Prompt: They finally have that drink.

He was waiting for her as she stepped into the house. Roland was curled up on the couch, sleeping soundly and her eyes fell on Robin, her mouth tilting up into a smile as he held up two glasses of scotch.

"I thought it's time that we finally have that drink."

She stepped closer, lifting her hand and trailing her fingers over his scruff. "We just have to do something first."

She reached for the bag behind him on the table and pulled her heart out, holding it towards him. "Would you put it back in?"

"You sure?" He asked softly and she nodded, reaching for his hand and closing his fingers around her heart.

He only hesitated a second before he raised his hand and pressed her heart against her chest, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed it into her, a breath whooshing out of her as it clicked back into place, the feelings overwhelming her in an instant.

"You alright?" He pulled his hand out of her chest and gripped her arms, holding her steady as she staggered.

"Just give me a second." She breathed, leaning against him as she waited for the feelings to ebb down to a bearable level. "Too much feelings."

He wrapped his arms around her, his lips brushing over her forehead. "Take your time. I'm good right where I am."

A smile spread out over her face, her heart beating wildly in her chest and she leaned back, pressing her hands against his chest as she looked up at him. "Let's have that drink now."

He stepped back and reached for the glasses, giving her one and clinking his against hers. "To us."

"To us."

They both lifted their glasses and took a huge sip, Regina closing her eyes for a second as the alcohol burned down her throat.

"So are you ever gonna tell me?"

She opened her eyes slowly, raising one eyebrow in question. "Tell you what?"

"What spooked you the last time? You've looked like you've seen a ghost."

She tightened her fingers around the glass, her eyes flickering to his wrist and she inhaled a deep breath before she pulled the glass out of his hands and put both back on the table, her fingers reaching for his right hand.

"I've seen a ghost." She whispered, pulling his shirt up, her fingers trailing over the ink. "Sort of."

"Care to explain that?"

"Your tattoo ... I've seen it before."

"During the missing year? I don't remember that."

"No, not during the missing year."

"But ..." He stared down at her, a puzzled expression on his face. "We've never met before."

"No, we haven't." Her eyes dropped to his forearm and she brushed her fingers over his tattoo again, her heart slamming into her throat as she breathed. "Because I was a coward."

"Regina?" He pulled her chin up with one finger, forcing to look him in the eyes. "What happened?"

"We were meant to meet sooner. Pixie dust led me to you. But I was afraid. So I ran."

"Why did Pixie dust lead you to me?"

She hesitated for a moment, not sure if he was ready to hear it, not sure if she was ready to say it but the love shining out of his eyes made her say it despite her doubts. "Because you are my true love."

"Is that so?" She exhaled a relieved breath as she saw the grin on his face. "Guess, I didn't stand a chance then anyways."

She smacked her hand against his chest, his grin broadening even further as he caught her hands between his. "Locksley, you are a pain in the ass sometimes."

"I have to be. Otherwise the Evil Queen would eat me alive." He chuckled, pressing his lips against hers before she could give him a retort and she melted into his arms.

"I love you, Robin." The words were out before she could hold them back and she waited with bated breath, not knowing what she should expect.

"I love you too, Regina." He whispered against her skin and she relaxed, her lips searching his again for another tentative kiss before she pulled back.

"Let's go to bed."

"Isn't that a little fast?" She could see the smirk playing over his lips and rolled her eyes.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Robin. We are not alone."

"Right." Robin pulled her back into his arms, both watching Roland on the couch. "But I can still sleep beside you, right?"

A warm feeling settled deep into her stomach as his hand trailed up and down her spine, his warmth and scent enveloping her and she tilted her head, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"Yes, you can."