Trials Of The Heart

7 days, 168 hours, and 10080 minutes before the wedding

A/N: This book is dedicated to sarcasticparrilla because it's her birthday!!! I just want to say thank you for being there for me and tolerating my dumbass, not many can. And, thank you for listening to all the Fanfiction ideas I will never write. Happy birthday, bitch, here's to hoping we're friends for many years to come!

Some friends make you a birthday post, but not me. No, I make you a fucking book about your OTP because I'm a good friend.

(I'd like to mention, I'm sorry in advance if it's not that great of a story I only had a few days to write it and also this is my first time actually writing smut.)

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Regina's angular fingers gradually wiggle back and forth as sleep gently floats away from her. The pads of her finger gently tap against warm flesh of another human's hand as they move; A man's hand holding hers as they slept. She could feel an arm draped over her waist and a male's chest pressed against her back, wrapping her in a cocoon of warmth. Regina's cocoa brown orbs flutter open, a headache starts pounding in her temple and the light from the window glares in her eyes. Her eyes screw shut, and a groan escape her lips. She diggs her head into the bend of the man's arm that rested between the warmth of her neck and the soft pillow.

The daze of sleep and the after affects of alcohol still weighting on Regina's body. Her arms and legs felt like led and her temples pounded with the pain of a headache. The soft chirps of the morning birds sounded like an ambulance blaring down the street. Regina scrunches her already closed eyes even tighter, trying to go back to bed.

The events of last night were a blur. Regina had taken Robin out for his Bachelor party, Marion and he had decided to have their parties a week before so there was no chance of them being hungover at the wedding. Regina remembered arriving at the Rabbit Hole.

The music bumped loudly as sweaty bodies grind against one another. "The Rabbit Hole?" Robin shouts over the loud music. "Shut up, you asked me to throw your bachelor party here." Regina's smacks her best friend's upper arm playfully. "I mean, yeah, I just didn't expect it to be this busy." Robin says sheepishly.

"Aren't you glad you have a best man who thought ahead and bought out the VIP room for the night?" Regina beams, particularly proud of herself. Robin smiles and drapes his arm over his best friend's shoulders, "I wouldn't have anyone else as my best man." He cheeses.

Regina leads Robin and the rest of his guy friends over to the private room. By the time they got there most of the men had dispatched, finding women to hit on or dance with. Regina and Robin sat down on a plush black couch, the music and voices muffled behind the four navy blue walls. Alcoholic beverages already awaiting their arrival.

Regina picks up a shot glass, with what she assumed was either Vodka or Tequila. Handing Robin one she raise it in the air, "To your marriage, may it be long and full of love." She smiles, gently tapping her glass against Robin's before gulping it down.

After that her memory was just fragments of a wild night. Images of stranger's bodies bumping and thumping against hers as she danced with her best friend flash across her mind as she tries to remember the previous night.

The strange man's, who's identity was still a mystery, grip tightens around her waist, his hand squeezing hers as he starts to wake. His head nudging its way deeper into the base of the back of her neck. A soft groan falling from his lips breaking shards of memories free of their prison.