Here's the second part for last chapters prompt. Hop you enjoy!
Robin rubs his face tiredly as he makes his way down to his door. He was about to go to bed when his bell rang, making him wonder who could be at his door at 1 in the morning. Maybe some drunken kids were bored or someone got the wrong apartment. Expecting it to be about anyone Robin opens the door, facing the last person he would've guessed to ever show up at his apartment.
Her face is red, cheeks wet with tears, hands fumbling with her car keys and eyes pressed close. Robin calls her name, prompting her to meet his sight, apology probably on the tip of her tongue, when he beats her to it.
'What is it, Regina?'
The woman in question is looking at her hands now, still fumbling with her keys. 'I'm sorry', she practically sobs, taking a breath before telling him, 'I shouldn't have come here', already turning to leave.
'But, you're still here', Robin stops her, 'and I won't let you go until I know you're okay again.'
'Can I come in?', she asks almost inaudible, fresh tears escaping her eyes as she turns her face towards him. Nodding sympathetically, he steps aside and gestures for her to come in. When she does so, he takes her coat, before placing a hand between her shoulders and leading her to the living room. 'Do you want something to drink?' he questions her, 'Wine maybe?' Regina seems to contemplate her answer, looking at the car key in her hands so he tells her, 'It's okay, one glass won't hurt and I can drive you home if you want to', prompting her to nod.
One glass in each hand he makes his way back to her, sitting himself on the couch as well and holding the drink out to his companion. At first she's simply busying herself with running a long, slim finger around the rim of her glass, before taking a big gulp and silently admitting, 'I found your letters.'
'I see', he replies, wanting to let her speak some more, before adding anything else. She seems to sense what he's doing, since she continues only a minute later, telling him she read all of them in the right order.
'Are the letters the reason you came here tonight?' he asks her without any judgment painting his voice.
Finally lifting her eyes to his again, Regina admits that 'yes' she did, taking a pause before continuing. 'You told me you loved me in every single one… even the last one. And I… I didn't understand why… why you would've still loved me, after how I treated you and… and our relationship. And when I was done with the last letter the only thing I felt was…regret, because I destroyed the best thing I ever had in my life.'
Brown eyes are filling up with tears again and Robin doesn't think twice when he gathers Regina into his arms, rubbing a comforting hand over her back as she muffles her cries into his shoulder. 'I'm so sorry, Robin. God, I'm so sorry! I… I love you so damn much it hurts! And those letters… I just… I just couldn't face the fact of never seeing you again after reading them.'
'I'm sorry as well, my darling', he whispers into her ear; placing a kiss on her neck for good measure, while rocking them both back and forth. 'I should've fought more for this. I never wanted to move out in the first place.'
She draws back a bit, wiping her tears as she goes. Her voice is painted with disbelief as she asks him, 'Why not? I'm sure I was horrible to live with.' 'Because', Robin starts, holding her face up with gentle fingers, 'I still loved you. Sure, you made living with you hard sometimes, but I still loved you. And I still do like I did on the very first day.'
Her only reply is a small gasp, when Robin rests his forehead against hers, both of them closing their eyes and reveling in the moment, before nudging her head up a little and sealing their lips in a soft kiss.
The past three months seem completely forgotten, when the kiss deepens and he pulls her into his lap. Desperate hands claw at each other, discarding t-shirts and undergarments, before pushing at trousers on their way to the bedroom. When skin finally meets skin again and words of love are written upon the others body instead of paper, Robin Locksley couldn't be happier for having written those letters for he held the love of his life in his arms and wouldn't ever let go again.
There will be an Epilogue and yes I'm planning on telling you what that letter (or parts of it) said so keep an eye out for it.
I would love to hear your thoughts (or maybe even wishes) on this story!