A/N: For prompt #200 Robin and Regina get caught getting handsy in public of OQ Prompt Party. This entire little scenario greatly amused me and I hope it does you, too.

She blames Mal.

The woman had spent the entire evening plowing her with drink after drink. Every time the gin and tonic in hand had started to run low, another one had magically appeared to replace it. "To loosen you up, darling," had been her reasoning. After all, she knows how tedious Regina can find these industry events. Constantly having to try and impress the big execs, the directors, the producers. Being on one's best behavior.

It's, frankly, exhausting.

Thank god Robin's here. He's kept to the background mostly, quietly doing his job, while she's been engaging in endless conversations, but he's never been far, no more than an arms length away all evening if she'd needed him. And after about the fourth gin and tonic, Regina had needed him. Desperately. She'd even grabbed him by the lapels of his leather jacket and snuck off for a quiet moment in dark corner, attacking his lips with hers, propriety be damned.

A lovely distraction from work for a few minutes before her manager had dragged her away with a huff and an envious glance back at a breathless Robin. The entire thing had made her snicker uncontrollably even as Mal had snagged yet another drink from a passing waiter for her.

But it's led her here.

Apparently, if you get enough liquor into her system, Regina Mills becomes quite handsy (and horny). Robin's directing her outside, their car waiting to return them to the mansion for the night where she can finally be alone with her husband to do all the wicked and naughty things she's been imagining all night long.

Though it's not enough. Their home is too far away and she can't keep her hands from running over his toned chest, down along the rippling muscles of his biceps as his hands fall to her hips to try and steady her. "Regina—" Robin groans as she steps closer, her body flush against his now, breasts pressed tightly to his chest, as she drapes one arm over his neck and leans in to suck at his pulse point. "Now is not the time."

There's a handful of people milling about around them, waiting for their forms of transportation as well, and they are far from alone enough for her to be groping him so openly. If it weren't for the fact she's drunk, Robin knows she'd never even consider it.

He's struggling though, hadn't said anything as Mal had slowly but surely gotten his wife drunk because he knows she's needed a bit of fun. She's been working horrendous hours. Her current film has been taking it's toll and she deserves a night out, a night of carefree enjoyment. Especially when they'd been at an event that she normally doesn't like attending. So he'd stuck to water for the evening and had kept a close eye on her, on those around her, to ensure she'd been safe and protected. And as her affections had grown more daring, quietly, but surely, he let his imagination run wild with fantasies of what they could do when finally alone.

She's been touchy all night, progressively growing bolder and bolder as the hours had dragged on. It'd been a struggle to try and keep them from going too far in public, amongst her colleagues, but he'd managed it. Barely. Now it's gotten to the point where Robin doesn't know quite what to do. Caught between his own sense of propriety and honor and lust for his wife.

Regina hums, nips her teeth into his skin and lets out this tiny little moan that goes straight to Robin's groin. "Don't care. Want you. So much." Her words are slurred and while it should be a deterrent, damn it, she's adorable. Robin shakes his head at her, chuckling when one of her hands slips down to grab a palmful of his ass to give it a squeeze. Her lips find his again and he indulges them both for a moment by allowing it to spin out before pulling away.

Thankfully, their car has circled back around through traffic finally and Robin simply shuffles her into the back seat, climbing in after her and spending the remainder of the ride home doing his best to keep her from giving their chauffer a show.

It's not until the next morning, when Regina wakes with a mild hangover (and even that bit of reprieve only due to the fact Robin had plowed her with water and aspirin before letting her finally jump his bones) and a string of texts from Tink, that she realizes what she's done.

There's multiple links to websites and twitter handles and when she clicks on one of them she sees an image of her draped over Robin, hand on his ass and ankle wrapped around his calf as she kisses him in the shadows outside of the party they'd attended last night show up.

Oh god.

It's everywhere. The image of her groping him splashed across every tabloid news feed she sees as Regina frantically opens a few more of them before flopping back onto the mattress with a groan and tossing a pillow over her eyes. Mortification trickles through her and the dark thought that she's going to kill Mal flickers through her mind as the sound of the door clicking open can be heard through the muffle of the pillow over her.

When she shoves it aside, squinting as the sudden brightness makes her temples throb, Regina sees Robin walking toward the nightstand, carrying a try with what appears to be coffee, water, toast, and a bottle of Excedrin. Normally the thoughtfulness of the gesture would make her melt, but she's too distraught.

"How are you feeling this morning?" he asks cautiously.

In lieu of an answer, Regina picks up her phone again, swipes across the lock screen and then turns it to face him, "Have you seen this?"

Robin frowns, sets the tray aside and then sits down on the edge of the bed to take the phone from her, studying the image for a few seconds before he bursts out laughing. "It's not funny, Robin!" Regina scolds, scowling, that tiny wrinkle forming between her brows.

"I'm sorry, love, but it's a little funny. You were quite the handful last night. I must have missed the paparazzi outside when we left." He lifts a pointed brow, smirking as he adds, "I was a little distracted by someone…" There's a flirty implication in his words, and Regina rolls her eyes at him.

With a huff, she snatches the phone back from him, exiting out of the image and tossing it aside as she mutters scornfully, "Remind me to never listen to Mal again if it has anything remotely to do with alcohol."