Regina stretched and gathered the various files, grateful that it was almost time to go home. She fought back yawn as she walked across her office. Music filtered in from the other room, where a band was rehearsing for an event. Regina hummed along quietly, thinking of her younger days when luxurious balls were part of life.
She swayed slightly, her bare feet landing silently on the tile. Keeping her eyes closed, Regina's muscle memory kicked in, she curtsied and imagined a gentle hand at her waist. She took a few hesitant steps, gliding along with the invisible partner.
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Robin watched from the doorway, hidden from sight, as a barefoot Regina danced alone in her office. He watched as her calf length skirt flowed around her with the slightest movements.
He walked in and, as Regina completed a spin, took her by the waist and slipped his hand into hers.
"You're amazing, your Highness." Robin whispered as he drew her closer. Regina's eyes open at the sound of his voice, but she doesn't pull away.
"I was just going to say the same about you, my thief." She says, a smile playing on her raspberry colored lips.
