OQ Prompt: "Did I mention, I love you?"

For herardentwish who wanted a little bit of fluff.

"We are not lost," Robin insists. "We are taking a romantic nighttime walk in the forest."

"Really?" Regina queries, and he can just make out the beginnings of a smirk on her lips as she ducks under the branch he's holding out of her way. "Where are we, then?"

"My camp from last fall is just to our…" he trails off as they enter a clearing that he most certainly does not recognize, "left."

Regina arches an eyebrow at him, but stays silent, and it's moments like this when he has to fight the urge to kiss the smirk off her lips. He should probably figure out where they are, first. "Have I mentioned that I love you?"

"Robin," Regina groans, turning to face him at the edge of the clearing, "you are not getting away with this like that."

"I suspect I am."

"And what makes you so sure?" she challenges.

He closes the distance between them, and his lips press into her temple, his nose in her hair, his arm looping around her waist. "I love you," he repeats, the rumble of his voice so close to her ear sending pleasured shivers up her spine. Or maybe that's the breeze that's just rushed past them. Her hand covers his at her waist.

"It's possible–" he hedges, pulling back far enough for her features to come into focus as best they can in the moonlight. Gods, but the moonlight on her hair and lips and the glint in her eyes suit her.

"Yes?"

"–that–"

"What's possible, Robin?"

"It's possible that we might be–"

"Lost?" she finishes.

"No! Just…not completely aware of our exact location in the forest."

"You insisted five minutes ago that you were absolutely certain about where we were."

"I was." He picks up one of her hands and twines their fingers together, rubbing his thumb over her gloved palm. "Five minutes ago."

"And then?"

"And then I realized I wasn't."

"Robin," she sighs, exasperated. She drops his hand to lift both of hers over her head. "I'm poofing us out of here."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"Let's find our way back without it."

"Why?"

"It'll be fun."

"You want to track our way back out of the forest in the dark…for fun."

"Yes."

"Ugh, what's the point in smelling like forest if you can't actually navigate them?" she grumbles.

"I think if we turn right here, and track our way back to the fallen log behind the–What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Look behind you."

"Where?"

She nods at him, and he spins around, narrowing his eyes until they adjust sufficiently to the darkness of the tree line and he sees…the road. "Ah."

"Yeah."

"Did you–"

"–know the entire time?" She grins again, and he thinks this time he's definitely going to have to kiss that smirk off her lips. "Of course."

His teeth dig into his bottom lip, a grin of his own pulling at his features despite the slightly disgruntled set of his lips.

She laughs, and it would be worth getting lost a hundred times over for that sound, the pure joy in it. "Have I mentioned that I love you?" she asks, grasping one of his hands and pulling him towards the edge of the forest.

"Once or twice," he admits, chuckling. He stops her at the last cluster of trees for a moment, walking her back to a tree trunk with gentle fingers on her waist and pressing his smiling lips to hers, "but it's always nice to hear."