first real date | outlaw queen
forest-thief
Tonight would be their first real date. Since Marian left and the Snow Queen was defeated, they could now have time to themselves. Regina smiled to herself at the thought of going out with him. They'd spent so much time together - in her house, in her vault, fighting by his side - that she never really considered them dating. Just together. She'd never really considered another option. This was how things were. They were together, in love, and there wasn't more than this.
Or was there? Now Robin was taking her out. On a date. She'd read about dates in magazines during the curse, laughing a little at the prospect of a man and a woman sharing a romantic evening out on the town, getting to know each other.
They were past that. Regina thought they knew each other well. He knew her better than anyone. And she loved him more than anyone. Even though this was a first date, they would skip the introductory process right to romancing and enjoying each others' company. Now she was smiling to herself for another reason - she truly did enjoy his company. He made her smile and laugh. He made her feel hope and security. He looked at her like she was good and she deserved this love. And he thought she deserved a happy ending. Perhaps she did deserve it now - and she deserved it with him. He made her believe it. He made her like she was precious to him, to Roland, and to the world.
He truly was her soul mate, incredibly sensitive to her thoughts and feelings, and she was to his as well. She quite liked having this connection with someone. She was finally experiencing the kind of love she'd been missing out on all her life. If only she'd met him at that tavern. She could have had a lifetime of this love, of him. But she couldn't have regrets. Meeting him then wouldn't have brought her Henry, or him Roland. They were ready for this love now.
Regina, clad in her stockings and undergarments, opened her closet doors, trying to decide what to wear. She pulled out a royal blue pencil dress. She pulled it on, and zipped it up. She fluffed her hair in the mirror, and then crossed the hall to her bathroom where she put the finishing touches on her makeup - dark eyes, blush, mascara, and deep red lipstick. Perfect for kissing. And she was certain there would be a lot of that. She couldn't seem to stop kissing him, holding him, touching him. She smiled again, and swooned. She couldn't wait to see him.
She carried her heels downstairs, putting them on when she reached the foyer. He would be here soon, so she grabbed her purse and sat, waiting.
