[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,]
[he's never liked silence. not like this. peacefulness, sure.
he does end up saying even more though he really REALLY wants to shut himself up, halfway through. maybe it's easier to talk because she's not there to stare at him with her big eyes. it's like talking to himself.
maybe hiding in a ring is the best move she could have made.]
It's like, well... what I'm unsure about isn't about wanting you. It's... it's more like I'm unsure if I should. [his hand rubs his face.]
I haven't had a Master like you, okay? It's been Dan and, even if you don't remember, it was BB after that. Then it was Ritsuka, but she had a bunch of other Servants and for all three of my previous Masters, things never, I never... ugh. I'm gonna shut up. Most of the blame can be put on the quota, anyway.
[unfortunately, it clams him up. for the reason that she's putting pressure where he's hard (he grunts, straining) and because it isn't like he's talking to himself anymore. with a small tilt of his head, he looks at her sitting in his lap.]
If you consider the heat death of the universe, so is everything.
[She glances over her shoulder.]
If you only look at the end, you'll just waste any time you have left. If everything ends, then... enjoy what you can, while you can, as much as you want.
but it's easy to say something, it's so much more difficult to actually do it. or maybe she remembers that it's exactly what he said on Moon Cell to her and she's throwing his words back at him.
outside of this very moment, he does enjoy what he can. he's out here, trying to have a good time...
Robin furrows his brow, glares at a spot on the couch.]
... I don't── [deep breath. already he can feel his face burning hotter and hotter with shame and anger and self-hatred for what he blurts out, next.]
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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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Since he's not looking, though, he's left with his too-tight jeans and a still stilted silence.
He's just getting started. Keep talking, buster.]
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he does end up saying even more though he really REALLY wants to shut himself up, halfway through. maybe it's easier to talk because she's not there to stare at him with her big eyes. it's like talking to himself.
maybe hiding in a ring is the best move she could have made.]
It's like, well... what I'm unsure about isn't about wanting you. It's... it's more like I'm unsure if I should. [his hand rubs his face.]
I haven't had a Master like you, okay? It's been Dan and, even if you don't remember, it was BB after that. Then it was Ritsuka, but she had a bunch of other Servants and for all three of my previous Masters, things never, I never... ugh. I'm gonna shut up. Most of the blame can be put on the quota, anyway.
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The small of her back is nestled against his stomach, and her hands are folded in her lap.
She's still quite thought. Still listening, expectantly.]
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Welcome back.
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[Her voice is very quiet, but the apartment is otherwise silent.]
...I can't help you if I don't understand the problem. What's hard about wanting a Master like me?
[She twists the Regalia on her finger, around and around.]
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but he doesn't want to explain it, anyway. she doesn't have to help him with it. it's his problem.]
It's pointless for me to want anything, Master.
[he says, his tone of voice different from anything else he uses. nothing resigned, nothing annoyed, nothing teasing about it.]
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Remember who you're talking to and try again.
['Pointless to want anything' was her entire life, from the span of remembering what she was to entering the Core.]
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[OW?! his eyes are watering?!]
It's true?! I'm gonna disappear eventually, aren't I?!
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[She glances over her shoulder.]
If you only look at the end, you'll just waste any time you have left. If everything ends, then... enjoy what you can, while you can, as much as you want.
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but it's easy to say something, it's so much more difficult to actually do it. or maybe she remembers that it's exactly what he said on Moon Cell to her and she's throwing his words back at him.
outside of this very moment, he does enjoy what he can. he's out here, trying to have a good time...
Robin furrows his brow, glares at a spot on the couch.]
... I don't── [deep breath. already he can feel his face burning hotter and hotter with shame and anger and self-hatred for what he blurts out, next.]
I don't want to make you cry like Nero did.
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