The Cowgirl and the Astronaut

The last warm days of summer gave way to the first crisp days of autumn as October started, bringing with it days where one started wearing warm clothing but shedding to lighter ones by the afternoon. It brought a city awash in brightly colored foliage as pumpkins began to make their appearances everywhere.

It also brought Robin and Regina's four month anniversary.

"You are going to celebrate it, right?" Mary Margaret asked as she placed Regina's latte on her desk.

Regina raised an eyebrow. "Do I have to? Doesn't that seem like something you stop doing once you graduate high school?"

"Regina," Mary Margaret sighed. "I know you have some romance in you somewhere."

"Of course I do. It's just past high school drama and into romantic comedy territory."

Mary Margaret laughed. "Fine. Especially because that includes going to parties together as a couple."

"We have done that," Regina replied, confused until it dawned on her. "Is that a segue to a certain annual invitation?"

"Oh, yes." Mary Margaret placed a piece of paper down on Regina's desk. "It's time for David's and my annual Halloween party. This year's theme is Disney couples."

Regina leaned back in her chair, smirking. "Anything to break out the Snow White costume, huh?"

"It's my favorite," Mary Margaret admitted. "And people still talk about the year you showed up as the Evil Queen. It was perfect."

"I could pull it out of storage again."

"And what? Have Robin go as the Huntsman? They weren't much of a couple."

Regina shrugged. "Depends on how you look at it."

"Regina…"

Holding up her hand, Regina smiled. "Relax. Robin already knows what he wants us to go as. And I have strong suspicion that it'll fit your theme."

"That's great! I can't wait to see you two then." Mary Margaret excused herself, leaving Regina's office.

Once the door closed, Regina leaned back in her chair as her eyes swept over her desk. She wasn't one for personal knick-knacks on her desk and that had extended to photographs. Except for one, now sitting in a stylish black frame next to her computer monitor. It held a beautiful black and white photograph, showing her in a ball gown wrapped in the arms of a handsome tuxedo-clad man.

She picked it up and smiled. The photograph had arrived a few weeks ago with a note from Tink, Marian's wedding photographer. She had taken it at the reception, a quiet moment between Regina and Robin after deciding to make their relationship official. Regina was glad she had kept her promise to send a copy and immediately decided to keep it on her desk, so she could look at Robin whenever she wanted.

They had made it the entire summer and now into the fall. Given her past relationships, that was a huge accomplishment but at the same time it didn't seem special, like she expected to do this. Because Robin was different. He was kind and seemed willing to do anything to make her smile. She found herself wanting to do the same, loving the dimples that his smile revealed. And if that meant making a fool of herself sometimes…well, she found Robin was worth it.

Like the last weekend of summer, when they had gone to her friend Kathryn's barbeque. With Kathryn's permission, they had invited some of Robin's friends and they convinced Regina into a water balloon fight. She was a thirty-something year old woman, an award-winning ad executive and she had ran around her best friend's yard tossing balloons at supposedly grown men. It had been the best time she had had in a long time. Especially when Robin had tackled her, sending them both into the kiddie pool they had set up. They had sat in the water, cuddling until Kathryn told Will to dump them out, smiling the entire time as she teased Regina.

"I thought you mocked couples like you and Robin," she had told Regina as she handed her a towel.

Shrugging, Regina smiled. "I guess I just had to meet Robin to see the error of my ways."

Now, she knew he would talk her into whatever costumes he had planned for them. If she was honest, she was excited to have someone to dress up with. She was excited to dress up with him.

Regina stood at her stove, stirring her sauce as music played in the background from Robin's laptop. Most of them were sappy love songs, which made her roll her eyes though it seemed fitting for him.

His strong arms wrapped around her waist and he pressed a kiss to a patch of skin bared where her sleeve slipped off her shoulder. "It smells delicious, lovely," he whispered.

"Thank you. But you need to stop distracting me or I'll burn it."

"I'm a distraction, hmm?"

"Of course you are." She leaned back into his embrace. "You're too sexy for your own good."

He chuckled, kissing her neck. "So are you, you know."

She felt her cheeks grow hot and told herself it was just from the stove. Taking a spoonful of sauce, she blew on it before turning to Robin. "Here, try this and tell me what you think."

Robin kept his eyes on her as he lowered his mouth to the wooden spoon. He took a taste and then another before smiling. "It's delicious."

"So you think it's ready?" She tried a bit herself and nodded. "Yes, it's ready. Can you set the table?"

"Of course." His hands fell from her hips and she found she missed their warm weight immediately. She busied herself finishing up the pasta as Robin reached up for her plates. His shirt rose up, revealing the line of blond hair that started at his navel and disappeared under the waistband of his boxers, peeking out over his jeans. Closing her eyes, she took a steadying breath before turning to the table with a bright smile.

They sat down and Robin raised his wine glass to her. "A toast for the beautiful chef."

"I guess I can drink to that," she replied, smirking. They clinked their glasses before taking a sip.

Regina didn't start eating right away, instead watching him as he eagerly dug into her dinner. As he closed his eyes and leaned back, a satisfied smile on his lips. While she loved going out and having someone else cook, she loved these quiet nights they spent in each other's apartment more. It was just them, relaxed in jeans and t-shirts and uninhibited.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked, watching her. "Or are you not hungry?"

She smiled, finally taking a bite. "No, I was just lost in my thoughts."

"Good ones?"

"Very good ones," she replied, beaming at him.

He smiled, reaching over to take her hand. "I hope I was in them."

"Of course. I told you they were very good, right?"

"You are very good for my ego," he replied, kissing her hand. "But not so much my stomach."

She smirked. "You should see what's for dessert."

"You bake as well?" His mouth fell open before he groaned. "I'm going to need to invest in new pants."

"Drama queen." She rolled her eyes. "And yes I bake, though not in the summer. Too hot. And I didn't make tonight's dessert. I haven't gone apple picking yet."

"Apples?"

Regina nodded. "My specialty is anything with apples. Apple pie, apple turnovers, apple tarts, apple sauce, and so on."

"What about pumpkin?"

"What about it?"

"Do you make things with pumpkin? Like pumpkin pie?"

"I'm not a big fan of pumpkin," Regina admitted. She narrowed her eyes. "You're one of those people who love that pumpkin spice shit, aren't you?"

He rolled his eyes. "Just because you don't like, doesn't mean it is shit."

"So I'll take that as a yes, then?"

"Yes," he said, crossing his arms. "I like that pumpkin spice shit."

She nodded. "Then I'll know to get you something with pumpkin spice until this season is over."

"Even though you detest it?"

"You like it." She shrugged. "I'm not going to make you stop drinking it."

Robin smiled and took her hand. "Does this mean you might attempt a pumpkin pie for me?"

"Maybe," she said. "Anyway, finish your pasta or we won't ever get to dessert."

"We're adults, Regina. I don't think we have to follow that old rule." But he dug his fork back into his pasta and began eating again.

Regina placed their dirty dishes in the sink and began running the water. She felt Robin's arms wrap around her waist again. "I wish you would let me do the dishes," he said, kissing her neck. "You cooked, it's only fair."

"You're my guest, Robin. I don't make guests do chores."

Robin sighed. "I'm not a guest, Regina. I'm your boyfriend. And boyfriends are allowed to help their girlfriends with the chores."

"Fine." Regina picked up the dish towel. "You can dry. Happy?"

"Very." He kissed her cheek as he took the towel from her. Leaning against her counter, he began drying. "So, how was your day?"

She smiled, secretly enjoying how domestic this was. But she wasn't going to pass up the chance to tease him. "You're making small talk while we clean?"

"Would you rather we sang?"

"Do I look like Snow White? That's Mary Margaret's deal," Regina replied. She paused before continuing. "Speaking of her, she and David are hosting their annual Halloween party."

"And I take it we're invited?"

Regina nodded. "I go every year, even when I think their themes are stupid."

"And what do you think of this year's theme?"

"It's not as bad as the bowl of fruit theme. That was a disaster."

Robin's eyebrow went up. "What happened?"

"Nearly everyone showed up as a banana."

He let out a belly laugh that spawned a few chuckles from Regina. Turning to her, he asked, "So did you go as an apple?"

"No," she said, proud. "I went as a painter."

"Clever and creative." Robin's eyes twinkled. "No wonder they've given you a Clio."

"And they gave me the best costume award that time."

Robin smiled. "There are awards? Can I see it?"

"Uh no. I ate it before I even went to bed that night," Regina admitted. "It was chocolate."

"Your kryptonite," he teased. He had discovered her secret stash of chocolate under her secret stash of comic books in a container under her bed one day and loved to tease her about it, though she believed it was something that attracted him to her more.

Regina snapped the towel at him. "Anyway, this year's theme is Disney couples."

"Really?" His eyes lit up. "That's perfect for the costumes I have planned for us."

"I figured as much," Regina replied, heading toward the refrigerator. "You ready for dessert?"

He nodded as his phone buzzed. She pulled out a box from The Muffin Man, having run out there while visiting a client in Storybrooke. Opening it up, she pulled the two slices of cheesecake out and placed them on plates. She picked them up and turned to face Robin. "Surprise!"

Robin put down his phone, his frown morphing into a smile. "Is that from where I think it's from?"

"Yes, it is!" She handed him his plate before sitting back down. Regina pointed to his cell with her fork. "Is everything okay?"

He sighed but nodded. "John's on a date and he just texted me not to come home tonight."

"Ooh, lucky him." Regina tilted her head. "Were you prepared for this?"

"Yes, John thought this might be a possibility. I have my overnight bag in the car. I just have to find a place to crash for the night."

"Stay here," Regina said.

He paused, playing with his fork. "Are you sure? I don't want to be an imposition."

"How is a boyfriend spending the night with his girlfriend being an imposition?" She reached out and took his hand. "I want you here, Robin."

Robin laced his fingers with hers. "Thank you. And I can sleep on the couch if you want."

"Okay, but I can assure you the bed is more comfortable." She smiled at him.

He laughed, nodding. "Then if you don't mind the fact I'm a cuddler, I'd love to share your bed."

Regina pulled out a few more pillows and set them up on the left side of her bed, preferring to sleep on the right since her nightstand was there. She heard Robin moving about her bathroom, getting ready for the night, and her heart started beating faster. After retrieving his overnight bag from his car, he had assured her that he had no plans to do anything but sleep next to her. It was comforting as she knew she wasn't ready for more with him.

But she was getting there. She felt herself growing more and more comfortable with Robin, letting down her walls one at a time. He brought out her passionate side and the flames licked her with his searing kisses along her neck, his warm hands caressing her bare skin when he dared to slip under her shirt, and his soft declarations of adoration.

The door opened and she heard Robin click off the lights. He wrapped his arms around her and she smelled his woodsy aftershave mixed with the undercurrent of mint from his toothpaste. She ran her hands over his bare arms, loving the feel of his muscles. They stood there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being together.

"Thank you for letting me stay," he said, kissing her neck.

She turned her head to look him in the eyes. "You don't have to keep thanking me. I want you here."

"I know, but I get the feeling that it's something you haven't done in a long time," Robin replied. "I'm honored you're letting me."

Regina kissed his cheek. "Get in. It's getting late and I'm hoping to go apple picking tomorrow."

"Can we get a pumpkin too?" Robin asked, climbing into bed next to her. He gave her puppy dog eyes. "You need a Jack-o-lantern, you know."

She laughed as she pulled the blankets over them. "I think it's a bit too early. We can go back and get a pumpkin later."

"Promise?"

'You really love Halloween, don't you?" she asked, propping herself up with her elbow.

He nodded. "It's a fun holiday. You get to dress up, eat all the candy you can buy and get some pretty nice themed drinks at bars. And it's free reign to scare the living daylights out of everyone."

"I'd never picture you as the type to hide in a fake mask and jump out of closets."

"I'm not," Robin replied, indignant. "That's child's play."

Regina laughed as she shook her head, turning out the lights. 'Good night, Robin."

"Good night, Regina." He wrapped his arm around her waist, spooning her. She settled against him, smiling at the feeling of being in his arms.

Her internal clock woke her up around eight and as she returned to consciousness, she grew aware of Robin's presence in her bed. He wasn't wrapped around her any more, since she moved during the night. The warmth from his body still enveloped her like a fourth blanket though and giddiness filled her just knowing he was so close.

She rolled over, watching Robin as he slept. He still faced her and he had his arm tucked under the pillow. Regina reached up to trace his face, from his thick eyelashes down to his open mouth. He let out a snort as he closed his mouth, reaching out for her to pull her close again. While she had planned to get up and start breakfast, she lost her desire to get out of bed. Instead, she snuggled closer to him and joined him in sleep again.

Feather-light kisses woke her a short time later and she smiled, keeping her eyes closed as Robin's lips sought every last inch of her face. Both arms were wrapped around her, holding her flush against his body. She sighed as he nuzzled her. "Good morning, lovely," he said.

"Good morning," she whispered back, opening her eyes to look right in his. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Nothing if it means I get to spend more time here wrapped up in you," he replied.

She smiled, her cheeks heating up. "That is a very tempting offer."

"But…?"

"Apple-picking," she said, sitting up. "This is the best weekend for me to go."

He nodded, sitting up as he stretched. "Fine. But how about we go out to eat?"

"You just want your pumpkin spice shit, don't you?"

"I want The Muffin Man," Robin replied, pulling her close. "Those strawberry strudels dance through my dreams."

She laughed. "I guess it's a good thing the route to my favorite orchard goes right through Storybrooke."

"Then do you want to use the bathroom first?" he asked. "It is yours."

"But I'll probably take longer. You go first."

He climbed out of bed and as he passed by her, Regina grabbed his arm. She smiled up at him. "Robin, I hope you stay the night more often."

"I think I will," he said, crouching down to be eye level with her. "I slept like a baby next to you. I haven't done that for a long time."

She pressed her hand to his cheek. "I enjoyed having you next to me as well. This may be hard to imagine, but I do like being cuddled at night."

"Not at all," he replied with a smile. He leaned forward, kissing her before slipping into her bathroom.

Regina collapsed onto her bed, a silly smile on her face. She was falling more and more every day and for the first time in a long time, she didn't fear it. Instead she opened her arms and let the wind rush past her, waiting to see what kind of impact she had when she reached the bottom.

As they got closer and closer to Halloween, Robin turned more and more into a little boy. Regina had shown up at his apartment one day carrying two trays of fresh apple turnovers for him after getting a text from him accusing John of eating the last batch on him. She knocked on his door and jumped back when a skeleton fell toward her when the door opened.

"Oh, sorry, Regina. Are you okay?" Robin peeked around the decoration, concerned.

She nodded. "Yeah, just be more careful next time."

He shifted the skeleton and let her in, kissing her cheek as she passed him. "You're just in time for decorating."

"Take a good look at this, Regina," John said from his spot on the couch. "This is your future if you stick with Robin. You have time to get out."

She laughed but shook her head. "I think he's adorable like this. I wouldn't change this for the world."

"Thank you, darling," he said, flashing her a smile as he held a vampire aloft. He turned to John. "Now can you get me the twine?"

"I'm not your servant." John crossed his arms, leaning back as his loose long black hair fell over his face. He glared at his friend.

Regina sighed, setting down the trays. "Where is it? I'll get it."

"No, you're our guest. John can get it," Robin said.

John raised an eyebrow. "No. You can get it yourself."

"Is this about the apple turnovers?"

"It is called 'sharing,' Robin."

Robin crossed his arms, letting the vampire fall from his hands. "I did share. You then ate the rest on me."

"Not all of them. Will had a few when he was here too!" John argued. "But she's made more so you can't ban me from eating them!"

Regina stepped in between the arguing roommates, holding up her hands in the timeout signal. "Look, I brought two trays. One is just for Robin and the other is for you, John. Problem solved!"

John took his tray and ran off to the kitchens while Robin pulled her in for a kiss. "You are a miracle worker," he told her.

"Just like keeping the peace," she replied, smiling. "So do you want some help decorating?"

He smiled. "Of course. You pick up Dracula over there and I'll go get the twine."

Together, they managed to hang up his larger decorations as well as string up the orange lights he owned. A few light up decorations—bats, pumpkins and a ghost—followed before everything was topped off with fake spider webs, complete with plastic spiders.

Robin handed her a beer before wrapping his arm around his shoulders. "So, have you decorated your apartment yet?"

"No," she said, leaning against him. "I figured we'll carve our Jack-o-lanterns tonight and then I'll put it out when I get home."

"And that's it? Nothing else?"

She shook her head and then rolled her eyes when she saw Robin's horrified look. "Don't give me that. Halloween is your thing, not mine. I don't have that many decorations."

"I can rectify that," Robin said, nuzzling her hair. "If you want."

"Something tells me it would make your day if I let you decorate my apartment. But only on one condition."

Robin studied her before asking: "Which is?"

"You let me decorate your apartment for Christmas. That's my thing."

"Deal," he said. Robin turned his head toward the bedrooms in the back of the apartment. "Hey, John, you're off the hook for Christmas decorating as well. Regina's going to do it."

"You are an amazing woman, Regina Mills. If it flames out with Robin, I will certainly like a shot."

Robin glared in the direction of John's room as Regina laughed, winding her arms around his neck. "I only have eyes for you, Robin. And I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon."

"I feel the same," he said, kissing her. She melted into it, surprised at her own words. It was a sentiment she hadn't felt for a long time.

He broke the kiss, giving her a soft smile. "Let's get your Jack-o-lantern carved."

They set themselves up at Robin's kitchen table, covering the area with old newspaper as Robin pulled out all his tools. "You have a whole carving kit?" she asked, brow raised.

"I am serious about Halloween and Jack-o-lanterns. I even won a prize once."

Regina poked him. "Not sure if you're a god come to earth or a serial killer. Maybe both."

"I promise you I'm not perfect."

"Uh huh," she said, crossing her arms. "Please tell me that you're not hiding a sewing machine in your room and are making our costumes from scratch."

He laughed and shook his head. "I'm hopeless with a needle and thread. My gran can tell you that."

"I don't know," she replied. "I think I'll have to see it to believe it."

"Well, we'll figure out that later. For now, let's get this pumpkin carved." Robin picked up a knife and handed it to her.

She found it difficult to concentrate on her task as Robin insisted on standing very close to her. He wrapped his hand around hers as he helped her scoop out the pumpkin, the muscles in his arm flexing against hers with every movement. Robin's other hand rested on her hip and she could feel his hot breath against her neck. Her heart sped up and she felt herself growing aroused from his nearness.

Robin placed a kiss on her neck and she shivered from the sensations coursing through her. "You're teasing me," she said, breathless.

"I love how you react to me," he admitted, kissing her neck at a point he knew made her quiver.

"Robin…" His name came out as a breathless gasp and she nearly dropped the spoon. "Not now. Not yet."

He pulled back a bit, nodding. "Of course, lovely. I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Thank you." She turned, kissing him hard. Pulling away, she smiled. "Shall we continue?"

Robin nodded, wrapping his hand around hers again to help her finish scooping the pumpkin out. She placed the insides into a container to take home, promising him his own pumpkin pie. He kissed her cheek. "You're the greatest."

"I know," she replied, smug. Her smirk transformed into a sincere smile. "Besides, I like doing nice things for you. Anything to see those gorgeous dimples."

He rewarded her with a smile that formed said dimples as a pink tint came to his cheeks. She laid her hand against one, rubbing her thumb over the dimple there. "Absolutely gorgeous," she breathed.

"Oh god. Do I need to make other arrangements for the night?" John stood at the threshold between the kitchen and the living room, arms crossed.

They shook their heads. "Not tonight, John. Don't worry," Robin assured his friend and roommate.

John looked unconvinced but he nodded. "Fine. I'm going to turn in for the night. Do you think you two could keep it down?"

"Of course," Robin told him. "Good night, John."

Once John was back in his room, Robin and Regina settled down to continue carving the face of her pumpkin. She had decided to go for traditional, not wanting to ruin her pumpkin by failing at something more intricate. Robin continued to guide her hand and when they were finished, he placed a tea light inside. "Not as dangerous as a candle," he explained.

"Thank you," she replied before checking her watch. "Is that really the time? I should be heading home."

Robin took her hands in his. "You can stay here," he offered.

She smiled, touched. "That's a really tempting offer and I mean it, Robin. But I don't have anything. I think it's best if I go back to my apartment."

"Then let me walk you home at least. Please?" He kissed her hand as she nodded.

Robin wrapped his arm around her as she carried the container of pumpkin guts and her Jack-o-lantern. His body warmth radiated off her and she snuggled closer to him. She hadn't been very touchy-feely in other relationships but it seemed so natural with Robin. From a simple hand hold to lying wrapped around each other on the couch, she treasured each moment and looked forward to the next.

"What are you thinking of?" he asked her as they turned the corner.

She smiled. "Our goodnight kiss."

"Ahh, good thoughts then," he replied, smiling as well. "But I plan to make this walk last as long as possible, so you might have some waiting to do for that kiss."

"I think I can do that. It'll make the kiss all the better."

He chuckled as they continued closer to her apartment building. "I'll be okay leaving you since I know I'll see you in only a few hours for our date."

"Me too," she replied. A thought crossed her mind and she asked: "Did Marian like Halloween as much as you?"

"No, she barely tolerated it. Agreed to go as Robin Hood and Maid Marian for a couple years. Then she told me no more costumes. At least on her end. But I got the feeling she thought I was immature for continuing to dress up."

Regina frowned. "I think all the adult costumes at the store would prove her wrong about it being immature."

"Still, I'm glad you already liked dressing up."

She nodded before giving him a coy smile. "Maybe one of these Halloweens, you'll get to see my famous Evil Queen costume."

Robin's eyes lit up. "I would love to."

"And when will I get to see my costume for this year?"

"I'll bring it later," he said. "You can try it on. Make sure everything fits."

They arrived at her apartment building and disappointment flooded through her. She was tempted to invite him upstairs, but decided it would make seeing him later that much sweeter. Regina adjusted her things as she leaned closer to Robin. "Well, I can't wait. Until then."

"Until then," he echoed, voice soft. His eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her and she sighed into it, wishing her arms were free so she could wrap them around him.

He pulled back, nuzzling her nose before watching her enter her building. She got on the elevator and turned, finding him still outside on the sidewalk. As the doors closed, he gave her one more wave.

Oh, Robin. What have I done to deserve you?

Mary Margaret and David were able to have their Halloween party on Halloween as it fell on a Saturday. Regina spent the day relaxing and pampering herself in anticipation of a fun night out with Robin. Of course, she was interrupted several times by trick-or-treaters but she didn't mind. Not when she saw how the children's faces lit up when she would fawn over their outfits and deposit candy into their bags. She couldn't wait for the day she took her own child out, though she pressed a hand to empty and useless womb.

There's more than one way to become a parent, she heard Robin's voice in her head. It will happen. You were meant to be a mother.

As seven o'clock drew closer and closer, Regina found herself growing giddier. She donned the yellow and red plaid shirt Robin had gotten for her and placed the red vest over it, pairing it with jeans. Red cowboy boots had been rescued from the back of her closet and as she braided her dark hair in two plaits, her doorbell rang.

She grabbed the red hat and hurried to open the door. Robin stood on the other side, wearing a purple hood paired with a white body suit. Over it he placed what looked like a homemade chest piece with painted on buttons and lights. The back portion of the piece had purple wings attached.

"Trick or treat?" he asked, eyes twinkling.

"Treat," she responded, pulling him in for a kiss. "You look amazing. Didn't know you were into arts and crafts."

He gave her a sheepish smile. "Not really. A coworker is married to an artist. She made this for me."

"Well, she did a great job. Let me grab your bag." She took his overnight bag and deposited it by her couch. After shrugging on her black coat, she picked up her hat and bag. Closing the door behind her, she took Robin's hand and they headed out to the party.

Several Disney characters milled about on the rooftop terrace of Mary Margaret and David's apartment building. Princesses and princes mingled with anthropomorphic animals. Regina recognized most from work and the rest from past parties. As she held Robin's hand, she scanned for their hosts' familiar Snow White and Prince Charming costumes.

"Everyone looks amazing," Robin said, sounding impressed.

She chuckled. "Mary Margaret and David don't play around with Halloween. You three should get on famously."

"Regina? Is that you under the cowgirl hat?" A tall brunette with a warm smile broke through the crowd. She wore a fox costume, with red furry ears and a long tail. The tip of her nose was colored black. She carried a beer, which she almost splashed on Robin as she engulfed Regina in a hug. "It's been years since I've seen you like this!"

Regina laughed, hugging the woman back. "Ruby! I didn't know you were back in the country."

"Got back yesterday from my last assignment. I'm crashing at Belle's for the weekend," Ruby explained. She pulled away from Regina and looked Robin up and down. "Is this the new boyfriend?"

"Robin," he said, holding out his hand. "How do you know Regina?"

Ruby and Regina laughed. "She's my cousin," Regina explained.

"Second cousin, actually," Ruby clarified. "Our mothers were cousins."

"I see. Well, then it's really an honor to meet you." Robin smiled, flashing his dimples.

Ruby crossed her arms, smiling. "The honor is mine. You impressed Aunt Cora. No one's ever done that. Are you some sort of demigod?"

"Yes, he is," Regina answered, ignoring Robin's eye roll.

"You have to make up your mind, lovely," he told her. "Am I demigod or a serial killer?"

Ruby tilted her head before nodding. "Probably both. One doesn't rule out the other."

"You two are cousins," Robin said, chuckling. "So, Ruby, you're a fox?"

"Belle and I talked and decided that Disney couples aren't always romantic, right? So I'm the fox and she's the hound," Ruby explained.

Regina smiled. "Sounds cute."

"Yeah, but I've already been mistaken for being part of the couple dressed as Robin Hood and Maid Marian. Complete with fox ears themselves. They look good, it's just a little annoying."

"I can imagine." Regina hugged Ruby again. "I'll let you get back to Belle for now as we should go say hi to the hosts. See you later?"

Ruby nodded before turning to Robin. "I hope I see more of you."

"You too," Robin said before letting Regina grab his hand and lead him further into the crowd.

People called out to her, mostly greetings and a few compliments on their costumes. She glanced over her shoulder to find Robin grinning like a kid at her. "We're a hit," he told her.

She returned his smile as she found Mary Margaret's familiar blue and yellow dress. "And there's Snow White."

"Regina!" Mary Margaret hugged her boss, already drunk by Regina's reckoning. "You look amazing."

"Thank you. Though the credit goes to Robin. He put this all together," Regina said, motioning to her boyfriend.

Mary Margaret then threw her arms around Robin. "You're amazing," she slurred, swaying with him.

"Uh, thank you," Robin said, giving Regina a look over the brunette's head. Regina shrugged and searched for Mary Margaret's fiancé, David Nolan.

She spotted him as weaved through the crowd, a red cup in one hand and a water bottle in the other. He wore a blue tunic and brown pants, instead of tights, with a toy sword at his hip. David smiled as he saw Regina. "Howdy there, Jessie the Cowgirl. I see you brought Buzz Lightyear with you."

"Charming," Regina acknowledged with a nod. "But we need some help freeing Buzz from Snow's hug."

David sighed, handing her his drink as well as the bottle of water. He then coaxed his fiancé off Robin. "Mary Margaret? Sweetie? Regina would like her boyfriend back."

"Oh. Sorry." Mary Margaret released Robin and stumbled back into David's arms. She chuckled as Regina handed her the water bottle. "Thank you, Regina. You're the greatest, you know that?"

David adjusted her so that he could half carry her. "I'll go take her some place to sober up. See you two later?"

Regina nodded. "We plan to be here the entire night."

"Good," David nodded toward Robin. "I hope we can have a proper introduction later. Sorry about this."

"No worries. You tend to the fair princess and I'll keep this beautiful cowgirl occupied." Robin wrapped his arm around Regina and pulled her close.

David carried Mary Margaret away, no doubt to their apartment a few floors below so she could sober up in peace. Robin glanced down at Regina, eyebrow raised. "You aren't going to give her hell for this, are you?"

"It's too good an opportunity to pass up." At Robin's frown, Regina sighed. "It'll only be some playful ribbing on Monday morning."

"Regina…"

She scowled. "Mary Margaret is my friend and we like to rib each other every so often. It's only ever playful. And I can't pass up this opportunity."

"Would she do the same to you?"

"Yes. And she has," Regina said, wincing. There had been one night when her old sorority sisters had come to town and they spent it hitting the bars like they were college coeds again. Cru was able to drink like she was still in college but time had caught with Ursula, Mal and her. Regina had still managed to get into the office the next day, despite the fact she was pale, had dark circles under her eyes and had a dull throbbing behind her right eye. Mary Margaret had teased her all morning before it turned to concern. She had given Regina a bottle of water, aspirin and strict orders to head home to get some sleep.

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Okay, sorry. She just seems so sweet, I wasn't sure she could hold up under any kind of teasing."

"Don't let Mary Margaret fool you. She may seem like a Pollyanna but she can give as good as she gets, trust me. And I respect her for it. I wouldn't call her a friend then."

"I'll take your word for it," he said. "Though I hope to see her in action soon."

Regina smiled. "I'm sure you will. Now come on. Let's get some drinks and I'll introduce you to the rest of my staff."

She found August and Belle in a corner with several other people from the office as well as Ruby and August's roommate Archie. August wore red pants, a yellow shirt and a black vest. He had added a prosthetic to his nose to make it longer and she chuckled at the sight. "I thought Pinocchio wore shorts," she teased him.

"It's a bit too cold for that. Archie was smarter to choose the character with the warmer costume." He eyed the redhead's suit and top hat, an umbrella resting against his chair. He did wear a gold badge that read Official Conscience.

Robin nodded. "Pinocchio and Jiminy Cricket. I see you followed Belle and Ruby's line of thinking."

"Easier than trying to find a date," August conceded.

Turning to Belle, Regina nodded at her chief researcher and analysis. "Turning your hair into the dog's ears. Creative," she complemented.

Belle ran her hands along her pigtails, smiling. She had also donned a beige dress she had sewn brown spots onto and she had let Ruby give her face a more canine appearance. "Thank you, Regina. You and Robin look amazing."

"This was all Robin's doing," Regina said, smiling at her boyfriend. He squeezed her knee before resting his hand there.

She raised her cup in greeting to her cousin, who returned it before going back to her conversation with two employees Regina only ever called Sleepy and Sneezy. "They're the seven dwarfs at work, hence their costumes tonight," she explained to Robin. "Pretty much, they're our entire art department."

"Nice to meet you all," Robin said, smiling at them.

"So you're the one braving a relationship with the Evil Queen, huh?" Grumpy asked.

Robin frowned again, raising an eyebrow. "Is that in reference to her old costume?"

"I had to run the art department for a while a few years back. Some people disagreed with how I did it." Regina glared at Grumpy.

He glared right back but it lacked any real fire. "She was a strict taskmaster but in the end, she earned our respect. Regina's always welcomed back down into the mines. Especially if she wants to lend us a hand with the art."

"Like to doodle?" Robin teased her.

Regina's cheeks heated up but not from his teasing. She knew he was about to learn about one of the secrets she had yet to divulge, not yet ready to share that side. But Grumpy had started them on the path to its reveal.

She'd get him for it later.

"Regina is a talented artist," Belle said, ignoring Regina's look. "You should ask her to show you her sketchbook."

He looked over at her, a teasing smile on his face. But it melted into something more sincere as he placed a hand on her knee. "I'll wait for her to show it to me."

She leaned closer to Robin, who wrapped his arm around her, and pointed to August with her cup. "I have to share this amazing writer with that witch, Zelena. They handle the Knights together."

"What?" Robin's eyes went wide, just as she thought they would. "Really? You handle the advertising for the Knights?"

August nodded before holding up his hands. "Most of us were not onboard with that stupid jousting commercial from a few years ago. But unlike working with Regina, Zelena's team is a dictatorship."

"Will I get to meet the Witch?" Robin glanced around, as if Zelena could appear out of nowhere.

Regina shook her head. "Zelena never comes to one of these parties. She deems them below her."

"I stopped inviting her. Not that I really want her here." Mary Margaret wandered over, clutching David's hand. She was still pale but she seemed more coherent.

The two took seats by Regina and Robin. Mary Margaret grimaced as she looked at Robin. "Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable earlier. I drank faster than I realized."

"That's okay. A hug like that is the least I've experienced around drunk people," Robin replied. "Are you feeling better?"

She nodded before looking at Regina. "I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?"

"I promised Robin I'd only tease you Monday morning," Regina said. "He was quite concerned for you."

Mary Margaret smiled, leaning over to pat Robin's arm. "Her bark is worse than her bite. I've gotten used to it."

"We all have," Belle added. "It makes you feel like she considers you a friend. In a weird way."

"That does sound weird," Regina agreed, though she was still touched by the fact these people considered her their friend.

Robin pouted. "You mean that isn't something she reserves just for me? I feel cheated now."

Everyone chuckled as Regina made a show of rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "What ever will I do with you, Robin Locksley?"

"Oh, I can think of a few things," he teased, pulling her closer.

The others went silent, no doubt surprised to see Regina letting someone be so affectionate with her in public. She had often kept her past boyfriends at arm's length when out with them at parties, allowing nothing more than a kiss on the cheek. Perhaps that was why they had left her.

Or perhaps it was just because none of them were Robin.

As the night wore on, Robin fit in well with her friends. Not that she had any doubts—he was so personable, she imagined he could fit in anywhere. He was able to hold conversations with whoever they happened to find themselves by seemed to be on the fast track to being good friends with David, having already made plans for a sports day soon. Regina found herself watching him more and more. It might've been the several drinks she had, but she was amazed by him and the fact he was with her.

"Alright, everyone, last call for votes on our costume categories!" David announced. "Make sure your favorites win."

Regina tugged on Robin's hand. "Did you vote for Ruby and Belle in the platonic category?"

"Yes, dear," he answered, brushing some strands that had gotten loose from her braid from her hair. "We casted our votes a little while ago together. Remember?"

She scrunched up her face, trying to concentrate. Bits and pieces came to her—leading Robin to the table with the ballots, giggling as she jotted them down to stick in the "romantic" category, Robin admonishing her when she suggested they stuff the ballot, and then the two of them writing down her cousin and coworker for the platonic category. "Oh, right. Maybe this should be my last drink of the night," she said with a sigh.

"That sounds like a good idea. I'll go get you a bottle of water. Wait here." Robin kissed her cheek before disappearing into the crowd.

Regina hugged herself as the wind began to pick up. She had already taken off her big red hat and it was resting against her legs. As she began to shiver, she prayed Robin would come back soon and hold her close. Her eyes were growing heavy and she realized she was ready to call it a night. But they had to make it to the awards. She always loved that.

"Regina? Are you okay?" August asked, approaching with Archie. Both looked concerned for her.

She smiled. "Just a little drunk, though I'll deny it on Monday."

"Do you need anything?" Archie asked.

"No, thank you. Robin's getting me something."

August smiled. "He's a good one, Regina. I'm glad you've found someone who makes you so ridiculously happy."

"Is it that obvious?" Regina asked.

"That you're happier? Yes," August replied. "But why? Only if you know. Zelena's convinced you have a major new client that you're keeping secret. It's driving her mad."

Regina laughed. "I'm glad, though I wish I did have a major new client to keep secret from her."

"Here you go, Regina." Robin appeared at her side, holding out a water bottle for her. He smiled at August and Archie. "Nice to see you two again."

"Nice meeting you, Robin." Archie stuck his hand out. "But I'm afraid we have to be going."

Regina frowned. "They're about to announce the winners. You can't miss that."

"I guess we can stay for a few more minutes," August said while Archie shrugged. "Wouldn't want someone snatching up our chocolate prize, claiming she'll give it to us on Monday but then we never see it."

August shot a playful glare at Regina, who suddenly became interested in a loose thread on Robin's sweatshirt. Robin chuckled, drawing her close as David stood on a chair to call for everyone's attention.

"Mary Margaret and I want to thank you for another successful Halloween party," he started. "We love spending a fun night with the very creative people we are honored to call our friends. Everyone's costumes were amazing this year, once again making voting difficult. So give yourselves a big round of applause."

Once the clapping stopped, David held up the first jar. "We didn't have any solo costumes so we're going straight to the platonic couples. The runners' up are Archie and August! Go see Mary Margaret, you two."

Regina hugged the two men before they head over to claim their prizes. She settled back against Robin as David announced the winners: "Belle and Ruby! Congrats, ladies!"

She let out a whoop of joy as Ruby and Belle hugged each other and Robin laughed before biting his lip. "You are absolutely adorable," he told her.

"I know," she replied before hushing him. "The romantic couples are next."

"Okay, so our runners' up are Regina and Robin!" David announced, motioning to them.

It was Robin who let out the whoop this time, picking her up and spinning her. She laughed, shaking her head. "You're acting like we won. We came in second."

"Second is fine," he replied, setting her down. "Especially after seeing all these amazing costumes."

Regina smiled, taking his hand. "You're a very gracious loser, Robin Locksley."

"We didn't lose," Robin reminded her. "Don't we still get a prize?"

"Yes, we do. So let's go collect it and get out of here before I give Mary Margaret something to tease me about on Monday," Regina replied, putting her hat back on.

He let her lead him to Mary Margaret, who gave them two large chocolate bars. "Congrats, you two. If it wasn't for Anna and Kris going as, well, Anna and Kristoff, you might've won."

"Thank you." Regina hugged her assistant. "Get lots of rest tomorrow and I'll see you on Monday."

She found Ruby and Belle, celebrating their win with a few younger men in a corner. Regina hugged her cousin and made her promise to have lunch or dinner together sooner. She then turned to Belle. "Keep an eye on her," she said, pointing to Ruby.

"Don't worry, I will," Belle vowed, rolling her eyes. "You and Robin have a good night."

Regina smiled. "Don't worry. We will."

Despite her insinuation to Belle, all Regina wanted to do was get out of her costume and into her pajamas. Then she would crawl into bed, let Robin wrap himself around her and fall asleep with him. Nothing more—not when her head was still swimming from alcohol and her limbs felt weighed down. Their first time together warranted both of them having clear heads and more energy than either had now.

Regina hopped into her bathroom first, washing her face and brushing her teeth. When she opened the door, Robin had gotten out of his costume and was in a blue t-shirt and matching flannel pajama pants. His hair was mussed from the sweatshirt hood and Regina's fingers itched to mess it up more.

He smiled at her. "Hey there, cowgirl. You ready for bed?"

"Almost," she said. "You?"

"The same." He approached her, kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave into her urges, running her fingers through his hair. Robin moaned against her lips, breaking the kiss. "That feels so good."

She gave him a coy smile. "Hurry up and I can continue doing that once you're in bed."

He hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Regina collapsed onto her bed, shedding her clothing on the way. But once she was curled on her blankets, she had no energy to pull on her pajamas. She just laid there in her bra and panties, okay with Robin seeing her in them.

"New sleepwear?" he asked her. She glanced up at him, noticing the hunger in his eyes.

Regina smiled and shrugged. "It might be. My regular pajamas seem so much work right now."

"Well, I'm not complaining," he replied, climbing into bed next to her.

She straightened out and he rested his head against her bare stomach, pressing kisses to her flushed skin. As she squirmed from the ticklish feeling his whiskers gave her, she still tangled her fingers in his hair.

"I enjoyed finally being able to put faces to the names you keep mentioning. Thank you for inviting me tonight," he murmured, hot breath coasting over her skin. "For wanting me to spend time with your friends."

"Of course I want you to spend time with my friends. I enjoy being with you and want the world to know that."

He smiled, kissing her stomach again. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"Robin?" she asked, wondering if there was a hidden meaning to his words.

But he pulled himself up, pressing a finger to her lips. "Let's get some rest. We've had a very busy night."

She nodded, letting him help her into her pajamas before they both crawled under the blankets. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. "Good night, my cowgirl," he whispered.

"Good night, my astronaut," she replied, kissing the underside of his chin. She took a deep breath, taking in his familiar scent before falling asleep.

In the morning, Robin's favorite season would give way to Regina's. He'd have to pack away all his decorations as Christmas music invaded the airwaves and holiday commercials took over the TV. Regina would point out the ones she had worked hard over the summer to prepare for this season and he'd praise them accordingly.

But for now, they were just two tired revelers who found sweet dreams in each other's arms.

A/N: Most of you guessed Robin's and Regina's costumes based off the clues I gave last chapter. Bravo!

I know most of you are bummed about my once a month posting schedule but I hope this was worth the wait. It's mostly fluff, but Regina and Robin are still in the honeymoon phase. I'm afraid that will be coming to an end next chapter, so gird yourself for some angst.

If you have any prompts you want to see in this story, let me know and I'll see if I can accommodate them.

If you're celebrating Halloween this week, remember to be safe but have fun. I know I will!

-Mac