Prompt: Schooled in Love verse - Robin chaperones a field trip with Regina's class
Thanks to the person that prompted this! It was fun to dive back in to SIL Robin and Regina! You don't have to have read Schooled in Love to understand this for the most part… just know that Regina is Roland's first grade teacher and she is dating Robin lol
Enjoy and please review!
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Cheeky Tour Guide:
He's an idiot. An adorable, silly idiot, and she loves him so much more than she ever thought was possible.
He's giving a presentation to her class in front of one of the exhibits at the museum, and she can't help smiling like a love-sick fool watching her idiot boyfriend be so good with the kids.
It's March now, six months since she finally agreed to go out with Robin, and it's been the best half a year that she's ever had. She can't believe this man in front of her is her boyfriend, and the little boy whose hand is grasped in hers is his son.
Regina looks down at Roland, squeezing his little hand before she steps ahead to the next group of children, checking that they're alright as well.
Her class is on a field trip today, and since Roland and Robin had both been begging for weeks now at home (not really her home yet, but, well, she stays there enough to consider it a second home) to go on a field trip to Robin's museum.
It had taken some paperwork, proving the logistics and that the academic level of it was rigorous enough for first graders, but in the end, Neal had agreed.
Robin had wanted to be a chaperone, told her he wanted to walk by her side all day, stealing her hand when he could to kiss her knuckles.
She'd rolled her eyes at that, shaking her head and affirming that if they were going on a field trip to his workplace, then he was going to be the tour guide.
"And this, kids," his voice booms animatedly, pulling her from her thoughts, "is wood from the largest breed of tree—the Sequoia." There's an audible gasp from her students and a murmur of woahhh before Robin smiles and asks, "Does anyone know what wood can be used for?"
A slew of hands pop up into the air, little I know, I know's ring around quietly. Robin laughs, his blue eyes catching her brown ones before he calls on a little girl in the back.
"Paper!"
"Very good," he praises, winking at the class. "The wood from trees has many uses, like paper." He goes on, explaining that wood can also be used to make cork boards, sponges, and even aspirin, but, "It's important that we only cut down some trees to make these things. Do you know why?"
Roland's hand shoots up before anyone else's, so Robin calls on him with a chuckle. "Because they give us ox-ee-gen!" he explains to his classmates, making a dramatic sniffing sound, his little head whipping around as he pretends to sniff the air. "That's a fancy word for air!"
The class erupts into giggles, and Regina has to quiet them back down. She gives Roland her best teacher look, silently reprimanding him for riling the whole class up.
He bites his bottom lip, clearly trying to stave off a grin based on how his little dimples are peeking out. He pushes his glasses up, his eyes going wide as he slinks back over to Regina, taking her hand and apologizing.
She gives his little hand an affectionate squeeze back, telling him it's okay, but that they need to calm down. "There are other people here besides our class, Ro. We don't want to disturb them."
He nods solemnly, moving back to the front of the group. She watches as Robin gives him the look while still talking to the rest of the class.
Bless him; she knows he was just excited, especially since this was his dad's work they were at, but he still has to follow the rules like everyone else. Roland is quiet for the next few exhibits, obediently raising his hand like everyone else.
Regina is holding the hand of a little blonde girl, Rosie, now, but when she tells Regina she knows the answer to Robin's next question, she drops Miss Mills' hand, skipping to the front to be seen.
Smiling, Regina stands back, observing her class as they discover and learn about all the ways nature helps our planet. They're a great class, and they all seem enthralled in Roland's dad—not that she can blame them; she is, too.
He's so handsome. His blue eyes piercing right through her as the sun shines through the large sky light above their heads, his dimples popping onto his cheeks when he smiles at something a kid says or he just happens to catch her gaze.
He's been winking at her throughout the day, and honestly, it's making her ache between her thighs, something she decidedly does not need while on a field trip with twenty first graders.
He's being a cheeky tour guide, as Robin would say, sending those flirty glances her way when no one else is looking—she can see that coy little smirk he's trying so hard to hide each time he makes her blush—and she makes a mental note to punish him for it tonight when they're finally alone.
At least there's not a gaggle of parent chaperones to notice their flirtatious glances, though, and her kids are too preoccupied with the exhibits to pay too much attention. There are only two other parents here, the only ones that volunteered to watch a group, so she's technically only in charge of ten students while the two chaperones each have five to watch over. But she's a teacher, she can't help keeping an eye on all of them.
She sighs, watching as her children all skip to their next destination, laughing and talking with one another about all the things they've seen today and what they plan to do this weekend.
"Hello, love," he murmurs behind her, close enough that she can feel his breath on the back of her neck. Bastard.
She grins, her eyes flicking up to her class. They're all on the indoor playground right now—which is essentially some plastic tree logs, a giant checkers board painted on the floor and some tunnels to crawl through in the shape of a forest—waiting for the lunches to be hauled off the school bus.
With that, she glances over her shoulder, smiling and purring sweetly, "Hello, Mr. Locksley. Thanks again so much for letting us come here today."
His grin deepens, making her bite the inside of her cheek. She watches as he glances over to the other chaperones, both on different sides of the playground, keeping a watchful eye on their students. "Well, Miss Mills, it really was no problem at all."
That ache between her legs turns into a wetness that she curses him for. Thoughts of taking him into his office for a quickie flash through her mind, and she flushes, scolding herself internally for even having such a thought with all of her students around.
"Coming here was a bad idea," she mumbles, keeping a polite smile on her face so any onlooker would see an innocent exchange between teacher and tour guide.
Robin steps out from behind her, his hand grazing her lower back before he stands next to her, practically shoulder to shoulder. "Why's that, darling?"
Rolling her eyes, she grins and tilts her head to look at him. "You just think you're so cute, don't you?"
"Mm, I do, in fact."
She snorts, shaking her head.
Before their bantering can continue, Roland runs up, leaping into Robin's arms. "Papa!"
"There's my boy!" he says, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Are you having fun?"
Roland nods, his curls bouncing against his forehead. He chatters on, telling both of them his favorite parts of the day so far and how he was excited to see the new exhibit on forest animals.
"The bear's teeth are like this, R'gina!" He holds up his little hands like paws by his face, eyes widening behind his glasses, and mouth falling agape as he bares his teeth. He sways his arms, roaring like the animal before bursting into a fit of giggles. "I can't wait to show everyone else; it's so cool!"
Regina and Robin grin, chuckling softly under their breath at him. Regina ruffles his hair, knowing he's going to be bouncing off the walls to show his friends. Robin had brought him here the week the exhibit was finally finished, and he's talked all through dinner and his bedtime story about the bears, trees, foxes, and everything else Robin's team had managed to display.
Before long, Will and John have the coolers of lunches unloaded and Regina gathers all the kids into the little cafe area. She gets each one settled while the chaperones, Robin and his employees pass out lunches and milks.
When she can finally sit down to catch her breath, after opening a handful of milks and just about all the sealed sandwiches, Robin joins her at the table she's chosen.
He pats her leg from under the table, and she smiles, telling him how tired she is. "I always forget how exhausting field trips can be."
His hand rests on her knee, squeezing it sympathetically. "Tell you what," he says softly, taking a bite of his sandwich. She'd made their lunches this morning—chicken salad on a croissant for her and a turkey sandwich for Robin—sending him off with both of theirs since she knew they'd be eating together today. Once he swallows, he finishes his proposal with. "When you come over tonight, I'll run you a nice, hot bath." She groans at just the mention, taking a sip of her water as she nods her approval. "Then once you're nice and relaxed, you'll climb on the bed, and I'll give you a luxurious massage."
"That sounds lovely," she says, her eyes closing as she imagines it.
"I'll use that lotion you like, the one with coconut in it, and I'll work my way down to your—"
"Miss Mills?"
She practically jumps out of her fantasy massage, grasping at Robin's leg under the table as he stifles a laugh. "What is it, baby?"
Robbie, her little red headed boy with a face full of freckles, motions to his pants, showing her that he spilled milk all over them. "Oh no," she croons, taking some napkins from the pile on her table. She blots at his knees and thighs, handing him the others to blot the front of him. "We didn't bring any extra clothes, bud, so you're just going to have to let this dry."
He pouts a bit, but nods in acceptance, obviously knowing there's no sense in arguing with Miss Mills.
"Roland," Robin calls, motioning his son over.
Roland joins them from the adjacent table, and Robin whispers to him to take Robbie into the men's bathroom. "There's a hand dryer in there," Robin tells the table, "It'll dry a lot faster that way."
Roland nods excitedly, grabbing Robbie's hand and pulling him toward the bathroom.
Regina grimaces, knowing what could happen in there—pants or belts could be removed, slapping each other with them, they could play in the sinks and both of them get soaked—a whole manner of things that little boys get up to when there's no supervision. "Uh, you might want to go with them," she instructs knowingly, pointing toward the two boys running toward the bathroom. She gives Robin a look, one that tells him there's no discussing this, and he chuckles, standing and pressing a kiss to the top of her head before following behind his son.
She glances nervously around the cafe space, making sure none of her students saw him kiss her head, but luckily it doesn't seem as if anyone did.
Except, of course, Iviona.
Oh, Iviona. Regina giggles, signaling the little girl over when she catches her amused gaze from across two tables.
She's an adorable little thing—dark skin, deep and expressive brown eyes, and two pom poms of hair on top of her head. She's one of Regina's more "grown up" students, with a sweet little personality but a sassiness that could rival some adults.
Ivy bops over to Regina, and she pulls her into her lap, hugging her around the middle. "Did you have a good lunch?"
Ivy nods sweetly, telling her that she did. She goes on to list all the things she ate—a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a bag of chips, apple slices, and her strawberry milk. Regina smiles, popping a grape into her mouth.
"Miss Mills, is Mr. Locksley your boyyyfriend?"
Choking a bit on her laughter (and her grape), Regina looks at Ivy, asking, "What makes you say that?"
The little girl giggles, covering her mouth and looking around before eyeing her teacher back up. "Because you smile like this at him," she scrunches her nose, giving Regina a megawatt smile before bursting into laughter. "And he looks at you like this." She tilts her cheek to rest on her shoulder, smiling softly but batting her eyelashes up at the ceiling. "Plus," she giggles again, her shoulder shrugging up to her ears, "He kissed your head!"
Her laughter is unhinged by now, causing Regina to laugh right along with her. She tickles Ivy's stomach, both of them causing a scene. "Alright, alright," she chuckles, taking a deep breath. "Yes, he is. But it's our little secret, okay?"
Ivy grows serious at that, nodding and sticking out her pinky to connect with Regina's. "Pinky promise."
Smiling, Regina hooks her pinky with Iviona's, though she knows by time they get back to school, the whole class will know she's dating Roland's dad—not that that's a bad thing, her dating life just normally doesn't come up with students aside from the typical Are you married? she gets every year from curious new students.
"Looks like you two are having fun," Robin says, joining them back at the table. Roland slides into the chair next to Robin while Robbie runs off, pants now dry and a smile on his face.
"Iviona here," Regina starts, pinching lightly at her chubby cheek, "was just telling me that she knows you're my boyfriend."
The little girl giggles softly at the word, but nods enthusiastically. "I saw ya kiss her!"
Robin snorts, shrugging. "Guess I couldn't help myself."
"It's 'cause Miss Mills is so pretty," Roland pipes up, resting his elbows on the table.
Robin nods in agreement, looking to Iviona. "Is that alright with you?"
Ivy laughs, looking from Roland to Robin, then over to Regina. She looks back at Robin from across the table, saying, "Yeah, you're nice. And you know a lot about nature!"
The four of them laugh before Regina sends Ivy and Roland back to the playground, telling them to round up the class so they can get a group picture.
Robin reaches over then, taking Regina's hand in his. "Guess the cat's out of the bag."
Huffing playfully, she says it is, but that they still can't be kissing or anything when they get ready to leave.
His hand clutches at his heart dramatically, telling her, "Never, Milady."
With a roll of her eyes, she stands, slapping his shoulder playfully.
It's back to business, and she takes her phone, handing it to Robin so he can take a picture of her with the class in front of the indoor playground they've been enthralled with this afternoon.
She rounds the kids up, positioning them so they all fit and Robin snaps a few pictures—smiles and goofy faces—giving her plenty to choose from.
After seeing two more exhibits, they load back onto the bus, Robin taking Regina's hand in his once all the kids and chaperones are seated inside the vehicle.
He squeezes it in his, making her smile shyly up at him. Her eyes flick up to the bus windows just above their heads, then back to him. "Robin," she scolds in a whisper.
"What?" he asks innocently. "I'm not going to kiss you," he says, his voice lowering as he adds, "though I desperately want to."
She smirks, shaking her head before leaning up on her tiptoes and pressing the briefest of kisses to his cheek. "I'll see you tonight."
"Mm," he says, looking dreamily into her eyes. "I'll have my massage oil ready." He wags his eyebrows, causing her eyes to widen as she slaps his bicep.
"Goodbye, Mr. Locksley."
His laugh follows her up the steps of the school bus before he finally says, "Goodbye, Miss Mills."
The whole ride back to school, half the kids are knocked out, sleeping away on each other's shoulders while a handful talk quietly or look out the window. Iviona, Regina's seat buddy, rests her head on her teacher's shoulder, sighing out softly as the movement of the bus lulls her to sleep as well.
And finally, after a few more hours at work, Regina trudges into Robin's house with Roland at her side. He's bouncing off the walls, telling Robin all about the field trip as if he hadn't been there as well, but he listens dutifully anyway, smiling over at Regina when Roland tells him that they got to watch a movie when they got back to school.
She shrugs, smiling right back. There was only forty five minutes left of the school day, anyway, so they'd worked on their computers and turned on Coco to round out the day.
That night, once Roland is tucked into bed, Regina gets that bath she was promised. She sinks into the warm water, letting all her muscles relax as the stress of the day melts away. And, just like she knew he would, when she gets out, Robin is there, waiting with the bottle of lotion in his hands.
She drops her towel, slinking over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands roam and explore her naked body, groaning when she starts to undress him as well.
She'd had plans to torture him for torturing her all day, but when his hands glide across her skin, kneading in all the right places, that plan is soon forgotten.
They spend the next twenty minutes with Robin's hands expertly working out the knots in her muscles before the sensation becomes too much, his touch too tantalizing to not be doing more than just a simple massage.
She rolls over, pulling him on top of her body, and they spend the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms.
