Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk

(Let's get physical by Olivia Newton-John)

"Come on, just a few more minutes," Regina moaned.

"How much longer can you do this?" Robin groaned out, sweat glistening all over his body. His body was exhausted and he didn't know how much longer he could keep going.

"Getting tired already?" Regina asked with a sexy laugh, "We've only been going at this for..." she looked over at the clock on the wall, "ten minutes. Surely someone of your stamina and physique can keep up with little old me."

"Let's go another half an hour," Robin said as he focused on the task at hand. He soon regretted that challenge he had thrown at her. He was in more pain now than before.

"Hmm, seems like someone is about to give out," Regina said, "pity. I have to say that I'm shocked."

"I'm... still good," Robin gasped out. "Keep going."

"Are you sure?" Regina asked with a smile. "I wouldn't want to wear you completely out."

"Sure you are," Robin murmured under his breath as he wiped his forehead of the sweat.

Regina watched closely as his hands moved on his body. Regina had a thing for hands. She believed they could tell her far more than expressions, people trained their faces to reveal only the thoughts and emotions that were polite, but hands and their movements were difficult to disguise. She could also tell that those hands ached to touch her right now.

Robin Locksley's were competent as well as graceful. They were also under control. Robin himself was very unsettling. Robin worked in a local hospital, he was a pediatrician. Regina herself was a first grade teacher at an elementary school. She had met him two months ago, set up on a blind date by her friend Tink who swore this guy was the man for her. Regina had waved Tink off, thinking she was just on her usual 'I know this guy is for you, it's just meant to be, blah blah blah...'

Regina had agreed to go out on the date with him, thinking she would have a nice dinner and company for the evening. Then after a few pleasantries, he would probably ask her for her number, she would give it to him, and then never hear from him again.

Yes, they had a nice dinner, a very nice dinner as he had taken her to one of her favorite restaurants in all of New York, The London Bar and Restaurant. She had worn a sleeveless red dress. She had secretly loved his reaction after seeing her walk up to the table he had booked in advance.

They had introduced themselves to one another, and eventually started an hour long conversation that involved them discussing their childhoods with him telling how he was an only child as well as her. She told him about the time her mother caught her sneaking a boy into her room, which had resulted in her mother having a fit for about a month solid. Needlessly to say, she never tried that again.

He told her about the time his mum, his mum-she loved that term, obviously an English term. He told the story of how she had come home early one day from work, a day he had said he was sick and stayed home from school, and she too had a screaming fit as well. Robin never did it again, he just snuck into the girl's houses, that was until one of their fathers had come home and promptly punched Robin. Robin had told his mother that he had gotten into a fight at work with a bully.

Their dinner was very relaxing together, Robin was completely charming. He was attentive, sending most of his calls to voice mail, and interested in what she had to say. She was also interested in what he had to say, his voice alone made her skin tingle. What was it about an English accent? She took a sip of her white wine and let it sit on her tongue for a moment while she sorted the flavors, the base notes were of wood and smoke while the top notes were floral. Delicious. Her nose was far better than her taste buds, but she could still sort flavors fairly well by taste.

"So what is your dream?" Robin asked as he let his fingers linger on his own wine glass, as he looked into her eyes.

"That's a big first date question," Regina remarked.

"And your response to my question indicates that there will be a second date?" Robin hinted at with a smirk on his face.

"Depends on where the date will be," Regina said.

"I was thinking about a play," Robin said, "But I will take that as a yes?"

"Jury is still out until the evening is over," Regina said, "But to answer your question, my dream is like that of many others. To keep enjoying my career, have a family one day."

His gaze slipped over her face, and she felt heat curling in her belly, her toes. Oh, how she never wanted this date to end. She wanted to drink champagne under the stars with him, and she wanted to dance in his arms until dawn.

"And what about your dreams?" Regina asked.

"I think mine might be starting tonight," Robin answered as Regina couldn't stop the smile to spread across her face.

An hour later they were at the hallway of Regina's apartment. There was an awkward silence between them as they looked at one another.

One of his hands reached down and settled over hers, and a shiver prickled down her spine. A delicious shiver. Her entire body seemed to move toward him, like a flower turning to the sun. His fingers skimmed along her bare arm. Fire danced in their wake, and Regina wasn't certain she could pull in her next breath.

"I have a dream," he said softly, his body so close to hers now, his beautiful mouth within reach if only she leaned a bit farther forward.

"What is your dream?" Regina whispered.

His fingers slid along her cheek, into her hair, and she felt as if she were melting. She ached and wanted and didn't care what tomorrow brought so long as this man kissed her now.

Tonight.

His lips hovered over hers and her eyes slid closed. Her heart was beating so hard he must surely see the pulse in her throat. But she didn't care. She was too caught up in the beauty, the wonder, the perfection of this night. It was like a fairy tale, and she was the princess who'd finally found a happy ending.

His laugh was soft and deep. It vibrated through her, made her shudder with longing.

And then his mouth claimed hers in a tender kiss that stole her breath away. It was so sweet, so perfect, but she wanted more. She leaned closer, and he laughed again, in his throat this time, before he parted her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Regina couldn't stop the moan that vibrated in her throat.

The kiss suddenly changed, turned more demanding then as his mouth took hers in a hot possessive kiss unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. Their tongues met, tangled, dueled. She could feel the strength of that kiss in her nipples, between her legs. Her sex throbbed and her panties grew damp.

She wanted to be closer to him. Needed to be closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him, losing herself in this kiss, this moment.

Robin finally dragged himself up, away from her, breaking the kiss. Her mouth tingled with the memory of his. Her eyes settled on his mouth, and a thrill went through her.

"My dream," he said, his voice a sensual purr in her ear, "is you agree to another date with me."

She didn't want this night to end, but she wasn't going to rush it. She had made mistakes in the past by jumping into relationships too early. She wanted more of this excitement, this exhilaration.

More of Robin.

"Sometimes, dreams come true," Regina answered.

"Is this one of them?" Robin asked.

"Yes," Regina answered as Robin smiled and bit his bottom lip as he did so.

"I've kissed all your lipstick off," Robin said.

"Then we'll just have to see how much you leave on the next time," Regina said, "you said something about a play?"

"I have season tickets to the Opera, I was thinking maybe The Phantom of the Opera, if you would like to go with me," Robin asked.

"I'd love to see a play with you," Regina answered.

"When?" Robin asked.

"Is tomorrow too early?" Regina asked as they both chuckled at her eagerness.

"I'm game," Robin answered truthfully. "But, how about Friday?"

"Then you have a date for Friday night," Regina said.

Now here they were two months later, after several dates and many, many make out sessions. Robin was trying to outlast Regina, but from the pace she was setting, he was not going to win this.

"Okay, okay, I give," Robin said as he finally stopped. He was complete spent.

"You're admitting defeat?" Regina asked as she looked down at him, his body glistening with sweat.

"To you, anytime," Robin said. She had worn him out, his body had been pushed to the extreme.

"Well, than who am I not to stop all this," Regina said as she moved from him. She walked over to the other side of the room, and picked up a water bottle and brought it back to him. He was lying on the floor. He had agreed to do an aerobic exercise with her at his local gym. He had booked a private room just for them. He had tried his best to keep up with her, but she had outlasted him by far.

"Here," Regina said as she handed him the bottle, which he gladly took. He took a long drink from it. "So, I want to thank you for this."

"Thank me, once my body is not crying out in pain," Robin said.

"And here I thought you would enjoy this," Regina said.

"I have a better idea of what we both could enjoy," Robin said as he pulled her down on top of him, her hands on his chest, his hands went to the small of her back as he held her close to him.

"Whatever did you have in mind?' Regina asked, laughing at his antics.

"I was thinking maybe I could take you on a camping trip?" Robin asked. She was a city girl, he was used to the woods.

"Camping eh?" Regina asked. She knew how much he loved the outdoors, he had spoken of it during a lot of their dates. She wasn't crazy about the outdoors, all the bugs, dirt and all. But for him, she was willing to give it a try. "On one condition."

"Name it," Robin said.

"You have to make smores for me," Regina said.