I did it. I promised I'd update the next chapter by the end of this week and I did it. Special thanks to NoraMills who stayed true to her word and reminded me to update every day! Thank you girl, this one's for you!
|Chapter 4: Dreamland and Meetings|
It has been three years, two months and seventeen days since the last time they did this.
Those years ago it had been under different circumstances, under pain and despair after realizing that they will never see each other again for quite some time. That night they fell asleep side by side, clinging to the unique sense of stability their closeness provided, both calmed with the comfort they acquired from the presence of one another. The morning after however, had been tense. They'd made breakfast together to a deafening silence which under different circumstanced would've morphed into fits of laughter and teasing.
But not that day.
That day they'd enjoyed the quietness for it reminded them of the inevitable. She was leaving. Gone. That afternoon they said their goodbyes in the airport, both convinced that after Regina boarded that plane their lives would change forever.
And it did.
Because now, three years, two months and seventeen days later they're together lying on her couch watching a marathon of The Twilight Zone.
Much like that last night.
Two beers were sat atop the coffee table, an empty box of pepperoni pizza laying on the floor. It was fairly odd yet completely normal how comfortable they were with each other, how quickly they fell into their old routine. If Robin was true with himself, he was expecting a certain level of awkwardness at them sleeping in the same place with their complicated, well actually unique past looming behind their backs.
But no awkwardness came.
Instead as soon as she showed him her apartment she'd announced that she was ordering some pizza and he switched the beers from the refrigerator to the fridge before turning on the TV and waiting for her to join him. The pizza had arrived quickly. He burnt his palate like always, she spat a small amount of beer after his witty comebacks, as always.
"I've missed this," she found herself saying after the spooky theme song started playing again, her eyes never leaving the TV as she uttered those words.
But Robin didn't mind at all. That was after all her favorite part. So he waited until the intro ended, waited for that small cory smile to play upon her lips, waited for those chocolate orbs to glance at him and Oh God, Robin hadn't realized how much he missed her until that moment, when her eyes watered at the sight of him in front of her. When their eyes met for the umpteenth time that night Robin felt lucky and extremely grateful to be in the receiving end of such adoration. When she rested her head atop his shoulder and he laid his head atop hers Robin felt alive and young, as if no time had passed.
Her focus was once again on the TV, her eyes squinting and eyebrows raising at the scene unfolding on the show. He knew this because while her focus was on the flat-screen, his was on her. He absorbed the way she looked cuddled close to his side, absorbed the feel of her close to him, absorbed the warmth that radiated from her thumb to his wrist as she softly rubbed the skin there, absorbed the way her short hair tickled his neck. For a moment they remind like that, curled in each other's embrace as the presence of one another calmed them.
But soon his eyes caught sight of her left ring finger and the anxiousness and dread filled his heart once again.
"Wow. Nice rock," he said quickly after biting his tongue to prevent himself from saying something he'd regret.
Regina, unbeknownst to the turmoil going inside Robin's head, sat straight on the couch and gazed at her engagement ring, a content smile playing upon her lips.
"It is," she chuckled unbelievably and after a moment of just admiring her ring she continued. "Out with a bang or nothing at all," she glanced at him. "It's a saying Daniel lives by," she shrugs. "I guess he applies it to everything."
"Including the wedding?"
She shrugs once again and confirms it.
Robin nods at this piece of information he'd acquired and why the hell was he doing that? Why the hell was he suddenly conjuring up a plan for them to break up? Why was he holding this piece of information so dear to his heart, storing it inside his brain under the list of Why Regina Mills Shouldn't Marry Daniel? When the hell did he started making a list?
A friendship doesn't work like that! Much less when Regina trusted and loved him enough to make him a part of this big step. No. Robin needed to ignore his brain, needed to ignore his feelings. He had to block them out for the next few weeks until she gets married.
Until the newlyweds leave to begin the rest of their lives together and he leaves to London to begin his life once again.
Without her.
"I should probably head up to sleep," Regina murmurs after a moment and for a minute Robin thought he heard the slightest sign of disappointment on her voice.
Was it because they couldn't sleep in the same bed anymore? Was it because she realized at the same time as him that they'd have to say goodbye once again in a few weeks? Was it because of his questions? Was it because he stopped caressing her shoulder?
Robin didn't know but he found himself agreeing with her, his jet lagged brain begging to rest.
"Robin," a small voice called from the doorway interrupting his much needed rest.
Robin opened his eyes and propped up on his elbows from his place on the bed. His exhausted body only allowing him to gaze sleepily at the figure standing in front of him. His eyes opened widely in amazement as he caught sight of the beauty in front of him.
She looked exquisite with her hair pulled up in a messy bun, a black negligee accentuating her figure and those lips, so plump and inviting. The soft moonlight caressed her skin in the most subtle of ways and Robin couldn't help but bite his lower lip at the picture in front of him.
This had to be a dream, there was no way in hell this was actually happening.
"I can't sleep," she bit again on that lower lip of hers and Robin had to hold back a hiss of air for her simplest of actions were doing certain things to his nether regions.
For a moment he willed his body to calm down, willed his brain to shut down and forget the feel of her warmth surrounding him all those years ago.
"Maybe you can help me?"
His breath caught on his throat, his body awoke with a newfound flame that ignited every nerve in his body. Suddenly he was hyperventilating with the meaning of this.
Then Regina gave him a wicked smile and a wink before she reached for the hem of her negligee, pulled it off from her body and Robin realized that yes, this was definitely a dream. But at the same time, his mouth watered with the prospect of finally, finally probing her like there was no tomorrow.
"You okay?" she purred as she closed the door behind her, giving him a view of her ample backside covered by a see through patch of fabric before turning back around and moving closer towards the bed.
This little minx.
"Mmmhmm," he groaned when she crawled up his body before sitting down on his pelvis and reaching for her hair, pulling it free from the bun. She ruffled it and winked at him when her lace covered center came into contact with his crotch.
Why wasn't he moving? Why wasn't he touching her, kissing her or teasing her? Robin didn't know, but he intended to change it right that moment. So he reached for her neck and pulled her towards him.
Their lips met hungrily, tongues tangling as they kissed like their lives depended on it. His hands raked down her back until they landed on her fabric coveredbehind, softly palming it at the same time he bit on her lower lip. She groaned and damn it, if Robin felt he was alive when their eyes met a few hours ago, now he was dead and had gone to heaven when she rolled her hips atop his, his cock immediately begging for attention. Begging for her warmth.
"I'm not going to last if you keep doing that," he groaned as he leaned backagainst the pillows and closed his eyes, willing his body to just feel her movements, feel her warmth between layers of cotton and lace.
She took the opportunity to bite on his lower lip and at the same time reached between them for the hem of his boxers before she delved inside and grasped him. Such a multitasker was she. Robin sighed and let out a small laugh at the feel of her small hand softly pumping up and down, riling him on and on until his toes curled and he couldn't take it anymore.
"I need to taste you," he whispered against her ear before softly pulling her earlobe with his lips, wrapped his arms around her middle and turned them his head ended up on top of her right breast so he chuckled at her, muttered a "Not bothered at all" and pulled playfully her nipple with his lips.
"Mmmm, lower," she muttered and he obeyed immediately, surprised by her commanding tone and willingness. Shouldn't she be preoccupied with Daniel finding out? Did she even cared about loyalty? But Robin was a masochist, andmaybe he should've taken that as a warning sign but he didn't. Instead he pulled her lacy g-string (and what the hell, since when does she wear these types of undergarments) with his mouth and smiled wickedly at her when she pushed them all the way down with her feet, clearly impatient and excited for what was about to happen next.
He doesn't know why he did it, except for the fact that he was feeling quite playful tonight. But he suddenly uttered a question that left him feeling smug and her eyes darkening with her arousal.
"Does Daniel do this?" he murmured when he leaned towards her center. Quickly, with feather like movements he flicked his tongue against her clit before leaning back and watched her fume as her thighs trembled on their own accord.
She moaned but didn't answered the question, instead she reached for his head and tried to pull him towards her center to no avail.
"Ah ah ah," he shook his head in the most subtle of ways and Regina audiblyswallowed, her eyes widening in exasperation.
"I asked you a question," he suckled on the inside of her meaty thigh marking his territory and Regina's lips parted, her tongue making an appearance as she tried to moisten her much too dry lips, her breath coming rapidly with every passing minute. "I said, does Daniel do this?" he asked again and before Regina could reply he planted his tongue flatly against her center and flicked it up and down, up and down against her entering before his mouth closed firmly around her clit. Sucking and licking and moaning and teasing and-
"God no!" she let out as he teasingly bit on her clit at the same time he pushed two fingers inside of her.
Hearing those magic words, Robin pulled away from her and gave her a wicked smile.
"That's what I thought," he crawled up her body leaving marks here and there with his constant suckling and biting, his fingers still buried within her warmth. Teasing, curling, giving her the pleasure this goddess deserved. When he reached her face, his lips a few millimeters away from hers and his fingers now teasing her entrance, he leaned in closer their lips barely touching and he whispered, "You're mine only" and before she could form a reply or kiss his lips fully, he moved his hips and entered her in one swift movement.
A gasp escaped her lips at the feel of finally being one with him, their gazes never breaking.
"God yes," she mewled when he moved in quick strides, his purpose one and only one. To make her his for all eternity. And he did, he pounded into her in quick movements, filling her up before pulling back and filling her once again harder than before.
God, she was so wet and so warm around him, their breaths mingling as he made her his and she made him hers, her hips shooting upwards meeting him thrust after thrust after thrust and when he felt her starting to clench around him, her mouth babbling incoherent things Robin knew that she was gone. And when she came all around him she kept whispering "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours" as she rode her orgasm.
His strides became quicker once again, his body begging for release and God, she was begging for him to come, to make her his once and for all. So he kept thrusting, kept savoring the feel of her surrounding him, of her walls clenching around him every time he pulled out in order to milk him, to add just more frictionto this act.
He was there, about to, abs straining with his release and he groaned kept pushing into her, into her, into her, his palms pulling at the skin of her hips as he drove home quicker each time.
God, he was so close, so fucking clo-
Was that actually a banging against a door? Was somebody calling his name?Wait, Regina's cunt wasn't actually surrounding him. His hands weren't grabbing her hips for dear life. No. Instead his own hand was closed around his cock as he stroked up and down and up and down and shit! Regina's sheets, Regina's bedroom, Regina's house!
He quickly pulled his hand away from his aching cock and his eyes immediately went over to the door, thankful that she hadn't barged in to the room.
"I know you're jet lagged and all but lunch is in about an hour," she screamed over the door and shit. He couldn't face her right now, not when a couple of seconds ago he was fucking her in the most hottest of ways inside his head.
No. This couldn't be happening. Robin should've known that this was a mistake. But then again, he should've known that Regina didn't simply walked into a bedroom asking for sex, but he went along with it in his dream. The aching need of being with her again not allowing him to think clearly. God, it had felt so real. But it had been too good to be true, like always.
Frustrated and visually aroused, Robin let out a puff of breath and closed his eyes once again.
"I'm coming," he replied and the teenage boy in him laughed inside because not two seconds ago he would've come inside her cunt if she hadn't-
"Okay. I'll be downstairs!" she called back and when Robin heard the click-clack of her heels as she descended the stairs he sighed in relief knowing that he could jump in the shower and finish off what his overly aroused brain had caused him.
He thanked his lucky stars that Regina's guest bedroom also came with a bathroom because otherwise he would've had to cross the hall trying to hide his bulging erection. It wouldn't have been a pretty sight if Regina encountered him running towards the bathroom his erection very noticeable underneath his boxers.
He walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower in hot and waited patiently for the steam to cover the glass door. His boxers landed with a plop on the floor and good Lord, when was the last time he had sex? A year ago? Two years ago? Robin didn't remember, what he did remember though is that for quite sometime it has only been him and his hand.
Unfortunately today was no different.
He got into the shower with a sigh and when the scalding water softly slapped against his back Robin let out a grunt at the warmth that reached his nether regions. He was thankful that Regina had a bottle of conditioner right by the corner and if he felt a little guilty when he squirted some into his palm, no one would notice.
He pictured her opening the shower door and getting inside. Pictured her pushing his fingers away from his throbbing cock and grabbing him herself. Pictured her getting down on her knees and soft lips enveloping his prick. Her mouth going up and down, up and down, her tongue twirling at the slit on the top before she smiled when he groaned and took him once again in between her lips, his crown hitting that sweet spot against the back of her throat as her head bobbed up and down, up and down, letting him know that she owned him.
Body and soul even in his mind.
Robin knew that one shouldn't have such thoughts about friends, shouldn't imagine her on her knees, her mouth full of his release as she smiles at him. But then again one shouldn't fuck thy friend and he had done that already several times. So he didn't gave it much thoughts. Resumed with his very vivid and detailed imagination and for a moment he swore he could feel her tongue teasing him, her mouth sucking him off.
And when Robin came with a low guttural groan, his eyes opened and he sighedwhen Regina disappeared from his mind. Was that actually his brain trying to tell him that she was the one for him? No, that's pathetic for Robin has had dreams like this before. He didn't need more wet dreams to confirm what he has known for ages, what his body recognizes in hers. She was in fact the one for some may say and frankly whenever he looks into her eyes for a long period of time, he finds himself believing just a tad more in such folklore.
He finished showering quickly, turned off the tap and immediately got out groaning all the while. Fate must be playing a cruel game with him, either that or the man from above really shipped him with Regina. Funnily enough in his hurry to finish off his very arousing morning he'd completely forgotten to ask for a towel on his way to the bathroom. So now he was stuck in the bathroom, nothing but a pair of boxers laying on the floor.
"This only happens to me," he murmured rolling his eyes as he puled his boxers on.
Now he had to face Regina five minutes after picturing her sucking him off in the bathroom. He really needed to get laid in the next couple of weeks, otherwise he didn't knew if he could contain himself around her. God knows –and his brain too, that he wanted to make her his one last time no matter how wrong it was. No matter if he burned down in hell. For a taste of those lips, he'll gladly sell his soulto the devil and thank him on a daily basis.
What the hell Robin. Stop thinking those things Robin unless you want to spend the next few weeks explaining just why you have to take a quick shower every morning.
"Regina," he called from the open door, his voice desperate and amused at the same time.
"What!" she calls from the first step, her eyes shamelessly traveling across his wet torso, her lips parting in what Robin could guess was an inaudible gasp and when their eyes met her cheeks tinted.
"I kinda need a towel," he chuckled. It came out a bit too forced but it worked because Regina was nodding her head rapidly and quickly walked upstairs.
Behind him he could listen to her opening bedroom doors, closet doors, pulling several things before her hand came in contact with his back and the other one offered him a white plush towel in front of him.
"You've been working out," she muttered and Robin had to will his body to calm down when her hot breath gently caressed the water droplets across his shoulder.
"Yeah, I've been hitting the gym lately," Robin had favored hitting the gym ever since she told him of the wedding, somewhere inside his brain he was sure that a couple of defined deltoids and biceps could do the trick to win her over.
And judging by the slight tremble on her voice when she muttered "That's great," it kind of did.
Her arm was tangled around his as she walked into the hotel lobby. She always did that whenever she was anxious. Robin remembered that every time her mother went to England to visit her, Regina –like a magnet, would glue to his side, would tangle their fingers together as she anxiously waited for her mother. He'd asked her once about it and she answered that she'd never realized she did it, blamed it on the nerves before she was back at his side tightening her hold on his hand. But Robin knew better. Robin knew that it was because whenever Regina was nervous or anxious, he would murmur sweet encouragements close to her ear, he would tighten his hold back at her and would wink at her when she met his gaze. Simple things that gave her strength. Simple things that her body and his had yet to forget but would soon have to. But not today.
So here she was, standing extremely close to him as her gaze travelled across the lobby, undoubtedly searching for the guests.
He took the moment to apply some pressure on her palm, coaxing her to look at him.
"Hey," he whispered when her incredibly bright eyes met his. "Don't worry about a thing…" he swayed his hips a bit she smiled back at him. He playfully pushed her to the side with his shoulder, wanting her to sway with him and she did.
"Cause every little thing is goin' to be alright," she sang the last part of their ritual and immediately he laughed along with her. They've done this every time this happened, every time either one of them were on the verge of a mental 'd read something about singing to calm the nerves, so he'd done exactly that with Regina.
"God I missed that," she sighed and Robin couldn't help but guess just how difficult for her these few years had been. Could almost picture her alone on her first day at her new job. That first night alone in New York. Debating how she looked on that first night out and for a moment he wanted to rewind time, wanted to stop her from boarding that plane, wanted to follow her all the way here. But he couldn't. He couldn't curse her to an unwanted life style caused entirely by his own selfish reasons and his need to be close to her.
So he agreed with her. Told her how much he missed her. Told her how he could never bake that batch of cookies like she did, could never make his risotto as tasteful as hers.
"Regina dear."
His breath caught on his throat and when he turned around his stomach constricted painfully when he came face to face with Cora Mills. She was wearing the mostgut wrenching smile on her face. Hypocritical sympathy on her eyes when she eyed him over.
"Hello mother," Regina replied and when her father came walking soon after Regina smiled fully, let out an excited daddy as she let go of Robin's hand and embraced her father.
He breathed a little better when Regina pointed towards him and Henry nodded, offered him a small sympathetic smile as they shook hands.
"Nice to see you again," Henry politely offered and Robin nodded his head.
..:::..
"Daniel is on his way," Anita Pace said as she hugged her future daughter in law.
"That's okay. This is Robin," she grabbed him by the arm and offered him a smile, "My best friend and as weird as it sounds, my maid of honor. Robin, this is Anita, Daniel's mother."
The older woman looked at him up and down and smiled at him.
"So he's the maid of honor. Huh," she gave him a comforting smile," We're very open minded with homosexuals, you'll always feel at home within our family," she hugged a very shocked Robin before making her way towards the restaurant,Cora and Henry following close behind.
He could hear Regina snorting on his side, bent over as she tried to contain the laughter that was soon bubbling up her chest.
"Oh my God," she let out as her hands covered her mouth and she tried to hold back the laughter to no avail.
"Your mother in law thinks I'm gay," Robin, still shocked, uttered as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and eyed her feigning hurt.
"Don't look at me like that. I told you not to wear that shirt," she raised her hands in innocence.
"Oh please, this shirt brings out my eyes," he winks at her and she simply shakes her head and keeps on laughing.
"You don't believe me?"
He missed this. Them teasing each other, taking bets and simply having fun. When did life became so fucking complicated? Why couldn't they just act like this every day?
"I'll prove it to you," he quickly scanned the lobby of the hotel and when he found an elderly woman making a bee line for the restaurant he sprang after her and loudly asked her "Miss, sorry to bother you but I have a friend over there," he points towards Regina and the lady eyes her curiously. "Her name is Regina and she says that this shirt makes me look homosexual and I'd like to prove to her that it doesn't, that it fits me snugly and brings out the color on my eyes."
The woman simply shakes her head, an amused smile playing upon her lips as she threw a thumbs up at Regina.
"It kind of does," she giggled like a school girl. "But it does brings out those beautiful eyes," she smiled kindly at him and resumed a brisk walk towards the restaurant.
"I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now," Robin said when he reached her side.
"Don't feel so bad, we'll burn it when we get home," she offered him a sympathetic smile as she reached for his cheek and rubbed the stubble there.
"My love," a deep voice called from behind them and Robin immediately tensed.
This was it.
This was the moment he was waiting for. One turn and he would finally come face to face with the man that has stolen Regina from him. The man who apparently owned Regina's heart.
What would he think if he caught them like this? Regina realized the same thing at the same time because her eyes widened and her palm left his cheek as if it burnt her. But instead of swallowing hard like Robin thought she would –like he wanted her to- her face broke into the widest of smiles, turned around and immediately embraced her fiancé.
The two kissed as if their life depended on it and the five year old in Robin gagged at the prospect, looked everywhere except their way and just scratched the back of his head. Funny how a few hours ago he was thankful that there had been no awkwardness on his trip. Well there's always a first time.
Oh my God. How much longer did he had to wait until Daniel and Regina parted? Gosh, he wasn't looking their why but damn it were they making sounds or what?Was Daniel actually groaning against Regina? Were they actually going to have sex a few feet away from him? Jesus Christ if they keep on like that Robin didn't know If he'd be able to survive.
So he cleared his throat and the couple broke their eternal kiss.
"Oh yes! Daniel this is Robin my best friend," Regina said after a minute.
Gosh, stop reminding everyone that he's just your best friend! We get it.
"Robin this is Daniel Pace," she smiled at said man before continuing, both staring at each other's eyes. "My fiancé"
And the motherfucker kissed her again and Robin groaned internally. But thankfully it was merely a peck so they broke off quickly.
"Pleasure to finally meet you Robin," the man turned towards him and offered his hand. Robin shook it and inside he groaned again because fuck, his shake held security and strength and suddenly he felt like an ant in front of Zeus.
"The pleasure is mine," he replied between clenched teeth and a forced smile.
..:::..
He did not realized how hard this would be.
All around him guests were chatting with each other, toasting to the soon to be newlyweds as they ate and discussed details of the wedding. The three wedding planers were excitedly explaining their ideas, the menu they'd agreed on, the flowers, the music, everything. And all around the table people were either nodding excitedly or giving the couple thumbs up. Rachel, Daniel's sister, hadn't stop shooting daggers at him with her eyes, her feelings apparently after Regina decided to pick him for maid of honor and not her.
"She's a bitch," Emma whispered from her chair beside his. Good lord and if it weren't for Emma or Regina's father who'd been intent on keeping him comfortable, he would've gouged his eyes out at the first detail of the wedding.
"I'm afraid I already figured that one out," he winked at Emma and she merely chuckled and nodded.
"Tell me something Miss. Emma," he leaned closer to her and glanced around the table to make sure that no one was listening to him, instead they were all too focused on the three people animatedly talking. "Are they always this stock up?"
"God yes," Emma replied quickly before shrugging and focusing once again on the dessert in front of her.
"Here," Henry offered from his side. "The best way to survive these things is by having four of these," with an amused smile the older man handed him a second glass of wine.
"Thank you," Robin chuckled and started drinking up once again.
"I can't imagine how hard this must be for you," Henry whispered after a moment and Robin just stared at him confused. "I'm not an idiot Robin," he continued, a knowing smile playing upon his lips at Robin's sudden stammering. "I've known since we visited that last Christmas," he placed his hand on Robin's shoulder and gently patted it sympathetically. "It must not be easy for you. I'm sorry you have to go through this," the man's lips formed a thin line as he took a sip of his own drink.
Robin on the other hand was shocked. Breaths coming shallower with every passing moment. He thought he'd hidden his feelings perfectly around them. Maybe it had been the playful manner with which Robin and Regina joked around each other with the guests. Perhaps it had been that she offered him a taste of her cuisine whenever she cooked, or the other way around. Or maybe, just maybe, it had been the night they'd spent watching movies. Just him, Regina and Henry,Cora had been too tired to watch movies so she'd called it an early night. They spent the night watching Christmas movies, for some reason BBC had a marathon that night and Regina had fell asleep against his shoulder halfway through. Robinon the other hand, was pretty sure that he spent the rest of "Love Actually" staring casually glancing at his best friend.
So much for subtlety.
Henry had called it a night when the movie ended and he remembers everything now. He remembers the approving smile Henry gave him before heading upstairs to Regina's bedroom. They'd agree that Regina's parents would stay in her room, she would stay in his and he would sleep on the couch.
But c'mon, it never went like that.
The older man apparently noticed him searching through his brain for bits and info when he whispered "I knew you didn't sleep on the couch."
So Robin couldn't do anything but feel the warmth creeping towards his cheeks, a coy and embarrassed smile playing upon his lips when Henry chuckled loudly.
"What's so funny dear," Cora asked from beside Henry. Everyone at the table quieted down and stared at Henry except Regina.
She instead was staring at Robin from across, an amused but questioning look on her face.
"Nothing, I just never thought I'd see the day when my beautiful daughter would get married."
"Oh daddy," Regina said tearfully before reaching across the table for his hand.
..:::..
"Hey Robin"
Robin groaned inwardly. He couldn't deal with more surprises that day and this dude had the best timing in the world. He'd excuse himself from the table, the three glasses of wine being too much for his bladder so he needed to use the bathroom and he needed to wind down from Henry's conversation. But God apparently wanted to play games with him because Daniel had followed him here. Had picked the urinal right next to his instead of the one on the far left.
"Hello," Robin replied simply, his task now one and one only. To empty his bladder and just leave this man to his-
Whoa. What the hell. No wonder Regina's apparently in love with him.
Robin wasn't a man to feel self conscious about his size. I mean, he had a pretty reasonable size and he knew how to use it very well thank you. But this? This Daniel? Well not only did he have the most annoying of smiles, the most pronounced jaw, but apparently –and judging by Robin's angle of view- the man was pretty much a God in the package.
Really? What else could this man do? He was a successful millionaire, charming personality, good looks and has won the lottery in the form of Regina by his damn it, the man upstairs was really having a lot of fun messing up Robin's life.
"I was thinking, since you are my fiancé's best friend and since we will practically become family in a few weeks, maybe you can join me for some poker tomorrow night?"
Didn't I tell you? Intent on destroying Robin's life.
"Uh yes sure," Robin replied still dumbfounded by his recent discovers.
"Okay. Great! Regina's going to be ecstatic!"
Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say Daniel.
Robin quickly finished his business, washed his hands and started walking towards the door before turning back around. He needed to get some things clear inside his head. Needed to ask the thing that had plagued his brain ever since Regina let him know of her engagement. A question that perhaps held the key to his desperately needed closure (funny though, because a couple of hours ago he was having sex with her in his head).
"Let me ask you something Daniel."
The man in his chirpy behavior nodded his head soon after drying his hands.
"What are your intentions with Regina?" he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Ain't it a little late to be asking those sort of questions?" Daniel replied smugly, a confused look soon etching his features when Robin offered him a dry laugh.
"It's better late than never right? Wouldn't want my best friend to do something she'll regret in the future, right?"
Daniel's lips formed a thin line as he slowly nodded at Robin's question. Robin one, Daniel zero (if you don't count his package).
"I mean, you do know that if you ever hurt her, if you ever cause her the smallest amount of pain I will hunt you down."
Robin two, Daniel zero. But since when did this become a competition?
"You see, that woman," Robin points behind him towards the door signaling to the restaurant. "That woman is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I just believe it's my duty as her closest friend to protect her at all costs."
"I know. I was just trying to lighten the mood," Daniel replied.
Choosing to ignore him, Robin continued. "So let me ask you again Daniel. What are your intentions with Regina?"
After a moment of deep concentration Daniel replied. "I just want to make her happy. I do love her."
Robin two, Daniel one.
Robin simply nodded at the man and left the bathroom.
They say that looking out for those you love is painful, truth is Robin never imagined how painful it could be until Daniel uttered those words. Words that Robin had prayed would open the door to a closure, but instead opened the door to a much darker path. The path of unaccepting this. The path that begged him to explore his feelings for Regina on a much deeper level. To enhance that connection with her.
And when Regina let out an excited smile when he told her that he and Danielwere going to spend some time together tomorrow, he swallowed down his jealousy and wondered just how longer it would be until he finally exploded.
Until his feelings get the best of him and he ends up spilling all of it to her.
Truth is deep down Robin knew that if he kept up like this, if he went down that path it wouldn't be much longer until the inevitable happened.
And frankly, it wasn't.
Thoughts?
