[yes or no, they shouldn't. he wanted to keep his relationship with Hakuno professional. he thought, being her Servant, he could fall back onto it despite what happened the first night he was here.
but she's kinder to him than anybody else has been. she's invested in him, she's made it clear, and he's been trying to tell himself he's not despite actions proving otherwise. as if giving her jacket wasn't. as if taking her to a dessert bar had been some whim of his.
her beaming face had been worth it.
being drunk had been a good excuse but he doesn't have that, now. letting her use him as comfort in Nero's disappearance, in her lack of memories. becoming useful in fulfilling quotas or whatever else she needed in the city. his jobs, as a Servant, so to speak.
right now, she's asking if he wants her. without the quota, without the excuses, without the rum. if he says "no", this time, he'll regret it. if he says "yes"...
he's crossing a threshold he told himself to never ever cross once becoming a Servant who can be summoned.]
If I say "yes"... if I tell you I want you, [quietly.] From here on, you're not allowed to cry over me.
[that goes for whatever she sees when she's in her Regalia. when she's on his finger.
gently, he turns her face towards him. for once, looking serious.]
[the seriousness dissipates and he wears his more typical, resigned but wry smile.]
No. I guess you're not. Well, as long as you make an effort... that's good enough for me.
[simple and weak aren't words he would use. resilient, definitely. and if Hakuno promises that effort then chances are she'll try her damndest to follow through.
he'll take a page from her book, then. Hakuno's book of following her heart. if he wants her, then he wants her. after a small breath, Robin leans in and speaks close to her cheek. his lips brushing the soft, flushed skin.]
[She has to be honest with him. She'd want to with anyone in these circumstances, but being anything less than forthright will only come back to bite her with him in particular.
She loosens her grip on his wrist and ghosts her hand up his arm until she hits his abdomen, fingers splaying, sliding, sinking until they're tangled in his belt loops.
She turns her head and kisses him, sudden and hot and fiercely.]
[it's a bit of a surprise, actually. his eyes are a bit wide when she's the one to put her mouth on him, to be kissing him that way. to be hooking her fingers into his pants. it's the first time she's taken the initiative to touch him and it catches him off guard.
but he's nimble and his eyes close, returning the kiss and putting his hand down her pants again. he pulls her against his chest, flatting her to his body. forgoing the zipper entirely, his hand shoves into her underwear and a finger finds and rubs her clit.
[Her mouth is certainly open—as it slides hot against his jaw, as she scrapes her teeth over his pulse, as she hitches her hips and tries to press even more closely against him. She kisses his neck his chin, and finally, finally his mouth again.
She meets him eagerly, openly, and without any of the hesitation she was previously sticking to.
the other times Robin has been with Hakuno, he had been more focused on distracting her. he doesn't have that goal, anymore. the goal of meeting a quota isn't in his mind, either.
there isn't the same understated restraint and control he keeps over himself like he usually has. she's still half-dressed -- her shirt pulled up to her chin and her jeans unbuttoned just enough that he can fit his hand inside.
there's a small, pleased hum before his tongue rubs against hers and his finger slides downward further. the tip pushes inside her just barely so, teasing, before it pulls out again.]
[She moans into his mouth and shifts, hips squirming like she wants to take him deeper. Her pants don't allow too much maneuvering, though, so the most she can manage is to rock against him.
Her mind is a mess, now that she isn't stubbornly holding on to the importance of hearing a proper answer. But it's a mess she lets fill her head up with eager abandon, kissing him and blindly, greedily tugging his own shirt up as well.
She fumbles with his belt as well, with much less success.]
[I want you is what her body is telling him -- in her wriggling, in the movement of her mouth, in her hands scrabbling to shed him of clothes. for the touch of his skin.
as cute as it is to have Hakuno struggling with his belt, he cups her between her thighs and reaches between them to pull his belt loose with the other, grinning only slightly against her mouth.]
I... don't have to worry about making you want me, when you say yes.
[It's an admission delivered far more bashfully than she has any right to, given the way her fingers snake into his boxers and curl around him, already settling into the happy medium hanging between 'tight' and 'firm' that she knows he likes from past experiences.]
[immediately, his eyes lid as he lets her have her way with him. when he arrived in Duplicity, he planned to meet his quota with different people. every month. one night stands where he didn't have to worry about where they went afterward.
Hakuno destroyed that plan single-handedly. he's met his quota every month because of this little lady. what started out as a high sexual attraction on night one has turned into Hakuno investing herself in him so much he can't help but... invest in her in return.]
You haven't had to worry about that for a while.
[he starts pushing her jeans past her hips, dragging the tight cloth down her thighs and leaning in to kiss at her throat and jaw again.]
[She does her best to shift and help him, but eventually the reality of tight, clingy jeans crashes in and she has to squirm a bit more than planned. There's a dozen details that seem to trip her up, now that they aren't rushing and trying to stay ahead of regrets and bad memories.]
I don't... think of myself as particularly—particularly smooth.
[She kisses his cheek, and the shell of his ear, and does her best to ruck off his shirt without making him move that hand of his.]
[call it a thorough success, then, Hakuno. though she probably hadn't had to do much but kiss him and tell him she wanted him before he gave into the alcohol and her whims. all while telling himself he was doing it for her.]
Funny. I'd say you were.
[he's referring more to the feel of her skin currently under his fingertips than her flirt game.
squirming to get clothes off isn't smooth. attempting to get his shirt off with one hand still between her thighs and the other working her jeans off isn't either.
he can't remember things being this difficult before now. eventually, he does have to pull his hand out of her jeans so he can toss his shirt aside and lay Hakuno on the couch again, on her back.
[It's clumsy, on both ends, but something about it makes her heart pound in her chest, harder than any of the other times.
She takes advantage of his momentary retreat to get her jeans all the way off, as well as her shirt, kicking them both to the floor with little care. She slides a thumb under the band of her panties as he eases her back, glancing up at him in a do you want to or shall I? sort of look.]
...well, you would certainly know by now, on that count. I'll take your word on it.
[since her legs are kind of flailing around he sits back on his heels and watches her, slightly entertained. there is something very different about the situation compared to others and not just the lack of excuses. or the clumsiness of it all.
not Hakuno laying back in her underwear, either. he's seen that as well. her bra all pushed up and her underwear a hooked thumb away from joining the rest of her clothes on the floor. he's seen her more naked than this.
without a word, he reaches for both edges of her panties and peels them down slowly too while hovering over her.]
You're right. Actually, I know a lot about your body. Like what makes you tremble...
[he lifts her legs up, gets them past her knees as her thighs rest on his bare chest.]
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If you're not sure, I-I won't promise that.
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With how you keep stopping me, you're better suited to be the unsure party...
[both hands draw away from her, but he keeps his mouth near her ear.]
You want me to say "yes", right? That's what you're waiting for.
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[Somebody between them has to be the responsible one.]
If it isn't a "yes" then you might regret it later.
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but she's kinder to him than anybody else has been. she's invested in him, she's made it clear, and he's been trying to tell himself he's not despite actions proving otherwise. as if giving her jacket wasn't. as if taking her to a dessert bar had been some whim of his.
her beaming face had been worth it.
being drunk had been a good excuse but he doesn't have that, now. letting her use him as comfort in Nero's disappearance, in her lack of memories. becoming useful in fulfilling quotas or whatever else she needed in the city. his jobs, as a Servant, so to speak.
right now, she's asking if he wants her. without the quota, without the excuses, without the rum. if he says "no", this time, he'll regret it. if he says "yes"...
he's crossing a threshold he told himself to never ever cross once becoming a Servant who can be summoned.]
If I say "yes"... if I tell you I want you, [quietly.] From here on, you're not allowed to cry over me.
[that goes for whatever she sees when she's in her Regalia. when she's on his finger.
gently, he turns her face towards him. for once, looking serious.]
Okay?
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[She grips the front of her shirt, looking him head on.
When she feels like crying, she cries. When she has to move, she moves. She's a simple, weak, resilient person.]
But, I can at least promise you not to do it where you can see or hear it, if I feel the need to.
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No. I guess you're not. Well, as long as you make an effort... that's good enough for me.
[simple and weak aren't words he would use. resilient, definitely. and if Hakuno promises that effort then chances are she'll try her damndest to follow through.
he'll take a page from her book, then. Hakuno's book of following her heart. if he wants her, then he wants her. after a small breath, Robin leans in and speaks close to her cheek. his lips brushing the soft, flushed skin.]
"Yes", Master. I want you.
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[She has to be honest with him. She'd want to with anyone in these circumstances, but being anything less than forthright will only come back to bite her with him in particular.
She loosens her grip on his wrist and ghosts her hand up his arm until she hits his abdomen, fingers splaying, sliding, sinking until they're tangled in his belt loops.
She turns her head and kisses him, sudden and hot and fiercely.]
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but he's nimble and his eyes close, returning the kiss and putting his hand down her pants again. he pulls her against his chest, flatting her to his body. forgoing the zipper entirely, his hand shoves into her underwear and a finger finds and rubs her clit.
that should get her to finally open her mouth.]
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She meets him eagerly, openly, and without any of the hesitation she was previously sticking to.
That's the power of "yes" apparently.]
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the other times Robin has been with Hakuno, he had been more focused on distracting her. he doesn't have that goal, anymore. the goal of meeting a quota isn't in his mind, either.
there isn't the same understated restraint and control he keeps over himself like he usually has. she's still half-dressed -- her shirt pulled up to her chin and her jeans unbuttoned just enough that he can fit his hand inside.
there's a small, pleased hum before his tongue rubs against hers and his finger slides downward further. the tip pushes inside her just barely so, teasing, before it pulls out again.]
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Her mind is a mess, now that she isn't stubbornly holding on to the importance of hearing a proper answer. But it's a mess she lets fill her head up with eager abandon, kissing him and blindly, greedily tugging his own shirt up as well.
She fumbles with his belt as well, with much less success.]
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as cute as it is to have Hakuno struggling with his belt, he cups her between her thighs and reaches between them to pull his belt loose with the other, grinning only slightly against her mouth.]
You're a lot less coordinated when I say yes.
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[It's an admission delivered far more bashfully than she has any right to, given the way her fingers snake into his boxers and curl around him, already settling into the happy medium hanging between 'tight' and 'firm' that she knows he likes from past experiences.]
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[immediately, his eyes lid as he lets her have her way with him. when he arrived in Duplicity, he planned to meet his quota with different people. every month. one night stands where he didn't have to worry about where they went afterward.
Hakuno destroyed that plan single-handedly. he's met his quota every month because of this little lady. what started out as a high sexual attraction on night one has turned into Hakuno investing herself in him so much he can't help but... invest in her in return.]
You haven't had to worry about that for a while.
[he starts pushing her jeans past her hips, dragging the tight cloth down her thighs and leaning in to kiss at her throat and jaw again.]
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[She does her best to shift and help him, but eventually the reality of tight, clingy jeans crashes in and she has to squirm a bit more than planned. There's a dozen details that seem to trip her up, now that they aren't rushing and trying to stay ahead of regrets and bad memories.]
I don't... think of myself as particularly—particularly smooth.
[She kisses his cheek, and the shell of his ear, and does her best to ruck off his shirt without making him move that hand of his.]
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Funny. I'd say you were.
[he's referring more to the feel of her skin currently under his fingertips than her flirt game.
squirming to get clothes off isn't smooth. attempting to get his shirt off with one hand still between her thighs and the other working her jeans off isn't either.
he can't remember things being this difficult before now. eventually, he does have to pull his hand out of her jeans so he can toss his shirt aside and lay Hakuno on the couch again, on her back.
working her jeans off is a bit easier, then.]
You're rather smooth and soft.
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She takes advantage of his momentary retreat to get her jeans all the way off, as well as her shirt, kicking them both to the floor with little care. She slides a thumb under the band of her panties as he eases her back, glancing up at him in a do you want to or shall I? sort of look.]
...well, you would certainly know by now, on that count. I'll take your word on it.
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not Hakuno laying back in her underwear, either. he's seen that as well. her bra all pushed up and her underwear a hooked thumb away from joining the rest of her clothes on the floor. he's seen her more naked than this.
without a word, he reaches for both edges of her panties and peels them down slowly too while hovering over her.]
You're right. Actually, I know a lot about your body. Like what makes you tremble...
[he lifts her legs up, gets them past her knees as her thighs rest on his bare chest.]