to make sure that she didn't get so drunk." Regina admitted, feeling slightly guilty for allowing her friend to get in such a state, not that she could have stopped Tink, once she got going she didn't stop, she liked to have a good time and Regina knew that Tink's good time included drinking so much alcohol that she could barely even stand.

"She isn't your responsibility."

"I feel that she is, we've been best friends all our lives, so I have some sort of responsibility over her," after tucking the sheet up around her, she stood from the bed and moved over to her wardrobe to pick something out for her to wear. Robin came up behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, before resting his chin on her shoulder, simply watching her flick through countless outfits.

"What are you even looking for?" he asked, pressing a kiss to her neck as he played with the fabric of the sheet.

"Something to wear," she shrugged leaning back into him as she continued to look at them, not that she was concentrating in the slightest on the clothes in front of her, she was rather distracted by the man behind her and how he was affecting her in all ways possible. "What do you think?" she asked, tilting her head so that she could look at him as he kissed across her shoulder, causing her to let out a moan of pleasure, "I though you said we had to go," she breathed, closing her eyes as her hands came to rest on top of his and he tightened his hold on her.

"We do, but you are such a temptress," he groaned, his hands working to untuck the sheet, all it had taken was holding her in his arms and he needed her, it was this crazy need, one which he thought he had under control, but clearly, he was wrong, he couldn't resist her, he was her willing servant, completely addicted to this woman.

She tutted at him and shook her head, before grabbing a shirt and a pair of jeans and turning around, "you mister need to cool down," she laughed, moving from the circle of his arms and across the room to the draws where she found her underwear.

"Says the woman who was begging for it earlier," he joked, sitting on the edge of the bed as she turned her back to him and dropped the sheet, she quickly pulled her black panties on, followed by her matching lacy bra. Then she swivelled back around to look at him. He was staring at her, as she had expected him to be and it was turning her on, but he had refused her and there was no way she was just going to give him what he wanted, she was too stubborn to do that, she wanted to see how he liked rejection. "Come here," he muttered.

"Nope," she shook her head, grabbing her jeans and wriggling into them.

He looked at her and knew that she was giving him a taste of his own medicine, it would tech him to taunt her, he sighed and leaned back, she picked up a white shirt and pulled it over her head, but just as she did, he couldn't resist reaching out and pulling her against him.

"Hey!" she squealed, not even having the shirt fully on yet meaning that it was covering her face, "Robin!" she giggled as he began tickling and kissing up her stomach, she thrashed around, trying to get away from him, or at least bring the shirt down to cover her bare skin, "stop!" she screeched, letting out an unladylike snort of laughter as she escaped his grasp and pulled her shirt down, "naughty boy." She cast him a glare which was totally playfully, he knew that, but anyone else wouldn't have.

"Is milady playing hard to get now?" he chuckled, moving closer to her and wrapping his arms around her waist, as hers came up behind his neck and she played with his hair, the scowl being quickly replaced by a smile as she shook her head, she leant in and pressed a kiss to his lips, humming in approval.

Regina broke away from him and rubbed her nose against his, "does that answer your question?" she asked, smirking at him, before moving her hand to touch his cheek gently.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?"

"Not this morning no," she shook her head, staring into his eyes and sighing contentedly.

"Well that is a crime," his hand came to play with the messy ringlets that framed her face, he loved her natural hair, it was unruly and wild, but it was stunning, he didn't know why she disliked it, "because you are; I love your hair like this," he whispered, pulling one of the curls and letting it bounce back up again.

"Nooo," she moaned, shaking her head, "don't like it."

"I know you don't, but I think it's adorable."

"Definitely don't like it, in fact, pass me the straighteners," she pointed to her dressing table which was behind him, there was a specific reason why she hated her hair, she hadn't always, just a couple of nasty comments was all it had taken to make her completely dislike her curls.

"Regina, don't straighten them out," he stated, twirling one around his finger, "please," he cuddled her against him, still playing with her hair at the back, "just for one day."

She let out a little growl and rolled her eyes, "fine, but only because…"

"I love you," he kissed her, running his tongue across her bottom lip begging for entrance, which she gladly offered, kissing him deeply, their tongues tangling together as she moaned and cupped his cheek.

"Because I love you," she confirmed, if Robin liked her hair that way, then why should she care, he was the only one who mattered, the only one she wanted to impress, today was about them as a couple and she wasn't going to do anything with her hair and she was also going to wear her casual clothes, it was a Sunday, so they could do whatever they wanted right?

"Thank you," he grinned, turning to look at the clock on her bedside table, "I think we best be going, we've got to get to the venue and clear up before getting ready for dinner with the parents."

"Oh, I keep forgetting," she groaned, moving out of the circle of his arms and slipping her phone in the back pocket of her jeans, before grabbing a jacket and her purse, "shall we go?"

"Let's," he nodded.


When they arrived at the venue everything was packed up into boxes and all they had to do was take them away, Regina had decided that it would be pointless just throwing out expensive flowers, she was going to put a few in her house and the rest she would spot around the office, leaving them on people's desks, hopefully give them a reason to smile. They were carrying the last boxes out to the car when she turned her head to talk to Robin and bumped slap bang into someone, the man let out a grunt and she released a startled yelp as she immediately stopped and Robin walked into the back of her.

She looked up and the box fell from her hands, petals flying down the street as the roses all spilt out; her eyes went wide and her blood ran cold as she simply stared at him in shock. She couldn't move, she was literally frozen to the spot as she felt her heart literally stop beating for a few seconds, he was staring at her too and she really wanted to do something, but she couldn't, she physically couldn't.

Robin watched in confusion as his eyebrows knitted together, something was going on, even though she had walked into the man, she'd had hold of the box afterwards, was gripping it tightly, why had she now just dropped it? He looked up at the guy, he had a mop of brown hair slightly darker than his own, and sported quite a bit of stubble across his jaw and upper lip. He was staring at Regina, as his lips turned into a smirk she moved back from him somewhat and lifted her chin.

"Well, if it isn't Nina Gina."

"Don't," she spat, making sure that he felt all her hate for him and that stupid nickname he made up for her. She gritted her teeth and glared at him as hard as she could.

"What happened to the hair? I told you it looked like you'd been electrocuted," he laughed, shaking his head as he reached out to touch one of the curls, only for Robin to literally smack his hand away.

"Don't touch her," he snapped, putting the box of flowers down next to the one she had dropped. Apparently, they didn't like this man, Regina clearly didn't and if she didn't, neither did he, he was just intrigued to find out who the hell this asshole was.

"You got a new boyfriend?" he asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked Robin up and down, almost as though he was sizing him up, "or is he the help?"

Robin glanced at Regina, she didn't look happy, not in the slightest, in fact she looked like she might be about to tear this guy's hair out of his head with her bare hands. "You don't even get to talk to me," she hissed, "not after what you did."

"What did I do?" he scoffed.

"Do you really need to me to tell you what you did Graham, do you really need me to spell it out for you?"

"Would you mind?"

She felt as though she were on fire, she was burning and no one could put it out, she was angry, this had been the first time she had seen him since he had just walked out of her life for good, the first time she had seen him since she caught him balls deep inside her friend. She could rip his head off for what he did to her, for how he betrayed her, "you screwed one of my best friends! In my bed! That's what you did you bastard! I had to see you fuck her, I had to walk into my bedroom and catch you!"

Robin gasped as he looked at Regina, she seemed to be physically shaking with tension, he realised who the jerk was, he was Graham her ex and he cheated on her? Why would anyone want to cheat on her? He already knew that this Graham fellow was a twat before he had even found out about the whole cheating thing, that just lowered him even further in Robin's estimations, how dare he treat Regina like that.

"Oh, that, yeah, well sorry about that."

She shook her head, "do you know what, I think you did me a favour anyway, I hope Emma is happy with your skills in the bedroom because you certainly weren't doing anything for me." She was furious and knew that she should just walk away, but she couldn't resist taunting him a little first, she cast him a smug smile and rose her eyebrows.

"Bullshit, I made you come dozens of times."

"Oh god, Emma must be faking it too, unless you just can't tell the difference, maybe I just got too good at faking it from having to every time you stuck your tiny little dick inside me."

"Okay then Regina," Robin grabbed her arm, "I think that's enough," he didn't want her to embarrass herself and to be honest, he wasn't really all that comfortable about listening to her talk about her sex life with another man, as much as he wanted to punch the guy for treating her that way, he knew there was no point.

"You're right," she nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Graham, you are a complete arsehole who is shit in the sack," she spat before bending down to pick up her box of flowers, just as she did Graham kicked the box and it smacked her straight in the face, knocking her clean off her feet so that she fell on the hard concrete sidewalk, flat on her ass, she used her hands to brace herself, but they scraped across the floor. She let out a hiss of pain and brought her hands up to look at them, they were grazed and bleeding.

That was it, something inside Robin snapped and he grabbed the man by the collar before slamming him hard against his car, "what the hell are you doing?!" Graham yelled, trying to wriggle free, but Robin's grip on him was too strong.

"Listen to me right now, if you ever try to hurt her, touch her or even try to see her again, I won't be held accountable for what happens to you. Do you understand me? Stay away from the woman I love," he pushed him away and shook his head as he watched him go he called after him, "Regina is beautiful inside and out and I hope that you have more respect for the woman in your life than you have just shown her, also bear this in mind, we have everything we need to charge you with assault, so I hope you have a good day, or not, whatever."

Robin turned his back on Graham, before dropping to the ground next to Regina and examining her as quickly as he could, checking for wounds, any places she had been hurt, "Regina," he looked up at her face and his eyes went wide as he saw blood all over her face, it seemed to be gushing down from her top lip and somewhere else higher up, "oh my god, Regina."

"I know," she whimpered, getting the coppery taste of blood in her mouth, something which caused her to wince, "ouch."

"It's bleeding a lot," Robin shook his head, grabbing a packet of tissue from his pocket and pulling one out before placing it against the wound on her top lip, "that fucking bastard."

"Robin," she sighed, her hand coming to rest on top of his.

"He hurt you, this cut is deep."

"I think it was the edge of the box that caught my lip," she stated, moving to pick up some of the flowers that had fallen out, meaning that Robin's hand and the tissue left her mouth, this caused the blood to begin pouring again, dripping down her face and landing on her white shirt and the sidewalk.

"Regina, stop moving," he reached out and pulled her to him, re-establishing the pressure on her lip, "I think we need to go to the hospital."

"I think that might be a little dramatic," she rolled her eyes and shook her head, "I'm fine Robin."

"Regina, the bleeding isn't stopping," he panicked, feeling slightly worried all of a sudden that she was really hurt and it hadn't quite dawned on her yet.

"I don't think we need to go to the hospital," she sighed, going to cup his cheek in reassurance that she was okay, but his stubble rubbed against the cuts on her hand and she winced, screwing her eyes shut. She was actually in pain now, to be honest the shock was beginning to wear off, had Graham actually just kicked a fucking box in her face? What the hell was he playing at, how old was he that he couldn't handle a little bit of criticism without having a temper tantrum and kicking something like an immature child?

"Come on," he picked her up off the ground, holding her arm to make sure she was stable, "you okay?"

"Hmm, how do I look? Am I ugly?"

"Seriously? Never," he shook his head, kissing her cheek before helping her into the passenger seat and doing the buckle, mainly because her hands were pretty torn up. "You always look beautiful," he grinned caressing her cheek gently. He couldn't believe what had just happened to her, they were having a great morning and now she was a mess, still a beautiful mess, but her face had taken the full blow of the box when Graham kicked it at her.

She watched as Robin walked around to the driver's side and dropped her head back on the headrest, had Graham meant to hurt her? Had he done it on purpose? Although she knew he had no morals, she never saw him as the type to physically harm a person, she reached up to the mirror and was about to pull it down when Robin grabbed her hand, "Robin."

"Let's get you cleaned up first okay."

"Am I that bad?" she asked, raising her eyebrows, to be honest her face was feeling pretty numb and the amount of blood flowing from it was making her feel slightly nauseous, she ran the back of her hand across her face and felt a zipping pain coming from just underneath her eye, "Robin."

"Hmm?"

"I think we should maybe go to the hospital," she whispered.

"Why?" he turned to look at her, feeling extremely alarmed that she was saying that, she was totally reluctant to go earlier, why the sudden change? He was taking her anyway, whether she wanted to or not, but now he was concerned, "Regina?"

"They'll know how to stop the bleeding won't they," she muttered, grabbing some more tissues from the glove box and pressing them to her face, "I'm going to bleed all over your car."

"Do you really think I care about that?" he scoffed, "the hospitals only a ten-minute drive from here, don't worry," he squeezed her arm, before putting the car into drive and heading in the direction of the ER. His grip on the wheel was tight as his fists clenched in anger, he wanted to go to opposite way and make that man pay for what he had done to Regina.

"Oh I'm not worrying, you on the other hand," she sniggered reaching out and turning up the radio, doing a little jiggle to the music that was playing.

Robin chuckled and shook his head, she seemed to be okay.

"The clock strikes upon the hour and the sun begins to fade, still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away," she sang, wiggling in her seat, she could see that Robin was tense, but hopefully she could do something about that, maybe a little karaoke session in the car would do the trick, she couldn't exactly sing very well, but who cared. Hopefully Whitney Houston might loosen him up a little, "Oh, I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody; with somebody who loves me."

"Regina, stop," he laughed, "you're probably making it worse by moving your mouth."

"True," she nodded, "sing it for me then."

"What?"

"Go on, please," she rose her eyebrows in challenge, "humour me."

"No," he refused, Whitney still blaring over the radio, Regina really knew how to take his mind off a serious matter, but he really wasn't going to be singing along to this song, even though she was casting him that adorable pouty look that he could never refuse.

"Somebody to hold me in his arms, oh I need a man who'll take a chance, on a love that burns hot enough to last. So, when the night falls, my lonely heart calls," she nudged him playfully, trying to get him sing with her, this was just as much a distraction for her as it was for him, she was trying to take her mind off the urge to pull the little mirror down and look at her face, but he had told her not to, stopped her from doing it, so he must have had some sort of reason for that.

"Oh, I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody; with somebody who loves me," Robin joined in, not singing as loud as her, "that's all you're getting," he chuckled, focusing back on the road as the song ended and faded into something quieter. "How are you feeling?"

"Disgusting," she groaned, "why did I let you talk me into the natural hair look?"

"Because it's beautiful and you shouldn't listen to a word that tosspot says," he sniped.

She laughed and shook her head, "tosspot?"

"British word," he smirked, "it literally means…"

"I think I can guess what it means," she giggled, shaking her head as she reached for another tissue, "where can I put these?" she asked, holding up the ones she had been holding to her face previously.

He looked over at her and furrowed his eyebrows, before remembering something, "there's a bag in the glove box I think."

"Okay good," she found it and put her tissues inside.

Robin took a right turn and pulled into the car park, before helping her out, wrapping his arm around her, placing a hand on her lower back, "come on missis, let's get you sorted out."


An hour or so later, they walked out of the hospital and Regina was not a happy bunny, as it turned out, she'd also had a cut just below her eye as well as the one that had sliced into the skin above her upper lip, all in all she'd had to have five stiches, two in the cut under her eye and three in the cut above the lip. She'd also had all the gravel cleaned out of her hands before they got bandaged up; she fiddled with the car's door handle, trying to open it.

Robin sighed and went to open it for her, it was safe to say that her mood had servery decreased since their little sing along, especially when she had accidentally seen her face in the mirror and completely freaked out.

Regina glared at him and let out a loud scoff, "I can manage you know," she tutted, still trying to force the door open, she was determined to open it herself, even though she could barely even get her hand in the gap, she groaned and slammed her arm against the car.

"Whoa, Regina, come on, let me."

"Fine," she rolled her eyes as he opened it for her and she shuffled in, closing her eyes as she leant back against the chair, in the time they had been inside the hospital, she had developed a black eye and it really was just finishing off the look.

"Do you want to drop these off at the office?" Robin asked, getting into the car and gesturing to all the flowers that flooded the back seat and the boot of his Jaguar.

"Seriously? You think I want to go into the office looking like this? I don't think so, I'll just take them in tomorrow. Can we go home please?" She asked, all she wanted to do was cuddle up with Robin on the couch and forget about this terrible day.

"Yeah, I think we'll have to call the parents and cancel," he stated, taking the turn off for the suburbs, she needed to rest up and the last thing either of them were wanting was dinner at a posh restaurant, there was no way she'd be able to cover those cuts and the press would have a field day with that one and he already knew how much she hated the press, even though technically in some ways she was the press.

"The parents! Oh, god the parents," she groaned, "my mother isn't going to accept any excuses, then she's going to demand that she comes over to see me and then she is going to freak out when she sees my Frankenstein monster face!" she went to bury her head in her hands when Robin stopped her.

"No! Not a good idea, unless you want me to turn around because you tore your stitches. We will deal with this together okay," he tucked her hair behind her ear, before returning his hands to the wheel of the car, because he was wrong about the last thing they needed, the real last thing they needed was to end up in a car crash because she had been distracting him.

"Fine, but your explaining to my mother why I look like the bride of Chucky."

"Have you ever seen that film?"

"What does it matter?" she scoffed, no she hadn't, but she assumed they probably looked horrendous no matter what.

"Okay then."

"But seriously, I my face is literally like…"

"Are you going to compare yourself to another creepy film character?"

"No, I'm not," she snapped, narrowing her eyes at him, she was going to, but she isn't anymore, "anyway, Frankenstein is actually a book character," she stuck her tongue out at him and cast him a smug smirk.

"I knew that."

"Sure, you did."

"I did," he protested, "I read it in high school actually." He grinned looking over at her and raising his eyebrows.

"Okay smart arse," she chuckled bringing her legs to tuck up on the seat, but making sure that her seat belt was still around her, her mouth was swollen and it was effecting her speech, "do you know who I sound like?"

"Who?"

"Daffy duck," she sniggered, she actually had a lisp. She pulled down the mirror and looked in it, poking her lip and turning her nose up at it.

"I really think you need to work out which character you are and stick to one, this swapping and changing is making me dizzy."

"Fine."

"Who are you being?"

"I don't know," Regina rolled her eyes, "I think I'll just stick to being me."

"Good choice," he nodded.


When they got back to Regina's house, she changed out of her bloody clothes and into a pair of slacks and one of Robin's t-shirts, her hair was fastened in a messy bun on the top of her head and she was laid on the sofa, leaning on Robin as he wrapped his arms around her and they watched the TV. There wasn't really anything on, but that didn't matter, it was the moment that did and Regina loved moments like these when they could just loll around with each other doing nothing whatsoever.

Robin took his phone from his pocket and dialled his mom's number, he was going to tell her that he had to cancel dinner, they weren't going because Regina obviously wasn't up to it and he definitely wasn't going to be dragging her out when she should be staying at home and resting her face, or whatever, he didn't know if it was even possible for someone to rest their face, but surely it was, right?

"What are you doing?" Regina whispered, moving her eyes from the screen and onto him, "Robin?"

"I'm just letting my mother know that I can't go tonight."

"Why? You should go Robin," she argued, why should Robin miss out on seeing his mom because of her injury, that was hardly fair and the woman had travelled all the way from England to see him.

"Regina I'm not going to… hi mum."

"Robin go meet her," Regina nudged him.

"No," he whispered, "no, sorry mum I wasn't talking to you." He looked down at Regina and nudged her back playfully.

"I met the girls at Eleven Madison Park for Lunch earlier and it was super, the food there is just sublime, have you been Robin?"

"No I haven't," he shook his head as he watched Regina stand up from the seat beside him and slip off upstairs, she gestured to the phone on the way, so he guessed she was going to ring her own parents, not that she would have much luck talking to them with her mouth as it was.

"I had a lovely eggs benedict."

"That sounds nice."

"It was. I can't wait to see you and your lovely girlfriend again, I can imagine she looks different out of her regal ballgown."

He sighed, trust his mother to make him feel guilty before he had even told her that he couldn't go, he hated to let her down or disappoint her, "Regina and I were really looking forward to dinner tonight but we're going to have to cancel I'm afraid… she had a little accident."

"An accident! What kind of accident? Is she alright?"

"Yeah, she'll be fine, but it landed us in the ER and the bruising is pretty bad so…"

"Well then if you can't come to me, I'll have to come to the two of you."

"Mum…"

"Robin, I was a nurse for twenty-five years and your young lady is going to need someone to come and take care of her properly."

"I can take care of her thank you."

"Robin…"

"I need to talk to her first okay."

"Yes, so tell me everything..."


Regina snuck away upstairs, she needed to talk to her friend because she hadn't heard from her since the night before and she really needed to check in with her, she locked herself in the bedroom and dialled Tink's number, hoping that she would answer. She sat down on the lid of the toilet and tapped her feet as she waited for her friend to pick up.

"Regina?"

"You're alive I see," she answered, even that was a surprise at this stage, she had half expected to have been bombarded by calls from her bestie to try and find out…

"What happened last night?" Tink's tired voice asked, god she sounded so hungover, Regina had been attacked by a cardboard box and still sounded better than that.

"You don't remember?"

"No, oh god, did I do something bad?" She could hear her friend wince on the other end of the phone.

"Define bad."

"Regina, give it to me straight, what happened last night?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" she taunted, could her friend really not remember what happened? She could really exploit that.

"Pretty sure."

Regina hesitated for a minute before speaking up again, "well, you got absolutely wrecked and tried to jump me on the sidewalk."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes, and you literally told the whole of New York City that I hadn't ever had an orgasm," Regina snapped, that whole embarrassing situation outside the venue coming back to her.

"I didn't!" That seemed to wake her up a little and Regina had to resist the urge to laugh, because she was supposed to be pretending to be the pissed friend whose bestie just did something terrible. "Oh god, Regina I am so, so sorry."

"You should be," she scoffed before adding fuel to the fire, she might as well tell her everything she did in her intoxicated state, she deserved to know what a complete and utter fool she made out of herself, "you were yelling that I was going to get laid and reach my, as you put it, first proper climax."

"No! God that's so embarrassing," Tink whined on the other end of the phone and Regina really wished she was baring witness to this moment and could actually see her friend's reaction to what she was finding out about herself.

"Definitely embarrassing, but for me not you," Regina rolled her eyes, she was the one who had been embarrassed not Tink, "you even described what it would be like, in detail." She heard what seemed like a gagging noise from the other end of the phone and furrowed her eyebrows, "Tink?"

"One second," her friend stated, before she heard what sounded like the phone dropping onto something and muffled retching, her best guess was that her friend most certainly hadn't recovered from the previous night. Then she was back, her voice somewhat quieter than before, "I'm back."

"What happened?" Regina asked, laying on the whole judging you right now voice, because she knew all too well what Tink's hangovers were like, geez she'd cleaned up after her so many times she'd lost count, but that was what best friends did for each other, they held their hair back when they threw up and other stuff like that.

"Seriously, you don't want to know."

"Oh, I think I got it from the noises."

"Eww you were listening to me throw up? That's really gross Regina."

"Tink, you kept me on the line, what was I supposed to do?" she chuckled, "plus at least I wasn't the one throwing up," she added, her voice lisping a little from her swollen lip, she'd been trying to control it for the duration of the call, but to be honest Tink was probably too hungover to have noticed anyway.

"Okay, I'll let you off," Tink laughed before letting out a loud laugh, "so did you get laid?" she asked bluntly, "did you get your big O?"

"Stop," Regina whispered, looking at the door consciously as if Robin could hear her convocation, which of course he couldn't, because she was pretty sure that his hearing wasn't that good.

"Did you? Did he eat you out?"

"Oh my god! Tink!" Regina gasped in shock at the blunt way her friend had just asked that question, "you don't ask people that and I am certainly not telling you the answer." She wrinkled her nose, but part of her was thinking back to that moment and how amazing Robin made her feel.

"He did! I'm coming over right now for details!"

"No."

"Yes!"

"No you can't, Robin is here," that and she definitely wasn't explaining what happened to her face to Tink, she'd probably go over to Graham's and throw up all over his doorstep, before making him bleed, she had nearly done that when he cheated, just thinking how she would react to this was something that worried Regina, if it was possible, Tink was more protective than Robin and he was as protective as they came.

"Ooh, okay then, but later you are giving me details."

"Bye Tink, glad you're alive."

"Details Regina and not ones that are rubbish, like full descriptions of everything."

"Let me think about that for a second… Okay I thought about it and the answer is still no," to be honest she knew that she would probably end up telling Tink, not in major detail, that was something she refused to do, but she would definitely be talking to her about it

"Aww you're no fun."

"Go sober up Tink, I don't want some drunk assistant who can't even stand up, showing her face in the office on Monday."

"Okay, as long as you show up with a shimmering afterglow."

Not likely, "I'll see you later."

"Bye, oh and Regina."

"Yeah?"

"I'm really happy for you."

"Thank you," Regina smiled, thinking about Robin and just how lucky she was to have him.

"You're okay, right?"

"Hmm," she nodded, feeling a little tear roll down her cheek as she swiped it away, knocking the cut below her eye as she did, resulting in her loud intake of breath as she winced.

"Regina, what's going on?"

"Nothing, Tink I'm fine, in fact I'm brilliant, really brilliant."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm just in love that's all," she laughed quietly, the reason she was crying had been a mixture of things, it was because she was in love, but it was also Graham, the harsh reminder of where she could have been if she didn't have her Robin, it just made her so grateful to have her man in her life, because he was so great, the perfect guy and she was blessed to be with him, to have him love her just as much as she loved him.

"Okay then, as long as you're alright, that's all that matters."

"I am Tink," she nodded, standing up and looking in the mirror at her mess of a face. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," Tink replied before speaking again, "Gina you know I love you right."

"Yes," Regina smiled and shook her head, "I love you too," she chuckled, "now I need to go, I'm glad you're not dead."

"Me too," Tink laughed, "see you tomorrow boss."

"Really?"

"What? You are my boss."

"Not at weekends I'm not, or to be honest most of the time."

"Good point, I don't think that normal bosses pee in front of their employees."

"I didn't pee in front of you," Regina laughed, technically she did, but she'd been desperate and didn't have time to shut the door. At that moment, there was a knock on the current bathroom door and Regina turned to look at it, "Tink I'm gonna go okay, speak later."

"Cool, later."

"Bye," she put the phone down and called out, "yep?"

"Gina you okay?" Robin asked, she'd been gone quite a while and he had been surprised not to find her in the bedroom as he thought that was where she had gone to call her mother.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she opened the door and smiled at him, "I was just checking up on Tink."

"Ah I see," he chuckled, "so she's alive then?"

"Yes, she is," Regina closed her eyes and released a deep breath.

"Okay you, do you want a hug?" He asked looking at her and still thinking that she was absolutely stunning, even with a bust lip and bruised eye, she seemed drained though and in need of some attention, which was exactly what he was going to give her.

"Yes," she pouted, reaching out for him and burying her head against his shoulder, nuzzling into his shirt and inhaling the scent of forest, she hummed feeling his arms tighten around her as he held her close. He ran his hands up and down her back, kissing her shoulder lightly as he gave her a little squeeze.

She loved just letting him hold her, she didn't ever submit as easily as she did when she was with him, with him it was easy, it was natural, she could just be herself and let her walls down, she knew she could trust him not to hurt her like Graham did, she felt safe and she had never really ever been able to say that before. The only people she had ever felt safe with were her parents and Tink, but not her boyfriends, that was actually sad to think about, the idea that she couldn't be herself when she was with them, that she was always pretending to be someone else, someone she wasn't, someone that she thought they would approve of, which to think about now, was absolutely crazy, Robin would never force her to be someone she wasn't and that was one of the many things she loved about him.

"Feeling better yet?" he asked, pressing his lips to the side of her head.

"Getting there," she chuckled, "but I think you need to hold me a little longer first."

"That can be arranged milady," his arms slipped a little lower and he picked her up under her ass, before walking into the bedroom and sitting down on the edge of the bed, pulling her between his legs as he continued to hug her, he carded his hands through her hair gently, playing with her beautiful ringlets. He just wanted to protect her, take care of her, make sure that she was safe, he moved his hands down again so he could hold her tighter, he stood up again, bringing her impossibly close to him so that every part of them touched, "I love you," he whispered, kissing the side of her head.

"I know," she hummed, "I love you too; Robin?"

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever been in love before? I know you told me that you hadn't, but was there ever anyone?"

"No," Robin shook his head, "there wasn't, I know it's probably hard for you to believe, but it's the truth," he cupped her cheek lovingly, "I guess I was waiting for the right person to come along and sweep me off my feet," he attempted a hair flick with his short hair, making her burst out into laughter.

"So, did that happen?" she asked, her eyes meeting his as she stroked the back of his neck.

"Well, it was more towards the way of knocked off my feet, twice…" she slapped him playfully, "it's the truth, you made me drop my croissant."

"I think I might have apologised for that already."

"Hmm, once or twice," he nodded, brushing his nose against hers, before carefully kissing the opposite side of her mouth to her stitches. "So, I rang my mom," he confessed, knowing that he was going to have to tell her that their nice relaxing night was going to be bombarded by his overbearing mother.

"Hmm? Was she okay with you not going to dinner?" Regina asked.

"Kinda, yeah, I suppose she was okay with it."

"Robin, what? What's that face?" she asked, pointing at him and bopping his nose with her finger.

"This would be my, 'my mother kind of invited herself over here and invaded our personal time', kinda face," he closed one eye and pulled a funny expression at her as she stared at him.

"Okay then," she nodded, "that shouldn't be a problem," she shrugged, she knew she was probably going to have to see his mother again before she left anyway, why delay the inevitable.

"She insisted that she come over and take care of you, it's the nurse in her."

"Your mothers a nurse?"

"Yes," Robin nodded.

"Okay then, it'll be nice," she smiled, playing with his ear gently, "I guess I'm going to have to ring my mother and cancel on her too."

"Hmm," He grinned at her kissing her nose, "shall I order some food?"

"I'd wait on it, my mother will probably insist on coming over as well."


At seven o'clock the doorbell rang, Regina and Robin had been cuddling on the sofa again, making the most of the alone time they did have with each other, as Regina had expected, her parents were also joining them for dinner at her house, she hadn't exactly told her mother why she couldn't come, they had just said that maybe it would be nice to get together in a more casual setting which was something her mother didn't seem too bothered about, now though she was regretting that decision, she was going to have to greet her unknowing mother, looking like Sally from the Nightmare before Christmas with her face all stitched up.

"Do you want me to get it?" Robin asked, dislodging his arm from around her, she had literally been laid on top of him for the past hour and a half and it was slightly numb, but he didn't care, because holding her was worth one hundred dead arms.

"Would you, I'm just going to hide behind this pillow and never come out, do you think they'd mind if we turned off all the lights and said we were going for the new in the dark dining experience?"

"Honey, that was a thing in 2013."

"Still."

"Regina, I think we need to keep the lights on," he chuckled standing up and cracking his back.

"Ooh, someone is showing their age," she giggled, cuddling to the cushion.

"Oi you," he laughed, shaking his head as he walked to the door, where the bell was ringing again, that was a sign that it was his over eager mother who had arrived first. He opened it to find all three of them stood on the door step, his mother was carrying a massive bag full of stuff, whilst Regina's was holding a couple of bottles of wine, her father had a box of food in his arms.

"Look who I ran into," Caroline gushed, looking at Cora with an excited expression on her face, "so, where's the patient?"

"Patient?" Cora questioned, her eyes widening slightly, "what does she mean? Robin?"

"Regina had a little accident."

"What?!" She pushed past them and rushed into the house, he looked at his mother and rose his eyebrows.

"Mum."

"I thought you told her," she shrugged, "sorry, now am I still invited or am I in the dog house?"

"There isn't on, come in," he chuckled, "Mr Mills, it is nice to see you again," Robin greeted, feeling the need to be formal with Regina's father, he hadn't really spoken to him all that much at the masquerade, but he knew that Regina loved him, that she loved both of her parents.

"Please, call me Henry," he smiled, but Robin could tell he was trying to see past him, probably wanting to know what was going on with his daughter.

"Henry," Robin nodded, "Regina is in the sitting room."

"Thank you," the older man walked past him and just then they heard a shriek.

"Oh my god! Regina!"

"Mom, calm down," Regina shook her head, and here was the reason she didn't want to see her parents for dinner, her mother looked like she was having a panic attack as she crashed down into the seat beside her and cupped her face gently in both her hands.

"What happened to your beautiful face?" she cried as Henry came to sit at the opposite side of her, both looking at her, anyone would think that she was twelve years old again and had just fallen off her scooter, something she had done quite often, being as clumsy as she was.

"Mom…"

"Regina…"

"A box hit me in the face that's all," she sighed, allowing her mother to examine her, she wouldn't relent until she determined for herself that she was okay, so it was best just to humour her and allow her to do what she felt was necessary.

"A box? How?" Cora narrowed her eyes at her daughter, "how did a box do that? It must have hit you with some force."

"It did," Robin huffed as he walked into the room, his mother following close behind him; he stopped behind the sofa and began to rub his girlfriend's shoulders gently, "someone kicked it at her."

Regina turned around and glared at him, but he just glared back, and she scoffed.

"Who? Why?" Henry questioned, looking at his not so little girl, "Regina?"

"God, I am a grown woman and I am fine okay," she breathed slumping back against the couch cushions.

"If you won't tell us, Robin who kicked the box at her?" Cora asked turning to Robin and all of a sudden he felt under a lot of pressure, was there a reason why Regina hadn't told her parents who had done it or was she just sick of talking about it? Either way he was conflicted over what to do, whether to tell them and risk annoying Regina, or not to tell them and risk annoyed her mother and get off to a bad start with her parents; he really didn't know and just stood there awkwardly.

Regina turned her head to look at him, she couldn't make him tell them, knew he probably wouldn't anyway, "it was Graham," she sighed, shaking her head, the sooner they got this conversation over and done with, the sooner they could move on and hopefully have a good night.

"Your ex?" Cora furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at her daughter.

Regina nodded reluctantly, "it's no big deal, can we just not talk about it please?" '

"Well where was Robin?"

"He was with me," Regina stated, taking Robin's hand that laid on her shoulder.

"Why didn't he stop him then?" Cora asked.

Robin suddenly felt his heart in his mouth, she was right, he should have protected Regina, he should have kept her safe, there was no way she should have been so hurt on his watch, that made him a shocking boyfriend, it was his fault. He should have told Graham to back off, should have been the one to make him move away from Regina, instead he left it too late and she got seriously injured. He'd failed her.

Regina turned to look at Robin and noticed that he had turned drip white; no, no she wasn't having that, she wasn't allowing him to blame himself for what happened, she knew he would be, knew that he would be beating himself up about it, but there was no way that it was his fault, none at all, she had been the one who had started the conflict, she was the one to blame for not dropping it sooner, "Mother, this isn't Robin's fault, nothing could have been done, I didn't know he was going to kick the box, I thought he was leaving, but when I went to pick up the flowers, he kicked the box and it hit me, I don't actually think he even mean to hurt me."

"Sweetheart, don't stick up for Graham, he was never any good for you, he was a shocking boyfriend and I didn't care for him one bit," Cora scoffed, stroking her daughter's cheek, "look what he's done to you now."

"Mom, I'm never going to see him again."

"No, you're not," Henry shook his head, "but I am definitely going to be sending him your medical bills."

"I agree," Robin nodded, "he should definitely pay for those, you have enough to have him charged for assault, the least he can do is pay for your stitches." Robin had been thinking about it and Graham couldn't get away with what he had done, he would need to do something to make up for it.

"I have insurance," she argued, she really didn't want to have to see Graham ever again and couldn't be bother having to get him to pay for her medical fees, she could manage, she didn't want anything from that man.

"Okay then, how about we have a little something to eat?" Caroline spoke up, breaking the tension that had settled over the room. They all stood up at once and made their way into the kitchen, but Robin's mother took Regina's hand and held her in front of her under the light, "let's have a little look at this shall we."

Regina grinned as Caroline held her hand gently, mindful of the bandages there, as she checked the stitches on her lip and in the gash below her eye, "so?"

"They look like tidy stitches," Caroline nodded casting her a friendly smile.

"You think they'll heal then?"

"They should," she chuckled, placing Regina's hair behind her ear lovingly.

"Should?"

"There may be some light scarring, but nothing major."

"Scarring? You mean he might have scarred my face?" she asked in shock and the other woman's face fell.

"Did the doctors not tell you."

"No," she whispered, all of a sudden feeling less hungry than she had been previously, that bastard had scarred her? Left a mark on her that she could never get rid of and it wasn't even in a discreet place, it was somewhere where anyone and everyone could see it.

"Oh dear," Caroline stroked her arm comfortingly, "I think it best we don't tell your mother about that."

"Me too," she laughed quietly as she followed Caroline into the kitchen, if she hadn't hated Graham before, she certainly did now.


They sat at the dining table, Regina was next to Robin and they were opposite her parents whilst Robin's mother was at the head of the table beside Robin, the conversation had been flowing, but now everyone was eating and there was a slight lull. Regina glanced up at Robin who was picking at the noodle dish in front of him. Her mother had said it was a special occasion, mainly because she and Regina's father had gotten back together, this apparently warranted one off Chinese take out. Something that Regina found rather hysterical since she and Robin literally had Chinese food every week.

She sighed and picked up a napkin from the table, pretending to wipe her mouth as she dropped it on the floor, "oops," she rose her eyebrows before bending down to pick it up, at the same time, rubbing her hand along his leg and when she sat up, she moved so that her hand was positioned on his upper thing and shuffled her chair closer to the table and to Robin.

He cleared his throat discreetly and looked at her, she simply smiled at him and turned back to her meal, was it really the second time in two days she'd had Chinese takeout? She was beginning to think that she had a slight problem, that she was addicted to it; had her parents not come over, she would have still been having the same as she would have heated up the leftovers that filled the fridge from the previous day, in fact she needed to make sure that her mother didn't go in that fridge and find out about everything unhealthy that was in there.

Regina ran her hand up and down Robin's thigh, edging closer to the place between his legs as she looked over to her mother, "so, the two of you are back together then?" She asked, looking from her mother to her father.

"Your father and I had a long discussion last night and this morning and we have decided to try again," she smiled, looking to Henry, taking his hand on top of the table.

Regina grinned before letting out a quirky little laugh, "good," she tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked around her table, she had never imagined having both her mother and father sat at the same dinner table again, never mind be holding hands and being back together, "I am so happy for you."

"We're happy for you," Henry commented, gesturing to Robin, "you've clearly found something special."

"We have," she chuckled looking at Robin as she squeezed his leg, she was purposely trying to drive him crazy and had ever intention to let him ravish her as soon as their parents left.

"Our children make a beautiful couple don't they," Caroline gushed, meeting Cora's eyes as they looked over at Robin and Regina.

"They do," she agreed.

Robin leaned closer to Regina, placing his arm the back of her chair and giving her a little squeeze, "I love her," he grinned.

"They'll have gorgeous babies," Caroline beamed.

"Mum," Robin stared at her wide eyed, they hadn't even discussed that, had been nowhere near to talking about the idea of having babies, he wanted them, but hadn't talked to Regina about it, didn't even know if she had thought about it.

"You will Robin, what with Regina's bone structure and your dimples, your children are bound to be beautiful little cherubs."

Regina let out a laugh as she shook her head, "I think they'll be perfect," she agreed, chancing a look at Robin and hoping that he didn't look freaked out that she had said that.

"So, do I," he grinned, so she was on the same page as him, she wanted to have his babies! That was something that he couldn't stop smiling at, he knew that their relationship was somewhat new, but he also knew that he wouldn't want anyone else as the mother of his children. Only her.


After a couple of hours, they said goodbye to their parents and shut the door behind them, Regina sighed deeply and turned to smile at Robin, "well, that went better than expected."

"Yeah," he nodded, locking the door and turning off the lights downstairs, before they both began the ascent upstairs towards the bedroom, "are you tired?" he asked, he knew she'd had a long day and she hadn't wanted to get out of bed that morning, now he kind of wished that he had let her stay in bed, however he was a firm believer that everything happened for a reason, the reason for Regina's face wasn't something he had worked out yet, but there had to be something.

"No," she shook her head, "I just feel like I could do with a wash, but I'm not allowed to get the stitches wet."

"How about I draw you a nice hot bath?" he asked, his hands resting on her hips as they reached the top step.

She grinned, "that sounds nice," she looked at him, he was smirking at her and she figured they were on the same wave length, it wasn't just bath time for her, but it was for him also, she had always thought it would be so sexy to share a bath with someone, she'd watched Pretty Woman and it looked like something that was nice for a couple to do, not that she ever had, but she had a feeling that tonight she was going to find out, she was just glad she had a large bathtub.

Once they were inside the bathroom, Robin plugged up the bath and started to run the water, whilst Regina spotted a few candles around and lit them so that they illuminated the whole bathroom enough for her to turn off the main lights. Robin added some bubble bath, before turning to look at her, even though she knew they were alone in the house she locked the bathroom door, because the last thing they wanted was her mother or his coming in and saying that they had forgotten something, only to play witness to their actions.

Robin walked over to her, his bottom lip between his teeth as he stroked his hands up and down her arms, "how are you feeling?" he whispered, his hands costing over every inch of her bare skin, before creeping around and taking out the clip that was holding all her hair in place. She swished it and looked at him, her eyes sparkling in a way that stole his breath from his body, this woman really was going to be the death of him, she was stunning and one of a kind.

"I'm feeling fine," she breathed, playing with the hem of his shit, "can I take this off?" she questioned, her fingers running along the bottom of his stomach underneath the fabric.

"You don't have to ask," he smirked, stroking her cheek, his hands not moving to her top just yet, he wanted to let her lead again, wanted for her to be completely comfortable with their contact.

She chuckled and pulled it up over his head, revealing his chest to her, her hands immediately went to explore the newly exposed skin, but she remembered that they were in bandages, so made sure to use her fingertips instead, sliding them over each and every muscle, working her way up and then back down again until she reached his belt and slowly began to undo it. Once it was undone, she pulled it out of the loops and dropped it to the floor beside his shirt, "Robin, you can undress me you know, you don't have to ask," she giggled, she could tell he was taking her into consideration, what she might want and it was cute, but it wasn't what she wanted in that moment.

"I just want to make sure that you're okay with it that's all."

"We're going in the bath, did you expect me to get in fully clothed," she asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

"No," he rolled his eyes, finding the bottom of the shirt she was wearing and carefully pulling it up, making sure not to knock her face. Once it was off her and he was certain he hadn't caught her injuries, he moved his eyes from hers and looked at her body. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, touching her gently. Running his fingers down from her shoulders to cup her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, earning a shuddery breath from her as she threaded her fingers in his hair.

"So, are we getting in the bath or not?" she whispered, brushing down to his pants and undoing the buttons before pushing them to the ground along with his boxers, her hand surrounded his member and she went to bite her bottom lip, but caught the stitches on her top one and winced slightly.

"Okay?"

"Hmm," she nodded, letting go of his cock and pushing her own bottoms off.

"Let's get in then," he smiled, pressing his lips to her cheek as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"That tickles," she laughed, nuzzling against him.

"Do you like my stubble?" he questioned, carefully kissing the area of skin surrounding the cut below her eye, before moving to the corner of her lips, making sure that he didn't catch her injuries.

"I love your stubble," she nodded, as he kissed her cheek once more and moved away from her to check the temperature of the bathwater, bending over in front of her, giving her the perfect view of his arse. She smiled to herself and watched as he got into the bath and sat down.

"Come on missis," he reached a hand out to her and helped her in, settling her in between his legs as he led her to lean back against his chest.

She released a contented sigh as she felt his arms wrap around her and she snuggled into his embrace, closing her eyes as she unwound her bandages carefully and placed her hands in the water, flinching as she did, but the pain she felt soon disappeared and she held onto Robin. He was tracing little patterns on her stomach, tickling her somewhat, she chuckled and shook her head, "have you ever had a bath with anyone before?" she asked, turning her head a little so she could meet his eyes.

"Again, something that I haven't done."

"Why not?"

"I guess I felt uncomfortable with it, I don't know what it was."

"I know what you mean, I don't think that Graham would have even given it a thought, he wasn't a very loving person, as you can see," she sighed as she felt Robin kiss the top of her head.

"Well, I guess I'll have to just show you how much I love you all the time then," he grinned, touching his lips to her temple, "Regina?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry about what happened," he whispered, Cora's accusation had stuck with him and he felt the guilt again, for being with Regina and not stopping her from getting hurt.

"Robin, what are you talking about?" she breathed, turning his hand around and tracing his palm slowly, she watched him and there was just this look in his eyes, something that wasn't right, he looked like he had a lot on his mind, "Robin?"

"I should have protected you earlier with Graham, I shouldn't have let him get that close to you, I'm so sorry," he buried his face in her neck as he hugged her tight, kissing any area of skin he could reach. "I'm sorry Regina."

"No, don't you dare apologise, it wasn't your fault, it was mine, I was the one who was stupid enough to think that embarrassing him was a good idea, I was taunting him," she huffed, she wasn't having Robin blaming himself, that wasn't happening, because it wasn't his fault and never could it have been, what was he supposed to have done? Made sure that she couldn't speak to anyone, stop her from going outside? There was nothing he could have done to protect her and she needed him to stop beating himself up over it, she didn't blame him, could never blame him.

"He deserved it," Robin scoffed, "he deserved more than that, do you know how tempted I was to punch his stupid face for what he did to you?"

"I'm glad you didn't, I don't think that violence really ever solves anything," she stated, leaning back against him properly as he propped himself up using the side the bath. She would have hated for Robin to have hit Graham, it would have only ended even worse for them, now at least they had the law on their side should they need it, which Regina was adamant they didn't.

"You're right," he nodded, his fingers swirling across her stomach and dropping between her thighs, he kissed behind her ear, before trying to gauge her reaction.

Her breath had shallowed and she had pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, "Robin," she whispered, "that feels nice."

"Good," he grinned, parting her folds and stroking her clit gently, "how about, I help you relax a little," he suggested, smiling against her neck as she nodded.

"Please," Regina moaned, god he could work magic with those fingers of his, he made her feel amazing and he had barely even touched her yet, it was crazy how the connection they had heightened the feeling of everything, she arched into his hand and closed her eyes again as she simply focused on how he was making her feel. He was rubbing tight little circles on her clit and it was incredible, "ooh, yes Robin."

Robin chuckled and moved her hair to one side so that he could kiss her neck; he looked to the faucet and the detachable shower hose that was on the wall so that she could wash her hair when she was in the bath. Maintaining contact with her, he sat up slowly to reach for it before lying back down again, bringing her with him. He turned the water on so that it flowed through the shower head, before making sure the temperature was okay and running it up and down her arms and legs underneath the surface of the water.

He felt her shudder in his arms and trailed kissed down her back, starting from her shoulders, slowly though, he brought the shower head closer and closer to where his hand was between her thighs, she let out a beautiful moan and he teased her playfully with the shower head.

"Robin, please," she breathed, "please," he couldn't ever deny her when she begged like that, his hand snuck lower to play with her entrance as he placed the shower hose on her clit where his hand had been, this caused her to literally thrash in the water as she arched her back against him and he pushed two fingers inside her, going straight for her g-spot and stroking it, he had found the place the previous night and that was proving to be rather helpful right now as she was literally grinding against him, seeking out the friction he was giving her. "Oh yes! Yes Robin! Please, there, yes, there!"

She'd bumped back into him a few times, but he couldn't care less, he was making her come undone again and it was a stunning sight, he moved the hose slightly and adjusted the pressure, his fingers speeding up also as she flew towards the edge, he knew she was close, could feel her legs trembling and her walls beginning to tighten around his fingers. On one particularly hard thrust she bucked against his hand and let out a cry of pleasure as she hit her orgasm. She writhed as she came down from her high and he turned off the water, knowing that her clit was probably extra sensitive, he pressed kisses across her temple.

"Was that good for you babe?" Robin asked as she worked to control her breathing and he pulled his fingers from inside her, going back to stroking her stomach gently.

"What do you think?" she quipped, her head falling back against his chest as she sunk deeper into the water and opened her eyes to look at him. God, he was amazing and she trusted him completely to take care of her, make sure that she was alright with everything. "That was so amazing Robin."

"Are you feeling relaxed?" he questioned, this time was about her, to be honest every time was about her, he worshipped her and wanted her to know that.

"Most definitely," Regina nodded, luxuriating in his embrace as the warm water washed over them, she was suddenly feeling very tired, but she knew that she needed to get him off first, she went to move so that she could kneel opposite him.

"Hey, where you going?" he asked, tightening his hold on her.

"Well I thought that you…"

He looked at her and realised what she was talking about, he shook his head, "Regina, please don't think that you have to give me anything in return," he whispered, playing with her hair, "because you don't," he held her tight, "I love you."

She stared at him, a lone tear rolling down her cheek as she shook her head and let out a little laugh, "how did I get so lucky."

"Regina, I'm the one who is lucky, never forget that you are an amazing, special, perfect person who deserves all the happiness in the world," he cupped her cheek as he looked into her eyes, trying to make sure that she knew that what he was saying was the absolute truth, every single word of it, he meant it all, he loved her more than anything.

"I never thought I'd have this," she cried, "never thought that I was good enough to get this, I dreamt of it though, dreamt that someday I would find someone who loves me as much as you do. I thought I was destined to be alone, that maybe I had done something that meant that I wouldn't ever find happiness in my life." She took a shuddery breath as she looked at him, she couldn't stop the massive smile from breaking out across her face, even though it pulled her stitches, she didn't care, "I love you so much Robin," she whispered, she turned in his arms so that her breasts were pressed against his chest and moved in to press her lips to his, being wary of her injury.

He had to hold her to him, making sure that she didn't slip under the water at the weird angle as she buried her head against his shoulder, he pressed a kiss into her hair and stroked a hand up her back, drawing little patterns, before he decided to trace letters, spelling out words, "you are good enough and you deserve everything, all the beautiful things this planet has to offer."

She closed her eyes and concentrated on his touch, then she realised that he was writing a little message on her back, whether it was an absent-minded action or not, "Robin, what are you doing?" she asked, her hands running over his arms as she tilted her head to see his face.

"Try and guess what I am writing," he chuckled, kissing her nose, causing her to scrunch it up playfully as she settled again, more on her side so that he could hold her better as he traced his fingers on her side in squiggly little patterns.

"That isn't a word," she giggled, "you're just tickling me!"

"Okay, I'm writing a word now," he carefully ran his fingers over her skin in the shape of letters, watching her face as she concentrated on his touch, stating the letters as he wrote them.

"Y. O. U. H. A. V. E. A. G. R. E. A. T. A. S. S," he stopped and she looked up at him, "what does that spell?" she asked, thinking about all the letters again before it hit her and she sniggered and she smacked him playfully, "you think I have a great ass?"

"Of course, you have a great ass," he grinned.

"Okay, my turn," she smiled, placing her fingers on his chest and beginning to spell out some words.

"I. T. H. I. N. K. Y. O. U. S. M. E. L. L. That's not very nice," he scoffed.

"I'm not finished," she shook her head, continuing to write her message, it had been one of the first things she had noticed about him and she hadn't ever told him.

"L. I. K. E. F. O. R. E. S. T. You think I smell like forest?" he laughed, looking down at her and raising his eyebrows, "is that good or bad?"

"Good," she nodded, "I, love the way you smell," she giggled, pressing her lips to his chest as he carded his fingers through her hair.

"I love the way you smell, it's…"

"Apple and vanilla," she nodded casting him a smug smile, she knew that, because he had told her several times and she had informed him that her shampoo was apple, whilst her body wash was vanilla.

"I'm going to write one more thing before I get out, because I think I'm starting to prune up."

"You are," she touched his fingers gently, catching sight of her hands that had gone all gammy from where the wounds got wet, "eww," she lifted them out of the water and turned in his arms, so that he could write on her back and she could keep her hands out of the water.

"Are they okay?" he asked, looking at her."

"Yes, just a little soggy, come on then, write me another message." He grinned and did as he was told, tracing his fingers over her back, "I. L. O. V. E. Y. O. U. I love you too," she whispered, passing him the sponge, "can you…"

"Of course," he took it from her and ran it over her skin, he was going to take care of her and make sure that her injuries healed, hopefully getting her functional again in no time.


After their nice relaxing bath, they cuddled up in bed, with Lenny at their feet, Regina lay her head on Robin's shoulder as he held her to him; it was dark in the room and quiet so the only noise was their breathing, it was satisfying to just lay together, no words needing to be said, just a comfortable silence ringing out. She hummed contentedly and touched his cheek, "you do know I don't blame you at all for today right?" she looked up at him.

"I do," he closed his eyes, stroking her arm.

"Your mother said that my lip might scar."

His eyes went wide as he stared at her, "scar?"

"Hmm," she sighed.

"Well, I think it will add to your badass top magazine owner look," he grinned, trying to be positive about it but deep down wanting to go find Graham and scar him.

"Yep, rocking that fierce look," she smirked, a conversation from earlier coming back to her, "it might scare the children."

"Our children," he nuzzled her playfully.

"Yes, you do want children right?" She asked, her fingers dancing on his bare chest as she looked up at him, she hadn't exactly been expecting to have this conversation with him so early on in their relationship.

"I do," he scanned her eyes, trying to find some sort of clue as to what was going through her head, "what you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I want to be the mother of your children," she whispered, looking up at him, she was getting older and didn't know how much time she would have left to have kids. She hoped he didn't freak out at her admission, because she didn't want that, she didn't want to think that maybe she'd scared him away with what she had confessed. He seemed to be on the same page though and she just hoped that he was.

He brought his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked at her, "I would love you to be the mother of my children and I would be honoured to be the father of yours."

She stared at him and shook her head, "I love you," she smiled, kissing him gently, stroking his cheek, resting her forehead against his.

"I love you too," he held her close, knowing that one day the woman in his arms would be the one he had children with and he couldn't have found a better person with whom to start a family. Their family.