comical let down

You’re caught off guard slightly by his sudden burst of confidence, and you hoped to tear it right down. The grip Robert has on your hip tightens, pulling you to decide whether you want to do this right now or not. 

You play up your little hesitance, making it unclear to Robert what you were going to do next. The fingers on your waist loosen their grip for a moment, his newfound uncertainty taking over. He’s worried he may have stepped too far, destroying a boundary that you were sure didn’t exist. You let him panic internally for a second, getting into his head just to bully him a little further. 

When you look up at him, his puppy dog eyes stare intently back at you, wet and desperate. His expression is likely unintentional, but it makes you giggle. Confusion flashed over his features, convincing himself that you were going to report him to HR. “You make this too easy for me,” you snicker, leaning in close so your breath tickles his ear. His body stutters at the closeness, and you have to hold back from laughing out loud. “Let’s go find that place, yeah?” 

You didn’t even have to say anything else before Robert hurriedly rushed you somewhere quieter. You’re not really sure where you’re headed because he’s pulling your arm so forcefully that you don’t have the chance to make note of your surroundings. Grasping onto your immediate area, you notice he’s taking you to the bathroom. “Wow, real classy, Robert,” you comment, sarcasm lacing your voice. “Not sure if this is really the right place, you know what I mean?” You roll your eyes, but a toothy grin spreads across your cheeks when his movements falter at your words.

He swings the door open, old and rusty hinges creaking at the sudden force. “Yep,” he replies bluntly. “I’m just as excited to get frisky in a bathroom stall as you are.” His lips curl into a smirk that isn’t visible from your angle, but you can hear it in his voice. It’s annoying that he’s choosing to push back against your teasing. You had to break him down somehow, and it had to be quick. There’s no way you’re letting him get back on his high horse.

He rushes you into a stall, turning around to click the lock behind him. But before he can even make his move, you have him pressed up against the door. Your leg slotted between his, hand pressed against the door next to his face. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, heat rising to color his cheeks. 

“What’s the matter, Robert? Cat got your tongue?” You hiss, letting the knuckle of your free hand caress the side of his face. “You were just so talkative a moment ago.” Your hand turns, thumb sliding across his bottom lip before resting on his chin, tilting his head down to look you in your eyes. He swallows hard, almost audibly, and you resist the urge to kiss him right then.

“Didn’t realize it would be this easy to rile you up,” you comment. “I would’ve done it sooner if I knew this was the outcome.” Your fingers traced the outline of his jaw, ghosting over his neck to finally rest against the skin exposed by his slightly unbuttoned shirt. “I’m guessing this means you really like me or something.”

Robert lets out a huff of air in protest, but lets you press your chest up against his. His heart is hammering so hard through his chest that you can feel it in your own. His features twist into a serious gaze, thinking carefully about his next words, not knowing how to combat your teasing. “So what if I do?” He questions, hands pulling your hips closer to his. “What are you going to do about it?”

That’s when you kissed him. Partially because you really wanted to, and partially to shut him up. His hands pulled you closer, pressing you firmly against his crotch, and you could tell he was hard. How could he not be? He’s practically been hard the entire time you’ve been teasing him.

There’s an unresolved tension in the air as you kiss, lips moving fervently, teeth scraping against tongues. Neither of you was letting up, seeing who could last the longest without pulling away to breathe. In order to win, you had to play a little dirty. The hand that rests against Robert’s collarbone slides up behind his head, fingers tangling in his brown strands and pulling his head back. The kiss breaks with a gasp on his end, and a hungry smirk on yours. You were going to eat this man alive, and he would probably thank you for it.

Robert is caught completely off guard, a strangled noise escaping his throat. You take his surprise as an opportunity to roll your hips into his, hoping for some sort of reaction. His lidded eyes widen at the feeling as he tries to choke down a moan that threatens to spill. “C’mon, you can be loud with me, Robert,” you tease. “You don’t have to be shy.” 

A satisfied smile creeps across your lips as Robert chokes on the wad of spit he was trying to swallow, the sound becoming lost in the heat of the moment. A huff in disapproval leaves him at your words, like he wanted to respond, but was too worried he might stutter. Looking through lidded eyes, head tilted back, your hand still woven into his hair, Robert fucking grins. It surprises you at first, but then he speaks. 

“Just fucking kiss me, you know I can’t respo-” He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before you're pressing your lips back to his. The kiss is even more forceful this time, kiss-swollen lips tangle together, a shiver forcing its way up your spine as he drags his hand along your back. Robert bites your lip, and you let out a surprised noise, your hand leaving his hair to fall between your bodies. 

You easily make contact with the cool metal of his belt, fingers brushing against the smooth texture of the buckle. The kiss breaks momentarily as you whisper, “Can I?” against Robert’s ear, the heat of your breath sending a tingling sensation rippling across his cheek. 

He’s breathless, but he nods, a small “yeah” falls out with a sigh. As soon as the word leaves his mouth, you’re on him again, lips working over his neck, leaving bruised skin in their wake. You let your hand fall further, deft fingers brushing against the zip of his pants. His body jolts, not ready for you to press your palm firmly against the stiffness in his pants, throat vibrating against your lips as he lets out the most delicious groan you’ve heard in your entire life. You wanted more of that.

You don’t reach for his belt quite yet, wanting him to bask in the feeling of your hand palming his erection. Robert’s getting impatient, and you can tell, because he’s angling his hips in a way that your hand brushes the now-warm metal of his belt buckle. You slightly pull away your hand, making a tutting noise with your tongue. “So damn impatient,” you chide. “I don’t think you have the right to be asking for so much.”

Robert’s face twists into a scowl at your words, teeth lightly gritting as he fights back another noise. “Wasn’t this your idea in the first place?” He grunts, hands reaching down to unbuckle his belt himself. You want to slap his hands away, make him wait for it, but he’s right. Not only were you the initiator, but you’re also made aware that you’re in a bathroom stall. Because the loud thump of music from outside swells as the door is opened. Whoever just walked in stops in front of the mirror, probably to fix up their hair or something, likely not even noticing your presence, but your heart almost leaps out of your chest. 

You put a finger to your lips, making a shushing motion as you swat Robert’s hands away from his now-unbuckled belt. Fingers pop the button and slide the zipper down, giving you easy access to what’s in his pants. You let your hand brush across the skin under his work shirt, fingertips dancing across his lower belly. You can feel him shiver at your touch, resisting the urge to make a noise. 

Slowly, your hand slides down, fingernails dragging down his skin, making him shudder. You reach the top of his boxers, elastic waistband pulled outward so you could shove your hand inside. Deft fingers wrap around his length, the warm weight of him now engulfed by your hand. Robert sighs against your ear, hot breath warming your skin as he lets his lips ghost over your neck. 

Your hand, which is still stuffed in his boxers, begins to move, dragging up and down his length, tantalizingly slow. Playing it off like you’re just getting to know his body, gauging his reactions to your slow strokes. The music swells as the door opens and closes again, whoever was in the bathroom leaving none the wiser. Looking up, you make eye contact with Robert, his big, wet eyes looking down at you. His hair is messy from your pulling earlier, lips are swollen with light marks from your teeth. He looks like a mess, and it’s so unbelievably sexy.

“Can’t believe I have you looking this way,” you tease, still looking into Robert’s eyes, not daring to break the contact. His hand finds its way to cover his mouth, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure, while you continue to stroke him leisurely. He’s lost all ability to even try to reply; you’ve won this time, and you aren’t even finished with him. You lace your fingertips through the top of his knuckles and pry his hand away from his mouth, effectively pressing your lips up against his once more. You can feel the vibration of his moan against your mouth as you finally release his cock from its restraints. 

You swallow down every noise Robert makes, licking your tongue across his bottom lip as he fights back another moan. He’s probably close, you figure, because his legs are shaking slightly, his head is leaking like crazy, and he’s slightly meeting the pull of your palm with his own thrusts. His head falls to your shoulder, the bump of his nose pressing into the heat of your neck as he presses a kiss to where your throat meets your neck. He’s desperately close at this point, and he likely won’t last long if you keep going, his moans muffling where he’s nuzzled into your neck. 

And that’s why you stop; you don’t want him to finish. Not yet, at least. Your hand slows, drawing out two very long strokes before you stop completely. Robert deflates against you, a strangled noise forcing its way out of his throat. “Why’d you stop?” He mutters, breathless and defeated. It comes out whiny, almost, genuine confusion entwined in his words.

You answer his question by falling to your knees, face meeting the glistening head of his cock.

Robert then begins to question why he even bothered to ask when you blow your hot breath across his dripping tip, the air cooling as it reaches his skin, and he can’t help but shiver at the feeling. You let your hands brush up his thighs, bracing yourself on either side of him so you won’t fall forward easily. You are planning on sucking him off, but you don’t need a mouthful of cock just yet. 

You kiss his tip first, then slowly make your way down the girthy side of him, lips brushing softly against his skin until you reach the base. Robert shakes lightly in your grasp, quietly moaning at the feeling of your wet and swollen lips against him, laving your tongue back up to his tip. When you look up at him, his eyes are lidded and looking down at you, cheeks red and voice caught in his own throat. He looks like he could cum just from how close you are to him, his arm coming up to cover his mouth that is slightly open in a silent moan.

You place a kiss on Robert’s tip once more, before inviting him into the warmth of your mouth. He rests heavily on your tongue, keeping your mouth wide enough to take just the first inch in. Wrapping your lips tightly around the head of his cock, you suck slightly, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum as you put enough pressure to make him squirm. His eyes are still locked on yours, and you can feel the heat of his gaze boring into you. And while you were in control, his flushed face almost made you stutter. 

Robert’s fingers tangle in your hair, not pushing nor pulling, just keeping you close to him as you take him a little farther into your mouth. He doesn’t dare move; he even looked hesitant to grab you by the hair at first. You would’ve told him to keep his hands off, but part of you liked it, and he already looked wrecked enough at this point. His thighs tense in front of you, but you pay no mind as you continue looking up into the teary abyss of his dusky bronze eyes. They’re entrancing almost.

You pull off of him with a pop, catching your breath before you’re guiding him back into your mouth again, tongue flattening out to see how far you could take him in. Robert keeps fighting back his moans, biting his wrist to muffle the brazen noises he’s making. He brushes your hair away from your eyes so he can get a better look at you, and you almost melt. Somehow, he can take this very lewd moment and make it much more intimate. You can’t help but moan at his action, his breath catching in his throat at the vibration. He looks like he won’t be lasting much longer. 

He doesn’t push you by your head, but his hand follows you as you move up and down his cock, making sure to drag out the feeling as long as possible. Robert looks like he’s about to burst; his thighs are rock hard under your grip as you take him as far down your throat as you possibly can. He curses under his breath, and you make a noise of acknowledgement that ripples pleasure across his body. You almost choke as his hips jerk involuntarily, pushing him to the hilt. Tears spring in your eyes, but you fight through it, watching Robert’s head tilt back against the stall door.

His eyes screw shut, his hand tightening in the hair on the back of your neck as he bit into his forearm to strangle whatever vehement noise he was going to let out. While there were signs, there was no warning before you felt his warm spend spill down your throat. You were very generous today, letting him hold you against him until he was done riding out his orgasm. But you didn’t stop there. When you finally went to pull off of him, you let your teeth drag across his sensitive length lightly, making his hands scramble. He wasn’t sure whether to pull you off or let you keep going, so you made the decision for him. 

You take a big breath when you’re finally free, catching up on the air you hadn’t been taking in the last few minutes. Robert is still catching his breath as well, cheeks flushed and small sweat beads rolling down his temple. He looked like he had just run a marathon or something.

Your voice is hoarse when you speak, but you push through anyway. “You’re bossy when you’re getting head,” you scoff. Robert looks slightly like a kicked puppy, almost guilty, like he had done something wrong. He squeaks out a ‘sorry,’ and you can’t help but laugh as he hurriedly tucks himself back into his pants. 

He’s a stuttering mess at this point, which is kind of unlike him. But to be fair, he probably had just gotten the best head he’s ever had in his entire life. You buckle his belt for him because his hands are shaking so much, and then you offer him your hand, silently asking him to pull you up. He gives you an odd look, but you just shrug and comment, “My knees hurt.”

Robert helps you up, and you’re a little wobbly when you stand. Your hair is a mess from his tugging, your lips swollen and kiss-bitten, while your eyes are still a little red and teary from the strain on your throat. He helps you stand up straight, gripping your hips to help you stay stable. You giggle. He’s so careful with you now, not like he was just a few minutes prior. 

“I still don’t think I solved your shy problem,” you tease. “You still look a little scared of me.”

Robert scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You just sucked the life out of me, and you’re still not letting up,” he groans. 

You can’t help but giggle at his resistance. “Nope!” You reply, popping the ‘p’ like you’re chewing bubble gum.

Robert sighs; he knows he’s going to have to deal with more of your bullshit, but at least he can manage it a little better now. But he still thinks for a second before responding, internally cursing himself for being so indecisive about what to say to you. “You know what?” He says, clicking his tongue. “I don’t think you’ve solved my problem. I think I may need a little more help in the future.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, but you don’t mind it this time. 

The steam from the hot water of your shower curls around the bathroom lights. The fan is loud, drowning out the hard patter of water on the shower floor. You’re hunched over, the steaming water dribbling down your back, curving with your spine before hitting the floor. 

You don’t even notice that you’re crying at first because the fiery water drips down in the same direction as your tears. It’s when you unintentionally let out a sob that you realize you are. That same water that muddies your tears is stinging over the cuts and scrapes you’d attained from work today. Your job is to save people, and along with a paycheck, that should be rewarding, but you’re just so burned out. You’re so insanely tired that all you can do is cry.

The fan is loud enough that you don’t hear the bathroom door creak open, or the shuffling that follows. Suddenly, you feel a waft of cold air hit the wet of your body as the shower curtain is pulled back. You look up from your hunched state to see Robert standing there, his eyes asking if he could join you.

You straighten up and step aside, silently giving him the okay to enter. You may not be able to see your tears, but your eyes are red and puffy, and he could hear your muffled noises from outside in the hallway.

He doesn’t say anything, just surveying the injuries that grace your form. Traveling the cuts, scrapes, gashes, and bruises with his eyes, and you resist the urge to turn around and break his gaze. He lets his hand fall to your waist, slightly tugging you towards him. You hear him mutter “c’mere” under his breath, and you give in easily, slumping against his chest as he holds you to him. 

And you stay there for a while, basking in his scent under the hot water. His presence loosens the tension in your overworked muscles, relaxing you into his grasp even further. You can hear the low patter of his heart against his chest, and it, for some reason, comforts you. Reveling under the blistering of the shower water and the support of Robert’s presence. 

After some time, you look up at him, bringing yourself closer to his face to leave a kiss on his lips. He thinks it’s going to be chaste, so he goes to pull away, but you have other ideas. You bring your hand to curl in his now-damp hair, pressing his face into yours.

He melts into your kiss, slowly walking you backwards until your back presses up against the cold tile of the shower wall. “You sure this is okay?” He murmurs against your lips.

“It would make me feel better,” you reply quietly. You watch a sad smile pull at his lips before he leans back in to kiss you again. 

The kiss is slow and desperate, but your eyes are lidded, lazily looking into Robert’s as he lightly bites your lip. You can feel his hand slip down your waist to between your thighs, the pads of his fingers ghosting over your folds. 

He doesn’t dare tease you, already slipping a finger inside you. You let out a shaky sigh, reveling in the feeling of his long, slender finger pressing up against your walls. He easily slides another one inside, brushing them against that special spot that makes you squirm.

You break from the kiss, letting your head fall to his shoulder. Your arms are draped over the expanse, one hand still clinging to the hair on the back of his neck. Robert leans down to press a kiss to your head, his dexterous fingers still exploring your insides carefully.

Reaching between your bodies, you search for your clit, rubbing slow circles in tandem with the gentle thrusts of Robert’s fingers. You don’t have it in you to be loud right now; only soft noises ring off the echoey shower walls. You shiver. Robert’s blocking the hot water, and your back is still pressed up against the cool tile, only your arm making contact with the steamy water.

Robert’s only indication that you’re close is how you begin to clamp down on him, sucking him in impossibly further. The fingers that draw slow circles into your clit falter as you’re drawn closer to your peak.

“You can let go, I’ve got you,” the rasp of Robert’s voice echoes through you. The comforting nature of his words merely makes you cum on the spot, another shiver wracking through your body. This time it wasn’t from the chill of the shower tiles. 

Robert feels your legs begin to shake slightly, so he holds you against him harder in case they threaten to give out. You let out a quiet and shaky moan, slumping against his shoulder, the tension in your body releasing itself as you reach your climax. 

You both stand still for a second, your shaky breaths fanning over Robert’s shoulder. You’re still pressed up against him, his hand rubbing soothing circles into your back while you recover. Neither of you has spoken much, and you’re not planning to; you let your bodies do the talking themselves. 

You unclench your thighs, freeing Robert’s hand, and pulling away from his shoulder to look at him. He isn’t smiling, but he’s looking at you with this sort of warmth behind his gaze, a great amount of affection towards you. He pulls away from you just slightly, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to clean them of your release. He looks back at you again, your arm still lazily slung over his shoulder, your face puffy and damp from being stuffed into the side of his neck. His eyes ask the question before he does; they say, ‘Do you want to keep going?’ And before he can even ask, you nod, bringing your lips to his once more.

Breathing isn’t on your mind right now as you feverishly kiss Robert. And although the kiss is hungry, it’s still slow. He’s treating you carefully, like you’re made of porcelain, but without the hesitation. He just wants to take his time with you. His hands drift down both your sides at the same time, wrapping one around your thigh to bring it to press against his hip. You haven’t been very attentive to his needs right now, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He seems happy just to be taking care of you.

You can feel his length press against your stomach as you pull him closer into you, kissing and biting his lip at a leisurely pace. You reach between your bodies again to give him a few slow drags of your hand, before trying to line him up with your entrance. You struggle at first, having a hard time multitasking, so you have to break the kiss to actually get him inside of you. 

Once his tip breaches your fold, Robert lets out a soft groan. He doesn’t move right away, taking in the feeling of your wet heat enveloping him. Then, he slowly pushes his hips forward, sliding into you inch by inch. You let your head fall back against the tile, letting out a pleased sigh as he bottoms out. 

Robert leans down to kiss your neck, his free hand finding your waist. His hair is dripping water down your chest and back, and you revel in the feeling of his warmth. He still hasn’t started moving, letting his cock rest inside of you while he leaves light marks over your shoulders. You wrap an arm around him to thread your fingers through his hair again, as you slowly grind your hips down. He lets out another soft noise, almost inaudible, but lets you continue what you’re doing. 

You grind into him for a little while, your thigh bumping up against his hips while you press yourself down, clit grinding into the rough of his crotch. You can hear him letting out soft grunts at your ministrations, and you can’t help but feel a little important. You’re doing this to him, you’re making him feel this way. But you are getting a little fed up that he isn’t fucking you into oblivion right now. 

Robert finally gives in, pulling his hips back just to push back in again. His movements wring a low moan from you, and he lifts his head up from your neck to look at you. Yours is still thrown back against the wall, mouth slightly open and face twisted in pleasure. Your back bumps against the wall, the push of his hips slightly jolting your body upwards. He leans up to kiss you again, it’s messy and wet this time, but there’s a sort of fondness behind it.  

His hips keep slowly pushing into you, and while he isn’t being rough, you can feel how deep he is inside of you. His cock is deliciously dragging against your spongy walls, and you can’t help pressing into his lazy thrusts. The kiss breaks with your moan, and you rest your forehead against his. You’re sure that you’re cross-eyed right now, looking up into Robert’s eyes like this, but you don’t care much. 

You don’t know how, but he pushes impossibly deeper inside of you, your hips angling further to meet his thrusts. Your leg finally wraps around his hips, pressuring him further into your heat. One of your hands reaches down to circle your clit, causing you to clench down on Robert. He hisses, his thrusts faltering for just a moment before he regains his pace. Your free hand reaches down for the hand that’s resting on your hip. Robert notices your hand brushing against his and turns it so you can thread your fingers together.

The position you’re in feels slightly unstable, so he brings your hand against the wall, effectively pinning you open. Your foreheads disconnect as he leans in to kiss you again, hot breath fanning over your lips before his press into yours. It’s hard to focus right now, you feel so good that your emotions are running rampant. You want to cry, you really, honestly could cry right now. 

You moan into the kiss again, clenching around Robert’s length to let him know he’s doing a good job. You don’t mean to, but you feel tears begin to well in your eyes, threatening to spill down. Despite the intimate position you’re in, you don’t really want Robert to see you cry, so you break the kiss to rest your head on his shoulder again. He can feel you shaking; he knows what’s happening, and he knows you don’t want him to see you.

He unclasps his hand from yours, reaching for your face that’s nuzzled into his shoulder. You lift your head, eyes puffy, a sniffle ringing off the shower walls. His palm finds your cheek, and you just break, you sob. He holds you through it, his hips stalling, trying his best to let you have your moment. 

You shake your head, lips quivering as you speak. “No, please just keep going,” you all but plead. Robert gives you a look that says, “Are you sure?” And all you can muster is another small “please.”

Robert pulls his hips back slowly, then presses them back into you at a leisurely pace, being extra careful with you. You let up slightly, choking out a small moan when he starts moving again. Your free hand clutches onto his back, fingers dexterously circling your clit. You’re getting close, you can feel it. The knot in your lower abdomen is growing by the second. You can feel Robert speed up slightly, probably also close to reaching his peak. His hand moves from the wall to your hips, helping you down onto his cock while he thrusts into you.

His gruff moans ring in your ear, a whimper following suit. You continue meeting his thrusts, the repetitive motion bringing you closer to the edge. You can feel every muscle in your body tensing, the intensity of your emotions making everything feel more powerful. Suddenly, the knot in your stomach bursts, your eyes roll back, and your body spasms as you cling to Robert. You unintentionally sink your teeth into his shoulder, leaving a mark he’d have to deal with later. He tries to hold you up, hoping you don’t collapse in his arms. 

He keeps pushing his hips into yours, thrusts stuttering as he fucks you through your orgasm. It’s overstimulating, and tears prick at your eyes again as he pushes you for his release. Your leg wrapped around his hip clings to him, trying to push him further into you. You whimper as he slows, hot and sticky release splashing across your insides. He rocks his hips slowly before stilling inside you completely, letting the last moments of his orgasm play out. 

You’re panting, shaky breaths splaying across the expanse of his shoulders. Robert holds you against him, pressing soft kisses against your cheek. The moment is peaceful and warm, something that you miss on a daily basis. It takes a long time before one of you speaks, but Robert breaks the silence first. “Feel better?” He asks.

“No jacket?” He asks. You shake your head, silently cursing yourself for forgetting something so simple. He’s doing that thing he does where he talks with his eyes, analyzing and gauging your reaction to whatever he’s saying. “Also, I didn’t know you took the bus. Did you just start recently?” He continues.

“I’ve always taken the bus,” you reply. “It’s cheaper, and my car is a piece of shit.” He laughs at your blunt response, and you feel your heart warm a little at the timbre of his voice. 

“Do you want to walk together? I’m scared that if I leave, you’ll never leave the office,” he lets out a winded laugh along with his question. You consider it for a second, but ultimately decide, what the hell, might as well walk with him.

“Yeah, why not?” you shrug. You sling your backpack over your shoulder as Robert opens the door and holds it for you. You bow your head in a ‘thank you’ motion and follow suit through the glass door. 

The wind blows harshly around you, and you have to force down a shiver that threatens to wrack through your body. Robert seems to notice, and he says something about it this time. “Are you okay? You seem a little tense,” he says in a teasing voice. But you can tell there’s genuine care behind it.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just a little tired is all,” you respond, still feeling a little distracted. Robert doesn’t say anything more; he just continues walking next to you. Your shoulder brushes up against his arm, and you feel warmth spread over the place his arm touched yours. You mumble a ‘sorry,’ and he hums in acknowledgement, continuing to walk together in a comfortable silence. 

When you finally arrive at the bus station, you figure you’d be parting, but you end up getting on the same bus. Robert mentions that it’s a funny coincidence, and you give him a halfhearted reply. The bus is crowded, and you have a hard time focusing on what he’s saying because your front is pressing against the warmth of his shoulder and arm. You hope he doesn’t notice how you lean into his body heat. He does.

-

There was an attack on the SDN Headquarters. All heroes in the nearby area were on deck, and that included you. There wasn’t much information about what was happening, but some gang of villains was sent to take out heroes at the source, and what better place than a superhero dispatch center.

The fight was brutal. You fought as hard as you could, taking out the villains left and right. Dodging through their attacks gracefully, you still stumbled a bit, sliding across the slippery pavement beneath you. It was raining, and it was raining hard. You lost sight of your attacker multiple times because the storm was so violent. This causes you to sustain a few injuries, being whacked upside the head quite a few times. You were worried that the SDN might put you on leave for acquiring a concussion. 

You watched most of the villains fall, being taken down by your teammates and other heroes that worked for the Torrance branch. While you were catching your breath, another gang member whipped by you, slashing a cut against your arm. Once you noticed him, you took him down easily, and you watched as the blood from the gash washed away with the rain. 

By the time all of the offending villain gang members were taken out and detained, you were soaked. It was nighttime, and the wind was blowing the rain in every direction. You were pretty beat up, so you hadn’t even noticed the chill. 

The flashing lights of the ambulances came next, and somebody caught your attention, dragging your vision over to the vacant truck. You hopped up into the ambulance, being required to get an EMT checkup after being injured in battle. You watched the EMTs fuss over you for a bit, wrapping your injuries in bandages and giving you an ice pack for where you had been hit in the head multiple times. The EMTs gave you the okay, and they began checking out the next person. 

You haphazardly sauntered off to sit on the concrete steps leading up to the headquarters. Fatigue wracked your body, your fingers freezing from the bag of ice in your hand, and the rest of your body shivering from the cold. Carefully, you sit down, making sure not to make your bruising hurt any more than it already does. You’re zoning out, re-thinking the entire battle while viciously staring at the ground. Suddenly, you’re broken out of your own head when you feel a warm shoulder pressed up against yours, and you see that it’s Robert. 

Just then, you realized how cold you actually were. And that you were, in fact, shivering pretty violently. “That was one hell of a fight. You doing okay?” He asks, and you nod in response, too worried that if you speak, you’ll stutter. There’s no possible way that he can’t tell you’re so cold your whole body is trembling at this point. “Here,” he says while removing his brown bomber jacket. You feel him drape the warm fabric over your shoulders, and you almost melt at the feeling. 

You think you accidentally let out an audible moan of relief at his decision to give you his jacket, but you don’t even care. It smells like him, and that smell was really comforting. He reaches in front of you to pull his jacket tighter around your shoulders, looking down at you with this sort of fondness in his eyes. He moves back to his original spot, subtly offering his shoulder for you to rest on. His eyes give his intentions away. You take the opportunity to rest your body against him, and he rests his head atop yours.

You can’t help but sort of curl into his side, sucking the warmth he has to offer into your damp being. He doesn’t seem to mind because he wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer into him.

-

Robert helps you hobble to the bus stop. You weren’t insanely injured or anything, but it was nice to be offered the extra support on your sore limbs. Instead of getting off the bus at your normal stop, you end up getting off a little later this time. You’re still wearing Robert’s jacket, and it’s pretty much soaked from the rain now, but it doesn’t matter to you. You stayed pressed up against his side the entire bus ride to his apartment, his hand never leaving where it rested on your lower back.

When you walk inside, you notice Robert’s apartment is pretty barren. You gotta teach this guy to decorate. “Hey, why don’t you go take a nice warm shower, and I’ll go get us some food.” He states. You sigh. A hot shower does sound really good right about now. He grabs you some fresh towels and goes to close the bathroom door for you, but you stop him.

“I don’t really have anything to change into,” you inform. You’re still in your hero uniform, and all you have in your backpack are the essentials and a change of day clothes. Not that you’re against it if necessary, but jeans aren’t very comfortable to sleep in. 

He gives you a look, almost like you had planned this.“Ohhhh, sure. Just give me a second,” Robert replies, his voice laced with sarcasm. You watch him walk into what you assume is his bedroom and sift through his closet, and he comes back with some of his clothes. “Here. Now enjoy that shower. I’m getting Chinese.” You chuckle and thank him before he walks away.

You peel the damp hero suit off your body, neatly folding it to hang up later. You turn the shower temperature up pretty high and wait for it to heat up. Once you get in, the water makes your shoulders relax. You let the hot water run down your body, easing the aches in your muscles and washing away the grime of the day.

After your shower, you put on the clothes Robert left for you, and although big, they were super comfortable. The aroma of Chinese food fills the air in the hall outside the bathroom. You didn’t think you were in the shower that long, but it was long enough for him to get Chinese food. 

You lean up against the bar in his kitchen, grabbing one of the takeout boxes and digging in. “Whoa there, greedy much?” Robert teases. You look up at him, face already stuffed with whatever was in the takeout container. “First you use all my hot water, and now you’re eating my Chinese food?” He feigns offense, and you just give him a big, toothy smile. 

You don’t realize that Robert’s staring at you at first; you’re too busy enjoying your Chinese food. But when you do, you make sure he knows. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You say a little more aggressively than usual. He cracks and smiles, and you start getting defensive.

“You’ve got a little something…” He lifts his hand to swipe his thumb against your bottom lip. “There, got it.” 

You’re awestruck, your mouth hanging open a little bit. Robert just laughs, not at you, but at your reaction. You playfully shove his shoulder, but in turn end up slamming your elbow into the table. You wince, hissing as you pull your arm into your chest and rubbing your elbow to soften the blow. Robert can’t help it; he laughs even harder.

You give him a dangerous glare, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “That’s definitely your fault,” you say, pointing at him. He’s still laughing, ducking his head while leaning over the counter. He catches your pointing hand in the air, spreading your fingers to fit his in between. He brings your hand towards his face and presses a few tender kisses to your bruised knuckles. You sigh, bringing your injured arm up to cup his cheek.

Robert perks up, noticing the damp bandage on your arm that you had completely forgotten about. “Let’s get that fixed up, yeah?” He asks. It’s rhetorical. 

You’re following him to the bathroom now, and he helps you up onto the counter even though he’s just rebandaging your arm. He smooths his hands down your sides after you get situated, and then reaches into the medicine cabinet behind you. He pulls out some bandages and isopropyl alcohol.

“This is going to sting,” he says, dampening a tissue with the rubbing alcohol. “Just breathe,” he shrugs, letting you hold and squeeze his hand while he dabs the wet tissue on your cut. He then applies a new bandage to your arm, making sure to secure it properly.

You don’t realize just how tired you are until now, and you instinctively lean forward to rest your head against Robert’s shoulder. “I think you’re going soft on me, Robert,” you joke, and he lets out a breathy laugh against your hair.

“Yeah, maybe I am,” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, effectively sliding your lower body across the table and into him. “Is there something wrong with that?” He questions, and you sigh. You mumble a quiet ‘no’ into his chest and melt into his embrace, your sore muscles relaxing in his grasp. 

His bed is warm. Well, it’s more like a mattress on the floor, but it’s warm. You’re curled up into yourself, legs tucked up towards your stomach, scrolling on your phone. Robert isn’t in the room with you, and you don’t know where he went. You feel your eyes sag with fatigue, blurring the screen of your phone in front of you.  You yawn, letting the phone fall from your hand lazily and soften into the sheets that smell like him. 

Then, it continued into the break room.

You were sitting at the singular table in the break room, scrolling on your phone while nursing a fresh bruise on your shoulder and snacking on a bag of whatever chips were available in the vending machine. Flambae is sifting through the fridge for some food to eat, and pulls out probably not even his own takeout. 

Suddenly, the break room door opens, and somebody walks in. You don’t even look up from your phone, paying no mind to whoever just entered the break room. You hear the vending machine beep and dispense something before the person walks over and pulls out the chair across from you. A Twinkie skids across the table, and you recognize Robert sitting down in the chair he just pulled out. 

You didn’t really have the energy to entertain him right now, but you acknowledged his presence anyway. When you tilt your head up to offer him a nod, he seems to notice how your uniform is pulled off your shoulder to expose the bruise you’re nursing. “Nasty bruise you got there,” he so obviously points out. “You need some ice or something for that?”

Apparently, your fuse was pretty short today. “Yeah, well, it’s your fault I have it,” you respond quickly, with a snippy tone. “With all these brutal calls you’re sending me on, I’m starting to think you like to see me all beat up and sweaty.” 

You hear Flambae audibly choke on whatever he’s eating, and Robert’s eyes widen. You’re even surprised by your own words, not thinking you could be so bold. You can tell he doesn’t know how to respond to your comment because his mouth is open slightly in awe, and his face is flushed. He looks like he’s having a mental war in his head right now, responses battling each other. 

All Robert manages to utter is “what?” He tries to sound disgusted, and it’s funny to you. It’s funny how he pretends like it doesn’t affect him, and you like how he gets all speechless when you tease him. He seems to be able to handle a few flirty jabs now and then from others, but for some reason, yours seem to have a greater effect on him.

“Wow. I said it as a joke, but maybe that’s exactly what you’re doing,” you tease. “Jesus Robbie, I didn’t know you were such a freak.” His face twists into a scowl, the tips of his ears reddening. 

You stand up, crumpling the empty bag of chips in your hand and tossing it in the trash. On your way out of the room, you lean down next to his ear and whisper, “excited for our next shift.” You don’t miss how his fists tighten on the table, accidentally squishing his Twinkie in the process.

The last straw was at the bar.

The Z-team was out for drinks after a grueling week out on the field, and since everyone adored Robert, he was invited along as well. You slink by Sonar, who's throwing down shot after shot with Malevola in some sort of drinking contest. You know Malevola will win. Prism and Flambae are “killing it”, as he put it, on the karaoke stage. 

You scan the room for your victim and spot him sitting in a booth alone. You approach the booth and slide into the seat across from him. “Hey,” you say loudly, trying to be heard over the Flambae’s off-key singing. Robert lifts his head up, his eyes focusing on you. 

“Hey,” he mumbles back. He’s always so grumpy, and you want to change that. He lowers his head again, looking at the way the liquid in his drink vibrates with the music. You lightly kick his leg to get his attention, and he lifts his head back up to give you an annoyed and tired look. “Why do you always choose to bother me?” He asks, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You feign offense. “Why are you always such a downer?” you scoff. “You’re at a bar, loosen up.” He doesn’t respond at first; he just gives you a look. You roll your eyes at his annoyed state. “Stop pretending that you don’t like me,” you muse. “Or are you just too shy to say anything?”

Robert gears up his sassy reply, eyes locked on yours. But before he can retort, you lean across the table to get closer to him. “You gotta stop looking at me like that, or else I’m gonna get the wrong idea,” you giggle, a smirk slithering across your lips. You watch the heat rise up his neck as he starts getting all shy again. “God, you’re such a dork.”

Now it’s Robert’s turn to roll his eyes. He gets up in your face a little bit, flinging a witty look back at you. “I’m such a dork? I’m not the one flirting with someone like they’re a middle school crush,” he chuckles. “If you just flirted like a normal person, you wouldn’t be worried about me liking you or not.” He shrugs his shoulders, the smell of whatever drink he was drinking fans out with his breath. 

“Well… maybe if you weren’t so shy, I would be a little bolder with you,” you tease. Robert clears his throat, but neither of you backs away from each other. “I think you need to learn how to handle a little attention.”

“You think so, huh?” He shoots back. “Maybe you could teach me.” You like how he’s getting a little more accustomed to your teasing. You bring your hand up to his face, thumb moving to brush against his lips. He’s looking at you a little cross-eyed now. 

You bring your face closer to his, lips almost touching. You can feel the way he exhales through his nose, hot air fanning across your lips. Just before you bring your lips together, you pull away. “Maybe another time,” you snicker, leaning back in the booth. Robert looks stunned, a shocked expression painting his face. “I don’t think this is the right place.” 

Robert looks winded, his confidence fading rapidly. You watch his brain stutter, thinking of a way to retort to your decision, but he can’t think of anything. You begin to slide out of the booth, expecting him to watch you go, but hoping he’d take some initiative. Your feet hit the ground on the outside of the booth, your glass clinking before it lifts off the table.

“Sorry to interrupt!” He stutters. “I’m just hungry- I just want to get something- food! From the vending machine.” God, he’s awkward.

“No worries, bud, we’re just chatting,” Malevola says, breaking the silence, and hopefully Waterboy’s awkwardness as well. 

“O-oh! What are you guys talking- chatting about? If I can- If it’s okay if I ask,” he stutters out once more. 

“We’re talking about our first kisses,” Prism states. “What was your first kiss like, Waterboy? I bet it was crazy.” You can’t help but snicker. Not in a way to make fun of him, but just because of Prism’s comment. 

“Oh! My first- mine?” Waterboy stumbles over his own words. “I don’t really- I mean I haven’t kissed anyone- someone, before, not on the lips at least.” This information kind of shocked you, and you could see it shocked Prism and Malevola, too, by the looks of it. You knew he was a dork, but he seems capable enough to at least have kissed someone before.

“How come? You waiting for the right person?” You nudge, and you can see him squirm a little at the question. 

“No! It’s not- It’s just I don’t know how- how to kiss someone,” he stammers. You all gave each other a look- a look that contained more mischief than good. 

“Wow! I’m surprised you’ve never kissed anyone, Waterboy,” you chuckled. “If it’s because you’re nervous about how you’ll perform, I can teach you how.” You watch his face turn completely red, heat rising up his cheeks and sticking to his forehead. He’s speechless for a second, opening his mouth and then closing it, just to open it again not long after. You get tired of his uncertainty and sigh, “Just come here.”

Waterboy walks over to you. You can tell he’s still pretty flustered from your offer, but he still stands in front of you. Even though you’re sitting down, he seems like he’s towering over you, and it would be a lie if you said that it wasn’t attractive.

You grab the collar of his wetsuit to bring him down closer to your face. “First, you want to get nice and close to them,” you smirk. “And then you lean in, bonus points if you grab or hold their cheek.” You say, bringing your face closer to his, your lips just barely an inch away from his. You can see his eyes are wide open, so you pull back slightly. “Don’t kiss someone with your eyes open, that’s weird,” you chuckle. 

His face is flushed, but he still responds “o-okay”. 

You lean back in, and with barely a whisper, you say: “And then you kiss them, just relax and let it happen.” You can feel the heat of his breath fanning across your lips and chin, “and don’t lead with your tongue, it’s a total turn-off.” You stay like that for a moment, faces close together, almost touching. 

You forget that there are two other people in the break room watching you. But once you remember, the thought makes you pull away, slightly embarrassed. Before you could get very far, you feel a damp gloved hand press against the side of your face and yank you back towards Waterboy.

His lips meet yours briefly, his eyes are closed, but yours are wide open. You see how his goggles fog slightly while his lips melt into yours for just a moment. He pulls away quickly, somehow even redder than before. You can tell that his momentary confidence has faded. “Like that?” You hear him ask. 

You’re still in shock, staring blankly at him, mouth open slightly in surprise. You’re unable to respond any more than just a small uttered “yeah,” your voice somehow smaller than his. Just then, you hear a roar of laughter from the two other girls in the room. It catches Waterboy off guard, and he squeaks out an apology before rapidly exiting the room. 

“No way!” Prism cackles. “You were just Waterboy’s first kiss!” Now you were embarrassed. You were so confident while riling him up, you didn’t expect him to actually kiss you. Your face was likely flushed, so hot steam was probably coming out of your ears. 

“Shut up,” you grumble, flipping off both the pop star and the demon. “I was just messing with him! I didn’t think he would actually kiss me!” 

The two girls continue to laugh, so you stand up, kicking the chair you were sitting on back towards the table. Malevola pauses her laughing for a moment to ask you: “Was it good at least?” You roll your eyes. Of course, she would ask.

“It was fine,” you respond. “Not terrible for a first time, I guess.” 

“You got a little something there,” Prism says, pointing at your cheek. You’re confused for a second until you touch your cheek, feeling a few stray water droplets stuck to your skin. You pause before a loud laugh rips through the air, and now you’re cackling along with Prism and Malevola.