Salsa club AU. And there will be a second part to this. I hope you enjoy. :-)

He enjoyed the hour when he was cleaning up the bar after everyone had gone home. He could only bartend one evening a week, and he always tried to get as much out of it as he could.

Putting the last glasses in the dishwasher, he closed the door and swept his gaze a last time over the bar, making sure everything was at its place for Jefferson to take over tomorrow without a hitch.

He just wanted to turn around and go upstairs when he heard the clack of her heels on the floor, and a moment later the jukebox came to life, and the first sound of their song vibrated through the room.

"Come on, Locksley. Time to play."

His mouth curled up into a grin, and he threw the towel on the counter before he turned around and faced her.

"Is that so, Mills?"

"Business is over, Locksley. I want the pleasure now."

He walked through the swinging door and joined her on the floor, stopping a few feet away from her.

"Come here, Regina." His voice dropped, becoming husky. He could see her eyes narrow and her cheeks flushing, and he crooked his finger to beg her over. "I can give you the pleasure you want."

It was always like this. Whenever she decided to give them both a break from their normal life. He knew she had probably just finished the paperwork for today, and it didn't happen as often as in the beginnings of their relationship that they found the time and energy to revisit the playful banter with which they had started their relationship.

But today was one of those days.

He felt his cock already harden, straining against the zipper of his pants. He knew this would end in insanely hot sex. It always did.

He swirled her around the moment she stepped into his arms, pressing her against his body, letting her feel how much he wanted her, needed her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her ass pushing back against him, and he splayed his fingers over her stomach, keeping her flush against his body as he started to move to the music.

They had been perfect for each other right from the start. The first moment he had held her in his arms, he had known that she was it. The woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

His hand wandered up over her ribcage, skimming over her already erect nipple, and she sucked in a breath, arching her back, pushing her breast into his palm. Groaning, he fisted her dress in his grip and pulled it up over her waist, his fingers slipping under her panties, and finding her already soaking wet for him.

"God, Regina. I need you. Right now."

"I need you too, Robin."

Somehow they found their way upstairs, stumbling into her office, books thumping to the ground as he pushed her towards her desk. Her dress was off a moment later, and his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking at it hard as he slipped one finger into her scorching heat.

He was almost exploding with desire, his cock pounding in his pants. Letting her nipple pop out of his mouth, he yanked her panties down her legs before he swirled her around and pressed his hand between her shoulder blades until she was lying flat on the desk, her legs spread wide, her wet cunt glinting with her arousal.

He cursed loudly as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground, ripping the zipper of his pants almost off as he freed his cock. His pants were falling to the floor, but he didn't even bother to step out of them, just gripping her waist and stepping closer. Aligning himself, he leaned forward, his teeth scraping over her ear lobe, biting down hard as he slammed into her with one hard thrust.

He lacked any finesse as he took her hard, giving them both what they desperately needed. A frantic fuck.

Her walls started to flutter around him only a minute later, and he growled, jerking his hips forward one last time before he spurted his release into her, burying himself in her as deep as he could, riding out his climax with his chest pressed against her back, pinning her to the desk.

They had somehow found their way to the couch in her office afterwards, and had collapsed onto it in a tangled heap.

Her fingers intertwined with his, and she snuggled into his embrace, pressing a kiss against his knuckles before she whispered, "So ... Killian and Emma."

"You predicted it the first time you saw them dancing together," he replied, tightening his fingers around hers.

"Yes," she murmured, reaching back and trailing her fingers over his thigh. "But these two were stubborn. It took them over six months."

"That makes how many now?" he asked, brushing his lips over her forehead, his cock already twitching back to life as she writhed her ass over him.

"Eighteen," she whispered, tilting her head to press her lips against his cheek. "Oh, and by the way. We are invited to another wedding."

"Who?"

"William and Ashley."

"So we are only two away?" he asked, his fingers ghosting over her stomach.

As they had started the club they had joked about getting married when twenty couples got together after meeting in their club, and somehow the joke had become a date in some form. There hadn't been a proposal. They both knew the moment they hit the magic number they would get married as soon as possible.

"Yes," she replied, slipping one leg between his.

"You wanna chicken out?" he asked, his hand trailing lower, skimming over her sensitive bud.

"Not a chance."

"So … what do you think?" His finger drew lazy circles over her clit, his lips brushing over her cheek as he rasped, "In two months?"

"Maybe three?"

"Let's hope for two," he breathed, shifting so that she was lying beneath him, his arousal nudging against her entrance.

"Yes. Let's hope for two."

And with her last word he entered her again.