A/N-love is not just a feeling its a verb

Regina usually awoke groggy, especially when she was unable to get a full night's sleep. But that next morning she awoke with such feelings of wonder and exhilaration that she came very close to singing out loud as she stretched in bed, wincing slightly as her unused muscles protested some. Robin was sound asleep beside her. He looked very peaceful laying on the bed, totally satisfied.

She decided to remove herself from the bed, and take a quick soak in the tub. She eased out of the bed, watching Robin on the bed. She didn't want to wake him. She grabbed his shirt as she quietly made her way to the bathroom. He was quite content in the bed.

She drew up a bath in the tub, and climbed in gingerly, she was more sore than she thought. She laid back and let the hot water do it's trick on her. She closed her eyes for a second but then she opened them to find Robin standing there. She automatically crossed her arms over her chest to shield her breasts from him.

"You have a beautiful body...why hide it?" Robin asked with a smile on his face as he tugged a towel off the rail just out of her reach and extended it with a faintly derisive smile. "I see you have learned that a little mystique is more stimulating than a floor-show."

Regina snatched the towel and wrapped it clumsily round herself and stood up, her cheeks burning hotly. "Will you leave the room?"

Robin threw is head back and laughed spontaneously. "After last night, I've seen every inch of that body."

Regina just rolled her eyes at him. "Don't be scared sweetheart."

"I'm not afraid," Regina said as she stepped out of the tub.

He reached for her without warning, curving two powerful arms round her and sweeping her off her feet. "I won't let you run from me again."

"Put me down, for heaven's sake," Regina shrieked.

"No." He replied.

He stared down at her, blue eyes meshing with dark. Her own heartbeat thundered slowly, heavily through her body, stretching every tiny nerve taut. "Robin..."

"You want me...you can't hide that," he told her. "I see it in your eyes, in the way you move, in the very voice you use when you speak to me."

"You're still very arrogant," Regina said.

Robin laughed as he then gently, placed her on the bed. The hectic pink in her cheeks had receded, leaving her pale. He was peeling off his underwear to reveal bronzed breadth of his body and his pectoral muscles. As though impelled by a force outside her control, Regina's unwittingly fascinated gaze lingered and she swallowed hard. On one level she couldn't believe she was actually in a bedroom on a bed with Robin. It felt so unreal.

"And you like me like that," Robin said as he bent over her and nipped playfully at her lower lip with the kind of sensual expertise she was defenseless against, the tip of his tongue following gently in the wake of the tiny pain to further inflame. "I have waited so long to see you in a bed with me." He confessed.

He gathered her close and covered her lips hungrily with his. The towel slipped; she didn't notice but a tiny gasp was torn from her as her taut nipples were abraided by his chest.

She was electrified by the way he was making love to her mouth. He searched out every sensitive spot and explored it, making the breath rasp in her throat. It felt so good indeed, it felt so incredibly exciting exciting that she clutched him with her hands, seduced by her own helpless response.

"Robin," she moaned against his mouth.

"Mmm," Robin said as he settled her smoothly back against the crisp white sheet, she was overwhelmed by the sheer welter of sensation that attacked her when he sealed every virile inch of his lean, powerful body to hers.

He stared down at her with a raw, sexual hunger that burned through clear to her bones. Heat flooded her in a blinding surge. A hard thigh sank between hers and she quivered violently, the fevered pulse point of desire thrumming even higher inside her.

"I need," Regina groaned out.

"And you'll get," Robin said as he buried his mouth in a tiny hollow below her fragile collarbone, he let his thumbs rub expertly across her thrusting pink nipples. She jerked, an involuntary moan torn from her, and he lowered his head to employ his mouth and that wickedly knowing tongue on those unbearably sensitive buds. He drove her crazy.

Her fingers dug into the thick silky depths of his hair and tightened as he sucked a swollen nipple into his mouth. He created an ache between her thighs with an unbearable ache. Her teeth clenched. She wanted, needed...

At first Regina didn't hear the faint buzzing somewhere in the background. Robin's fingers were on her core, getting her wetter and wetter and she was on a knife edge of tormented pleasure, quivering skittishly, unable to stay still as he suddenly crushed her mouth with his again. And then, with quite paralysing abruptness, he released her and sprang off the bed.

"Robin?" She mumbled.

"The phone," he grated.

"What phone?" And then she heard it, his cell phone. He talked to someone quickly on the phone, she could tell something was very wrong.

"Robin what is it?" Regina asked as soon as he ended the call.

"It's my mother, she's had a heart attack. I have to fly back to England immediately," Robin answered as he started to get dressed. Regina started grabbing her clothes as well.

"I'll drive us to the airport, you can take the car back if that's alright," Robin said.

"Can I come with you?" Regina asked as they were both about halfway dressed, her question stopped his progress.

"You want to come with me?" Robin asked.

"If that is alright?" Regina asked.

"It's more than alright. Thank you," Robin said as he walked over to her and hugged her.

"She's going to be fine, I'm sure," Regina said as he nodded and minutes later they were walking to the car and heading to the airport, to England.