Title: It Had To Be Him

Rated: M

Summary: They were used to this, to living together, to being best friends, to reach for comfort and release in each other's arms when the day's events became too much, when the stress levels where too high, or when boredom seized them. But what happens when Regina moves to NYC, gets engaged and ultimately asks Robin, her best friend, to be her "bridesman"? AU OutlawQueen

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

|Prologue- 1:06am|

There is something absolutely thrilling about having sex with your best friend.

Perhaps it's based on the fact that you're fucking the same man that gives you the best advice on men, or perhaps it's because of the fact that both of you can talk about your bodies, what feels good, what doesn't, what gets you off the fastest, or what riles you up the most, without holding back one bit.

Or maybe, just maybe, it's based on the level of trust you both share. The knowledge that afterwards things are not going to be awkward between the two of you, that you guys can laugh if he finishes just a tad earlier than you or if you come undone by just a flicker of his thumb across your clit. The trust shared between the two of you too strong that afterwards, when you guys lay in the afterglow, he'll rub the skin on your lower back and tell you that everything will be alright, that things always work out for the best and then of course, you tell him the same, then he says he's hungry, you guys end up eating pizza and drinking beer commando as you watch your favorite trilogy for the evening.

Either way, there's something special and fulfilling about having sex with your best friend, especially when there are no strings attached. Or better yet, when a part of those strings are tangled with your heart.

The knock was insistent across the room, his eyelids heavy with sleep as he stretched across the couch and reached for his phone on the coffee table.

1:06am

With a roll of his eyes he got off the couch and walked amongst the mess on the living room, several bottles of beer scattered here and there, an empty box of pizza dangling dangerously on the coffee table, a movie long forgotten over there a reminder of tonight's activities, a pair of shoes, her shoes, left behind in her hurry to find better reception and Robin just rolled his eyes again at her hurry to take that call that lasted well over 20 minutes. She knocked again and Robin almost chuckled at her insistence and her obvious lack of a key. Then he trotted to the door, didn't even had to look out the door to know exactly who it was and he opened it.

"You could've taken your key," he teased at her and she just offered him a thankful smile and walked inside, her thoughts on something entirely different and she waited, waited for him to lock the door and just stared at him. His muscles through that thin cotton shirt, his behind covered by that pair of boxers she got him for no apparent reason last week but that he can't managed to change out of. She just admired him, his wide shoulders, his toned biceps and that scar she caused on the right one when he taught her self defense with a knife and she almost chuckled at the memory, almost found herself touching that patch of skin and whispering how sorry she was like she did every now and then.

But tonight wasn't one of those days, tonight she wasn't focused on sweet touches, sweet kisses and relaxation, no, tonight there were bigger worries on her head, fear written in every crease of her face as she contemplated real life, and then he turned around and stared back at her, her long braided dark hair, a couple of snow flakes here and there along with her rosy cheeks and rosy nose indicating just how cold it was outside, that cute little scar on her lip that he secretly adored so much, but there was something different about her now. Now her eyes didn't expressed that joyful or careless look she had before she went outside to take the call, now her eyes were covered by something deeper, fear perhaps? Hurt? Nervousness? Robin just walked closer to her and gently grabbed her by the forearm, breaking her out of her reverie.

"I got the job," she whispered after a moment and suddenly everything made sense.

He couldn't do anything but stare at her, in awe or in disappointment, he wasn't sure which one was winning, probably the former.

"Oh my God Regina! That's great," he beamed at her and yes it was definitely the former, he closed the distance between them and hugged her tight, jumping up and down with her on his arms. She nodded against her place on his chest and just laughed, at him, at this, at everything.

"I'm so proud of you," he said after pulling back and just pushed her hair away from her face, warmth flooding her cold cheeks and Regina just smiled at him again.

"When do you have to leave?"

And that's when her smile fell and his did too, that's when she shook her head and just hugged him again, trying to bury down her thoughts and her much too sudden departure.

"Hey, it's okay Gina," he just rubbed her back up and down, up and down in a soothing notion trying to confort her. She just shook her head and pulled back, pushed her jacket off of her leaving her clad on that thin t-shirt and sweatpants.

"I don't want to talk about it," and Robin just nodded and pulled her closer, brought his lips down onto hers as he wrapped his arms around her middle.

And although he could never admit this to his best friend, Robin was sure he'll never grow tired of her kisses, of her taste, of the feel of her lips against his, those oh so soft and succulent lips that slowly caught his lower lip before meeting him completely, her tongue now joining in the act. She pushed him against the door and just devoured his mouth as her hands reached the hem of his shirt and pulled it away from his body, him doing the same with hers, lips parting for a few seconds as they discarded of their tops before they were on each other again, her palms now landing on that patch of neatly trimmed line of hair on top of the hem of his boxers that pointed to heaven and she just scratched her nails along it, her smile proof enough that she loved the way his muscles fluttered under her touch, the way his lips parted from hers as he groaned against them, the way his warm breath caressed her face as he tried with all his might to push his hips upwards, begging, praying for her hands to reach inside the boxers and just grab him and pump him up and down. But tonight wasn't about him, no, tonight was about her, about them, about forgetting, about feeling sated.

So his hands continued to roam everywhere, rubbing here, caressing there, pinching on the other side and Regina just moaned against his lips when he brought his hands lower and lower until he reached the apex of her pelvis. And her knees gave out beneath her, the feel of his thumb brushing tentatively against her clit just too much for the woman right now, but the ever gentleman apparently expected this because his arms wrapped around her middle almost instantly and he pulled her up, pulled her body flush against his, her knees wrapping around his hips automatically and his lips suckled on that spot behind her ear as his erection rubbed against her through the many layers of clothes, and she just ground her hips against his in response, moaning at the bastard in front of her and his ability to melt her into a puddle of pure lust with just one touch.

"Off," he growled against the skin on her neck as he tried to push her sweatpants down, not succeeding in their current position but Regina just unwrapped her legs around him and Robin put her down.

They discarded their last clothes, their eyes never breaking contact and soon they were kissing again, more roughly this time, her legs surrounding his hips again, teeth grazing sensitive flesh, tongues dancing to the rhythm they've perfected over the years and he walked across the hall up the stairs towards his bedroom and he stumbled against the wall when her hands reached for him, slowly pumping him up and down and up and down, squeezing not too hard on the way up just the way he liked it and he palmed her bottom, grabbed a handful of those cheeks and groaned against her neck. Damn this woman and her ability to make him see stars by just a simple touch.

"Damn it," he let out and Regina chuckled and winked at him when he brought his head up from that place on her neck and he quickly walked into his room and dropped her playfully on the bed, his hands automatically going to her soft hips and he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, lowered himself until his knees touched the floor and brought his hands to her inner thighs, pushing them farther apart and opening Regina completely to him. She was perfect in every sense of the word and Robin couldn't help but lick his lips at the thought of licking her clean again, of teasing her with his tongue, of drowning himself in the unique taste that was her. But just then Regina reached for the soft hair on top of his hair and softly pulled at it, managing to get his attention. Blue orbs met brown ones and he knew, he knew that this wasn't what she wanted right now. Right now she didn't wanted to feel worshipped or treasured, right now she just wanted to forget.

Forget about her departure, forget about her phone call, forget about new beginnings, just forget.

Tonight she just wanted to get fucked, royally fucked if you may and Robin nodded at her, swiped his tongue against her core for good measure -he couldn't pass the opportunity, sucked gently on that lovely clit and she shuddered at the sensation his warm mouth provided and pulled back a bit until her back was resting against the couple of pillows. She got rid of her braid and shook her head around, soft waves cascading down her back and her front, covering her breasts to which Robin protested immediately and gently sat closer to her and pushed the hair past her shoulders before he pinched playfully a nipple and settled on top of her, his hand as if possessed by a magnet flying to her hip while his other hand softly caressed her cheek.

"Are you okay?" he asked after a moment, clearly concerned by the woman lying beneath him, but Regina just offered a small smile and nodded before she brought her arms around his neck and caressed the skin back there.

Robin hungrily reached up again and grabbed her face with his hand and captured her now swollen lips again, their bodies touching skin on skin, before his right hand reached lower and lower pinching a nipple on the way down and reaching between their bodies, expert fingers finding her core unsurprised to find her more than ready for him.

Regina parted her legs to give him more space and Robin just rubbed there for a few moments, pumped himself a few times before he rubbed himself against her dripping center, up and down, up and down, a little rub of his head against her clit and she sighed and reached for him herself slowly positioning him at her entrance and pushed her hips upwards, the head burying inside of her core and he groaned at her snugness as she bit at his hardness and so excruciatingly slowly he pushed the rest of the way in, inch by inch. And damn this man, damn this man and his perfect cock filling her perfectly, she could come just by the feel of his hardness inside her, slowly throbbing against her inner muscles as he tries, tries with all his mighty to refrain from moving until she was stretched out and ready for the dance.

"Robin," she basically pleaded as she tightened her walls around him and he groaned, caught her lower lip between his own and with a wink he pulled back almost completely from her and slammed hard back into the comfort of her depths. At this her eyes closed on their own accord, her face scrunching up at the pleasure that his hard rod was emitting inside of her, his cock rubbing against that spot on the way out that had her tightening her thighs around him begging for more. He repeated the motion again, slowly pulling almost all the way out before he slammed again into her, harder than before. Sharp thrusts in, slow withdrawals that had her mewling and biting on her lower lip and he kept on like that, teasing her, pleasing her and she couldn't take it anymore, the slow burning low on her belly, the tautness of her stomach as she tried to reach that abyss of pure pleasure, so her nails scratched against his back, going lower and lower just the way he liked until she reached his succulent bottom and grabbed a handful of it, using it as leverage to meet him thrust for thrust, simmering the pleasure surrounding every nerve in her body.

Warmth surrounded her entirely, and she could barely breathe as tickling sensation grazed her toes and she curled them, letting out a loud moan when simultaneously Robin bit hard on that rosy pebbled nipple that was begging for attention.

"More," she groaned as her hand reached towards her chest and attended to the ignored twin, softly pulling at it and moaning at her own ministrations. He moaned too at this vixen in his arms pleasing herself and his hands found her waist and he held her down as he pushed into her, quick shallow thrusts that left them both breathless, and groaning and utterly pleased, their bodies tight with the pleasure that was begging for release. And Robin all but growled when Regina reached down between them to the place where they were joined and rubbed quickly against her clit, working herself up but he pushed those hands away and she complained almost immediately at the loss of friction but it soon turned into a groan of pure pleasure when he reached for that pocket of nerves himself, pinching and rubbing it and circling it and Regina was screaming, the vein on her forehead noticeable, a light sheen of sweat covering them at the exertion their tightly coiled bodies were doing and her insides trembled around him and he moaned at this, pushed harder and faster into her, his thumb moving expertly across her clit, their bodies each dancing to the rhythm almost automatically, in and out and rub, in and out and lick, in and out and pinch and oh—

Her whole body shook, insides clenching around him almost painfully as she screamed out his name between clenched teeth and one, two, three sharp thrusts were all it took for him before he uttered a guttural groan as he too followed her over the edge, his cock buried deep inside her as each of their bodies trembled with their aftershocks.

"I'm going to miss you," he whispered later that night when they changed into their sleepwear and his eyes glazed over for a minute before she reached up and hugged him for the hundredth time that night.

"Me too."

And they had to, to miss each other I mean, because well for 6 years they've done everything together. Since her transfer to University of Birmingham, their sass off in their Sociology class, ultimate partnership for their final evaluation, to their similar sense of humor, Regina and Robin had been inseparable since day one. Moving together to their own two story loft to save money once they graduated, sharing thoughts on each other's dates and ultimately reaching for comfort and release in each other's arms when the day's events became too much, when the stress levels where too high, or when boredom seized them.

So yes, this was hard, this was fucking hard, because now, now both Regina and Robin had to face their biggest fear, to live without the knowledge that your best friend was backing you up because sure, they could call each other three times a day every day, but they knew that those calls would soon change to three times per week, then three times per month, then three times per year until they've forgotten about each other and continue to live life on their own.

For the next day the ignored their inevitable separation, they ate and drank and laughed at memories and at themselves, but soon when the next day came and the suitcases were all done, they'd cried in each other's arms, and when the time came to wave goodbye as she walked towards the gate, she ran back two times to say goodbye to her best friend, parting with a kiss to the lips and a promise to call as soon as she lands until finally, they both parted ways.

And she did called as soon as she landed at 1:06am in New York and he answered almost immediately since his shift ended nearly half an hour ago, and they chatted, talked all the duration of her drive from the airport to the hotel and later to her room and she collapsed on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly, calmed by the soothing sound of her best friend from a thousand miles away.

But as expected, they talked less and less on the phone, their calls turned into the occasional text messages and occasional Skype calls before three years have passed and not once did they see their faces again through video chats, much less face to face.

So, should I continue with this?

Apparently *spoilers* there's an OQ reunion next Sunday? I'm slightly confused yet super excited. Also, I'm so pissed at myself because I didn't wanted this chapter to turn out smutty since I'm a bit rusty and all, but the plot bunnies attacked and I couldn't see this Prologue going any other way, so please constructive criticism is more than appreciated, it's basically praised.