#iloverobert

Fiance! Robert who plans a small friendsgiving at your shared apartment, inviting the entire Z-Team. taking the early afternoon speed cleaning the place sparkly and setting the table as you cooked away.

Fiance! Robert who, in the minutes before your little 'found-family' arrives, wraps his arms around you as you pull the Mac and cheese out of the oven. Swaying in tandem with the bckround music.

Fiance! Robert opening the door, no more than 3 minutes later with his signature smirk on his face, greeting his friends who came bearing alcohol and store bought pastries. Idle chatter and laughter following them through the door as they spread their drinks and dishes out on whatever counter space they could find.

You really did love to cook. (Something Robert absolutely loved about you).

Before you frozen burritos, twinkies, and shitty office coffee was his normal daily rotation of food- with an occasional fast food run after a good shift. And sooooo much beer. Your surprised he and no one he knows has fucking jondice from how many times a month they go 'out for drinks'.

Now he's got homemade lunches and a perfect French-pressed coffee in his thermos every day. Meanwhile you already made him a breakfast of eggs, bacon and 2 pieces of toast, simple but his favourite, with a cup of that same French pressed coffee.

He's been bulking up because of it. Filling out his shirts, even having to up most of the sizes and throw out half his closet. Much to your chagrin, his muscles grew with him, more meaty biceps was something you'd never complain about.

You watched as he spooned food off the pan and onto people's plates as they formed a single file for the first time. Anything for your food. (They had seen Robert's lunch at the office).

Wiping your hands off on your apron, you made your way to your seat, a plate already there—courtesy of your perfect fiance– as well as a hefty glass of your favorite Pinot grigio to the left of the plate.

Fiance! Robert who slips into the seat next to you, squeezing your thigh as he sits down. The group once more breaking out into easy chatter over the delicious meal.

Fiance! Robert whose eyes never left your face, basking in your glowing skin and the way you blended so easily with the team. Your laugh carrying through his ears as he watched you amused over whatever malevola struck sonar over the back of his head for saying.

Fiance! Robert grasping your hand under the table throughout most of the dinner, smiling at you from where he sat.

Fiance! Robert who leaves you embarrassingly flustered by his charming grin. Tracing his thumb over your knuckle while he chartered with the group. As people finished their food, you all moved over to the couch and breakfast bar– some taking to standing up or sitting on the floor– it was finally desert time!

Fiance! Robert who can barley hold back as he watches you lick the whipped cream from your spoon before diving in for another bite of the pie on your plate. You offered him some, seeing as he had opted for one of his sugary twinkies.

Fiance! Robert who runs you a bath after everyone leaves, mixing in your favorite bubble bath fragrance. You had worked so hard to make this day perfect for him and his friends, this was the least he could do.

He soon joins you in the bathroom, slipping into the tub to scrub your back, being mindful of your hair that you had straightened this morning. He scrubbed you down with a soothing vanilla sugar scrub, rinsing it with warm water.

Fiance! Robert who pats you dry then gives you a heavenly massage as he rubs in your favorite moisturizer. He grabs your pink robe and matching slip dress, before going to change himself into his matching pajamas.

He felt a little silly the first time he adorned the matching pj's you'd snagged on sale at the Burlington. Yours is a light pink, whilst his is a deep blue color. He thought it was girly and not his style, but in reality… He'd never felt a softer fabric touch is balls in his life.

Fiance! Robert who shymmies under the covers to spoon you, running his calloused hands over your soft stomach under your dress. His nimble finger tips tweaking your pert nipples on the way up to cup your throat.

Fiance! Robert who grips the sides of your face, turning your head to the left to meet him in a tender kiss. He hummed into your mouth, pulling back slightly to give you one of his famous devilish smirks. "How's about I treat you some real TLC, huh?"

Fiance! Robert who chuffs at your flustered nod, flipping you into your back as he trailed kisses down your silk-clad body, breathing in the familiar scent of your skin, vanilla and nutmeg.

The combination of the scent of your skin and the heady smell of your budding arousal almost put him in a coma as he hiked your slip up to your waist.

Fiance! Robert who blows cool air onto your hot cunt, delighting in your shiver at the chilly air. His thumbs spread open your sappy folds, gliding across the sensitive skin to open your up to his gaze.

Fiance! Robert grabs your left right in his hands, before swiping a taste of your essence. Laving his flattened tongue along your labia, grazing your puffy clit. He always knew how to break you down with just a few movements of his mouth.

Fiance! Robert who laps at your sweet pussy with a hunger you didn't know was possible. His usual sarcastic self flew out for the window the moment your taste hit his mouth. You watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he feasted.

"Oh--oh fuck, Robbie! Feels s'good,baby" your own eyes found there place in the back of your skull as his tongue worked wonders on you.

Fiance! Robert who likes to speak with his mouthful, reply with a slushed, "I know, sweets-- m'gonna take care of you"

You giggled under your breath, replying back softly as your fingers carded through his dirty blonde hair.

"Thank you, Robert"

"No, thank you, sweetheart"