he laughs, something low in her chest. lucy laughs because it's true. robby's with her and she's with him and that's all that should be okay. for god's sake, they've known each other forever. it should be sickening to her that someone knows her that intimately. for once in her life, it doesn't. still, she doesn't want to be too sappy about everything— the idea of that might actually break her. so, instead, she moves to unbutton his pants, teeth softly scraping on the column of robby's neck. he can deal with the physical better than the mental. it lands between either ironic or sad. lucy doesn't want to study what that means. she sucks in a breath, laughs in an exhale. " oh, come on. i don't want you to be sappy right now. " it's rough, nearly quiet. " if you keep getting sappy on me, i might have to give your mouth a better use. " despite the teasing in his tone, it isn't a joke.
it's been a while. maybe longer than a while– pushing two years since he's so much as kissed someone else. it had just... felt bad, the constant trying and failing– to build something solid, to let things be nothing more than something casual. robby can't figure out how to do either, and he thinks maybe he never will. so the writing is on the wall for him to fuck this up. but he just can't find it in himself to resist anymore.
a little twinge of embarrassment goes through him, but it's easy enough to ignore with lucy's hands on him. that's what this is about, he reminds himself– this is about needing to be touched, needing to feel needed. needing to feel good. " right, " he murmurs, " sorry. " hands slide up underneath her shirt, pulling her in by the waist. " that said, that doesn't sound like such a bad deal to me. " he'd get on his knees for him in a second, and he knows that they both know it.
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