After a long bath, Zelena sat on the edge of the bed and wiggled her ankle, it was already healing, it seemed her magic was accumulating, when she tried to light a fireball, it sputtered to life and was quickly snuffed out. She growled and hit her closed fist on the bed.
"It's okay. It'll come." She heard from the doorway behind her. She paused at the sight, Robin had come out of the Oz's equivalent of a bathroom. He was wrapped in a towel on his waist. He muscular body on show, she tried to swallow but was stopped when her mouth went dry.
"Yes, well, I'm sure it will." She picked up one of the pillows and grabbed a blanket before kneeling and setting up a makeshift bed on the floor.,
"What are you doing." Zelena let out a deep sigh, clearly exhausted from the day,
"I'm making a bed."
"Zelena don't be ridiculous. We're two grown adults, we can share a bed." Zelena groaned and pondered what she had done in a past life to deserve this. Robin pulled back the cover son one side and slid in. Zelena slid in the other side and got comfortable in one of many positions she had tried. Although she had claimed many a time that Robin irritated the hell out of her, she felt oddly comforted by the heat in the bed provided by another human being. She scooted undetectably closer, Robin made no move and she assumed he had fallen asleep the same his daughter did. As soon as their head hit the pillow. She revelled in this new feeling although it wasn't that new, given the months she had spent wearing Marion. Hell, they'd even slept together. Although it wasn't really her. Zelena flushed in realisation, she was still technically a virgin. She turned away from the man and lay on her side, deep in thought. Only spooked out of her reverie by an arm winding around her waist and pulling her close to a hard, warm chest. She was shocked to realise she was both uncomfortable with the closeness of this man she was meant to hate, and yet comforted by his warmth and the fact that she wasn't alone in this realm. She made no move to move the limb, only debating for a second if she would regret being tangled up with him in the morning. Eventually she decided she didn't give a fuck and closed her eyes.
Sunshine beamed through a gap in worn, brown curtains and landed straight on Robin's face, rousing him from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open and he went to stretch his limbs only to find one of his arms dead and under a head of red hair and his other trapped around her waist. He would be lying if he said it didn't feel good. He hadn't felt this comfortable since Marion. Even Regina, his soulmate, didn't make him feel like this. Her steady breaths fell against the skin of his forearm and it sent shivers up his arm and down his spine. He leaned up slowly and gently to avoid waking the redhead. He gazed at her face in a moment of vulnerability, a moment she couldn't change her mask to hide from the world and he was in awe. Her face void of any make up and the permanent scowl on her face had temporarily moved away and she looked younger than he had ever seen her. If he didn't know any better he could swear there was the workings of a smile on the corner of her lips. He smiled and notice that the scowl had returned and her eyes began to flutter, he hurried back into his original position and pretended to be asleep. He felt her shift under his arm. There was silence and a hand came up to rub the arm around her waist. She stopped, cursing herself for showing any emotion what so ever. She gently lifted his arm and laid it carefully next to his body. She sat up and ran a hand through her hair, easier said than done, since her bath last night her hair had become unruly with bright auburn curls. Her hand got stuck in a tug and pulled and pulled, yet the snag remained intact. She felt a hand cover her own and she gasped.
"Don't do that, it's bad for your hair." Zelena said nothing, her mind still reeling from the position they had found themselves in this morning. Robin carefully pulled strand from strand until the tug was gone. Zelena would admit, it had felt good to have someone work with her hair. Her adoptive mother rarely had time to brush her hair and her father had no interest in her anyway. Even during her time in Storybrooke and New York she'd never visited a salon. This was an odd sensation and she felt oddly relaxed after the treatment. She went to stand to get away from the hand now resting on her shoulder, until she remembered her ankle. She brought up on her knee and attempted another healing spell, this time a wave of her produced the familiar green glow and she felt her ankle heal.
"Well the good news is my magic seems to have acclimatised to this realm." Robin smiled and moved to pick up his clothes from yesterday, he almost dropped them when a green glow flashed across his jeans. "There now they're clean." Robin flashed another smile as she too pulled on her jeans and baseball tee after magicking the temporary nightwear away. After conjuring up some currency they paid for the room and food and went on their way. Which way that was neither of them knew.