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Regina sat in a little café and she watched as Robin went up to the counter to order them something, she wondered if Dr Hopper had realised that they were missing yet. How much trouble were they going to get into for pulling a stunt like this? Probably quite a lot, there were strict rules concerning where students were at certain times. God, what if they were sent home? What if the trip ended before it had even begun? She wasn't ready to be separate from Robin yet, she wanted to continue sharing a room with him.
The doubt was creeping up on her and she was wishing that she hadn't tried so hard to impress him by bunking off. No, what was she saying, it was her own fault, she had been the one who had decided to go along with him, she had the option to say no, she had the option to just stay at the farm and she didn't, she didn't because she wanted to spend more time with him, wanted to go exploring.
He turned and winked at her from his place at the counter, she smiled and her heart swooned, yes, she had definitely made the correct decision in agreeing to go along with him. She looked down and shook her head as she played with the edge of the tablecloth, she didn't know what would come of this, but she just hoped that she wouldn't get hurt, that Robin would protect her heart and not crush it.
A glass was placed in front of her along with her sandwich and she looked back up again, "thanks."
"You are very welcome," he nodded sliding into the booth beside her with his own lunch, "what you thinking about?"
"Oh, I was just thinking about Dr Hopper and him finding out about this."
"Oh don't worry about it, I got Will to cover for us."
"What? Will knows that I am with you?" She asked, thinking about the boy she had developed a strong dislike for, she didn't trust him one bit, even if he was Robin's friend.
He shrugged and shook his head, "well I had to tell someone, someone had to cover for us, don't worry, he's just telling Hopper that we are both ill okay."
"Don't you think that might look a little suspicious that he saw us together this morning and now we're both ill?"
"Don't worry," he chuckled rubbing her knee playfully before picking up his sandwich, "I'm not going to let you get into trouble Regina, that's the last thing I want to do, I just wanted to spend some time with you," he stated.
She turned to look at him and smiled, before taking a bite out of her own sandwich, it was good, really good, the perfect balance of BLT. "So, what are we going to do?"
"What do you want to do? I don't think there is much around here really."
"No, it doesn't seem like it," she shook her head, all she had seen was fields, trees, a couple of shops and a park. "There was probably more to do at the farm," she laughed, sipping her lemonade.
"Hmm, but I don't get you all to myself on the farm," he wrapped his arm around her and played with her hair.
"Do you want me all to yourself then?" she questioned, copying his earlier action and placing her hand on his knee, she was being daring, she would never usually be so bold, but she figured Robin probably liked that and today apparently, she was in the mood for taking risks, first she had kissed him and how happy she had been about that, now she was touching him, what was going on with her?
"Oh yes," he nodded, pressing his lips to hers gently.
She hummed against him, her hand stroking his cheek as she pulled back first, "I could get used to this."
"Agreed," he smirked as they both turned back to their lunch.
She wondered what Robin saw in her and how long he had felt that way, had it only just started since they had been sharing a room? Or had there already been something there? He had stuck up for her a couple of times, mainly when his dumbass friends would throw stuff at her, which happened quite frequently, she was used to it though, it wasn't anything new. He had stood up to his friends and admonished them, but that didn't necessarily mean that he liked her, it just meant that he didn't like to see people being picked on. She was dying to ask him, but wasn't feeling brave enough.
A little while later they were sat on the swings in the deserted park, just rocking slowly back and forth as they looked at the rolling hills, "It's so peaceful here," Regina stated, closing her eyes, "it's as though all the rest of the world just disappears and it's the two of us, here on these children's swings. It's an escape from everything."
He laughed and nodded, "I know what you mean," he looked straight forward, a pained expression coming onto his face. She furrowed her eyebrows and reached a hand out to touch his.
"Robin?"
"What?" He asked, snapping back out of it and smiling at her. She wasn't buying it though, it was clearly all a front, something was going on and she wanted to know what it was, wanted to let him know that he could tell her whatever it was.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I was just thinking about something," he stood from the swing and moved around the back of her, beginning to push her steadily.
"Life?"
"Life," he sighed, "escaping from life."
"Why would you want to escape from life?" she asked, turning her head to look at him, "you have everything, you're popular, you have friends, everyone loves you."
"Trust me, I don't have everything." He stopped pushing her and she stood from the swing, taking his hands in hers as she noticed the sadness in his eyes.
She tilted her head as she looked at him, just looking into his eyes made her want to cry, he looked like he was physically hurting, she wanted to know what she could do to stop it, to take away his pain. "What is it?" She whispered, her hand coming to cup his cheek as her body came closer to his. "Robin?"
He brought his hands up to swipe the tears from his eyes and shook his head, "you're not the only one who didn't want to come on this trip."
"You didn't?" she asked in surprise, all his friends were here, so she just assumed that he would have wanted to be with them, come on this holiday to mess about and have fun with everyone else. "Why not?" her hands moved to the back of his neck and she played with his hair. Something was clearly going on, people didn't just cry for no reason and she had Robin down as the type to bottle up his emotions.
"I haven't told anyone."
"Told anyone what?" she questioned, bringing him over to a picnic bench and sitting down with him, her hands not leaving his body, making sure that she was comfortingly caressing part of him.
"I didn't want to leave someone back home."
"Who?" now she was really curious, she needed to know what he was going through in order to comfort him properly and it would probably make him feel better to get it off his chest, she knew she always felt better after a good rant to Tink.
"My mum," he shook his head, running his hands over his face.
"It's okay," she whispered, pulling him into her arms and hugging him, he held onto her tighter than he had done before. She knew there was something else to this, it wasn't just Robin being homesick, not a chance, something must be wrong with his mom.
"No, it isn't," he cried.
"Robin," she spoke, her voice low and comforting, "you know it helps to talk," she rubbed his back, kissing his neck lightly.
"I don't want to put all this on you. God, what's wrong with me? You must think I'm…"
"I think you're forgetting who you're talking to here, the biggest mess in High School," she laughed, pulling back to look at him, "I am not going to force you to tell me."
He cast her a weak smile and took a deep breath, "my mum… she has… she's dying, she…"
"Oh Robin," her heart was breaking as she watched him battle with himself, trying to stop himself from breaking down in front of her, "I know you probably don't want to hear this, but I know what you're going through, my dad died when I was ten, it messed me up pretty badly, about a million therapy sessions later and here stands Regina Mills." She sighed, "the girl who still cries sometimes at night because she misses her father. I know how much it hurts Robin," her nose began to tingle, a familiar sign that the tears were about to come, she scrunched it up and shook her head, "god it hurts."
"It's torture," he breathed.
She stood up and sat down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her head against his chest as he dropped his face to press against her, holding her securely on his lap. "I'll be here for you, I promise," she whispered. She felt an even deeper connection to him now. He had told her something that was so painful, yet it was massive, he hadn't told anyone, none of his friends, yet he'd told her, he'd allowed her to see him vulnerable and that had to mean something. She needed to comfort him, even if they had literally started seeing each other that morning, she just felt as though it were her job to make sure that he was okay.
He straightened up and she followed suit, looking at him intently as she rose her hand to his cheek, she hadn't told anyone about her dad either, nobody except Tink knew, they just thought she was the girl without a dad. "Regina, I'm sorry, about your dad."
"It does get better."
"She's not even gone yet and I can't help but think that I'm going to be alone, how am I going to cope alone? I need her, she's all I have."
A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked into his watery blue eyes, "you will cope," she nodded, kissing his cheek. "Shit, really shouldn't have brought up the topic," she laughed humourlessly and shook her head.
"No," he chuckled, "I'm glad you did, I feel a lot better getting all that off my chest. It doesn't hurt as much when I'm with you," he sighed pressing his lips to hers, "you help me forget, you help me escape, when I'm with you, you're the only one I can think about."
She smiled at him and shook her head, "do you want to head back?"
"We probably should," he sighed.
She stood up from his lap and picked up her bag, taking something out of it. "I'll let you have some of my strawberry laces," she smirked, holding out the packet of sweets that she had bought from the shop.
"How can I pass up that offer?"
"You can't," she shrugged, taking a couple out and plaiting them around his wrist in a bracelet. "There, a few for the road."
"Oh yeah, well, would you like some of mine?" He held out his packet of rainbow coloured sweets, she took a few and popped them in her mouth. He was watching her intently and she furrowed her eyebrows before her eyes went wide and she saw him burst into laughter.
She ungracefully spat them into a tissue she had in her pocket and turned to him, "Robin!"
"Sorry," he held up his hands still laughing.
"They were so sour," she stuck her tongue out and shook her head, screwing her eyes shut, "yuck, how can you eat those?"
"They really aren't that bad," he shrugged.
"Tell that to my tongue because it really wants to kill you right now," she scoffed, glad to see him laughing again.
"Hmm? Does it now?"
"Dirty minded Locksley, I am going to get you for that, so you better start running."
"Oh I'm scared," he chuckled, beginning to walk off.
She smiled to herself, she knew he was still in pain though, it never really went away, however much he suggested that she took his mind of it, it would still be there, nagging at him, knowing that his mother was dying, it was a terrible burden. She let him walk for a little while, just watching him as she slung her bag over her shoulder.
He turned back to her and rose his eyebrows, "you coming? Miss overreact?"
"I'm giving you a head start," she shouted back, before beginning to jog towards him, he had his back to her and she jumped on him.
He lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, "now, carry me back."
"You want me to carry you?" He laughed, looking over his shoulder at her.
"Yes," she leant down and kissed his shoulder, before simply pressing herself against him, "get me back to the palace thief."
"Thief?"
"Don't question your Queen," she giggled, hugging him. Pretending like she hadn't just made it all up on the spot, her name did mean queen and he was called Robin, hence the Robin Hood reference.
"You know those laces you gave me for the road?"
"Hmm," she nodded against his back.
"I can't reach them for holding onto your legs."
"Oh," she laughed, taking some out of her bag and dangling one in front of him.
"Why thank you your majesty," he ate it from her hand, but she released it before he got close enough to touching her skin.
After a little while of walking, well Robin was the one walking, she was literally clinging to his back like a baby monkey, but that wasn't the point, she noticed something, "look at that," she stated, pointing to a fun fair.
"Ooh, cool."
"Do you think it opens?" She asked, it didn't look run down, it seemed like it might come into town and then leave again after a little while, it probably wasn't a permanent feature.
"Probably, let's go read the sigh," he hiked her up further onto his back, still holding her legs tightly as he crossed the road to read the sign on the fence. She had tightened her grasp on him and was looking up at the big ferris wheel.
They reached the gate and she read the words, "it opens at seven, till twelve."
"Hmm, fancy sneaking out later?"
"Yes! Eating too much candy floss and riding so many rides you feel nauseous is one of my favourite things."
"Are you joking?"
She furrowed her eyebrows, "no." Did he not like fun fairs? What's not to like about fun fairs? There's something for everyone isn't there? Her mother was literally the only person she knew that didn't like them, she wouldn't allow her to go, so she'd have to say she was studying with Tink; what was a small white lie when she got to go on rides and stuff her face with sugary foods?
He chuckled and shook his head, "candy floss? You must be a light weight, I go with the doughnuts, every time."
"Oh my god, warm doughnuts, you're killing me," she groaned, playing with his hair.
"Do you want to come back then?"
"Totally."
"Good." He chuckled, messing around with the zip on one of her boots.
"Am I too heavy?"
"Nope, come on." He continued back in the direction of the farm with her still on his back.
Once the farm was in sight again, she wriggled on his back, he had carried her for nearly a mile, "you can put me down now, I can't believe you carried me this far."
"I was getting fed," he shrugged referring to all the sweets she had been giving him on the journey; straightening up he lowered her to the ground, "I quite liked carrying you."
She chuckled and reached for his hand, she couldn't believe how close they had become in such a short space of time, it seemed they had more in common than she first thought, they had both experienced or were experiencing loss, they had a love for great literature and apparently strawberry laces. They liked animals, enjoyed walking around museums and looking at old things, they just seemed to click, have a strange connection. A connection that Regina had been feeling for four years, even if he was just beginning to experience it, which was something she was doubting more and more with every passing moment.
"You do?"
"Hmm," he laughed, swinging her hand playfully.
"Do you think we can bunk off tomorrow too?" She asked, "maybe we could just pretend to be ill and lounge in bed all day."
"Sounds like a plan," he grinned as they parted some trees and snuck down the path that came out at the stables.
Suddenly, she had a little worry come upon her and she shook her head, "Robin, I just want you to know that…"
"What?" he stopped her in front of the back door to the wooden structure, "what is it?" He asked in concern.
"I just didn't want you to think that I was easy, I don't just…"
"God, Regina I don't think that at all," he shook his head, stroking her cheek and tucking her hair behind her ear, "I really don't and I hope I haven't been coming off that way either, I don't want to take advantage of you."
"Trust me, you're not," she chuckled, if only he knew.
"Good," he pressed his lips to hers before pushing her against the wall of the stable, his hands running over her back; her hands came up around his neck as she kissed him back, loving the feel of his lips against hers. She found the handle to the door and pushed it open, pulling him inside with her, their lips still pressed together.
She let out a little giggle as she bumped into something and finding a pile of hay she dropped down into it. A smirk came onto her face as she reached out to him, he grinned and moved to sit beside her, his hand coming to her face as their lips fused back together again. She lay herself down in the hay and continued making out with him, one of her legs coming up over his hip as he rocked against her. "We should so not be doing this here, what if someone catches us?" She asked, secretly invigorated by it all.
"Right now, I couldn't care less, plus what's the worst they'll do? We're only making out," he groaned, pressing his lips to hers, before pulling back and looking at her, "unless you feel uncomfortable…"
"No, shut up and kiss me." she quipped, literally slamming her mouth onto his as he met her with just as much force. She had never in her life been kissed so thoroughly. The harshness that had been caused by desperation moments ago, dissipated somewhat and their lip began to caress slowly, tenderly as he brushed his hands over her waist. She hummed into the kiss and thought she was in heaven. The way he could be so passionate one minute and then so gentle the next, took her breath away. She wanted to tell him that she was in love with him, confess everything, but now probably wasn't the right time and she didn't want to scare him away, didn't want to take that risk.
They were still kissing, alternating between little pecks and deep sensual snogs, she was quickly becoming addicted to feeling his lips against hers, having his hands on her body, she never wanted to lose it. It was literally four years' worth of dreaming come true, she was Robin Locksley's girl. She slowly circled her hips, trying to ease the tension that had formed between her thighs, luckily for her, one of Robin's legs was in just the right position.
Then she heard a squeaking sound and brought her hand up to stop him from continuing the kiss, "what?" he asked.
"Shushh?" she pressed her fingers to his lips and listened. Someone had just come into the barn, but who was it? Her eyes went wide and she looked at him, "it's Miss French," she whispered, then there was another voice, "and Mr Gold."
"Really?" he moved to get a look, and pulled back, "shit." She began covering herself in hay and he pulled a funny face, "what are you doing?"
"Hiding," she shrugged, he rolled his eyes and began to do the same, until they were both completely covered by the grassy stuff.
"You are lucky I don't have hay fever," he chuckled.
"Shush," she giggled, finding his hand, before listening to the teacher's conversation.
"Belle I've missed you."
"I'm sure you have," she replied in a seductive voice, "what are you going to do about it?"
"Oh god," Regina whispered, "this is so wrong."
"I know," Robin agreed.
"The things I want to do to you," Gold stated.
"What are they?"
"I think I just threw up in my mouth," Regina gagged quietly, earning a quiet laugh from Robin.
"I want to rip that pretty little skirt from your body."
"Please don't," Regina shook her head, "I am not going to stay here and listen to them having sex."
"Regina, shush," Robin chuckled, "I don't think they are going to have…" he was cut off by a low moan.
"Eww."
Gold continued to speak, "I would take you against that wall, in the bale of hay over there."
"Fuck," Robin grimaced.
"Let's just hope they don't go for the hay."
"God Belle, I would make love to you so…"
"Robert, Belle are you in here?"
"Archie."
"Thank god for that," Regina whispered, squeezing Robin's hand. Never had she been happier about Dr Hopper's ability to evade on private moments between people, she really hadn't wanted to listen to where whatever was going on was heading.
"We are all meeting in the courtyard."
"We're coming now." Belle replied, her voice quiet, Regina could hear the awkwardness present and she really had to resist the urge to laugh at her teacher who clearly had every intention of getting it on with her other teacher.
As the barn door closed, Regina shot up out of the hay and spat some out of her mouth as she watched Robin emerge like a scarecrow. "That was gross and way too close."
"I think I would have rather been caught than had to listen to those two hooking up."
"Eww," shook her head, "isn't Miss French like twenty years younger than him?"
"Yep at least."
"Wow, who knew she had a fetish for older men? Not me."
"No, I didn't know they were together."
"You learn something new every day." She quipped.
"I'm just glad we didn't have to listen to just how close those two actually are."
"No, don't want to imagine it, don't want to think about it," she shuddered. Standing up from the ground and bushing the straw off her clothes, Robin did the same and straightened up to look at her.
"You got a little…" he reached over and began to remove it piece by piece from her collapsing pony tail. She brought her hand up and removed the hair tie, shaking her head, sending hay flying everywhere. He laughed and ran his fingers through her hair that was now cascading down over her shoulders and to her waist. "I'm just glad it was clean hay."
She sniggered and nodded, "definitely. Now what? Do you think we should go out to the courtyard for this meeting?"
"Nope, as far as the teachers are concerned, we are ill."
"Oh yes, well then, what do you suggest?"
"Well, I was thinking we could just go back to the room."
"Come on then, but we will have to somehow get passed everyone."
"Ah, how hard can it be?"
Apparently, it was very hard, they had nearly been caught at least seven times, one time Robin had been on the verge of sneezing and she'd had to literally grab his nose to stop him. Then another time, she had caught her jacket on the window as they had been pressed up right next to the wall of the house. They had actually been caught once, that was by Will though and Robin had literally made threatening gestures and he didn't say anything, just returned to listen to Dr Hopper's boring ramble about sheep and their effects on economy, just what was that even about? How could a sheep really have any influential effect on the economy?
Once they were finally past, they laughed the whole way up the stairs to their room, she unlocked the door and dropped her bag to the chair in the corner of the room, before moving to the window and looking out at the people all congregated below, looking bored out of their trees. She closed the curtain again and flopped down on the bed, her feet dangling off the edge as she still had her boots on. She looked over at Robin who was taking off his own shoes. "Bunking off is hard work," she laughed, turning so that she was on her stomach and could kick her feet so they touched her ass.
"So is carrying a fully-grown woman for a mile."
She giggled and shook her head, "it's not my fault you felt the need to prove your strength," she sassed, casting him a bright smile.
"You told me to carry you back," he laughed, unzipping her boot for her and pulling it off, dropping it to the floor, swiftly followed by her second one. As soon as her shoes were off, she pulled her legs up and reached out to him.
"I didn't know you were actually going to do it though, I have to say, you impressed me, Mr Macho." He came to sit crossed legged beside her, she sat up too and brushed her hands over his knees. "You are very strong," she slipped her hands up to his biceps and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, here was her bold side coming out again. "But I suppose you already proved that this morning when you carried me into the shower and got me soaking wet."
His blue eyes pierced hers and her breath caught in her throat at the way they were shining, he was looking at her in a way no one had ever looked at her before and it made her feel all light and fuzzy. He played with her hair and grinned at her, "I'm glad I impressed you."
"You did," she whispered, moving closer and kissing him lightly before pulling back, as much as she might be in love with him, she didn't know if she was ready to make love with him just yet, it would be her first time, so who could blame her for being a little apprehensive. She was sure he had been with other girls, she didn't know how many and didn't know if she really wanted to.
"You're thinking, what about?" He asked.
"Nothing," she shook her head, "I was just thinking about where this might go."
"So you were thinking," he chuckled, "like I told you earlier Regina, I want to give this a proper chance."
She looked down, as much as she didn't want to know, she did, "so, how many girls have you been with?" she asked, looking up and casting him a playful look.
He rose his eyebrows and shuffled slightly, "actually, none."
Her eyes went wide, "none?"
"Shocked?"
"Maybe a little, I just thought you had so many girls who wanted you, so many claimed to have…"
"Yeah, well, I haven't ever actually been with any of them, I mean I've had girlfriends but as for actually taking it that far, it never felt right."
"I see," she nodded, on the outside she was playing it cool, but on the inside, she was having a party of her own, he had never been with anyone! That was major, that meant that their first times would be together, well, if he wanted her to be his first that was, he might not.
"Plus, I have kinda been hung up on someone else for a while."
"What?" her mouth dropped open, no way! No actually frigging way! Was he talking about her? Had he been caught up on her? Why would he tell her otherwise, why would he even be going along with this? He'd told her that the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
"Yep, she's pretty amazing," he stated, stroking his fingers through her hair, "I was too much of a coward to approach her. I thought that there was no way that she'd like me."
She looked at him and took a deep breath, "well, I've kinda liked this guy since freshman year, I didn't even think he'd noticed me."
"He'd be stupid not to have," he whispered. "So are you over him?" He asked, pulling back.
"I could probably never be over him," she sighed, and hoped he knew she was talking about him, otherwise it was a major turn off.
"Do I know him?" He asked.
This was her opportunity, he had given her the perfect come back the previous day, "oh you know him."
"I do?"
"I should say so, in fact, you know him very well."
"Really? It isn't Will is it?"
"No," she chuckled, shaking her head, moving over to him, and nudging him playfully, "let's just say I've never thought I'd never even be in a room alone with him, never mind actually be sleeping in the same bed as him and kissing him."
"Oh you mean me?" He laughed, pressing a hand to his chest in mock shock, clearly, he had known she was meaning him.
"Yes." She breathed, it was nice to tell him, especially considering his reaction.
He grinned and pecked her lips gently, "glad I'm not the only one," he whispered.
Her heart was actually bursting with happiness, he had liked her! He had felt something for her too! She was buzzing, absolutely stunned, she couldn't believe it, it was crazy, how did he even know she existed, never mind actually have feelings for her? It kind of explained why he hadn't pushed her away earlier, why he'd let her in, she was so glad he had.
Robin and Regina had briefly slipped down to the lunch hall, separately of course, both were dressed in slacks and hoodies, whilst putting their best acting skills to use and pretending to be full of cold. Regina had even gone that extra mile of putting blusher on their noses, hoping to con their teachers into thinking that they were sick. Dr Hopper had told her to go straight back to bed when she had faked a coughing fit at the water cooler. As soon as she escaped out of the dining room, she laughed with Robin who was waiting for her.
Nine o'clock came by and after changing back into their normal clothes, they moved to the window, "I can't believe I have to climb out of here again," she giggled.
"Have you got your coat?" He asked, beginning to climb down the ladder.
"Hmm," she nodded, waiting for him to reach the ground, before moving out herself. They couldn't leave through the front door because that would be risking getting caught, "you'll catch me if I fall right?"
"Sure," he chuckled, "now come on, before someone else catches you with your pretty little ass hanging out of the window."
"Ooh do you like my ass Mr Locksley?" she asked, casting him a smirk over her shoulder as she made her way down to the ground.
"I think you know the answer to that Miss Mills," Robin laughed, as he placed his hands on her hips and lifted her from the ladder so that her ass was pressed against him.
"I think I do," she giggled, wriggling against him, before turning around and pecking his lips, "come on, let's get out of here." They grabbed each other's hands and ran down the driveway, her hair was loose and swishing behind her. As soon as they were out of the gates, they slowed to a walk and laughed, she shook her head and smiled at him, "how much trouble do you think we would get into if we were caught doing this?"
"God, a lot," he shook his head, "but I really don't care."
She rolled her eyes playfully, thinking about what her mother would say, she would probably pull her out of school and demand that she be home schooled again, that was not happening, she wouldn't be able to deal with it. However, she was willing to risk it, she needed to keep Robin's mind off everything that was happening back home and was pretty sure that she was succeeding. "Me neither," she chuckled as she heard music tinkle down the street from the carnival. "I am so excited about this!" She turned to him, pulling on his hands, "come on!"
"I'm coming," he laughed, hurrying up to match her pace. She reached the gate and Robin bought them some tickets as they hurried inside, "so, what do you want to do first?"
"Bumper cars?" she suggested, raising her eyebrows.
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
"Why are you scared that I'll beat you? That I might bump you too much?" She grinned, wriggling her eyebrows playfully.
"Oh no, I just don't know if you'll be able to take it."
"I'm sure I will." Regina hurried ahead of him and got into one, "Robin, come on!"
After they had literally been on every single ride, they arrived at one of the stalls where you had to knock down the bottles in order to win a stuffed toy. "Ooh, look at that little guy," she cooed pointing at a pink beanie frog, "he's cute."
"He is," Robin smiled.
"I can't play these games," she shook her head, looking at the toy, before turning to look at him, he was staring at her and she pulled an odd face, "what?"
"Nothing, I just want to win you that toy."
"Really?" She sniggered, "are we in some sort of teenage movie where the guy wins his girl a toy from the amusements?" Secretly she kinda wanted that.
"Why not?" he shrugged, paying the man for a go. "I knock the bottles down right?"
"Yep, stand on that line and knock em down."
"Cool, Gina," he passed her a ball.
"I will not be able to hit that," she shook her head. She wouldn't, she didn't have a very good aim, she had a better chance of hitting the stall owner than those bottles.
"Humour me," he chuckled, standing behind her and caressing her waist, pressing a light kiss to her shoulder.
"Fine," she sighed and pulled her arm back, releasing the ball only for it not to even get over the boundary.
"Oh my god, that was really…"
"Watch your words mister," she narrowed her eyes at him, "I told you I couldn't throw."
"Hmm, I should have believed you."
"Hey," she smacked him playfully, "it's harder than it looks you know." It felt so natural, just being with Robin and having fun with him, she loved that they had this great ability to just joke with one another.
"Go on, try again."
"You only got three balls."
"I only need one."
"Ooh someone's big headed," she taunted, throwing the other ball up in the air and trying to catch it again, only to fumble around and drop it. "Not a word."
"Pick it up," he chuckled. She rolled her eyes and bent down to collect the ball.
"Something tells me your missis isn't going to win her frog." The man with the silly hat that was stood behind the table laughed.
Regina furrowed her eyebrows, thinking that the idea about hitting the stall holder was becoming more and more appealing, "oh I'll show him who can win her frog," she scoffed, flinging the ball and knocking the hat from his head, stopping his laughter as he straightened up, "shit."
"Regina!" Robin laughed, "I don't think that was where you should have been aiming."
"I didn't mean to," wow, she wouldn't have been able to do it better if she had tried, that was just perfect. "Sorry."
"God woman, take your frog." The man held it out to her.
"No, I didn't win it," she didn't want to be treated any differently just because she had nearly knocked his head off, however much she might want that toy.
"We have one ball left," Robin chuckled, "kiss for luck?"
She leant up and pecked his cheek before stepping back and watching him as he threw the ball at such a pace that she heard the noise of the milk bottles falling before she registered that he had even hit them. When she saw that they were all down, she flung her arms around him and laughed, "yes!"
He kissed the side of her head, before reaching past her and taking the frog from the proprietor who was casting them a strange look, "thanks," Robin chuckled as he passed it to Regina. "There you go beautiful."
"Aww look at him," she squeezed it and it let out a little croak, "oh my god."
"Wow."
"You get to name him Robin," she smiled as they walked hand in hand towards the food stall, before they were going to end the night by riding the Ferris wheel. "Chose a name."
"Okay, how about, frog."
"Really, that's all you got for me?" She rolled her eyes, "come on, something better than frog, look at him," she held it up in front of him, one eye was a different size to the other and his legs were dangling from his body, but he was cute and she was trying to match its wide-eyed gaze. "Get a feel for his personality, listen to his croak again," she squeezed it and it let out the noise a second time.
"Kermit?"
"Does he look like a Kermit to you?"
"No," Robin laughed as he ordered the food, ten doughnuts, Regina had told him earlier that they would need some for the next day. Four bags of candyfloss, two hot dogs and sodas.
"Robin think."
He turned to look at the toy properly, "okay, how about Boggle?"
"Hmm," She looked down at the frog in her hands, "Boggle," she nodded, "yep, I think he looks like a boggly kinda guy."
"Babe, you are crazy," he chuckled, tucking his arm around her, kissing her temple, "I really wouldn't have you any other way."
"That's a compliment, right?" She smiled, trying to think of when she had last been this happy.
"Of course; can I shove these in your bag?" He asked, holding up the doughnuts.
"Yep, I cleared some space," she unzipped it and he put two of the cans in with the doughnuts and paid the man before they took off towards the big wheel.
Regina rested her head on his shoulder as they slowly went around on the wheel, eating their food as she had her frog tucked under her arm and she was tucked under Robin's. "I had a lot of fun today," she whispered, looking up at him as she pressed her lips to his chest.
"Me too, it's the most fun I've had in a long time, thank you," he brushed her hair behind her ear gently and she shuddered at the contact. It was also quite chilly up at the top of the ride, reminding her somewhat or their time on the roof the night before. "Cold?" He asked.
"Maybe a little."
He took his burgundy scarf from around his neck and wrapped it around her, "it probably won't help all that much."
"Thank you," she smiled, holding it to her, inhaling the scent that was completely Robin.
"You are very welcome, can't have you catching an actual cold, that wouldn't be any fun."
"No it wouldn't," she breathed, nuzzling against him. This really was one of the most content moments of her life, just being with Robin away from everything, everyone who told her that she was worthless, clearly Robin didn't share that opinion, he liked her, more than that, he had wanted to be with her.
The ride was over too quickly and they began the walk back to the farm, pressed as close together as they could get as Robin carried the candyfloss and other snacks, whilst she carried Boggle and her bag, "I'm actually quite tired now," she yawned.
"Hmm, me too," he agreed as they came to the gate and their eyes went wide, "oh no."
"Really?" she groaned, looking at the iron bars that were padlocked closed, "they lock the gates?"
"Clearly they do," he sighed. "We're going to have to climb over it."
"Seriously?"
"Yep, I'll go first and I'll catch you on the other side."
"Will you catch Boggle?"
"Of course," he laughed, beginning to climb up, before dropping down and landing on the side they needed to be on, "pass him through."
She passed the toy and her bag through to him, then found her footing on the fence, this was a terrible idea, they should have known that they would lock the gates at night, it was just common sense, wasn't it? Once she reached the top, she held onto the bars and swung one leg over, it was a bit like mounting a horse, but not having anything to balance on, apart from spikes. She pulled her other leg with her, but her boot got caught on the metal and she wobbled slightly, her leg up in the air. "Robin."
"What are you doing?!"
"My shoe," she tried to pull it, but lost her bearings and her other foot slipped and she fell, but just as she expected to hit the ground, she realised she was dangling upside down, her boot keeping her from actually falling. "Blood rush," she shook her head.
"Oh my god!" Robin placed her stuff down on the ground before grabbing her and righting her again, unzipping her shoe and helping her down to the ground.
She cast him a humorous glance and let out a little snort of laughter, "oops."
"You scared me half to death," he shook his head, picking up her things and passing them to her.
"Sorry, I actually thought I might die there for a minute."
"You wouldn't have, I'd have caught you."
"Is my boot okay?" she asked, examining it, "yep, all good." Her day was now complete, she had been through pretty much each and every emotion, there was nothing better than a near death experience to top off a perfect day. "Come on, I want some sleep tonight, it's like one in the morning."
"Oh yeah," he chuckled, "though it's not like we're doing much tomorrow."
"Hmm, still, I want to get warm," she began climbing the ladder.
"Don't even think about falling off there."
"I won't," she scoffed, slipping back inside, swiftly followed by him.
"Ooh look, you made it alive."
"Of course I did, I don't make a habit out of falling off things."
"Sure you don't. Do you want to use the bathroom?"
"I'm afraid you wet my night clothes," she sighed.
"Would you like to borrow a shirt?" He asked.
"Please," she smiled, taking the shirt from him and slipping into the bathroom to get ready. She inhaled the scent of his shirt and grinned, so this was everything she had ever dreamed of, wearing Robin's shirt to sleep in. In fact, it had been a surreal day, she couldn't really believe that it had all happened, but it had, she had felt everything, every kiss, every caress, all the emotions, she had felt it all.
Sighing she looked in the mirror and grinned at herself, shaking her head, before heading back into the bedroom, Robin was tucking her frog into bed and she burst out laughing, "what are you doing?" She asked.
"I thought that you might want him to sleep with us."
"Aww, cute, don't squish him in the night though," she warned, slipping under the covers and pulling the toy into her arms, "I don't want him waking me up with his croaking."
He chuckled and moved into the bathroom to take care of what he needed to, she listened to him as he ran the water, she closed her eyes and hummed. The water was soothing and she felt really sleepy, then she heard the door open and smiled.
He moved in beside her, pulling her into his arms as she snuggled against him, trapping Boggle in between them. "Robin?"
"Hmm," he kissed her temple, brushing her hair gently.
"I really… I lo…" her head lolled and she couldn't stay awake any longer, she fell asleep before she could finish her sentence.