No One Mourns The Wicked

Chapter 12

Regina cleared the table after supper. She washed the dishes with Robin. They were quiet save for the clamouring of plates and utensils. 

The romantic mood had not fully left when Morrighan had walked through the door, though the kid had certainly stifled it. She was walking on eggshells, holding in bated breath.

As she was drying, Robin came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck and she inhaled sharply, her hands going behind her to his head, finger running through his hair, pulling him closer. 

She turned to face him, planting a kiss on his lips. He kissed her back, pushing her into the counter.

Regina moaned. Just the feeling for his body pressed against her was enough. The way his tongue moved in her mouth made her weak.

"I love you," she gasped between kisses. She pulled him closer.

She loved being in his arms. She loved being loved by him. She loved him. The man with the dragon tattoo.

"I love you too," Robin replied.

Regina rested her head on his neck. "We have a kid in the house again," she said with a chuckle. 

"Yeah, we do," Robin said, still holding her against him. She could feel his breath on her skin and it made her hair stand on end.

"What are we doing?" she asked. She wasn't being specific. What are they doing right now? What are they doing, period? What are they doing?

"I have no idea," he replied. Answering them all at the same time.

"Me too."

They stood together for a while. There was nothing else to do. There wasn't much else they wanted to do.

"I'll go check on Morrighan," Regina said eventually. 

The house was just as quiet with her in it as it had been with her out of it. She was not a loud kid, nor the type to take up a room. Well, not when they were around. She had an inner attention hog. Karaoke had shown it to them, her videos proved it. She loved performing. More than anything.

Regina walked up the stairs. She got close to Morrighan room when she could hear her talking in German. She needed to learn German, she realized. It was so dumb that she expected Morrighna to always speak in English when it was her third language. German would be Regina's second.

She knocked on the open door. Morrighan was laying on her bed, her head hanging upside down off the side and her hair sprawled on the floor. She was holding her phone up in front of her face and had her earbuds in.

She looked over and waved, then replied to what whomever she was talking too had said.

"Who is it," Regina asked. 

She pulled her earbuds out of the port and turned it towards Regina upside down. She was talking to her mom.

"Hi Regina," Zelena said.

"Hi," Regina said. "Uh, how are you?"

"Well." 

"Good."

Somehow Regina had walked closer.

There was an awkward silence.

"Want to join us?" Zelena asked, breaking it.

Regina stood there, stunned for a moment. "Yeah," she said. She really did. 

"I'm not moving," Morrighan said, gesturing for Regina to come where she was.