Thursday: "Dance the Night Away"
55. Robin catches Regina full on dancing around the kitchen while making dinner
He uses the key she'd just given him a few months ago to enter her apartment. Robin loves his girlfriend, he's so lucky to have found her. They'd met two years ago outside the courthouse. She had just won her latest case and was exiting the building when she bumped into him, causing him to smash the freshly placed mustard of his hotdog onto his tie.
Robin had stopped at the little hotdog stand just outside the courthouse on his way back to work in the next building over. She'd apologized profusely, saying she was texting a client and wasn't watching where she was going. Once she'd looked into his eye, though, her chocolate brown orbs piercing his soul, he couldn't stay mad. He'd thankfully been thinking on his toes, and replied with a, "That's alright. Here's my number so I can bill you for the dry cleaning."
She'd smirked at that, sighing out in relief at his attempt to be charming. They'd exchanged numbers and began dating a month later after several amazing dates to get to know one another.
As he walks through the apartment, dropping his things off in the entryway, he can hear music coming from the kitchen. "Regina?" he asks, never having heard her play music so loudly outside of the car before.
He walks down the short hallway, leaning his shoulder against the door jamb and smiling dumbly as he watches his very serious, lawyer girlfriend dance around to Michael Jackson's, Don't Stop Til You Get Enough. She's in nothing but a pair of boyshorts and one of his t-shirts, and Robin thinks to himself that she's never looked lovelier.
He loves this side of her, so carefree. He doesn't get to see it often, she's normally so bogged down with work, but every now and then she'll let loose - usually when he forces her to leave the office early and takes her somewhere fun.
Regina picks up a spatula, turning it upside down and singing into the handle as she moves around, doing her best impression of the moonwalk. She jumps up, arms waving in the air, then plants her feet back down, doing a quick turn accompanied by a high pitched, "Ow!" as she impersonates the King of Pop.
When she spins, she catches sight of him, freezing mid-dance move as her eyes widen. She places the spatula down on the marble island, tugging his shirt down a touch and pausing the music on her phone. The bluetooth speaker the tune had been blaring out of goes quiet, and Robin laughs, tossing his keys on the island next to her impromptu microphone.
He scoops her up in his arms, wrapping them around her waist and swaying her around the kitchen as he hums his own song.
"I didn't know you liked to dance," he states, planting a kiss to her lips. He's seen her dance on a few occasions, normally inside a fancy restaurant they'd gone to for date night, but never anything this… wild. He loves it. And he wants to see her dance like this more often.
Her face flushes, and she tucks it into his shoulder, mumbling, "Only when no one is around. I'm a terrible dancer."
"Nonsense," he grins, reaching over to click play on her phone again. As the music streams out, Robin pushes back from her body, taking her hands in his and twirling her around the kitchen.
Despite her best efforts, Regina laughs, that radiant laugh that she only lets bubble out every now and then, the one that comes out when she's completely comfortable. He loves that he can bring that laugh out in her. Fuck, he loves this woman so much.
He spins her around again, lifting their hands in the air, then slowly releasing them as he brings their arms down. He steps away from Regina, hopping and doing his own version of a moonwalk, and she giggles, telling him he's doing it wrong. "Am I now?" he asks incredulously.
Regina nods, snickering once more, and shows him how it's really done. They dance around, twirling and laughing as they circle the kitchen island until the oven timer goes off.
He sits at the bar stool, catching his breath as she bends to take the food out of the oven. "Christ woman," he groans, catching a perfect glimpse of her ass cheeks in those boyshort underwear she wears to taunt him. "You'll be the death of me one of these days."
She sets the pan of what looks like baked chicken and rice down on the stove top and turns, a sultry smirk planted on her face. "Will I?" she ask seductively as she slithers over to his side of the island. He turns on his stool as she comes to stand in between his legs.
He leans in, pressing his lips to hers deeply. It must surprise her because it draws a quick, Mmm! from the back of her throat, before she turns it into a sexy moan. She tangles her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, pulling him closer. They spend the next few moments wrapped in each other before she pulls back, licking her lips. "Are you ready to eat?"
Robin grins, twitching his head to the side as he groans. "Yeah, but not chicken." He stands, taking her in his arms and lifting her up bridal style as she giggles and presses soft kisses and sucks to his neck.
"Robin," she laughs, "The food will get cold."
Shaking his head, he presses another kiss to her lips and declares, "We can heat it up later," before sucking on the pulse point just below her ear - the spot he knows drives her wild with lust for him.
Moaning, Regina nods, murmuring out an, Alright, sounds good, as he makes his way to her bedroom.
"I love you," he whispers on their way to the bed, and she promises her love right back to him.
Later, after they've shown the other just how much they adore one another, they heat the chicken back up, enjoying it as Robin teases her once again, saying he should come over early more often if he'll get to see her dance around half naked.
"Shut up," she giggles, rolling her eyes.
And as they clean up the kitchen together, Regina turns on the music, this time to a slow song, and they dance the night away wrapped in each other's arms.
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