Outlaw Queen Shorts

Hall Sliding

Authors note:
Before we get started, I'd just like to let you all know I posted the first chapter of 'Twenty Three Pages' last night (it's under my works) and I'd love it if you'd have a read and leave me a comment :D
Okay, here we go...

College AU
Prompt: you thought it'd be a good idea to slide down the hall in your socks and now we're both on the floor.

"Are you ready for this?" Robin had made his way to the end of the hall, his sock-clad feet shuffling along the laminate flooring.

"Will you please be careful!" Regina warned but she was smiling, grinning practically, her eyes willing him on. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she stood opposite him at the other side of the hall. "I'm not kissing your bruises better."

Robin laughed, swiping his toes over the surface a few times to gauge it's slipiness, his palm bracing the wall next to him. This would be the time he gets all the way to the end, as he kept telling her, but Regina just sighed, rolling her eyes.

"You wish. You just have to accept that I am the superior sock-slider." She told him and he met her eyes, his brow raising in challenge.

"We'll see about that, Miss Mills," Robin rubbed his hands together, bouncing on the spot, preparing himself for the slide-of-the-season.

"Stop stalling, Locksley! Get your ass down here," Regina tapped her wrist at the place a watch would lie. "I got places to be."

"Alright, this is it. Brace yourself."

Regina rolled her eyes, the smirk on her face fighting to turn into a grin. He set off at a run (his feet barely keeping him upright on the varnished surface), pumping his arms by his sides. He reached the yellow taped line they'd set weeks earlier the first time they'd played this game - Regina had made it pretty clear from the start that this wasn't a joke, all attempts must be measured and regulated as she'd put it - and took a final step before pushing his legs forwards and gliding, his eyes set on the far wall.

These were the good socks, the ones that always took him the furthest, he'd worn them just for this historic moment. He would finally pass the small pencil line that marks Regina's best attempt and their record for the furthest slide. He planned his celebration in his mind, so wrapped up in the thought that he didn't even hear Regina calling his name, shouting that he could stop now. He looked up too late, colliding with her and landing on the floor in a heap, both of them oooffing in pain.

"You're such an idiot." Regina rubbed her ribcage where Robin's elbow had unceremoniously connected with it and winced as she pushed his head off her leg.

"Did I pass the line?" He sat up and looked across, the pencil line at least 50cm behind them. Robin began to laugh, grasping at his winded chest but carrying on, the loud chortling filling the empty hall. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner."

Regina scoffed, settling back against the wall and lifting an eyebrow. "I think you'll find you have to end on your feet for it to be a valid attempt. And you most definitely did not end on your feet." Her grin was huge, mocking him, her eyes dancing with amusement at his exasperated sigh.

She closed her eyes, resting her head back onto the wall as she spoke. "Looks like I still hold--"

Robin had crawled over and planted a kiss on her lips, stopping her mid-sentence. She snapped her eyes open, blinking a single flutter of her lashes at him as her jaw fell slack, the corners of her mouth showing the shadow of a smile.

"I said I wouldn't kiss your bruises." She teased, their noses so close they almost brushed against each others.

"You didn't say anything about me kissing yours." He leaned in and returned his lips to hers, rubbing his thumb over the back of her palm in small circles where their hands met.

Robin pulled away and smirked. "Okay, this time I'll make it." He stumbled to his feet and held out his hand to Regina, pulling her up from her place on the floor. She brushed off her jeans and chuckled, shaking her head as he began to walk back to the start point.

"You wish."