and what about it?

yes, this is exactly what she needs— to have someone's presence near her, on top of her like a weighted blanket. they're a pretty decent team in the real world. he would have had been fine if sex hadn't been brought into the equation, but the closeness is nice. if it wasn't with robby, it would have been with some else (and that someone else probably wouldn't have been trustworthy enough). the fact he trusts her ... it's enough to make lucy feel worse, even if that bad feeling dissipates like smoke when he kisses him.

robby is done trying to stop wanting him. whatever cost this comes at, he'll pay it. they need each other– something in the both of them needs each other. and maybe it doesn't inhabit a healthy shape, but god if it doesn't feel like exhaling when lucy touches him. wherever his hands land, robby doesn't care– it's ecstasy, all of it. every place they connect feels at once soothed and frightfully alive. robby groans into lucy's mouth, one arm bracketed beside his head.

👻୧‿︵‿︵ just fucking around !

really robby, it's nothing against you. it's just how lucy operates. make someone fall for him, then break their heart before anything serious happens. it's how the pattern has always happened. she shouldn't be doing this to him. she really shouldn't be doing this to him. there's a hard swallow, lips meeting his. if he kisses him hard enough, he can forget that guilt is trying to eat him alive. she lets out a low whine into robby's mouth, something a little unbecoming to how stoic he usually is.

he doesn't mean to do it, really– to be given an inch and then want a mile. but there's something about him that just craves it: something familiar, a safe place to land. and they have that platonically; robby knows he can always go to lucy if he needs to at work. and bringing sex into the mix is objectively pretty stupid when it runs the risk of taking that safety away. but he needs this and he needs it with someone he trusts. lips parted, he sighs into him, hand lifting to knot into the hair at the nape of lucy's neck. it's not too rough, but it's enough to drown himself out. he groans against her mouth, snakes his arm around her waist. if he can get close enough, maybe he'll disappear.

there's another sigh when his hands touch her skin, the corner of her mouth turning up into a smile. " no, baby. you didn't need to apologize. " the side of her nose presses against the side of robby's, a soft little check-in. maybe it would be such a terrible thing to be so intertwined, so deeply together that it feels like too much. it's always been too much— she's always wanted too much. he's been trying to stamp that want out for years. " we're just having fun, right? that's all this is. "

he cocks his head, biting back an ' oh, come on ' that certainly shows on his face. that's not fair and lucy knows it– but robby won't deny that he likes it. with the weight that settles onto his shoulders every damn day he walks into the ed, the words are a caress, holding that promise of being cared for, kept. he'll take them, even if it's only for kicks. she gets closer and he lets out a long breath, leaning into the touch. lucy's next words send something cold down his back, but he knows that's not fair. he knows better than to ask for what he can't have. " just two friends helping each other out, " he murmurs, lips ghosting against hers.