[There's not even a drop of rum for him to hide behind, either on his tongue or her own.
She was willing to accept a no—she's still willing, will stop the second it goes too far and ask again, but she also doesn't hesitate to kiss him back after the first, soft gasp of surprised swallowed up as their mouths meet.]
[that's right. there's no rum. no excuse to use. for once, this is Robin kissing Hakuno with nothing to fall back on but his own choices.
one of his hands drops to press to her lower back and rubs upwards, pulls her against him. he tilts his head, pressing into her more deeply, licking along her bottom lip.]
[There's no excuse for the way she opens up for him, either. Their orders weren't so different as to even separate the tastes in their mouths, leaving it sweet and warm and—
Humming with a sort of tension she can't quite put a name to. They're on an edge of some sort, she understands, but what kind exactly isn't registering.]
[it's quite easy to forget his original thought of how he shouldn't be willing. it's twice as easy to forget he said, "no" when everything else he's doing is saying, "yes" and she's responding in kind.
for as long as he's able, he's going to keep them on that edge. he can be stubborn in that way, too.
his tongue slides against hers and he hums back. his hand rubs back down her back and reaches for the hem of her shirt, eager to touch skin and not just clothes.]
She won't forget that. But for now, for now she lets his hands roam where they want to, lets him ruck up her shirt and scrabbles him close, kissing him even more deeply.
He said "no." So there's a limit to what she'll allow, but he hasn't hit it yet. At some point the back of her knees hits the edge of the couch, and she tumbles back onto it.]
[Robin falls with her but catches himself on one hand besides her head and his knee on a cushion. he wastes no time in leaning back in. kissing her again, pushing his tongue into her mouth again until he can hear their kissing instead of only feeling it.
it's different. alcohol doesn't make his head spin, he's not doing this to make her forget about someone else.
the front of her shirt is pushed up to bare her stomach, but he just squeezes at her soft, small waist and lays his warm palm at her ribs.]
[Her fingers tangle in his hair, and one knee draws up to press against his hip.
It's good, she thinks faintly, that it isn't a skirt day. Her jeans are tight enough that it doesn't help with the friction or warmth pressing down on her, but at least is isn't a skirt.]
[because a skirt would be just as effortless to push up and bundle at her hips. a skirt wouldn't do much to keep him from reaching for more skin.
he has buttons and zippers to think about now. he rocks against that zipper, rubbing against it with the front of his trousers, where he's getting harder.
the kiss is broken and he puts just enough space between their mouths to speak,]
[There's no way he can't feel the faint tremble in her fingers against his scalp. It takes a moment, but she tugs him back, with a hard nip to his lower lip.]
[if he were drunk, he might have missed a minute detail like that tremble. unlike that tiny quiver, he definitely feels his head get pulled back and the nip to his lip.
as he's farther away, it's obvious he's as affected too. his eyes are darker and his lips are parted.]
I know what I said.
[but he's leaving it up to her to stop him. Robin sits back on his heels and grips her hips, dragging her into his lap more and then loosening the button to her jeans.]
[Her eyes narrow, and she's flushed beneath him, pretty and panting and—
Suddenly gone.
Now there's only a ring left on the couch cushion between his knees, and if it's possible for a piece of jewelry to seem huffy or pouty or ticked off, then it certainly broadcasts those vibes loud and clear.]
there's a sparkling piece of jewelry left on the cushion that catches his eye and he realizes what happened. right. the Regalia.
he falls to the side, against the back of the couch and buries his face into the crook of his arm. his dick is still hard and she's blocking him by hiding in the ring.
it's his own fault.
with their contract, he can absolutely tell she's not happy with him. eventually, he admits in a low voice,]
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there's silence, only the sound of things shifting around in her fridge until he finds a spot.
he stands, shut the door, and remains silent as he stares at his hand on the appliance.]
No, you don't look particularly busy.
[that's the question she meant, right?]
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[She sighs, and it's... small, somehow. Tired.]
Just say no if you don't want to, or even if you don't know if you want to. My tastes aren't so broad that I'm going to stomach an unwilling partner.
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before now, had it ever seemed like he was unwilling? since the first time...
things have changed since then. maybe that's what makes him hesitate.]
What guy would say "no" to you offering that?
[his head is turned so his face isn't visible.]
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[He can twist words all he likes, she's not caving on this one.]
So. Yes or no?
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[man.
he can't win against stubborn girls like this.
but he's an idiot, too.
Robin turns towards her and closes the distance in just a couple swift steps. he looks down at her, impassive.]
No.
[but right after that, he cups her jaw so his fingers get tangled in her brown hair and he leans down to kiss her.
nothing is ever as simple as yes or no.]
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[There's not even a drop of rum for him to hide behind, either on his tongue or her own.
She was willing to accept a no—she's still willing, will stop the second it goes too far and ask again, but she also doesn't hesitate to kiss him back after the first, soft gasp of surprised swallowed up as their mouths meet.]
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one of his hands drops to press to her lower back and rubs upwards, pulls her against him. he tilts his head, pressing into her more deeply, licking along her bottom lip.]
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Humming with a sort of tension she can't quite put a name to. They're on an edge of some sort, she understands, but what kind exactly isn't registering.]
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for as long as he's able, he's going to keep them on that edge. he can be stubborn in that way, too.
his tongue slides against hers and he hums back. his hand rubs back down her back and reaches for the hem of her shirt, eager to touch skin and not just clothes.]
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She won't forget that. But for now, for now she lets his hands roam where they want to, lets him ruck up her shirt and scrabbles him close, kissing him even more deeply.
He said "no." So there's a limit to what she'll allow, but he hasn't hit it yet. At some point the back of her knees hits the edge of the couch, and she tumbles back onto it.]
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it's different. alcohol doesn't make his head spin, he's not doing this to make her forget about someone else.
the front of her shirt is pushed up to bare her stomach, but he just squeezes at her soft, small waist and lays his warm palm at her ribs.]
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It's good, she thinks faintly, that it isn't a skirt day. Her jeans are tight enough that it doesn't help with the friction or warmth pressing down on her, but at least is isn't a skirt.]
M-Mm... y-you...
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he has buttons and zippers to think about now. he rocks against that zipper, rubbing against it with the front of his trousers, where he's getting harder.
the kiss is broken and he puts just enough space between their mouths to speak,]
What?
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[She pants for breath, soft and hot against him.]
You said... no.
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[it's just as uneven and breathless as her panting. he punctuates it with another rock of his hips.
he takes his thumb and forefinger and holds her chin, mumbling against her lips.]
I can say it again. No.
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[She makes a small, crooning noise low in her throat, rolling her hips back against his without a shred of higher thought.]
Doesn't that mean...?
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rather what he does. when she rolls her hips back, his eyes shut and he exhales hotly against her mouth.]
It means I said no. [nothing else.
he starts moving against her with a rhythm, grinding and rutting between her legs.]
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[There's no way he can't feel the faint tremble in her fingers against his scalp. It takes a moment, but she tugs him back, with a hard nip to his lower lip.]
—you... said no.
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as he's farther away, it's obvious he's as affected too. his eyes are darker and his lips are parted.]
I know what I said.
[but he's leaving it up to her to stop him. Robin sits back on his heels and grips her hips, dragging her into his lap more and then loosening the button to her jeans.]
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[She clings to his shoulders, and locks her knees over his hips to halt any... deeper delving.]
Robin, wait. It's... it's important. Because you said no. I don't... want to force you.
[She doesn't want to use him.]
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the button comes undone but he doesn't move any farther. the barest peek of her underwear just beneath is tempting, though.
he holds her hips gently, thumbs resting just at the edge of her pants.]
You want me to stop?
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[She pants, breathless with the effort of holding still.]
I-I don't want to if, if you're not sure.
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alcohol isn't really needed when seeing her like that makes it difficult to think.]
There's a lot I'm not sure about. You have to be more specific.
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Suddenly gone.
Now there's only a ring left on the couch cushion between his knees, and if it's possible for a piece of jewelry to seem huffy or pouty or ticked off, then it certainly broadcasts those vibes loud and clear.]
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where did she
go???
there's a sparkling piece of jewelry left on the cushion that catches his eye and he realizes what happened. right. the Regalia.
he falls to the side, against the back of the couch and buries his face into the crook of his arm. his dick is still hard and she's blocking him by hiding in the ring.
it's his own fault.
with their contract, he can absolutely tell she's not happy with him. eventually, he admits in a low voice,]
It's not that I'm unwilling...
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