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“Can you run the cables behind the drums? Jeff almost ate shit on stage last week”

With hours until the show, Eddie was busy, supervising and calling the shots as the crew set up the stage — and he looked great. 

You were watching, resting back against some boxes by the stage. He had his hair in a bun, just a few strands adorning his face, black tee, sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, thigh jeans that hugged his ass, chains hanging from his hips. And, most importantly, draped across his forearm, your daughter, Scarlett. Quite literally, the sight of your dreams. 

Your eyes kept scanning him entirely, running up and down. They stopped at the baby in his arm, chubby legs hanging from each side as he pressed her to his body, keeping her in place. She was agitated, grabbing at his hand, trying to shove his fingers into her mouth to use them as teethers. 

He adjusted her without even looking away from the stage. “Can’t eat that, angel” he pressed a kiss to her hair, brushing it back with his free hand. 

She protested as his fingers pulled away from her mouth, letting out an angry noise and scrunching her nose in frustration. 

You were unable to stop admiring him, so in his element — rockstar and dad, what an uniquely perfect combination. You couldn’t help but notice how he was in control, focused, sharp, giving instructions with such certainty. And his fingers when he pointed, or when he pressed them to his lips, thinking and observing if the stage felt right. 

“Right” he called out, lifting Scarlett to sit up straight on his arm, “that’s better, just finish the rest like that” 

Eddie made his way to you as the crew finished setting up the stage, unhooking a pacifier from one of the chains on his hip and handing you the baby. “Need a smoke” 

You just nodded, still hypnotized by the scene you had witnessed. Your eyes followed him, landing on his ass as he walked to the back door of the venue. Then up, where the thin shirt was clinging to his back, highlighting his shoulders. 

When you finally came to your senses, you adjusted Scarlett in your arms and looked at her, tiny arm reaching out for Eddie. “You wanna see daddy? Me too”

You walked to the door, only peeking through the crack he left open. He was leaning on the brick wall, foot up against it, bringing the cigarette up to his lips and lighting it. His head tilted back at the first drag. He was truly mesmerizing and you couldn’t keep yourself from watching. You tried to be quiet, not make him notice, but when Scarlett squealed, he caught you. 

A smirk formed on his face before blowing out the smoke. What?, he mouthed, without making a sound.

Nothing, you mouthed back, shaking your head. If you weren’t inside the dark venue, Eddie would’ve caught how you blushed.

He took a couple more drags, but didn’t finish the cigarette, just crushed it under his boot and made his way back in. Scarlett immediately leaned toward him and he grinned, taking her from you. 

“Missed me, pretty girl?” he whispered into her hair. “Looks like you’re not the only one” he teased.Your hand sneaked around his waist, reaching his back pocket to discreetly feel his ass. “You okay? Seem a bit agitated” he smirked. 

“You mean horny?” you whispered, almost laughing at yourself.

He rolled his eyes, “after the show, yeah?”

You bit back a smile, nodding and reaching for a quick kiss. “After the show” you agreed. 

You had divergent views on L.A. show nights. Eddie seemed to not enjoy them as much because to him, waking up in his own bed didn’t feel like a concert day. On the other hand, you loved them, getting to feel at least a bit normal, coming back to your own home after work like other families. 

But that night, you were both happy to be home. 

Eddie walked in with Scarlett’s carrier, holding the door for you as you took her bag. You walked in quietly, following him into the baby’s room. 

“You wanna transfer her?” he whispered.

You nodded, already dreading what would happen if you accidentally woke her up that late. After a deep breath, you reached into the carrier, carefully lifting her out, both you and Eddie making ‘shhshh’ noises with your mouths. You managed to lower her down into the crib, adjust her pacifier and finally breathe again. 

Eddie almost chuckled when you both sighed at the same time. He made sure to turn off the lights and check the room temperature before you walked out and carefully shut the door. 

“Can I blow you?”

Eddie looked down at you, hand brushing your hair behind your ear, not even fazed by the bluntness of your words, just a smirk on his lips. “Yeah”

You moved to your room, leather jackets being dropped by the door. Eddie lay back immediately, on the edge of the bed, watching as you took off each item of clothing. 

First the tight black skirt, revealing that your stockings were being held up by a garter belt that sat around your waist. Then the t-shirt of his band, off and on the floor, now revealing the matching black set you had underneath. 

“Help me with my boot, baby?” you asked innocently, lifting one leg to step right between his thighs, if you pressed down, you’d step on his crotch. 

He moved silently, one hand reaching for your calf as the other undid the laces and his lips pressed a kiss to your knee, over the sheer fabric of your stockings. Once he slipped off the boot you did the same with the other leg as you unhooked the latches of the garter. 

“So you did this on purpose”

“You should’ve known” you smirked, freeing your foot from his hold. 

Eddie nodded once, “yes, I should’ve known.” He reached out for your hips — thumb running against the bat tattoo on your hipbone, the one you got just days before your wedding, to match his — pulling you closer. “Gonna get down on your knees for me?”

You nodded, kneeling in front of him, hands running up and down his thighs. His hand immediately met the back of your head, guiding you down to nuzzle at his crotch. Just from having your face pressed against it, you could feel he was already hard — you hadn’t even touched him yet. 

You were too desperate to tease, so your hands reached to unbutton and unzip his jeans,tugging them down with his boxers when he lifted his hips. His cock sprung out, red and pretty, begging to be touched — and you wasted no time. 

Your hand reached for his base, angling him toward your mouth. Your lips pressed a gentle kiss to his tip before spitting down on it. Your tongue darted out to spread the saliva all over him before you took him in. 

You dipped lower, taking everything just for a second, the inevitable gag making more spit spill over his cock, just the way you wanted. Your hand slipped up and down his shaft, smearing it around to make your mouth glide down easily. 

You felt his hand on the back of your head again, fingers between strands of hair, as he looked down at you, just as a warning before pushing you down. His head fell back with a groan as held you down just to your limit. 

“Perfect doll. Been waiting all day for this, huh? Will do everything I want.” 

You nodded and he let go of you, tears in your eyes, threatening to spill out and smear your eyeliner. But you don’t care, you just wanted to feel the weight of his cock in your mouth. So you took him back in, this time bobbing your head, your lips dragging against the sensitive skin of his cock while your tongue worked the underside. 

You could feel the back of his rings on your scalp as he pressed you down. Your eyes fluttered shut every time his tip hit the back of your throat and he loved watching it. You sucked harder around him, hallowing your cheeks to make him feel every inch of your mouth. 

Eddie groaned, falling back to his elbows and letting you work freely on him. You worked faster, enjoying the feeling of being full. Your hands gripped his thighs and your nails dug into the skin, and Eddie absolutely loved it — especially after you were done when the marks were still burning. 

“Ah” he hissed. “That’s enough sweetheart, fuck” His fingers tangled in your hair and yanked you off his cock. 

The view in front of Eddie was better than anything he had ever seen — his wife on her knees, eyes red and teary, lips swollen and used, a string of thick saliva connecting them to his cock. 

“You are the prettiest little thing I've ever seen” he spoke, slowly, swiping his thumb on your lips and pressing it past them. “Just love having your mouth full, don’t ya?” 

You nodded up at him, sucking his thumb and running your tongue around it. He pulled out his finger, smearing saliva all over your lips and your chin. 

“Come up here”

Eddie helped you up from the ground and guided you to sit across his lap. His hand moved to your cunt immediately, fingers pressing the wet fabric to your skin as you pulled him into a kiss. When you started moving your hips, his hand dipped inside your panties, fingers diving and running between your folds. 

You moaned into the kiss, feeling him gather your wetness to circle your clit. Your hands dived into his hair, fingers and nails running up the nape of his neck to get a reaction out of him. He grunted into your mouth and you smiled — but your pride was quickly cut off when his fingers slipped inside. 

“Fuck- Eds” you whimpered, the anticipation of the day making you extra sensitive. 

His lips met your neck, nose pressed against the weak spot under your ear. “Wanna tell me what got you so worked up, doll?” 

You shook your head, actually embarrassed to admit that everything about him had been turning you on — from the moment he woke up in the early morning to grab the baby, to the way he performed on stage that night. 

His hand came down on your bare thigh with a strike, making you jolt. “Not gonna tell me?” 

“Can’t” you spoke, concentrated on the feeling of his fingers inside you. Eddie hummed, as if to say why not? “T’s embarrassing” 

“Embarrassing? You seemed so confident just minutes ago, how are you embarrassed now?” he teased, whispering to your neck. 

“Eddie” you whined, letting your hand dive under his shirt, fingers running against the warm skin. 

“Let’s make a deal, then. I’ll fuck you really hard into the mattress, make you cum real nice, cry a little and then, later, when you’re too fucked out to care, you tell me. How about that?” 

You nodded, but only because you didn’t want him to stop touching you. His thumb was pressing on your clit as his fingers curled up inside you, every twitch of your hips being almost too much as you approached the edge of pleasure. Your eyes fell shut as Eddie worked your neck, thighs closing around his wrist as you came. 

He waited a couple seconds, watching you ride every last wave of pleasure, before pushing you off his lap. “Bed. On your knees, face on the pillows. Want you arched pretty for me, yeah?”

You nodded, watching him stand too, before taking your spot on the bed. You could hear his clothes hit the floor as you waited impatiently for his touch back on you. But Eddie loved to tease you, prove that he had much more control than you. 

“Don’t move” was all he said before you heard the door open. 

You blindly obeyed, only hearing shuffling and footsteps coming from outside the room as you waited. By the time Eddie came back you could already smell the smoke of his cigarette. 

You felt his body behind yours, hand running up your calves and your thighs before his finger tugged on your thong and snapped the band against your skin. A cloud of smoke formed in the room as his hands kept exploring your body, pulling your underwear down, fingers running through the wet folds, teasing your asshole, your clit — everything to make you squirm. 

He walked over to the nightstand, stubbing his half smoked cigarette down on the ashtray. You watched as he moved, body completely bare. Eddie looked right back at you, hand reached out to brush your hair. 

“Prettiest doll” he whispered before taking back his spot behind you. 

His fingers swiped between your lips one last time before bending over to do the same with his tongue. His warm mouth touched your cunt, hands spreading your cheeks apart to lick into you, lapping all the way from your clit to your asshole. Your hand reached back for his hair, pressing him closer — but Eddie quickly grabbed for your wrist, reaching for the other to join them behind your back. 

Eddie only pulled away when he couldn’t take neglecting his cock anymore. His hand came down on your ass again, just as his tip pressed against your hole. Your hands reached back, searching for his, he grabbed your wrists again, wrapping a single hand around them. 

“Eds” you sighed, pushing back on him. 

“ ‘M right here, sweetheart” he whispered, free hand caressing your thigh as he pushed in. 

You sighed at the feeling of being full again, breath shaking. Eddie was slow, careful at first, like always, he liked to ease you into it, feel you take his cock. He folded his body over yours, free hand moving your hair out of your neck before resting right beside your head. 

“Ready, pretty girl?” 

You nodded against the pillow and felt Eddie pull away from you. His hand spread your cheeks to watch as you took him in. Then he was merciless, fucking into you, hips snapping hard and making you jolt forward. 

You melted further into the mattress as Eddie pressed you down, making your back arch even more. His thrusts were deep, almost overwhelming, peering into pain every time his tip met your cervix, but the tears in your eyes were from pleasure. 

Your legs started to give out, your hips swaying slightly. Eddie noticed and pushed you flat on the bed. His hand moved from your wrists to your upper back, still pressing you down onto the mattress. His hips seemed to snap even harder, his heavy weight on top of you only adding to the feeling of being used. 

“Eds” you moaned against the bed, hands reaching down to feel his thighs.

He knew you were getting closer — your pants, moans and desperate hands giving you away. His hand held on to the head board so he could lower himself down, mouth pressing against your hair, “feel good, doll? Gonna come for me?”

You could only nod, any attempt of speaking was cut off by whiny moans. You could feel the build coming way too fast, suddenly the rhythmic thrusts turned into a perfectly sharp feeling that had you gripping Eddie’s tattooed thighs. 

Eddie didn’t let up, he kept fucking into you, pressing you into the mattress until he felt your cunt clenching around him. Your legs kicked in the air behind him, your mouth parted with a moan before you bit down on the pillow. 

If you weren’t so fucked out, you would’ve noticed how your husband’s moves shifted, getting deeper and more deliberate, his breath coming in short pants. But you only came back down when he pulled out, quickly moving off you and flipping your body on your back. 

“Fuck, baby, gonna make a mess on you. Wanna see you covered in my cum” 

You watched, hazy minded, as he fisted his cock above you, aiming on your stomach. But when he came, the white ropes reached all the way up to your face. You looked up at him, barely a thought in your mind as he grunted, milking his cock until the last drop met your skin. 

Your eyes were shut, and your mind distant, but you felt his hands roughly running down your body as he admired his work — your painted skin and the stained garter. 

“You look so perfect, sweetheart. Look at you, all fucked out.” His hand gripped your face, turning it to him, “open your eyes, baby. Let me see you.” It took every last drop of energy in your body, but you opened them, looking up at him. “Perfect. Feel good?”

You nodded, eyes already closing again as a soft smile took over your face. Eddie wiped your tears away, smudging black all over your cheeks. 

As much as he hated to leave you even for a second when you were like that, you needed to be taken care of. So Eddie pulled away, reached for a tissue on your nightstand to wipe the drying cum off your skin before whispering lowly ‘ll be right back. 

You were still drifting in and out of the hazy, sleepy state when he came back with a glass of water.

“Doll” he called gently, kissing your face, “need you to have some water, yeah? Sit up for me”

He helped you sit up, but all you wanted to do was be as close as possible, so he sat against the headboard, letting you rest on him. You took the water, drinking as he watched every move. 

“Stop staring” you mumbled, but he shook his head, “You look like a creep”

“Can’t look at my fucked out wife anymore?”

“No. Maybe. If you get me something to eat” you teased but you really didn’t want him to leave. 

“I can do that. If you answer my question.” You looked up at him, confused for a second before you remembered. 

“No”

“No? Do I need to fuck you again to get my answer? What got you so worked up, huh?”

You hid your face in his neck, impulsively kissing the skin there. His arm wrapped around you to caress your bare thigh. 

“Nothing much” you admitted, whispering to his skin. “Just… the way you were holding Scarlett, and ordering people around. And your jeans were way too tight”

He hummed, still caressing your skin. “Next time I’ll fuck you on your back then, so you can grab my ass all you want”. 

“Eddie!”

“You’re acting like that’s not what you wanted to do earlier” he teased. His hand dived into your hair, pulling you away from your hiding spot. “I love you, doll. You know that, yeah?”

You nodded as he pressed a kiss to your hairline, whispering a quiet love you, too.

Ever since the fourth, Robin was set on spending the summer at your house — movie nights teaching Steve about good movies; hanging out in his room just whispering so you wouldn’t hear from the other side of the wall; dipping in the pool sometimes.

You never minded it, Steve made sure to include you too, even if they were going out, and even if he wasn’t so nice about it.

“Ice cream, car in two minutes. ‘M picking up Robin, you coming?” He’d ask after opening your door without knocking, leaving you to freak out and try to change into something that wasn’t an old t-shirt of his.

By August, it had gotten to the point where Robin would show up even if Steve wasn’t home yet. “Oh, he said he’d be home by eight, I’ll just wait”, she’d said. And it was those moments where you got to know each other.

You’d offer a snack, maybe something to drink and you’d talk, while secretly hoping your brother would take longer than intended. You would sometimes even notice how she stumbled over her words or bounced her leg; but that was just how she always was.

One of those times, Steve got home and Robin was rambling about something you didn’t understand, and he definitely caught that when he walked into the living room.

“Rob,” he called out, finally stopping her “my room, now”

“Alright, Harrington junior, I’ve been summoned for a terrible date debrief”

“What the hell, Robin? You’re talking her ear off” he whisper-yelled at her, “you were better than this when met”

“Well, it was all a façade, Steven, I’m not half as cool as you painted me to be. I’m hopeless” she threw herself on his bed. “Why do you even care anyway?”

“Hey, it’s you or high school guys. I would rather if it’s you.”

By the end of summer, a friend invited you to a party, just a house party before school started. You decided to bring it up while Steve was in the room, being casual about it.

“You should go, Rob”

“Me? I don’t do parties” she said, voice cracking and high-pitched.

“That’s because you’ve never been invited, nerd. Luckily, I’ve made this one” he gestured towards you, “popular enough to be invited. You should go. Together. I’ll drive you” he smiled.

So, days later, Robin was knocking on your bedroom door because you promised to do her hair and make up.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’m still freaking out a bit over my clothes. I don’t know if I like this skirt. What do you think?”

“I think it looks good. You look great, actually”

Robin felt like burying herself alive immediately, but you smiled, even blushed a little. “Thanks. But, I know I have another skirt that will look better.”

You looked through your closet again and again until you found the denim skirt. Then you stopped, thought for a second — would this be too in the face? Robin had seen you in every single one of your swimsuits and your big shirt should cover you enough.

“Do you mind?”

Robin shook her head almost too quickly and tried to look away, look at anything else in your room, but her eyes quickly drifted back to you. The way you shimmed and moved to take the skirt off and bent over to pick it up from the floor. Before slipping the other one on.

She kept watching as you moved to the mirror, taking your time to tuck the shirt in, make sure everything was sitting right.

“Right, does this one look better?”

Robin agreed, wiping her hands on her jeans, still trying to be casual about being in your bedroom. You talked as you finished your hair and make up, and she watched the way your mouth parted when you did mascara.

Then you moved on to her hair. Sat her in front of your vanity, gently running fingers through her hair as the curling iron heated and she felt like melting into your touch. And when your nails dragged against her scalp to section the hair she shivered — and you noticed.

“Sensitive?” you teased. She nodded.

You tried not to think about it as you started curling her hair, nothing much, just to give it some volume. You couldn’t help but watch her through the mirror. Meanwhile, Robin was desperately trying to find something normal to talk about and that’s when her brain completely shuts down.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted an old Little Women copy on a shelf.

“Do you think Amy marrying Laurie was bitchy of her?”

The sudden question took you off guard, making you touch the hot iron for a second, just long enough gasp. “What?”

“You know, Amy just shows up at the right place at the right time and steals the guy that’s been in love with her sister forever.”

You gasped again, this time at her ridiculous interpretation. “That’s not what happened. She didn’t steal anyone. She was in love with him and Jo had turned him down.”

“So you think Jo is better off with the french guy?”

“I think Jo was better off on her own, writing and caring for her family. She didn’t need men” you stood your ground, defending both characters.

“But Laurie, you don’t think he’s a dick?”

“The book is not about Laurie” Robin watched your face carefully through the mirror, almost studying your expression. “So you hate him!”

Robin looked at you in the mirror, holding eye contact for a little longer than she meant, and burst into giggles. You just shook your head, holding back a smile and focusing back on finishing her hair.

“Okay, makeup time. What do you usually do?” you asked, moving her chair away so you could stand between her and the vanity.

“Just liner and mascara, probably”

You hummed, looking around your drawers, “should we add a little shimmer and maybe some lipstick?”

“Whatever you’d like” she smiled, “I’m your canvas”

You couldn’t hide the excitement, “won’t do too much, promise. Wouldn’t want you to feel not like yourself”

You did her eyes first, while you both tried to be normal about the sudden closeness. Your hands were warm on her face, your breath so insanely close as you told her to close and open her eyes. Robin could feel her heart thumping against her chest.

“Do you mind if I do some lotion before the powder? Just so your skin doesn’t dry out”

“Whatever you’d like” she smiled again, repeating her words.

You reached back for the lotion and she watched as you took some and warmed it between your fingers before smearing it on her cheeks.

“You have a lot of freckles, that’s cute”

Robin couldn’t even hide the blush — your hands felt the warmth blooming on her cheeks. Your eyes followed your fingertips as they worked across her face, maybe for a bit longer than they needed. Robin’s wide blue eyes stared back at you, the blue shimmer on her lids making them more intense.

Before you knew it, your hands were cupping her cheeks and you were moving closer and closer, until your lips pressed a quick kiss to hers. Robin sucked in a breath, too shocked to even kiss back, so you pulled away.

“Sorry, I—“

It took her less than a second to reach up for your face and pull you back to her. Your lips met again, slow and tentative, intertwining gently. The position was awkward but you didn’t mind, you didn’t want it to end.

“Hey” Steve’s voice came through with a knock on your door, making you both jump and pull away, “you guys ready? You’re almost too late to be cool”

You looked down at Robin, eyes wide and startled, and giggled — what is that even supposed to mean? you mouthed at her.

She shrugged. “Yeah, almost done!”

Steve mumbled something about waiting downstairs while you fumbled with the powder pan in your hands. Robin closed her eyes and you bit your lip while dragging the makeup sponge on her face.

“I got some gloss on your lips, sorry” you whispered, wiping it away with your thumb.

Robin could feel every hair on her body stand just from your delicate touch. Then your hand was on her chin, holding her in place as you swiped the lipstick on her lips. She looked up at you when you held a tissue to her mouth. She knew what to do, took the tissue between her lips, pressing them together for a second; all while her intense eyes stared into yours.

“We should go” you whispered, still a bit lightheaded from everything.

She nodded and grabbed her jacket, quickly making her way out of the room. You didn’t know if you should scream, cry or bang your head against the wall — but ultimately, you just checked yourself in the mirror one last time, fixed your lipgloss and followed Robin downstairs.

Robin always got the front seat when the three of you were in the car, so you hopped in the back, and you couldn’t help but watch her through the mirrors. Steve had the windows down, the night breeze blowing her hair as she stared into the road ahead, a soft smile on her face. Seeing Robin so calm and happy made a smile pop up on your face too — you kissed her, and she was smiling about it.

You were too into your thoughts to notice the car stopping, only realizing when Robin opened the door for you. “Thanks”, you whispered, barely audible.

“Alright, listen up,” Steve called, “Robin, you take this” he handed her a flask through the window, “this is good, expensive vodka, be careful”

“I don’t drink”

“You should, maybe it would make you less awkward. But this is mainly for the princess over here, that doesn’t drink beer, don’t let her have too much, alright?” you both nodded. “Now, I’ll be here at 12:15, and this is the important part, only call home if someone is dying, you do not want mom and dad to know about this! Understood?”

“Yes, captain” Robin teased, making you chuckle.

He rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’m out, have fun, drink, be normal!”

And just like that, your brother was gone, just you and Robin alone again. You stared ahead, into the already crowded house for a second, taking it in. You got on your tiptoes and leaned into her ear.

“I’ve actually never been to a party either” you confessed.

“I guess we’ll find out if we like being teenagers, then”

The answer came very quickly, you did not enjoy being a teen very much. The music was way too loud, the house was packed, guys hitting on you and girls asking about your brother. Robin wasn’t fond of it either, she could feel the judgment in people's eyes when they realized she was with you.

Robin grabbed your arm and leaned down so you could hear her, “do you want to find somewhere quieter?” You nodded immediately and she smiled. “Should we get something to drink first?”

You nodded, taking her hand in yours to guide her to the kitchen. Robin hoped you wouldn’t feel how shaky her fingers were, just from being intertwined in yours. You groaned when you got to the kitchen — the counters were already full of used cups and empty cans, nothing to drink in sight but beer.

Your eyes landed on the fridge, “How does coke and vodka sound?”

“Refreshing” Robin handed you the flask and watched you fill two red cups with coke, splashing some of the alcohol in them.

“Okay, I think I know where we can hide,” you grinned, taking a sip of your drink.

You took Robin’s hand again, guiding her back through the crowded house, to an empty hallway. You stood in front of a door for a second, before pushing it open, the laundry room.

“How did you know?” she chuckled at your hiding spot.

“It’s my friends place”

You pulled her in after she checked the surroundings, making sure no one was watching. You both chuckled when she closed the door, finding yourselves in the small room. Somehow, being cramped between walls and washing machines was better than drunk teenagers.

“Steve would be so proud of us for being normal,” you joked.

“Yeah, well, let me at least honor him by drinking a little” Robin took the cup to her lips, taking a sip and soon her face twisted. “No. I don’t like this. Why is it warm?”

You smiled, trying not to laugh. “You should know that drinking alcohol is literally poisoning yourself, the burning must be a warning.”

She nodded, downing another gulp. The small room had you both way more comfortable, conversation easily flowing as you finished your drinks.

The vodka had made you tipsy, and you were now sitting on top of the dryer, waffling about something. Robin was suspiciously quiet, leaning on the washing machine right next to you. She was mesmerized, watching you talk about whatever, your glossy lips moving, your skirt now shorter with how you were sitting, your hair falling behind your shoulders.

“Rob? Still with me?” you teased, getting her attention from your legs back to your face.

Your breath faltered when she looked at you, studying your face as she moved closer and closer, until she was standing between your legs, hands on your knees.

“You were flirting with me this entire summer, weren’t you?”

The sudden closeness and question caught you by surprise, but before you could react her hand was on your face, rings against your cheek.

“Can I kiss you again?” she asked, thumb brushing your lip as her bright eyes started into yours.

“Please” you answered, almost breathless.

Her lips pressed against yours, not as gentle or tentative as hours before, she felt confident now. The kiss was fast, almost hungry, lips parting slightly, noses crashing.

Your hand moved to cup her face, too. Robin licked your lips, letting her tongue slip into your mouth and pulling you to the edge or the dryer, so you were flush against each other. Your fingers dived into her hair, grabbing as her hand slipped up the side of your thigh, under your skirt.

You thought for sure the vodka was fucking up your mind, never in those three months did you think the harmless flirting would actually lead to something like that. But somehow you ended up in a tiny laundry room with Robin, tongues brushing against each other’s and her hand up your skirt — and you had never felt better.

Robin pressed your chest to hers, left hand resting on your waist to pull you closer. Noises of wet smacking and heavy breathing filled out the room as you kissed desperately after all the tension left by the earlier kiss.

You felt like you were losing all control, handling it to Robin willingly as she took charge of the kiss. She seemed so confident now, not like the girl who was always bouncing her knee or blushed at a simple compliment.

She took advantage of the gap where your shirt had become untucked and let her hand under it. She was warm and her thumb pressed down on your skin, making you gasp and smile into the kiss. Your hands were fisting her shirt, probably making a mess of it, but you didn’t care.

You had to pull away after a couple of minutes, to catch your breath. Robin looked straight into your eyes, no words. Your hand reached up for her face again, thumb brushing her swollen bottom lip.

“You look so hot right now” you whispered.

She blushed immediately, burying her face into your neck. For a second, you thought she was just being shy, hiding, but soon her lips started pressing gentle kisses to your neck. You smiled, fingers finding their way into her hair again.

“Rob” you sighed, her kisses suddenly more intense, “fuck. Rob, careful”

She knew exactly what you meant, no marks. So she went back to your lips, you smiled and kissed her back. Your tongues quickly tangled together again, her hands squeezing your waist and your thigh.

You were getting lost in each other again, when, suddenly–

Beep, beep beep.

Robin slowly pulled away, reluctantly, as if she never wanted it to end. She looked at her watch, not beeping anymore, “it’s midnight. We should probably, uh- wait for Steve outside.”

You smiled, nodding as your hands ran through her hair, trying to fix the mess, “yeah.”

“Do I look a mess?”

You took the sight of her in. She looked great, hot, messy lipstick and the curls you did were now just loose waves — if anyone saw her like that they would know straight away what you were doing in there.

“Just a bit” you whispered, reaching for her face. You wiped the rest of lipstick off her lips, ran your hands through her hair only last time and straightened her shirt. “Better”

Robin helped you off the dryer, tugging your skirt down as you tucked your shirt back in. You walked to the door to check the hall — empty.

You didn’t dare to take Robin’s hand to guide her though the crowd this time, you felt like everyone could see in your faces what you had done, hands would just bring more attention. So you walked outside and stood by the curb.

Robin couldn’t help but notice how you shivered when the cold breeze hit. She didn’t even ask, just placed her jacket over your shoulders. You smiled up at her.

You wanted to kiss her again, lean against her body, hold her, tell her how hot it was that she noticed your shiver, how beautiful and bright her eyes looked even in the dark street.

“You okay?” she asked after you stared for too long.

You blushed, feeling caught, but nodded. Steve caught the exact moment when the blood filled your cheeks as he stopped the car right in front of you.

“Right on time. Let’s go”

You reached for the handle and opened the door, hopping into the car. To your surprise, Robin followed after you, settling into the backseat. Steve was surprised too, but decided not to mention it, just started driving.

“So… did you guys have fun?”

“Oh my god,” you murmured to yourself, Robin trying to hide a smirk, “you don’t need to play parent, Steve”

“I’m not playing parent. Just a brother who took time of his life to drive you to and from a party and made sure the actual parents didn’t find out. You know, nothing much”

Robin rolled her eyes at his drama, “yes, Steve, we had fun. But we also drank most of that vodka, just wanna sleep.”

Steve nodded, focusing back on the road, but not without noticing that you had your head on Robin’s shoulder. The drive home was quiet, and quite enjoyable — you asked Robin to roll down the window so you could feel the chilly night breeze.

“Remember, take off your shoes and be quiet. If dad finds out I let his little princess go to a party, I’m dead!” Steve whispered.

He insisted on parking in the driveway because the garage doors were too loud, and apparently so was the front door, because he had also insisted that the best way in was through the back fence and back door.

You just rolled your eyes, taking off your boots as he unlocked the door. You and Robin got in and quickly made your way upstairs, then stopped at your bedroom door.

“Are you… uh– are you sleeping in Steve’s room or…”

“I’m not sure. Steve?” she lifted her arm, scratching the back of her neck.

He looked at her, trying to figure out what kind of telepathy message she was trying to send him. “It’s probably better if you girls sleep together, don’t want mom or dad catching Robin coming out of my room, you know? Is that okay?” he asked, directing it at Robin and she nodded.

“Okay, I’m gonna brush my teeth and change, ‘m tired.” You announced and went into your room.

Robin got her things from Steve’s room as you grabbed pajamas and when you shut the bathroom door she let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“So?” Steve whispered, “how was it?”

“Good” she answered, extremely vague.

“Oh, come on! Did anything happen? Did you talk? Did you dance?”

Robin couldn’t even stop the smile creeping on her face. “We kissed” she whispered, making Steve’s eyes widen.

“Oh? Kissed?”

“Well, I kissed her. But she kissed me before the party anyway” she mumbled, quite shyly.

“What? She kissed you?”

“Is that a problem?” she teased, because she knew from the beginning that the second this actually happened, it would bother Steve, even if he swore it didn’t.

“No. I just– I don’t wanna know about it. Go to bed.”

Robin couldn’t help but chuckle at him. “Oh, I will, with your sister,” she teased.

“Stop this. I don’t like this anymore, this is not what I had in mind. You’re sleeping on the floor. I’m getting a sleeping bag.”

When you come back to your room Robin is setting the bag on the floor, grabbing an extra pillow from your bed. You moved quietly, not saying anything as you sat back on your vanity to brush and braid your hair.

Robin walked out to change in the bathroom and by the time she came back you were already in bed, lights off, just the night lamp on. You watched her move in the dark, walking to the sleeping bag and getting comfortable.

When she was done you turned the light off, whispering a soft “good night”. But, as tired as you were, you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep.

“Rob?”

“Yeah?” she replied, voice hoarse and sleepy.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor,” you whispered.

“Want me to sleep with you?”

“Yeah.” You moved on the bed, making space for Robin to take the edge. You felt the bed dip, but kept looking up into the ceiling while she settled and let herself under your blanket. You both stayed like that for a beat, staring at the ceiling in silence until you turned to face her. “Rob,” you called again.

“Yeah?” this time she turned to face you too, chuckling as your knees brushed each other’s under the blanket.

“I really enjoyed tonight,” you whispered.

She watched you for a second, searching for your eyes in the dark room and her hand met your face, thumb stroking your cheek. “Me too”

You bit back a smile and nodded once before turning to face the wall. “Night”

Robin felt like her arm moved before she could think, wrapping loosely around your waist. She felt your breathing stop and thought for sure she had crossed a line. But you pushed yourself back, curling closer to her until you could feel her breath on your neck, your hand covering hers over your waist.

“Good night,” she whispered finally.