Prompt #90: Regina steals Robin's clothes

Last entry for Prompt Party 2020… Thanks so much to those who read and reviewed. Enjoy this last one!

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Smell Like You:

"I just want to smell like you," Regina giggles, wrapping herself in Robin's shirt.

It's warm, fresh from her dryer where she was teaching her favorite Merry Man how to do laundry in this new land. It may be clean, but somehow his forest smell still clings to it, something she doesn't think will ever wash out of his clothes at this point.

He snorts, those dimples popping onto his cheeks to show his amusement. "And here I thought I was the thief in this relationship."

Rolling her eyes, she tosses him another shirt, saying he can also learn to fold laundry.

They laugh, and Robin helps pile all their clean clothes into the hamper. He dutifully carries it upstairs, Henry catching his eye and mumbling something about being glad he doesn't have to do it.

"Oh, you still have to do your laundry, young man," Regina reprimands, causing Roland to giggle from where he sits next to Henry, peering over his shoulder as he completes the current round of their video game.

With a sigh only befitting a teenager, Henry goes back to his game, sulking about having to do chores on a Sunday.

Robin chuckles, finishing his trip up the stairs and into their bedroom while Regina trails behind him.

She has to admit, his forest green t-shirt looks good against her olive skin, and it feels nice too.

Bringing the neck line up to her nose, she inhales again and she plants herself on the bed.

Forest, with a bit of... something… that she can't quite describe. It's just… him. His smell. And she loves it.

Robin stands at the foot of the bed, laundry basket dumped out on the mattress as he rummages through, asking her questions about which items need to be paired together and if he's doing this right.

"Yes," she giggles, her legs curling beneath her as she watches him practice this new skill. "You're doing a wonderful job."

He smirks at her, tossing a sock in her direction, and before she can playfully scold him, he's by her side, her face in his hands, lips pressed together.

"How does it feel being a thief?" he asks as he pulls away, taking the lone sock with him.

Breathless, Regina blinks rapidly, trying to keep up with what he's talking about. At his nod toward his shirt that she's wearing, she grins, snuggling into the bed as she takes another sniff, telling him it feels just fine.

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Three months later, it's winter and the snow is coming down harder than she's ever seen before.

Henry and Roland are still fast asleep, and as she peers out the large window in her bedroom, a chill runs through her skin.

Tip-toeing over to the walk-in closet, trying not to disturb Robin who is still snoring away, she picks up one of his hoodies, hoping its warmth will satisfy her.

Slipping it on, she pads back over to her chair, turning to face the window. Her socked feet are curled up in the chair with her, her coffee she'd snuck downstairs to make earlier still warm.

She loves this, loves how peaceful mornings like this are where no one is in a rush to wake up. It's a lazy weekend, and it gives her a chance to soak up this new life she's come to love.

She never knew life could be this wonderful until Robin and Roland came in and made her and Henry's family complete.

"You're up early," she hears mumbled behind her.

Turning her chair, she sees Robin trudging slowly over to her.

He bends down, pressing a quick kiss to her that she grins into, greeting him with a, "Good morning, thief."

He grunts sleepily at that, flicking at the tie strings of his hoodie that she's wearing, saying, "Looks like I'm not the only thief in the family."

Smirking, she stands when he stretches a hand out to her, letting him pull her into his chest. "I just want to smell like you," she defends with a gleam in her eye.

He chuckles out a, "mmhmm," before pulling her even closer.

They stay there, wrapped in each other's warmth like that for a few minutes, Robin slowly swaying their bodies.

She loves this feeling. The chill from outside pressing against the window while the heat of the house surrounds them. It's cozy, and she doesn't want to move from this spot, ever.

"Let me make us all some breakfast," he declares, kissing her once more before stepping back.

"Mm," she hums, "that sounds lovely."

With a dimpled smile and a wink from her better half, he's off to brush his teeth.

While he does that, Regina curls back up into her chair to finish her coffee, trying to motivate herself to move and get the day started.

"Come on, thief," he calls from the doorway, "you can help, too."

Laughing softly, she shakes her head, standing and taking his hand as they start their morning together.

She sits at the counter, wrapped in his hoodie, decisively not helping like she intended to, but watching him, so domestic and at ease in a modern day kitchen, makes her smile. She loves watching this, watching him.

As she buries her nose into the top of his hoodie, she thinks about all the winters yet to come where she can steal his warm clothes and watch him like this.

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Months later, the air outside has started to warm back up, but Regina feels nothing but cold inside.

She sits on their bed, pictures she'd taken with Robin over the last year scattered about as she picks the one she wants to keep by her bedside.

It's been two weeks since her thief was stolen from her, obliterated into nothing all for the sake of protecting her.

Something she far from deserves.

Despite buying new clothes, he always insisted on having a forest green shirt, so she'd slipped on this one that he loved so much hours ago.

Picking up a picture of the four of them outside Granny's, Robin's arm wrapped tightly around her, she cries, sniffling as the tears cloud her vision.

She wraps the long cotton sleeves tightly around her, hoping if she folds into herself enough she can somehow disappear. He was too good, too pure for her, and this turn of events just isn't fair.

"I just want to smell like you," she whispers hoarsely into the dark, tears silently falling down her cheeks.

She picks up another picture, this one just of the two of them. It's one Henry had snapped when she was unaware; Robin has her under the mistletoe at Christmas, his lips pressed to hers, both smiling through the kiss.

If she'd known that would be their last Christmas together...

The sob wracks her body without warning and she falls over sideways onto the bed, her face burrowing into his pillow so his smell can surround her even more.

She inhales, his forest scent mixed with a little sandalwood from his body wash fill her nose, and she brings the pillow even closer, crying into it, and hoping Henry can't hear her from downstairs.

She's never washing this pillow case again. Definitely never washing this shirt. His shirt that she'd taken so many times before, bringing out that dimpled smile of his that she loves so much. The one she longs to see so desperately each morning and night now.

She'd stolen the shirt she's wrapped in one last time a few days ago when Snow and Emma had been here helping her pack up his belongings, snatching it from the box moments before Snow taped it shut.

Snow went to put it in the box, but before she could, Regina had screamed out, almost in pain, as the tears flooded her eyes.

After that, she'd kicked them out, saying she'd pack his clothes up herself.

Now, though, she wishes at least Snow had stayed and made her do it because most of his clothes still hang there in the closet, taunting her each morning as a cruel reminder that once again, life has kicked her in the teeth.

Sniffling, she wipes at her eyes. She knows it's almost dinner time by now, needs to get Henry fed, but moving seems impossible while she's enveloped by Robin's aroma.

He's everywhere in this room, in this house, but right now, for tonight, she just wants to stay in his shirt, in his scent, and never leave.

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Let's be real, it's OQ, so I had to include some angst lol… oops. Sorry! Hope you enjoyed anyway! haha