"Of Stags and Hens"

Regina closed the blinds on her office window as she took a deep breath. It was Friday and the weekend lay ahead of her and Robin. The weather had finally taken a spring-like turn so she was looking forward to spending some time out in their spacious lawn. Maybe he could fire up the barbecue…

"Knock, knock!" Mary Margaret said in a sing-song voice from behind her, interrupting her reverie.

"What are you still doing here? Go home…" Regina trailed off as she took in her assistant. Mary Margaret wore a beautiful sea-green satin dress with a neckline that showed off her pregnancy-enhanced cleavage. It fell over her pear-shaped baby bump beautifully and had wide sleeves that left most of her arms bare. Regina wasn't sure where Mary Margaret was going, but she looked amazing.

Mary Margaret smiled, holding out a garment bag. "Ruby dropped this off earlier for you to wear tonight."

"Why?" Regina frowned, racking her brain for an event she may have forgotten. "What's tonight?"

"Your bachelorette party!" Mary Margaret said, laughing.

Blinking a few times, Regina let out a little laugh. "Of course. I should've known this was coming. So what are we doing?"

"We're going to Masquerade," she replied. "I'm not sure how, but Ruby was able to get our names on the list. We're getting in."

Regina blinked a few times. Masquerade was the newest hotspot in Avalon and the list to get in was almost as exclusive as the Oscars. People had been raving about the place and though she wasn't as much into the nightlife as she had been when she was younger, Regina had wanted to go.

But there was one thing she was concerned about as she addressed her friend: "It's a club. Are you okay with that?"

Mary Margaret nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. You lot need a designated driver and a mother hen. I'll keep everyone in line and get you home safely. Besides, I can still dance. My ankles aren't that swollen yet."

"Well, if you need to go, let us know," Regina replied, reaching for the garment bag. She huffed. "So I want to know what my cousin picked out for me?"

"I snuck a peek. Robin would lose his mind if he saw you in that." Mary Margaret winked before closing the door so Regina could change.

She unzipped the garment bag and didn't know whether to kill her cousin or not. Ruby had picked out a red dress for her with a corset bodice and tight skirt. It was strapless and would no doubt show off her cleavage and a fair amount of leg. She knew she would look good in it but wasn't sure she would want the attention the dress would bring her.

Regina shook her head, clearing the thoughts from her mind. She was going to wear the dress and she was going to enjoy herself. And then she was going to go home, wake up Robin and let him peel the dress from her.

He would love that.

She pulled off the dress she had worn to work as well as her bra. Regina took out the dress and a pair of lacy red panties fell out of the bag. It seemed Ruby had planned for everything, she realized as she raised her eyebrow. She put them on and then squeezed herself into the dress.

"Mary Margaret, I need some help," she called out, opening the door a bit as she held the dress up with one hand. "Can you come here?"

Her friend hurried in, nodding when Regina motioned to the laces on her back. "Let me know when you're good," Mary Margaret said as she began tightening them.

When Regina felt she was supported but still could breath, she gave the signal for Mary Margaret to stop. She turned and held out her arms. "What do you think?"

"I think we might be chasing away a lot of disappointed men and women away tonight," she replied. "Don't forget the shoes. Do you want to do anything with your hair?"

Regina reached up to the clip holding her hair off her neck. She had been letting it grow out for the wedding and so now had to worry about actually styling it most days. It made her frown. "What would I do with it?"

"I brought my things. We could try curls? A fancy bun? Whatever you want," Mary Margaret said.

"Curls sound nice." Regina removed the clip from her hair, letting her dark locks fall around her shoulders. "Too bad I also don't have my makeup."

"Ruby left her makeup kit. I'm sure you'll be able to pull together a look from that." Mary Margaret hooked their arms and led Regina into the next room to finish getting ready for their night out.

Robin stood from his desk, working out a kink in his neck as he watched his computer power down. He was looking forward to a weekend of doing nothing, just lounging around the house with Regina. They needed a do-nothing weekend as they entered the homestretch to their wedding, he believed. While he was looking forward to it, if he had to think of one more thing about it, Robin believed he was going to scream.

The office was quiet as he had sent most of his employees home early to enjoy the beautiful spring weather. He grabbed his bag and turned off the lights, heading to the office.

He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as something felt off to him. If he was honest, he had had the feeling all day but couldn't figure out why. Shaking it off, Robin headed toward the door. He was just being silly.

Turning off the office lights, he locked the doors. Before he could open them to leave, a bag covered his head and someone grabbed his arms, handcuffing them behind him. He struggled against his captors, but strong hands pushed forward as he felt the cool Spring air, meaning they had left Sherwood. One of his abductors pushed his head down, helping him into a car. He heard doors slam and an engine rev up.

Fresh air assaulted him as the bag was removed, revealing he was in the backseat of Tuck's SUV as they drove away from the office. David sat next to him while Will grinned from the front seat. "Surprise!"

"What…What's going on?" Robin asked, frowning.

"We finally got him!" Tuck crowed. "It's your bachelor party, my boy."

Robin blinked a few times before chuckling. "Yes, you did get me. Congrats, you guys."

Will preened before saying: "We're going to Masquerade. John's done some promotional work for them and got our names on the list. So we're going to drink, dance and just celebrate your final days of bachelorhood. Any questions?"

"Just one." Robin turned so his hands were visible to David. "Can you take these off now? I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh, right. Give me a moment," David said. Robin heard him pull out a key and felt him unlock the handcuffs. They fell away and Robin was able to sit more comfortably in the seat.

Will nodded. "So we're going to John's and you can get changed. Then we'll head out. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good." He grinned, leaning back and relaxing as Tuck continued the drive to John's apartment.

Mary Margaret drove them to Masquerade. She had curled and pinned Regina's hair up, leaving a few curls to frame her face. Regina touched one, letting it bounce as she sat in the front passenger seat. Ruby, Kathryn, Mal and Cru were all squashed in the backseat, which annoyed Cru.

"If I knew Preggo was driving us, I would've ordered us a limo," she huffed. "More room and way more appropriate."

"But then we'd all have to leave at the same time. Remember we agreed to this with the understanding we could leave earlier or later as long as we got cabs?" Mal pointed out.

Cru sighed. "Right. My luck you would all conk out early on me. Except maybe Ruby."

"We can share a cab together, Cru," Ruby replied, leaning over Kathryn to nudge the other woman's shoulder.

"I plan on sharing a cab with a handsome sex god," Cru shot back.

Mary Margaret shook her head as she parked the car. "Okay, we're here. Can we remember that this night is for Regina?"

"Yes," they all chorused before climbing out of the car, Regina chuckling to herself.

Once she was out, Kathryn approached her. "So, we figured you wouldn't want to wear a veil or a crown or a sash…"

"Damn right," Regina interjected.

Kathryn nodded before producing a button that read Bride-To-Be that had tulle attached to mimic a veil. "What about this?"

Regina studied it before taking it from her friend, nodding. "I think this will do."

"Good," Ruby said, taking the pin before frowning. "The question is where we're going to put it?"

After some discussion with everyone else, they decided on the little belt-like piece of fabric around her waist. Regina then grabbed her black clutch and the group headed into the club.

Besides being on the list, patrons had to dress in bright colors, no all black or all white outfits, to gain entry into the club. Ruby wore a red and black corset top paired with tight red leather pants. Cru dressed similarly in a red tube top paired with white pants. Mal had gone with a purple pantsuit with a plunging neckline that showed a good amount of cleavage, to Regina's surprise, while Kathryn wore a baby blue strapless hi-lo dress.

"I feel like we're the gay pride flag," Cru muttered.

Ruby frowned, crossing her arms. "And what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing," she replied. "But this isn't your usual club wear."

"This isn't your usual club. It's the hottest one in all of Maine. Maybe even the Northeast," Kathryn said.

They approached the bouncer, who held up a tablet as he asked: "Name?"

"It should be under Ruby Lucas plus five guests," Ruby said, batting her eyes at him as she leaned closer.

He scrolled through his list before unhooking the red velvet rope keeping them from the club entrance. "Have a good time, ladies. Especially you, Miss Bride."

Regina felt herself blush when he winked at her and she hurried past to enter the club. The foyer was well lit and a few people milled about, chatting and sipping cocktail drinks. It almost looked like a theater lobby rather than a club, with plush red carpets and a sweeping staircase leading upstairs.

"What's up there?" Mary Margaret asked, green eyes wide as she took everything in.

"Private rooms," a young woman in orange said, smiling as she passed them. "They're for couples who want to get to know each other better."

Regina nodded. "Well, I don't think we'll be needing those. Thank you."

"We need to get our masks," Ruby said, pulling out in front. "They're the best part of the club."

They stopped by a desk that had several masks in different colors laid out. A man in a gold mask stood behind it, smiling at them as he waved his hand over the masks. "Ladies, find the one that best matches your outfit and then go out there and have fun."

Regina picked up a fiery red Venetian mask and held it to her face, tying the ribbons behind her head. Once she was comfortable in it, she took a deep breath before heading out for a night of anonymous drinking and dancing with her friends.

Will weaved through the crowd with David, the two of them holding drinks for everyone. David's gold mask was slightly askew but Will's red one was still in place, making Robin wonder what his married friend had been up to. He adjusted his own blue mask before taking the glass of whiskey from Will. "Thanks, mate."

"What happened to you?" John asked, eyes narrowing behind his green mask as he took in David.

He sighed. "I got jostled while trying to get away from the bar. I'm lucky I don't have alcohol all over me."

"It's pretty crowded in here," Tuck yelled over the music. "Or am I just really old now?"

"You're not old." Robin clapped his friend's shoulder, chuckling.

Will nodded. "It's really crowded. The bartender said that there are three other bachelor parties here as well as a couple bachelorettes. And some birthdays. All of that is on top of the usual crowd."

"But we're not going to let that ruin our fun time, right?" John asked, holding out his beer. "To Robin and his last days of bachelorhood."

"To Robin," the others chorused before they all downed their drinks.

Will put his empty shot glass down. "So who wants to go dancing?"

"Let us finish our drinks first," Robin told him, laughing. "Just because you got a shot…"

"Yeah. Have some patience," John teased.

Sighing, Will sat back and studied the crowd. Robin raised his eyebrow. "Does Ana have to be concerned?"

"What?" His head snapped back toward Robin, eyes wide. "No. I love her…She's my Regina. It's just…I was wondering if maybe Regina is one of the bachelorettes celebrating out there."

He shrugged. "Maybe. But I got the feeling that Kathryn was looking more into booking them a weekend at a spa, like Regina convinced Ariel to do for Mary Margaret's. Just forty-eight hours of pampering."

"Doesn't sound too bad actually," John said, taking another sip of his beer. "And besides, this place is still pretty exclusive. I was lucky I was able to get us in."

"Regina's firm is pretty prestigious. Perhaps they did the marketing for this place? Or have some sort of pull?" Tuck suggested.

David shrugged. "It's possible. But I didn't hear Mary Margaret mention anything about the bachelorette party. I didn't think it was planned just yet."

"Does it really matter?" Robin asked. "It's not like I'm planning to go wild tonight. I'm just here to have a good time with my mates and then go home to her."

"Well then, drink up and let's get this party started!" John said, downing the rest of his beer.

Chuckling, Robin finished his whiskey and followed his friends out into the middle of the dancefloor.

After a couple hours of dancing and throwing back every shot Cru passed her, Regina was feeling fine. Even better than fine. Her body moved to the music amongst the crush of writhing bodies, all anonymous thanks to the masks. She was looking to flirt but she would admit to dancing briefly with a few men who floated her way, though she had saved some of her racier moves for a dance with Mal.

She was certain Mary Margaret was scarred for life after that.

Despite her pregnancy, she was having a good time and was still able to enjoy the dancing. However, the club grew more packed as the night wore on and she wasn't comfortable with all the jostling she was experiencing. So she had excused herself and was watching everyone's clutches at a table for the time being.

Ruby and Cru were in their element. They danced with anyone who was willing and did more shots along with the ones the bridal party were doing together. Regina was impressed that they were still standing upright, to be honest. But now she had lost sight of them, as well as Kathryn while Mal had excused herself to go to the bathroom. It left her alone on the dancefloor amid a throng of revelers.

"A tequila shot for the bride-to-be?" a man behind her asked. His voice sounded familiar and she turned around, curious.

He was taller than her with blond hair that looked like a fingers had been raked through it a few times. Blue eyes matched his shirt, which was unbuttoned enough that she could see what appeared to be a silver arrowhead hanging from a chain resting against his chest, and the mask wrapped around his eyes and nose. The mystery man smiled and she could see some lines crinkle around his eyes.

Emboldened, she took the shot he held out to her. "Quite bold to be hitting on a woman you know is getting married soon," she said, fiddling with her button.

"Maybe," he replied. "Or maybe it's cowardice. I know nothing can go past flirting and perhaps some dancing. No chance of a relationship, of having to change my life."

She raised an eyebrow. "Dabble in psychology, do we?"

"Someone I care about does." He smiled as he held out his shot glass. "To psychology?"

"To psychology," she echoed. They downed their tequila shots together, placing the empty glasses on the tray of a passing server.

He held out his hand to her. "Care for a dance, mi…my dear?"

Overlooking his slip, she nodded as she took his hand. "Lead the way, good sir."

They wove through the crowd until they were in the middle of the dancefloor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his thick hair, as his wound their way around her waist. He pulled her close as they began to move together, body pressed to body. She felt her heart sped up and she knew she was getting wetter each time his hips brushed hers but didn't care.

For now, it was just him, her and the music.

Robin was drunk.

And horny.

Very, very horny.

Heat engulfed him, from the bodies dancing around him and especially from the one dressed in a tight red dress grinding against him. Robin groaned as her ass moved again, his cock hardening as he gripped her hips, swaying in time with her.

She slid a hand up to rest against his neck, pressing his head closer to her. "You having fun?" she asked, tantalizing red lips close to his ear.

"Very much so," Robin said. "Do you want another shot?"

"Don't you think we've had plenty?" She turned his arms, pressing herself closer. He noted she did sway a bit on her feet, but it could be the impossibly high and thin heels she wore.

He hummed, his hands sliding down to her ass. "I'm not sure. I think there's always room for one more."

She bit her lip. "Then lead the way to the booze, good sir."

Robin took her hand and they weaved between other revelers as he sought out a tray of shots. He hoped it was something good, though he doubted it mattered at this point. Anything that would keep up their buzz would be suitable.

"There," she said, giggling as she nearly tripped on her heels. He caught her and she giggled again. "My hero."

He held her close. "Maybe we should ix-nay those shots. We might be too drunk already."

She shook her head. "I'm fine. One more shot won't hurt, right?"

"I guess not," he agreed, waving down a waiter. "How about some Jell-O shots?"

"Sounds good," she said, drawing out the o's in "good." She leaned against him, giggling again.

The waiter approached them and Robin took two shots before thanking the young man. He handed one to her and kept one for himself. "Who's turn is it to toast?"

"Fuck toasts. Let's just do the shot." She tossed hers back, savoring it as she closed her eyes.

He chuckled, tossing back his own shot as well. The sweet Jell-O melted on his tongue and he felt the alcohol burn on its way down his throat. Maybe he could use another shot after all…

"Penny for your thoughts, handsome?" she purred, wrapping herself around his body once more.

"My thoughts are very, very naughty right now," he replied, fingers fiddling with her zipper as he imagined undoing it so he could slowly pull the dress off her. First it would free her supple breasts before revealing if she was wearing anything under it at all.

Robin hoped not.

Her fingers found their way back into his hair as she brought their heads closer. She smirked. "Do tell."

"Not here," he breathed. "Too many people and I want to do this in private."

She nodded. "There are private rooms upstairs. Care to join me?"

He wanted nothing more…except for one thing. Robin held up a finger. "I just need to make a quick pit stop first."

"Me too, actually," she replied, grimacing. She took his arm. "Lead the way, good sir?"

"Gladly." Robin guided her to where the restrooms were located. She sighed when she saw the line for the ladies' room, muttering about it always happening. He patted her hand. "I'll wait for you. Don't worry."

Once he came out, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. His head was spinning and he wondered if this was a good idea. She was as far gone as he and he wondered if they were playing the same game. Maybe the gentlemanly thing would be to take her home now and just put her to bed…

That still sounded dirty in his mind.

"Get off me!" a familiar voice snapped. Robin opened his eyes to find who he believed to be Ruby fighting off a man dressed in a gaudy orange shirt.

The man tightened his grip on her arm. "Come on, sweetheart. Why dance so close if you didn't want anything?"

"Because there's hardly any room on the floor," she argued, trying to free her arm. "Stop reading into everything. Most times, there are no underlying motives!"

Robin strode over to them, clenching his fists. "Hey! Leave the lady alone."

"This isn't any of your business," the man shot back, glaring at Robin. "This is between me and this chick here."

"Chick?" Robin was certain now that it was Ruby and she was mad, steam almost coming out of her ears.

The man was either too drunk or too stupid to realize it, though, and he nodded. "Yeah. You're my chick for the night."

"I'm nobody's chick," she spat, pulling her arm from his grip. Robin saw that his nails left scratches.

He advanced on the man. "Apologize to her and then leave her alone."

"Why? She your chick? Cause I'm gonna steal her." The man reeked of alcohol. No doubt he would be more terrified if he was sober.

Robin cracked his knuckles as he glared down at the man. "You heard her. She's nobody's chick. And it shouldn't take a man repeating it for you to understand that."

He chuckled. "Think being a feminist is going to get you into these broads' panties?"

"No," Robin replied, grabbing his shirt and lifting him off the ground. "I was raised to respect women as people. You should try it some time."

As the man began to blubber and plead with Robin to release him, he spun the man to face Ruby and held his arms back. "Want a go at him? He's at your mercy," he told her.

She grinned stepping closer as she looked thoughtful. "Hmm…I probably shouldn't pass up this opportunity. But what to do with you?"

"Just let me go," the man pleaded. "I'll leave you alone. I'll leave all the women alone. Please."

"What do you say?" Robin asked Ruby. "Should I let him go?"

As she continued to stare at the man, Robin smelled the unmistakable scent of urine. He bit back a smile at the fact the creep had obviously pissed himself. It was just too good.

Ruby thought so as well. She laughed and waved at Robin, meaning for him to let the man go. "I don't think he's going to bother anyone else tonight," she said between giggles.

"I agree," Robin said. "But for good measure…"

He lifted the man by his shirt again, bringing his face close to his. "If I see you bothering my sister at all tonight, pissing yourself will be the least of your problems. Got it?"

"Ye…Yes," the man stammered out. Once Robin released him, he scampered back into the crowd.

Ruby gave him a high five. "I'm going to get you a shot. Stay here."

"I can't," he said. "There's someone waiting for me. We have plans."

"Okay. But I owe you a shot. Remind me," she insisted before heading back into the crowd herself.

Chuckling, Robin turned around to find the woman in red standing behind him. Her red, red lips were curled into a smirk while her eyes were dark with lust. She sauntered up to him, swinging her hips before wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love a man of action," she purred.

"You do?" he asked, his pants growing tighter again. He swallowed as she nodded.

She leaned closer, lips brushing his ear. "Shall we go to that private room?"

He nodded, letting her take his hand and lead him away from the dancefloor. As they entered into the lobby, Robin's cock twitched in anticipation and he felt himself growing hot already.

It was going to be amazing.

Upstairs, Regina and her mystery man were shown to the Red Room, which she believed was the attendant having fun with her. Every inch of the room was red, from the walls to the couches lining the walls. It was dimly lit and soft music played from a screen that had a fire flickering on it.

But she wasn't there to admire the room. She was there to focus on her mystery man from the dance floor. Regina pushed him down on the couch and he fell back willingly, smiling at her. "I like a woman of action," he said.

"Good," she replied, straddling him. She ran her fingers through his hair, toying with the strings that held his mask in place but not untying it. Removing it would ruin the illusion.

His blue eyes had darkened as he stared into hers, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. She leaned closer, bumping her nose against his. "What do you want?"

"You," he whispered, voice hoarse.

She smiled, kissing him hungrily. He tasted of whiskey, tequila, and the cherry Jell-O shot he had downed earlier. And he tasted of sex, desire and passion—or maybe that was the alcohol talking. As it was, she wasn't sure if his oaky aftershave or the combination of alcohol she had downed throughout the night was making her head spin.

Regina told herself that it was him.

Pulling on the silver chain around his neck, she slid it through her fingers until the large silver point she had seen all night long rested in her palm. "Shark's tooth?" she asked.

"Arrow point," he replied. "I'm an expert archer."

"Hmm, I bet." She popped open the buttons on his shirt and ran her fingers lightly down his sculpted chest, while he slid her zipper down. He tugged on her dress until her breasts were free from their corseted confines, cupping them with his hot hands. "I've wanted to free those all night," he moaned.

"You have?" She began to kiss the underside of her jaw. "Do they live up to your fantasy?"

He gave them a squeeze, sending a jolt straight to her overheated core. "And then some. These are exquisite."

Tugging on his hair, she guided his head down until his lips latched onto one of her nipples. He swirled his tongue over it and she gasped as it hardened. She tweaked one of his, returning some of the sweet torture he was giving her.

He moved his attention to her other nipple as she began to rock against him, feeling the tell-tale sign of his arousal. She knew his cock was straining to be free of his pants. But her skimpy lace panties had bunched and the bulge rubbed it against her clit, sending delicious pleasure coursing through her. She picked up her pace, yearning for more.

Releasing her nipple, he kissed his way up her neck until he came back to her lips. "I want to feel you," he moaned.

"Touch me," she whispered, licking the outer shell of his ear. "I want you."

He groaned but slid his hand along her thigh, pushing up her tight skirt until his fingers brushed her labia. The tip of his finger brushed against her clit, his calluses enhancing the feeling. She bit down on his shoulder as she tried not to moan again.

Regina ran her tongue over where she marked him as he slid his finger into her, curling it slowly until it brushed her spot. She moaned. "Right there."

"You like that?" He nipped at her ear.

She nodded before kissing him as he brushed her spot again before removing his finger. When he next inserted two fingers, she bucked her hips to meet them. He set a steady rhythm, curling his fingers each time. Something inside of her tightened as she felt her pleasure build.

As his fingers worked inside her, she continued to brush against his erection. Friction built against her clit and she felt her breaths grow short. She was close, oh so close…

"Touch me," he whispered, voice thick with want. "Please."

Regina kissed him again before unzipping his pants. She reached into his boxers, freeing his hard cock. He moaned as his head fell back against the couch. She smiled as she slid her hand up and down his shaft, flicking his tip with her thumb. "Like that?"

"Yes," he hissed, his fingers stilled inside her.

"Take out your fingers," she ordered.

He looked up, eyes narrowing in confusion behind his mask. "Why?"

"I want something…thicker…inside me." She gave his cock a gentle squeeze.

Nodding, he pulled his fingers out and sat up again. His tip brushed her entrance and he groaned. "So wet and hot."

"Just for you." She kissed him, their masks pressed together as she slid herself over his cock.

Moving together, their pants and moans filled the room as he thrusted in and out of her. Her body thrummed and her blood simmered as heat pooled low in her stomach. His cock brushed against her clit, bringing her closer to the edge.

His hot mouth closed over her nipple again, tongue teasing it as she picked up her speed. She needed friction, needed to reach the high. Regina core was overheating, readying to send her head reeling her heart racing.

As his teeth pulled at her nipple, her hips bucked as she cried out. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as stars danced in the blackness before her. In her euphoria, she almost missed his own release. His shout was muffled by the blood pounding her ears as she came down from hers.

She pitched forward, loose-limbed, and rested her head on his shoulders. They panted together as he held her close, his softening cock still inside her. "You were amazing," he told her.

"So were you." Regina raised her head, finding his lips again. They exchanged slow, languid kisses as their bodies cooled and they recovered from their activities.

Banging, though, disturbed them and Regina thought the door was going to fly off its hinges. "ROBIN! Robin, open up!" a muffled voice she was pretty sure was David yelled out.

Robin sighed as he slid her onto the couch. He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up his fly before standing. "He's probably going to storm the room, so you might want to pull your dress up," he told her.

Nodding, she adjusted her dress to cover her breasts again as she held it in place. Robin opened the door and David tumbled in, as she bit back a comment about his gold shirt and matching mask. He scanned the room, eyes growing wide when he spotted her. "My god, Robin, what did you do?"

"David, mate, relax," Robin tried to soothe him. "It's okay."

"It's okay? Robin, you're getting married in six weeks. SIX WEEKS!" David's face was draining of color and his eyes were wider than Regina had ever seen. "What are you going to tell Regina?"

She sighed, reaching a hand behind her head to undo the strings of her mask. It landed on her lap as she glared at David. "You don't have to tell me anything."

David's shoulders sagged in relief and he almost crumpled to the floor. "It's Regina. You…You came up here with her."

"Yes," Robin replied, clapping their friend on the shoulder. "I've probably had one too many shots and will definitely regret it in the morning, but I'm not going to be fooled by a silly mask or be led astray by any pair of beautiful brown eyes with a sultry smile. I knew it was Regina the whole time."

She nodded, trying not to laugh at the whole predicament. "And it'll take more than a lousy American accent to fool me."

"Hey! I thought my accent was good." He grew indignant, crossing his arms.

Regina laughed, shaking her head. "Not even close. I love you and there are a lot of things you're good at, but despite living here for over a decade, an American accent is not one of them."

"I'm just a bit confused," David said, looking between them. "You just saw each other on the dancefloor and agreed to come up here?"

Robin pressed his lips together as he shook his head. "Not quite. We knew we were both coming here before we got to the club."

"We texted each other on the way over," Regina explained.

"And we decided that we were going to find each other but pretend we were strangers meeting for the first time and deciding to have hot, passionate sex with each other," he continued.

Though David's cheeks were turning pink, she pressed on: "We both knew what colors we were wearing and we both knew to look for our necklaces."

She held up her arrow-pierced heart while he held up the arrow point she had given him for his birthday. Robin nodded. "So we knew it was each other, flirted and came up here together."

"No cheating," she added, "no drunken messes that need to be fixed. Just a soon-to-be old married couple spicing up their love life a little."

"Look, why don't you go find your wife? Regina and I will be down shortly," Robin assured David as he guided him out of the room.

Once he closed the door, the two dissolved into laughter. Regina keeled over on the couch as she clutched her stomach, her lungs burning as she struggled to breathe through her giggles.

Robin sat down next to her, helping her sit up as her laughter died down. He had taken off his mask, letting her see his full face—every crinkle and dimple formed by his smile. "I think we might have traumatized David," he said.

"I don't think we've ever been so frank about our sex life before," she said, crinkling her nose. "I blame the alcohol."

He nodded, pulling her onto his lap. She played with his hair as he kissed her neck. Regina sighed before saying: "At least he was looking out for you. We've seen no sign of my bridal party. At all."

"Well, I think Ruby's a bit busy," he said, now kissing behind her ear. She felt the sparks reignite and knew she could go for round two.

She fought the urge to give into his kisses and his fingers moving further up her leg. "I think she knew it was you when you called her you sister."

"Well, she is my sister," he replied. "And I'll defend her with everything I have, just like I would defend you. If it means holding a drunk perv while she pounds his face in, so be it."

Growing wet again and feeling it coat her inner thighs, Regina pushed Robin onto the couch and straddled him. "Who knew chivalry was such a turn on?"

He bit his lip as she ran her nails across his chest, leaving pink lines across his flesh. Robin gripped her hips. "We did say we'd be down shortly," he reasoned.

"Which is a very vague time frame." She tweaked one of his nipples and he hissed.

Robin slid a finger into her, making her hips buck as he curled it just so while his thumb brushed her clit. "Very, very vague."

Regina groaned as a pounding in her head woke her. She felt as if a tiny construction crew was working on her skull, making her stomach turn as well. When she tried to open her eyes, it was way too bright for…whatever time it was. Checking her clock would require opening her eyes and she wasn't going to make that mistake again.

She reached over to the other side of the bed, frowning when all she felt were empty sheets. Where was robin? Did he come home with her? Or did she forget her fiancé somewhere?

Shit.

Feeling around a bit more, she realized the sheets were warm and the scent of his aftershave was strong on his pillow. He had spent the night…morning…asleep next to her and was probably somewhere in the house now.

With that mystery solved, she then tried to remember how they got home. Everything was fuzzy after their second round of sex. She knew they had rejoined their friends as both groups had met up. They continued drinking after that, a decision she was really coming to regret.

She heard the toilet flush and then the sound of running water, meaning Robin was in the bathroom. After the water turned off, she heard his hoarse voice, his accent as thick as it had been when they were in England. "Why is the sun so bloody bright?"

"I don't know but it's awful," she whined. "Can you do something about it? My head is killing me."

"Okay, give me a minute." Regina heard him stumble around the room before it got noticeably darker, even with her eyes closed.

She opened her eyes as Robin collapsed into bed, his green robe billowing around him. He groaned. "I should've listened to you when you told me not to do shots with Cru."

"I don't even remember telling you that. To be honest, I don't remember much after my second orgasm." She couldn't help but smile at the memory of their raunchy romp in Masquerade's private room.

Robin reached out, caressing her cheek as he smirked at her. "Last night was something else, huh?"

"It was," she agreed before crinkling her nose. "Though I doubt I would have sex with a stranger I just met at a club."

"You're marrying the man who invited you to his flat for dinner when we were both strangers," he reminded her.

She smiled again, leaning into his touch. "Best decision I ever made."

"Me too." He smiled before groaning, pressing his palm into his eye as he rolled onto his back. "Now the decision to have those last few shots on the other hand…"

Regina ran her fingers through his hair as her own head continued to pound. "I feel like shit too. Let me see if I can get us some aspirin and water."

"You're an angel," he muttered, sounding half asleep.

She rolled over, frowning when she saw two glasses of water already waiting on her nightstand for them. Four pills sat on a napkin next to her cellphone, which buzzed as a message from Mary Margaret popped up.

Hope you and Robin aren't in too poor a shape today. I left aspirin and water for you both. Oh, and you left your panties in my car. I'll wash them and bring them to work on Monday. Until then, get plenty of rest and drinks lots of fluids.

I groaned, letting the phone fall back on my nightstand. "I owe Mary Margaret big time. Like a bonus or a raise or…something."

"What for?" Robin muttered.

"For starters, driving our drunk asses home and leaving these for us. Hold out your hand," she instructed. He did as and she dropped two aspirins in his palm. Robin opened his eyes as he popped the pills, sitting up as he took the water from her to wash them down.

Regina took her pills, taking a good gulp of water. She then took in their state of undress and sighed. "I'm also pretty sure she saw both of us naked. And she has my panties, so god knows what we tried to do in the car on the way home."

"Oh," he replied, glancing down at their nude forms. "We really traumatized the Nolans last night, didn't we?"

"Yeah. They're really great friends, putting up with us." She took another gulp of water before setting her glass down. "We lucked out."

Robin set his glass down as well. "Yes, we did. I'm sure we'll think of some way to repay them. Just when our heads stop pounding and the room stops spinning."

"Agreed," she said, lying down as she rested her head on his chest. She smiled as she traced a heart on his chest. "I can't wait to marry you, Robin."

He kissed the top of head. "And I can't wait to marry you. Just six more weeks, if I remember what David was yelling right."

Regina chuckled. "Those six weeks are going to feel like an eternity."

"And then we'll have the rest of our lives together," he said. "But for now, let's go back to sleep and see how we feel about dinner. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," she murmured, her eyelids already beginning to droop. As his arm tightened around her, she let out a content little sigh. Even though they were experiencing the hangover to end all hangovers, she couldn't have imagined a better bachelorette party.

Now, it was time to bring on marital bliss.

She was ready.

A/N: Well, those two had quite the bachelor/bachelorette party, huh? For those who follow me on Twitter, you know I tweeted out that I had decided to completely rewrite this chapter (and I apologize that my wording made it sound like I had decided to completely rewrite the story). Originally, the idea was that they had ended up at the same Atlantic City style destination and didn't know because their friends took their phones. They then encountered each other, drunk, at a club there and went back to Regina's room—before both waking up in a blind panic the next morning, not realizing/remembering that they had slept with each other. However, I decided that didn't make any sense at all…but I liked the idea that they knew it was each other but were pretending to be strangers. So I rewrote it to reflect that idea.

Next chapter is the wedding! I'm sure everyone is excited for that and I hope to have that up before October ends. To celebrate this special day, I will be doing another live reading on Periscope on October 29th—whether I'm done or not. Stay tuned for more information, either on my Twitter or tumblr.

I'm off to get some sleep before heading to New York Comic Con. Everyone have a great weekend and if you're in Hurricane Matthew's path—stay safe!

-Mac