You will get the second part to the Salsa Club AU very soon. But the episode got in the way, and katicparrilla asked me if I can write a smutty continuation of the OQ scene, and I couldn't resist. :-)

If you find someone you love enough to ruin your entire life for, it's always worth it.

His heart was hammering in his chest as he reached for the door of the vault and pulled it open. Drinking himself into oblivion hadn't helped a bit, and now he was back here. Searching for her. Because he couldn't do what she was asking of him. He couldn't just forget her.

She wasn't even looking up as he walked around the corner, but he saw her stiffen. She knew it was him.

"Why am I getting a sense of déjà vu?" she mumbled, and when she looked up her gaze was cool. But he wouldn't let her send him away. Not again. Not now. He came here for a reason.

"Regina, I have lived by a code my entire life," he said calmly, walking slowly towards her. "Steal from the rich and give to the poor. Be truthful, righteous, and good. I tried to live by that code every day of my life."

"Then why are you here?" she asked, looking completely confused.

She was beautiful. And he was so in love with her.

"'Cause today is not one of those days."

The confusion on her face intensified as he rushed towards her, cradled her face in his hands and just kissed her. For a second she didn't move at all, but then her arms came around him and she reciprocated the kiss, and he hauled her up into his arms, kissing her as if his life depended on it.

God, he had missed her so much.

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She didn't know what he was doing back here. Why he kept torturing her. His explanation didn't make any sense. He had told her before that he lived by a code, to explain to her why he needed to stay with his wife.

What was he doing here?

"Then why are you here?"

She couldn't take it any longer. He should just leave, and stop breaking her heart over and over again.

"'Cause today is not one of those days."

What was he talking about?

She could only stare at him as he approached her, and suddenly his hands were cradling her face and his lips pressed on her, stunning her completely. For about three seconds before she opened her mouth and kissed him back.

God, she had missed him. So much.

"Robin ..." she breathed after they needed to come up for air, and she tried to push away from him. But his arms were pulling her back flush against his body.

"No talking. Not now," he rasped and his mouth was back on hers.

His scruff was bruising her skin as he kissed her hungrily, and she gasped under his lips as he swirled her around and sat down on the bench. His hands were smoothing her dress up, the fabric pooling around her waist. One hand was kneading her ass while his other hand slipped between her thighs, and she moaned into his mouth as his fingers slipped under her panties.

"God, Regina." His voice was only a hoarse whisper when he leaned back and looked up at her, his eyes glazed over with lust as he slipped one finger into her, his thumb rubbing softly over her clit, and she rocked into his touch. "I've missed you so much."

Her hands were reaching between them, her fingers fumbling with his pants. It took her way too long to free him, because he didn't stop torturing her. But then his cock sprang free, and a moment later he slipped into her, their groans echoing through the vault as he pulled her hips forward and buried himself in her until the hilt.

His head was lying on her shoulder, his breath brushing over her neck as they both struggled with the sensations their connection elicited in them. She felt him trembling under her fingers, his cock hard and pulsating inside of her.

"Robin we can ..."

"Shh, I said no talking."

He leaned back then, his eyes finding hers and holding her gaze as he pushed her hips backwards again, and she groaned as his length slid over her walls and he hovered at her entrance, a shiver running down her spine as his eyes bore into hers.

"I love you, Regina."

His mouth was back on hers in the same moment he pulled her back towards him, filling her completely. It wasn't even remotely comfortable, and for a split second she asked herself if they weren't too old to have sex like some horny teenagers. But then he hit the spot deep inside of her, and she forgot everything else, only concentrating on moving atop of him, letting him slide in and out of her faster and faster.

Jolts were rushing through her as his fingers found her clit, and moments later she exploded around him, his hands gripping her waist roughly and keeping her moving while her orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave crashing down on her while he still thrust into her with deep strokes, shooting her up another peek as he stiffened inside of her and spilled his release into her.

They didn't move for what felt like an eternity, unable to separate just yet, his lips brushing over her neck as he tilted his head.

"I'm sorry," he murmured against her skin. "I shouldn't have taken you like this."

"It wasn't as if I wanted you to stop," she replied, her fingers carding through his hair and pulling him back to look him in the eyes.

"We need to find another way," he whispered, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. "I can't make myself forget about you. I just can't, Regina."

"Okay."

"Okay?" he asked surprised. "You said there is no other way."

"I love you too, Robin," she said softly, lifting her hand and putting it on his. "And clearly staying out of each other's way isn't really working."

"Clearly." He shot her a lopsided grin, and shifted underneath her.

"We should get out of here," she told him, trying to stand up, but his hands were holding her down, and she felt him already hardening inside of her again.

"One last time," he rasped, and she wanted to protest. But then he slid out of her again, excruciatingly slow, letting her feel every single inch of his arousal, and instead of the protest, a sigh slipped over her lips.

"Okay," she whispered, starting to move her hips in rhythm with his thrusts. "One last time."