Oh my goodness, thank you all, I'm so happy you have liked this story so far and hope you continue to like it! So I may have strayed slightly from the original prompt, but that part will come a little later. Enjoy the chapter! ;)

Regina arose the next morning, this time it wasn't the birds that work her, but laboured breathing coming from the person next to her. She felt something pressing into her lower back, had something managed to get between them in the bed? She shuffled closer into his embrace and then she realised what it was. Her eyes blinked open, Robin was hard against her back, she swallowed heavily and closed her eyes, maybe it would go away. His arms were wrapped around her, this time she knew it was intentional, he had actually held her as she'd fallen asleep, she bit her bottom lip and ran her fingertips across his forearms.

This felt so good, she couldn't believe it, she hummed happily and then heard something from Robin, it sounded like a moan, but she couldn't be sure so she decided to ignore it; glancing over the clock, she saw that it was only five in the morning, they didn't have to get up for another two hours so she had no idea what had woken her, she probably just wasn't used to having to sleep in the same bed as someone, never mind actually sleeping in their arms, she liked it though, she liked it a lot.

She was just drifting off again when Robin made another noise, this time it was unmistakably a moan and he was rubbing against her slightly. She'd be lying if she said this wasn't turning her on in the slightest, it was, it shouldn't be, she knew that, but it was, his hand was moving on her stomach, brushing it lightly; her chemise had ridden up, which meant that his hand was against her bare skin, causing little goosebumps to rise. "Yes," he groaned and she opened her eyes, what the hell was going on? "Regina."

Whoa okay, was he actually awake? Or did he talk in his sleep? Whatever he was doing he had called out her name, she manoeuvred slightly so that she was on her back and turned her head to face him. He had his eyes screwed shut and was biting down on his bottom lip in a way that looked amazingly sexy. She was pretty sure that he was still asleep, but if that was so then what was he doing? "Robin," she whispered, reaching out to touch his arm.

"God Regina, you're so amazing," he breathed, his hand that was still on her stomach ran over her skin, leaving a trail of tingles in its wake. It began going lower and she grabbed his hand, moving it back over to him, if he were asleep, she wasn't just going to let that happen, she wasn't going to let him touch her without him even knowing what he was doing. Although he had retracted his hand she hadn't woken him, his hand was now moving down his own body, creeping inside his boxer. The duvet had slipped somewhat which meant that she could see everything, the outline of his erection and his hand as he stroked himself.

"Fuck," she whispered, she shouldn't be watching this, she should leave the room, get out of bed, but she couldn't bring herself to move, she was paralysed, stuck to the spot. She needed to wake him up, needed to stop him from… oh god, he was moaning again, he was jerking off right next to her. "Fuck. Robin, wake up," she touched him lightly, but that simply caused more noises of approval.

"Do you like that? Oh god, Regina… yes." Shit, he was definitely having a sex dream and from the sounds of it, she was in that dream. She didn't know what she was supposed to do, it was so wrong to be turned on, but holy crap she couldn't help it, she felt her own arousal pool between her legs and had to rub them together slightly in an attempt to relive it.

Regina shook her head, she couldn't just lie there any longer, she needed to get up, go have another cold shower. Just as she was about to move, Robin's hand was on the move again and he shuffled so that his face was in the crook of her neck, his lips skimming across her skin. She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips, she needed to put a stop to it before… fuck, his hand was pressing against her through her panties and she felt her breath hitch. This was not happening!

"Regina, I love… you feel so good," that was it, she was getting up. She moved her hands and pushed him off, but before she could get up, she sensed a change and stayed where she was, lying facing the opposite wall. "No, oh fuck, no, shit, bollocks, bummer," okay, so maybe he was awake again, she closed her eyes, she wasn't awake, she was asleep, he really could not find out that she was awake, he just couldn't. "Seriously? Not now, Regina?" he whispered, his hand brushing across her hip. He was leaning over her, probably trying to determine if she were awake or not. "Regina?"

She didn't move and was trying to make her face look as natural as possible, as though she had been asleep the entire time, she hoped it was convincing, because the last thing she wanted was to have a discussion with Robin about what had just happened. She was both surprised and excited that Robin was thinking of her in that way, because she was most certainly thinking of him like that, she was just happy that it hadn't been her having the dream, that would have been incredibly embarrassing, mortifying actually, she could imagine how he must be feeling.

"Are you asleep?" He asked, she felt mean for pretending to be, but it would be worse for him to know that she hadn't been, wouldn't it? "Thank god," he breathed dropping back down to the mattress. "Robin you are such an idiot," he groaned, "what the hell is wrong with you?" He was talking low, but she could still hear him, "what if she had woken up? Oh god." He traced his fingertips over her back and let out a sigh.

She was confused, what did this mean? Did it mean that he was thinking of her in this way, thinking of her as being more than just his friend? She sure as hell wouldn't object to that. His arm secured itself around her again and she couldn't help herself from humming and snuggling into his embrace.

"Thank god for this trip," he whispered, pressing a kiss against the back of her head before settling back down again. That was too close and the wetness between her legs was still there, she could feel it, but there was no way she could move now without alerting him, so she was just going to have to deal with it.

It was hard for her to fall back to sleep, her mind was racing with thoughts, thoughts of Robin, of them together, she wondered what they had been doing in his dream, what she had been doing to make him get like that. She still couldn't get over the fact that Robin had a sex dream about her, she would never in a million years thought that something like that would ever happen, but it had, she knew it had, she'd witnessed it, felt what the dream had done to him.

After a little while she did finally manage to get back to sleep, but luckily, she was able to keep her own dreams in check.

She woke again, her eyes flickering open, as soon as they had, they met a set of blues that were staring right at her, she had clearly turned in her sleep so that she was facing him and he was watching her, which in any other situation would have been creepy, but she simply smiled at him as he found her hand, threading their fingers together.

"Hello."

"Good morning," she stretched, before relaxing again and looking at him.

"How did you sleep?" He asked, she saw a flicker of something in his eyes, maybe it was worry, she wasn't certain, but she could guess that he was still worried that maybe she had seen something earlier.

"So well," she groaned burying into the mattress, "I don't want to leave this bed."

"That makes two of us," he chuckled, moving a strand of her hair behind her ear, "so you didn't wake up at all during the night?"

"No," she shook her head, she was lying, but only because she didn't want to embarrass him, "I slept straight through, I must have been exhausted."

"It's good that you got rest," she saw the relief pass through him and his whole body relaxed.

"Hmm, so how about you, did you wake up?"

"Once maybe, I think it was just something to do with the temperature dropping in the room."

"Oh, I didn't feel that," she yawned, "but I guess you were keeping me warm, so…" she giggled as she took into account the look on his face.

"Anytime," he laughed, squeezing her hand gently. He moved a hand up to cup her cheek and smiled, "I'm gonna go grab a quick shower, is that okay?"

"Of course," she nodded, returning his smile.

"This isn't weird for you is it?" He asked, gesturing to his hand that was now running through her long hair.

"No," she shook her head, "it feels really nice."

"Okay good," he hopped out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Regina let out a breath she hadn't even realised she was holding, he had been stroking her hair and she loved it. She was getting slightly too hyper about this whole situation, but her hopes were really high, maybe this could work out, maybe they could actually be together. If not would she just let him use her for her body? She hated to think that was all he wanted, she didn't think she could do that to herself, it wasn't fair, she couldn't open herself up to him, just to be forgotten about as soon as the trip was over, she wouldn't do it.

Suddenly her thoughts were broken by what she could only describe as a high pitched yelp coming from the bathroom, she turned her head to look at the doorway and furrowed her eyebrows, "Robin?"

He appeared at the door, drenched with a towel wrapped around his waist, "seriously?"

"What?" she bit her bottom lip as her eyes raked across his figure, she could see the slight bit of hair peeking out of the top of the towel and she couldn't tear her eyes away from him.

"There's no hot water," he groaned.

"Oh," her eyes went wide, oops, that might not be true, she may have forgotten to change the temperature back in the shower the night before. "That might be my fault," she cringed, manoeuvring to settle on her knees.

"Why?" he asked, hopping around, trying to warm up.

"I kinda changed the temperature," she let out a little burst of laughter and hurried to cover her mouth, "sorry."

His mouth dropped open in mock shock, "ooh, that's mean."

"I'm sorry I forgot," she giggled as he walked towards her, the look in his eyes was mischievous and it excited her, she wanted to know what he was going to do, she was sure the look on her face matched his.

"Well, I'm afraid Miss Mills, that I can't accept that apology."

"Really? Why ever not?" She smirked as he moved to put his hands on her waist, then he shook his hair at her, sprinkling the cold water onto her. "Robin," she squealed, grabbing his arms and sliding her hands up to his shoulders. They were so close to each other, he was nearly pressing against her as she knelt right at the edge of the bed and he remained stood up.

The sexual tension between them was insane and she wanted to just take that leap of faith. Staring into his eyes she made a split decision and pulled him towards her, crashing her lips against his kissing him. She pulled back and scanned his eyes for any indication that it was what he wanted also; he was looking at her wide eyed, a million emotions on display. Before she even registered, he was kissing her again, his arms slipping around her back as he pulled her towards him, her hands brushing across his shoulders, wrapping around his neck.

His tongue found its way inside her mouth and he tangled them together, kissing her passionately; his hands slipped down to her ass and she moaned into his mouth. He suddenly lifted her from the bed and she wrapped her legs around him, not tearing her lips from his. This was insane, she was kissing him and it felt like she was flying, her head was so light and she couldn't believe it, never had she thought that on this holiday she would be involved in a heavy make out session with the guy she had loved for years, it had been nowhere on her list of possibilities.

She was briefly aware that he was carrying her towards the bathroom, but she didn't care, she was too caught up in this to even think about what he was up to. She pulled her lips from his when the need to breath was too much, she looked at him and ran her fingers through his hair, casting him a wide smile. "What are we doing?" She asked. He opened the shower and stepped in, before turning on the water and drenching them both. "Robin!" She squealed as the freezing water ran over her.

He laughed and kissed her again, before finding the knob on the wall and turning up the temperature, allowing the water to run warm again, "sorry," he chuckled, "couldn't resist." He placed her back down on the ground and she noticed that his towel had slipped even further.

Regina licked her lips and looked back up again, "I think I better leave you to your shower," she whispered, running her hands across his arms, "you've got my hair wet now, I'm going to have to go dry it."

"Ah, well I apologise," he chuckled. Her hair was stuck to her, as was her short nighty. Looking down she noticed that her nipples were showing through the wet fabric that was sculpted to her body. "I'll be quick," he nodded, kissing her lightly as she moved out of his arms and carefully left the shower, making sure not to slip on the tiles.

Once she was out of the bathroom, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, had that really just happened? She couldn't quite believe it had, she'd just made out with Robin in the shower; she grabbed a towel from the radiator and pulled off her chemise before wrapping the towel around her and sitting down on the bed, flicking her hair behind her. When had it got so long? It nearly reached the bottom of her back, she found the hair dryer again and began to blitz her hair with it.

It was nearly dry when Robin emerged from the bathroom, he was wearing a plain white t-shirt with denim jeans, his hair was wet and unstyled, his jaw covered in a slight layer of stubble, he cast her a smirk as he leant against the doorframe, watching her. She turned off the heat and placed the dryer down on the bed and fluffed her hair.

"God you're beautiful," he stated, moving closer to her and running his fingers through her hair. It seemed that he liked to do that, liked to touch it, feel it run through his fingers like strands of silk. "About what just happened…"

"Hmm?" She smiled at him, hoping that he didn't regret what had happened between them, because she most certainly didn't, not in the slightest.

"I just want you to know that I meant it, I like you Regina, a lot."

She gasped and shook her head, "really?"

"Yes," he nodded, sitting beside her, "you're unlike anyone I have ever met."

"Yeah well, what can I say?" she chuckled, "Robin, I like you too," she whispered, moving closer to him and quickly pressing her lips to his, "but I can't do this if you're just going to drop me once this trip is over."

"Why would you think I'd do that? Regina I'm not the type of guy who would do that," he shook his head.

"You see, I'm rather hard to get along with."

"I don't think so, I think we get on rather well."

"We do," she smiled, "I need to get dressed."

"Okay, how about I go grab some coffees and breakfast and wait for you downstairs?"

"Yes please," she nodded, she leant in and pressed her lips to his, her hand caressing his cheek. When they broke apart they leant their foreheads together.

"Pancakes?"

"Ooh delicious, I'll be about ten minutes," she whispered, kissing him again, she couldn't get enough of that magical feeling, having his lips pressing against hers was something completely magical. She stood from the bed and grabbed some clothes from her bag, choosing a sleeveless muted green jacket that she would leave open over a plain black top. None of her clothes were all that attractive, but she was on a farming trip, she brought clothes that she would usually go riding in. She found a pair of black skinny jeans that would go well with the outfit and then some underwear.

"So, I'll go now," Robin stated.

"Okay," she chuckled, making her way into the bathroom, she waited to hear the main door close. Once it clicked she did a little jump, "oh my god!" She couldn't believe this, she really couldn't, hurrying back into the bedroom, she found her phone. There was a missed call from Tink and she quickly rang her back.

"Hey how's hell?" Tink answered with a laugh.

"Oh my god, this is not hell! I swear to god!"

"Whoa, what happened to change your mind?"

"I may or may not have made out with someone." She couldn't contain her excitement as she paced the room.

"Who? Who'd you make out with, I thought you were hung up on Locksley, I mean you have been for four year so…"

"Robin, I kissed Robin!"

"What?! Oh my god! Oh my god! How?! Oh my god Gina!"

"I know!"

"Wow! Oh my god!"

"How many times are you going to say oh my god?" she chuckled, thinking about her friend's enthusiastic reaction.

"You kissed Robin! Regina, Robin!"

"I know, I did."

"How did it happen? Was it as good as you thought it would be?"

"I'll tell you now if you calm down."

"I want to know everything!"

Regina walked into the dining room and looked around, trying to find Robin, her hair was secured in a high ponytail which swished when she moved. Tink had been way too happy at the news, but she had to say she was totally on the same page, she just hoped that she didn't get her heart broken, that it wasn't all too good to be true. She spotted Robin sat at a corner table, clutching the cup of coffee that was in front of him and tapping his feet.

She Squeezed his arm gently and he looked up at her grinning, "hey, so pancakes are on their way, and the coffee is still warm."

"Thanks," she smiled, sitting down opposite him as she picked up her own mug and took a sip, "mmm, that's good," she nodded.

"I wish I could say that I made it, but that would be a lie, I think it's all Granny's handiwork."

"So if I asked you to make me a coffee like this, you wouldn't be able to?"

"Oh I didn't say that, I make a mean caramel macchiato."

"You do? Well then, I'll hold you to that. So…"

"So…"

"What happened in the room this morning, do you think that maybe you might want to, I dunno, carry it on?" She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and looked up at him.

"Do you?" He asked, his hand sneaking across the table and taking hers.

"We could," she smirked, casting him a smouldering look.

"Yes we could," he nodded, "you still need to teach me how to ride."

"Oh yes, there is that," she giggled, "well, I'll see what I can do. Do you have any experience riding?"

"Not much, do you?"

"I'm a pro," she rose her eyebrows, "at riding a horse, I am a pro," she reiterated, wiggling her fingers, so they brushed across his.

"Well good morning to the two of you."

Regina looked up to see Granny as she placed their plates down in front of them, "it all looks delicious, thank you."

"Yeah thanks granny."

"You are very welcome, enjoy," she nodded as she left them to eat.

"Wow, how much food did you order?" Regina asked, picking up her knife and fork.

"You like eggs right?"

"Of course, scrambled," she cast him a sideways smirk, "how did you know?"

"I had you down as a scrambled kind of girl."

"Well, it seems you know me well," she tried some of her eggs and nodded, "yep, they are good," she reached for the ketchup bottle and as she did her hand met his, "you have it."

"Nah, here," he dropped his hand and pushed the ketchup to her, "I'll just use it after you."

"Thanks," she chuckled picking it up and drawing a little pattern with it.

"Aww cute."

She looked down at her plate and saw the little apple shaped blob of tomato sauce. "Oh, yeah, do you want a little picture?"

"Go on then."

"What do you want?"

"Surprise me."

"Okay then," she leant over and squeezed the bottle, drawing a shape and pulling back to look at it.

"An arrow?"

"Hmm, well, I figured that people used to use apples as target practice."

"Oh, so I'll be harpooning your apple?"

She bit her bottom lip and shook her head, "I didn't think about it like that," she answered truthfully. How come every time they ended up in this dining room together it resulted in masses of innuendos?

"I'm sure you didn't."

"I didn't," she slapped his hand playfully. "I think you may be dirty minded Mr Locksley."

"Maybe, but it takes one to know one."

"How old are you, twelve?" She giggled, trying one of her pancakes, "these are really good," she moaned, applying some syrup.

"Yes they are."

"Regina, Robin."

They both turned to look at Dr Hopper who was walking towards them, "sir?"

"Everyone's meeting outside in ten minutes, I hope you're ready."

"We are," Regina scoffed, rolling her eyes, "we'll be there okay."

"Okay, and Regina, you do know there's a spare seat over there," he pointed to a table of girls.

She rose her eyebrows, "oh I didn't know that girls and boys had to sit separately, I apologise profusely, would you like me to pick up my breakfast and go sit over there on that loud and crowded table?" She saw the stunned look on her teacher's face, "okay then, sorry Robin, I know I said that I would sit with you but…" she went to pick up her plate but was stopped by Dr Hopper.

"No of course not, I was just… never mind." He scurried off and Robin burst into laughter.

"Oh my god, that told him."

"Urgh, he stresses me so much," she chuckled, "I think we better hurry up and eat this before he comes and herds us up like the sheep we are."

"Regina…"

"I know, sorry, I am maybe a little crazy."

"No, I like it."

"You do?"

"I do."

"Good."

Regina stood in the stables, she was glad that she had been put on duty with Daniel again, mainly because she wanted to interact with the horses and really wasn't interested in the other animals, she didn't really fancy engaging with the cows or pigs, horses were within her comfort zone. She stood by the dapple grey, simply brushing her mane. Robin still wasn't in the group that got to work with the horses, today he was engaging with harvesting some vegetables and she had a feeling that he was going to be exhausted by the time they came to go to bed again.

The people in her group had gone on a break, but she was more than happy to stay with the horse, she didn't want to go on a break anyway, surprise, surprise she didn't like anyone in her group, it wasn't her fault, it was them who didn't like her. She was the go to girl for bullies, Tink told her it was because they were jealous and she was prettier than them, but she wasn't so sure, it was probably just because she wasn't very likable and people had preconceived ideas about who she was as a person.

She was continuing to brush the horse when she felt strong arms wrap around her frame as he placed his chin on her shoulder. The scent of forest engulfed her and she couldn't stop the smile from appearing on her face, "hello."

"Hello," he chuckled, kissing her neck lightly, "how are you doing?"

"Oh I'm good thanks, so what are you doing here? I thought you were picking corn or something," she laughed, tilting her head to look at him.

"I was, but do you think they're going to notice if I'm missing?" He asked.

She turned in his arms, her hands coming to his biceps, "what are you suggesting Mr Locksley?" she had a feeling she knew what he was planning.

"I'm suggesting that we bunk off, do you really want to stand there brushing a horse all day?"

"I like your thinking," she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

"So, are you in?"

"Why not?" She nodded, closing the gap between them and kissing him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she sook entrance to his mouth, running her tongue across his lips. Of course he allowed her in, meeting her tongue with his own as his grip on her tightened and he pulled her harder against him. "Where are we going?"

"Wherever that road leads."

"Well, come on then," she grinned, kissing him as she pulled him along with her out of the stables, "let's go."