[he can complain. the bed is too soft and has too many pillows. the cat one is very childish and she definitely needs a new one. this one is on its last legs. she's crushing his ribs with her weight, and he's not one of her pillows for her to drape herself on.
but Robin finds that none of those things are particularly bad or even worth complaining about other than for the sake of it. to be a pain in the ass. and maybe he's out of his mind (he definitely is) but Nero's worked hard all day just to have him in her room. all to have him in her bed.
and he's grateful for no banners. please don't make a banner. he'll suffer the emojis as long as there is no banner or cries around town.
she tastes as he remembers. no matter how hard he tried to get it out of his head, it stuck too. he could physically distance himself all he wanted, but something had already taken root. the past weeks where they hadn't had much contact besides traveling together to singularities with their Master wasn't enough time for the memory to fade away like all the others. he's been determined to unearth that root by avoiding her.
god, he sucks. but Merlin may suck more.
their kiss breaks with a burst of laughter. his arm unwinds from her waist to reach down and try and tug her away, with protests that would sound annoyed if he wasn't saying them through a wide grin.] Kn-knock it off! Haha! Hey!
[it's not her, but their rolling does knock some pillows off the bed. Nero would care more about that than he would. he's trying to get back at her, a hand squeezing down on her waist. he's breathless by the time she kisses him again, heart beating just a little harder.
covered in glitter, in Nero's gaudy room, he can't believe he's actually having a bit of fun. he expected as things got heavier and hotter he would have fun in the purely physical sense, not from her tickling him. not from pushing pillows in her face or turning each other over in sheets that slide across his skin.
both hands grab her face, returning the kiss, and he turns onto his back again so she's on top and straddling his hips. after licking across her bottom lip, he draws away from her to kiss her neck and trails one hand along the slope of her back.
to pinch her buttock. another grin is pressing into her skin. that's for tickling him.]
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but Robin finds that none of those things are particularly bad or even worth complaining about other than for the sake of it. to be a pain in the ass. and maybe he's out of his mind (he definitely is) but Nero's worked hard all day just to have him in her room. all to have him in her bed.
and he's grateful for no banners. please don't make a banner. he'll suffer the emojis as long as there is no banner or cries around town.
she tastes as he remembers. no matter how hard he tried to get it out of his head, it stuck too. he could physically distance himself all he wanted, but something had already taken root. the past weeks where they hadn't had much contact besides traveling together to singularities with their Master wasn't enough time for the memory to fade away like all the others. he's been determined to unearth that root by avoiding her.
god, he sucks. but Merlin may suck more.
their kiss breaks with a burst of laughter. his arm unwinds from her waist to reach down and try and tug her away, with protests that would sound annoyed if he wasn't saying them through a wide grin.] Kn-knock it off! Haha! Hey!
[it's not her, but their rolling does knock some pillows off the bed. Nero would care more about that than he would. he's trying to get back at her, a hand squeezing down on her waist. he's breathless by the time she kisses him again, heart beating just a little harder.
covered in glitter, in Nero's gaudy room, he can't believe he's actually having a bit of fun. he expected as things got heavier and hotter he would have fun in the purely physical sense, not from her tickling him. not from pushing pillows in her face or turning each other over in sheets that slide across his skin.
both hands grab her face, returning the kiss, and he turns onto his back again so she's on top and straddling his hips. after licking across her bottom lip, he draws away from her to kiss her neck and trails one hand along the slope of her back.
to pinch her buttock. another grin is pressing into her skin. that's for tickling him.]