this ain't philly

(Dana/Robby, written for Day 7 of the DanaRobbyWeek prompts: Storm)

A storm wakes Dana in the middle of the night.

(Dana/Robby, written for Day 6 of the DanaRobbyWeek prompts: Forced Proximity)

(Dana/Robby, written for Day 5 of the DanaRobbyWeek prompts: Hurt/Comfort)

Dana lifted her cigarette to her lips, taking a deep drag. Her hand was shaking slightly. Robby watched her exhale, smoke briefly blurring her view of his face. Keeping her voice as level as possible, she said: “You asking me to sleep with you?” Robby’s ears went pink. “When you put it like that—” * Friends with benefits was supposed to be simpler than this. .

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(Dana/Robby, written for Day 4 of the DanaRobbyWeek prompts: Hand Kiss)

Robby had laughed when Dana told him Benji had never gone down on her. Then he’d hooked his fingers through the belt loops of her jeans and tugged her toward him. “Let me?” he’d asked, low and rumbly, his eyes burning like embers, and it had felt like the wind was knocked out of her.

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(Dana/Robby, written for Day 3 of the DanaRobbyWeek prompts: T-shirt)