Day 2 (Tuesday) of OQPromptParty. A short thing based on prompt:

76. OQ falling asleep on the sofa together

A sort of part two of the previous chapter.


Regina walks in front of him, not saying a word, just continues walking up her steps. Quietly, she pulls out her set of keys, unlocks the front door and turns to face him as he, albeit slowly, catches up to her.

"Need help?" She asks amusedly, to which Robin rolls his eyes and walks past her into her house.

Still, she helps him walk upstairs, helps him slip into her bedroom, almost dragging him to the bed.

Robin groans as he sits, looks up at Regina with a straight face and finds her biting her lower lip, trying to hide her smile.

"You can laugh about it," he says, voice sounding weird with the clean gauze that had been put in his nose earlier that afternoon, his injury thankfully not needing any further treatment.

Regina snorts slightly then shakes her head, changing the topic.

"Tylenol now or later?" She asks, arching a brow.

"Later. I want a shower," he mentions, rolling his eyes at his nasal voice.

Regina shakes her head with a smile, and drops a quick kiss to his lips, careful not to bump her nose against his.

"I'll start the shower," she says as she walks into the en suite, leaving him behind.

Robin just sees her leave, a small smile on his face before he's shaking his head slightly and standing up, only to grimace at the distinct feeling of his throbbing nose. Swallowing, Robin walks to the dresser, pulls out a boxer brief from his designated drawer for the many nights he'd slept over and smiles, knowing that, even though yesterday was slightly hellish, they don't have to hide any more. He'll soon get to bring all his stuff over, something they'd decided over the course of the day.

"Hey," Regina whispers after a moment, head resting against the bathroom door frame as she stares at him. "Come join me?" She asks on a smirk the moment he turns to face her, eyes bulging at her naked form.

"Yeah?" Robin asks with a sly smile, looking at her up and down, biting his lower lip at the prospect of sharing a long hot shower with her. The first as fiancés.

"I think you deserve to feel good for a little bit after yesterday and today, don't you think?" Regina says, teeth sinking on her lip as she winks and turns around, giving him a clear view of her ass before disappearing further into the room.

"Definitely," he says loudly, nasal voice made more obvious by the tone but he doesn't care, not when he'll still be able to enjoy this moment with her.

.::.

"He must hate me," he whispers later that night, out of nowhere, as they lay on the couch watching Armageddon. His arms tighten slightly around her form, pulling her closer as he opens his legs a little wider and she accommodates herself better on top of him.

"Jesus Robin," Regina snorts, and laughs and shakes her head as she cuddle closer to him, presses her face further onto him and drops a quick kiss to his chest. "I'll send him some flowers from you tomorrow."

Robin rolls his eyes at her and playfully pinches her ass over the material of her leggings. But she just chuckles and rests her cheek over his chest, turning to keep looking at the movie.

"Was it wrong, though? To keep him in the dark?" He asks after a moment, the same question that had woven itself into his head since the moment he bought her the ring.

Truth was that he'd wanted to talk to him back then, back when he'd first laid eyes on that princess cut diamond ring. He'd wanted to tell him. Had wanted to ask him first if it'd be okay with him, particularly then when they were sure their relationship was heading to the next level. But he'd held himself back. Kept the comments to himself for Regina's an adult, she makes her own decisions and frankly, Robin feared Will would say something to make Robin second guess himself.

But now, now he cannot help but wonder. Wonder if things would've been different than what they've imagined. If maybe they'd come clear within the first few weeks then maybe they wouldn't be going through this right now. Waiting. Stressing. Wondering if he's lost his best friend because of their poor choices.

Regina just swallows and sighs. "I think," she begins, finger lazily tracing a circle on his chest before she's shaking her head. "I think you need to stop thinking about this. I think that if we had included him in the beginning it could've been too much for him to handle, and maybe for us too. Or maybe not. Who knows at this point," she says sincerely, chin resting on his chest as she reaches for his cheek and caresses it slowly. "But what I do know for certain is that I love you, and even though I love him, I refuse to regret a thing just because this makes him uncomfortable. He'll come around sooner or later, Robin. Because I'm still his little sister and you're still his best friend."

Robin sighs and just caresses her waist, breathing in through his mouth as he just thinks on her words.

"You better be right," he begins. "I'd hate not having a best man at our wedding."

Regina frowns and shakes her head. "I'd hate not having his input on my wedding dress," she murmurs and for a moment they forget about Will, broken noses and nasal voices, instead they find themselves brainstorming over which season is better for getting married.

.::.

Knock knock knock

Robins inhales sharply and cracks an eye open, blinks, blinks, blinks in confusion, frowning lightly at the sound of the 9pm news and Regina's soft snores on top of him. Grimacing, he moves his head to the side, letting out a sharp breath at the tightness of his neck, and the numbness on his right leg, where Regina's left leg is resting heavily on.

He doesn't even remember falling asleep. One minute they had been cuddling on the sofa, talking about a summer wedding, future dates, Liv Tyler, and the next here he is, nose throbbing again (apparently Tylenol has worn off), eyelids dropping every few seconds and Regina's dead weight on top of him.

Knock knock knock

Robin startles, frowns in confusion as Regina didn't mention she was expecting any visits today.

"Regina," he whispers, dropping soft kisses at the top of her head. "Wake up."

One kiss, then another and she's cracking an eye open, offers him a small smile then pushes herself up into a sitting position on his legs and rubs her eyes, only to frown at him as another knock can be heard over the living room. Quickly, Regina rolls from him over the small couch, gets up and heads to the foyer, Robin following close behind, limping slightly.

Regina peeks through the peephole, frowns, whispers a "What the heck" before she's quickly opening the front door, revealing Will with his eyes wide open, and a split and swollen lip.

"Will?" Regina asks, frowning.

"Can I come in?" He asks, shrugging slightly as he motions to the six packs he carries in each hand.

Regina just nods and steps aside, giving Robin a smirk and a wink.

He nods at Regina and Robin, before walking in to the house, making a beeline to the kitchen, Regina and Robin following close behind. Almost on automatic, Will cracks open two of the glass bottles and places it in front of Robin.

"We need to have a talk," Will says in all his seriousness, looking at Robin straight in the eyes, but Regina sees the softness there, the softness that was missing from his eyes before.

And so she smiles, turns to Robin and drops a quick kiss on his shoulder. "I love you," she whispers before turning to Will. She drops a kiss on his cheek, whispers an I love you and smiles as the corner of his lips slightly turn upwards. Then she looks between both men. Robin, the love of her life with some gauze stuck up his nose, the skin surrounding his nose beginning to bruise, and Will, the man who'd watched over her diligently since he had been ten, with his split lip, a bruise beginning to form around it too. And Regina can't help herself but chuckle at the image of the two bruised friends trying to take a swig of their beers as they contemplate the next words, letting out a breath of relief for she knows an agreement will be made tonight, for she's their common ground, precious to them both.

"I'll be upstairs if any of you need me. Please behave," she says, playfully shooting daggers at them before leaving both men to talk, chuckling for the image of Will awkwardly drinking beer (least he accidentally touches his split lip with the rim of the bottle), and Robin not leaning his head back enough to take a big gulp (afraid of aggravating the throbbing pain of his nose), will be one she'll bring up any chance she gets. Including her wedding day.