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summary: robbie fucks you in front of a mirror and makes you see just how pathetic you become when youâre with him.
robert fischer x fem!reader
includes: SMUT 18+, mirror sex, condescending!rob, degradation/praise, unprotected p in v (please use protection in real life), size kink in a hung robert typa way, daddy kink (sorry)
a/n: pleasepleasepleaseplease send me asks, my inbox is open! <3
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Big palms were kneading at your thighs, keeping them spread open, wide enough so you could see yourself, and himâ watching through the oval mirror of your vanity, chair barely accepting the both of you at once, you on top and him below, though you knew where the dominance was held.
His coos were sickly sweet, honeyed and warm, sponging against the shell of your ear when he spoke, the quick flick of his tongue sending shivers down your spine.
âLook at you,â he hummed, a little chuckle punctuating his speech while he raised a hand to keep your gaze on yourself, strong and heavy, not letting it flick elsewhere. âalready fucked outâ pussyâs just droolinâ fâme, isnât she?â
Youâre eyes were hooded, glazed over and completely glassy, tears ebbing at the constant jabs to your sweet spotâ and you watched, so transfixed on the way his cock rutted into you, even from the awkward position and you could see the obscene little dribbles that squelched out around his cock and pooled onto the chair, your slick dripping, getting wetter and wetter with each inward thrust.
âNow you can see what I see, honeyââ he spoke, so condescending it had you clenching hard. âSee how pretty and pathetic you get when daddyâs got his cock in you.â
You whined, clutching at the sides of his thighs, nails clawing and dragging crimson lines while he fucked into you.
ââCause youâre a daddyâs girl, ainât ya, honey? All fâme and no one else.â
You nodded, babbling little hints of RobbieRobbieRobbie and Ohdaddyplease quick when it left your lips, leaving you breathless and panting when he grinned and chuckled at how inebriated you were from his pretty cock.
It was so big, stretching you open and splitting you in half, you could see the way your pussy accommodated him, stretching around him, thankfully your wetness made it easier to slide in, soaked and saturated, slick enough to have very little resistance and heâd cooed at you once he got all the way in- balls deep.
âTakinâ it like a fuckinâ champ.â He moaned, mouthing at your neck and puckering his lips around any piece of skin he could find, suckling it between his lips and pulling away with a lewd âpopâ. âMy girl deserves a gold medal, hm? This sweet little pussy does too.â
Your cheeks were searing, warming from his filthy words, tucking your chin against your chest, bashful and vulnerable with his gaze always on you.
âNuh uhââ he scolded, brows furrowed and stern, grabbing at your cheeks and squeezing, easing you to look back at your reflection and watch your lips jut out into a forced pout. âDonât get all shy on me now, babyâ mâballs deep and you wanna act like a little prude?â
Your gaze jutted down to the thick ring of arousal that soaked the base of his cock, coating the course hair that littered there tooâ you were creaming him.
âThatâs not how it works, honey, I know how much you wanâ it.â
HOPE U HOES ENJOY, IM ALREADY HAVE A NEW FANFIC IN MAKING
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He looks at Ariadne in such a way that he thought she was pulling an act or something. But knowing that she wasn't known for joking around with people and the glare she gave him also gave indication that she was telling the truth.
"But how-"
"I'll explain it once you come back, but she's waiting for you now," she says, saying the last sentence in a smooth whisper.
And like that, he was fast walking out the hotel door, but as soon as he got out, instead of seeing that beautiful Greco Roman inspired architecture, with the cream and blue colors. Instead he sees a blank haul, no doors, no windows, no cameras, the only thing he saw was the elevator being far away to his left, practically looking a black dot in the middle of a white canvas and a vase that's looks to be resting on a wood brown Stolls, that's damaged on the legs.
He walked down the haul for a good 6 minutes and noticed that he basically made zero progress. He looks behind him, the haul he just walks past, turns into a white brick wall with the same base, and Stoll in place just in the middle of the wall.
He had a confused face to him, looking back and forth, wondering what was going on.
"Ariadne, Ariadne!" He yells while banging his fist on the wall. But nothing.
He turns around and continues walking, but still notices no progress, so by the snap of a finger, he ejected and ran with full force, but he too noticed that the elevator wasn't far but running away from him. So he put more effort into it, hand swaying up and down, the quickest he could.
He managed to get close enough to it where he could reach out with him arm, if he extended it enough, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't touch the elevator with the tips of his fingers. So he thought of an idea. If he manages to jump towards the elevator, then he has a chance.
He was becoming breathless, legs getting tired, sweating all over.
this is his only chance.
He puts all his energy that remains in him to get close to the elevator, he was practically 8 inches away from the elevator, so he leaned a bit forward and jumped on the elevator, with both of this hands the entrance with his eyes closed.
It went quite...
Him being crouched on the floor with his hands still on the elevator door, he slowly opened his eyes to see that the white brick wall was all the way in the back.
He looked around to see the elevator button, and with no hesitation, he pressed the button, got up from the floor, and fixed himself a bit. Looking directly at the door, patiently waiting, feet tapping on the floor, sighing in impactions, he looked around and saw the vase with a landscape he couldn't identify, it looked home made like the kind of vasee you'd make in art class when you were younger.
He got close enough and carefully traced over it, feeling how smooth and soft it was, until he turned it around and saw cursive similar to his own, that wrote.
"Put the flower in"
Written multiple times behind the vase, and after scanning that, he looks down at the stool and also sees scratches, most likely done with a knife, but this time, it wrote.
"Blow away" all over the stool legs.
"Blow away?" He mouthed with his fingers gliding up and down the stool leg.
Before he could analyze it anymore, the elevator finally arrived. Without any hesitation, as soon as the doors opened, he rushed and pressed the number (3).
As soon as the elevator doors closed and the atmosphere in the elevator changed, its colors from the usual bright ceiling color turned into a calming ocean blue.
As soon as he felt the elevator moving down, he closed his eyes, and coming from the top corners, he felt a water like liquid touching lightly spraying on his face. He began to glide down, hitting the floor with his eyes still closed.
He began to dream
He looked around and the only thing he saw was long field grass basically reaching his hips and Infront he see's a black static figure with hair waving around in the wind, it gave him an irry feel, even though he can't visually see it's eyes but he knows it's looking back at him. He put his hand out as if to offer it a hand, and it did the same thing back. When trying to say something, he realized he couldn't speak, and every noise he made was incomprehensible. He just began to slowly walk towards it, and the more and more he gets closer the more, the only noise he hears is humming of a tune.
Ignoring the noise as soon as he gets there and noticed that the figure was in some kind of quicksand in the slight middle of it, he rapidly looked back and forth trying to find something something to pull him out but the only thing he could see was the waist high grass. So he began to look on the ground for some kind of stick, and he jestered to the figure that he'll be back.
Trying to find a stick that was long enough for it to hold but also making gaps or bending the grass so he could still have an eye on the figure so it doesn't drown. It felt like almost 20 mins trying to find a stick long enough to get it out of the quicksand. Practically crawling on his knees, looking back, he sees that the only thing sticking out was its head and right hand. He stood up quickly, slightly tripping in the way. He was at the edge of the quicksand.
He had an idea but was hesitant to try it out, but this was the only way to do it. He rolled up his sleeves until his elbows. He then leaned down, trying to reach for the figure's hand, and when he pulled, he realized how deep it was. So he used 2 hands to get it out, but it still didn't work. He then decided on something that might not end well.
He bent down, slightly shifting his body so he could get closer to the figure. Butting his hands underneath what seem to be the figure's armpits,, he pulled and saw that it was slightly getting up, so he realized that the more he pulled him up, the more that song was getting louder. He realized that there was something beneath him that might lead him somewhere. He kept doing that until he got tired and saw that now the figure was up until the waist. Since his tired and couldn't even catch his breath, he signaled the figure to try and move, but it just shook his head and pointed his finger to the quicksand, knowing what he was talking about. All he could do was just sit down criss cross, simply staring at each other, he saw that the figure was going to put his hands down but he stopped it from doing so by slightly grabbing it by it's shoulders. And when he did that, a loud noise came on, it was that same song but this time it was clearer to him.
It was the song that was playing in the background when he was proposing to you.
'She's down there'
He immediately continued pulling the figure by it's shoulders but he thought of something better. He stood up and got even closer to the figure, to the point the tip of his feet were basically submerged in the quicksand. But he didn't care. What matters is that he gets the figure out of the quicksand. Held it by pulling him upwards via his armpits. Once he pulled and pulled with all the energy he had left, he heard a *pop* sound just like that. He got out and is now on the floor slightly shivering. With Arthur being reliefed and kinda glad that the hard work is over, but now he has other problems to worry about, now he was the one trapped and the hole that the figure got out of was closed, now all that hard work and effort he put to get someone out and now he was in they're situation but far worst.
He turned around and saw the figure standing, looking down at him, from having jet black eyes, to now staring at him with realistic soulless eyes. Instead of the background being sky blue now, it was setting down with the surroundings going dark, and the only form of light was the sun setting behind it.
It kneeled down, not breaking eye contact, Arthur could feel himself sinking further down. The figure moved its almost malnutriched hands on his face, and Arthur felt the pressure on his hand, pushing him lower to the quicksand. Arthur was panicking but couldn't move, or it would get worse.
As soon as the only part of him showing was his face, Arthur's heart just kept pounding faster and faster by the second but as soon as he felt his two ears being submerged, he screamed what could be his last words.
"WAIT, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!!"
The figure leans closer, where he removes the hand from his face. It put its hands behind Arthur's ears, lifting him up until his ears showed. Leaning to his ear, removing some of the quicksand in the process, speaking in a deep eery voice.
"Our engineer had a different idea,
From people who nearly died but survived,
Feeling no fear of leaving their bodies here,
And went to a room that was soon full of visitors"
After that just by the touch of a finger, he descends to the quicksand and thinking that at any time he will stop breathing until he realized how fast he was moving down and before he knew it he landed on the concrete floor.
He instantly started aching on his bottom legs, ass and back, groaning, he opens his eyes and sees the place the fell from was a regular ceiling but not just any ceiling but the exact ceiling in the apartment.
He began looking around and realized he was in front of the elevator door and based on the number that was written on the wall.
"Floor -0, I made it, I made it!"
He starts running but sloppily since his body still hurts from that fall, so while running the only thing on his mind is "third door to my left" repeatedly. Until he stopped in his tracks and finally was in front of the door, a lot was going through his mind, but he didn't care as long as Y/n was there. Dead or alive, he brings her to his arms.
He simply turned the knob and the door opened, the first thing he noticed that the room was blue and on the walls had these wave on them, like an underground aquarium, also that is was quite a big janitor room and lastly that someone put a towel behind of the back of the door, so no one could see what was going on.
After noticing the little details, the obvious elephant in the room, the big tube horizontally with a towel covering what's under it. Arthur slowly got closer to the tube, with his two fingers, snatch the towel.
And there she was
Y/n
After having to find her for what feels like days, he began to cry, leaning onto the glass, close to her face, caressing the glass as if it were her face. She was in a tube filled with water, with some kind of head device that's plugged into something, and the only thing keeping her breathing is a breathing tube that enters her nose.
"Y/n!, Y/n! I'm going to get you out of here, baby. I'm so sorry, I swear I'm not lm not leaving here without you, " he says with a muffled voice from all the crying.
He tries to open with his hands, but the steel is too hard and too heavy for him. The closest thing is he , so he looks around, and the only thing he can find is a broom. He aggressively grabbed it by the handle but why doing so he knocked something down, and when he was to see what he knocked down, he noticed a screen, the screen showcased Y/n and Arthur on a beautiful beach, dancing with a sundress on with beautiful flowers growing in the sand and water. While he heard a humming tone, sounding like "here comes the bride" the video looked like it was filmed with a 90s esque camera, and when she came closer to the camera, it turned to show that it was Arthur with peel (ur cat) loafing on his head.
The sight of it made Arthur chuckle until he saw a little hand softly touch his face, and before he could run conclusions, he saw a baby with pigtails and the most beautiful smile ever. She has her mother's eyes and nose, with her father's ears and lip shape.
Arthur simple watched the screen with his eyes watering again but instead of it being a cry of sadness, the contrary, he was crying of joy thinking this could be the life he could have with Y/n...
He turned around, noticing the cable of the screen goes to Y/n's brain, getting closer and looking at her and seeing her hypnotizing smile.
Even when she's dreaming, her smile catches his heart and even makes a gesture with his hand touching his heart.
When he felt it, he felt a weird thing was Infront of his heart, he put his hand under his shirt to find out what it was, and when he pulled it out he realized that it was The prom flower, and it was somehow in miraculous shape, he realizes the shape of the lock. He gently adjusted the stem and placed it inside, and just like that, the tube opened, and he could finally see her face to face. Removing the headpiece from her head and carefully carrying her bridal style before leaving, he grabbed a towel.
Walking out of the janitor room, he put the towel on top of a chair so it didn't get wet. He placed her two arms on the resting stool.
He is literally inches away from her face, staring at her for a good minute. After he broke eye contact with her closed eyelids, he put both his hands on the side of her face with his forehead touching her chin, closing his eyes.
He had nothing on his mind, but Y/n, will she wake up? Will she be like this forever?
And just as he thought of that, he felt a hand on the back of his head stroking it and just like that a once sunken heart, came alive again, when he saw Y/n's face smiling.
He stared at her with confusion, but that confusion quickly turned into joy and happiness, with him hugging you and kissing all over your face.
"Y/n, you don't know how much I miss you, I almost lost you!!" Before she could even say something, he heard a very familiar song play in the background.
*Je ne regrette rien*
And just like that, he awakens and is sitting in a chair and doesn't take that much time to analyze that he was in his apartment. He was extremely confused.
"No, way this whole time I was still in new yor-" Before he could finish his sentence, he felt warm hands covering his eyes.
"Guess whoo?" Before she could unmask him, he turned enough to put his hands on her waist and kiss her all over, causing Y/n to drop her hands.
"Soo, you were the psycho behind this?"
"Well, technically no, Eames knew it was our vacation and that you would probably be busy, so for a lil gift and idea, he gave me the dream do hicky to "teach you a leason" "
"Oh gosh..., you're more than a psychopath, " he says jokingly, tackling you to the ground while there was laughter in the air.
But when the laughter calmed down, they both stared at each other in silence.
"Y/n, I'm genuinely sorry I'm not always with you cause of work, you know how much I'm dedicated to this job but you will always be my dedication and my future"
They look at each other, leaning in where they both gave each other a nice warm kiss.
Y/n broke it off, giving the most adorable smile. You thought she stole from a kid.
"I did plan to go on vacation with you and peel," she says with her cheesing smile on.
"Yeah, before that, im gonna have to give Eames an ass beating for that nightmare"
âĄTHE ENDâĄ
I truly hope u guys enjoy, I had to put my legs, arms, and my vision, trying to write this every morning going to school, so see yall later
summary: The reader works as an artist who has never had a breakthrough until she decides to paint Robert.
warnings: this is a kinda cute and funny story so⊠no warnings :)
word count: 2500+
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The air was warm as Robert turned into the familiar driveway. It was late October in Sydney, summer was just around the corner and the driveway was full of flowers and other plants. Today was Sunday, one of the few days he had to himself and his friends. During the week, he worked from early morning until late at night, as befits the future CEO of a multi-million dollar empire. Before he had even rung the bell, the door opened and a woman with shoulder-length brown hair pulled him into her arms. "Robert, how nice of you to come. We haven't seen each other in at least two months."
He laughed a little and patted his best friend on the shoulder. "I've had a lot on my mind, I'm sorry, Rebecca." Robert had known her since they were children. They had gone to kindergarten together and Rebecca was two years younger than him. All the friendships of his childhood, youth and university days had not lasted because many people thought he was arrogant, but Rebecca had always been there for him. As a child, as a teenager, as a student, at his wedding... and also at his divorce three years ago.
"How is your father, Robbie?" she wanted to know. Suddenly the smile on his face faded. "It doesn't look so good. He'll probably have to go back into hospital next month for a surgery." Rebecca looked at him compassionately and nodded silently as she took his jacket. "I'm so sorry."
I'm glad I can at least visit you," he quickly changed the subject.
"I'm glad too, Robbie," she said with a bright smile again.
"YN is also here, I hope you don't mind."
"No Becca, thatâs cool," Robert said, following her into the living room.
YN was Rebecca's younger sister and Robert quite liked her. She was one of those people who believed in destiny, the supernatural, spiritual things and tarot cards, which Robert didn't think much of. But she had always been very warm and kind to him and Robert was sure that there wasn't a single bad bone in this woman's body. She was just the way she was. As far as Robert knew, she worked full time in a perfumery and in her free time as an artist, but she remained rather unsuccessful. Her face immediately lit up when she saw him and gave him a friendly wave. She was wearing a pink dress, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, gold earrings and red lipstick. She was really pretty.
"Robert, how nice to see you! I brought some cupcakes, would you like one? They're homemade." She held out a bowl of pink muffins with strawberries and sprinkles to him. Robert gratefully took one and sat down on the couch next to the two women.
"Itâs really good," Robert praised YN's baking skills after taking a bite.
"Thank you, Robert. I baked them at 3 o'clock in the night because I couldn't sleep... It was another full moon. And my moon calender says that I should concentrate more on housework now, especially cooking and bakingâ.
He tried to hide his surprised expression and took another bite. Rebecca didn't seem confused by the explanation, she knew her sister well enough. Finally, YN slowly bent down towards them. "And do you know what my horoscope said?" Robert and Rebecca shook their heads.
"That I'm going to have my breakthrough this month," she finally said excitedly.
"You mean with your art?" Rebecca wanted to know.
"Yes! I'm going to have a huge success. But I don't know what motif to choose." YN picked at her dress thoughtfully. "A portrait or a landscape... I'm not sure. I need a subject to practise on first. Just to get back into it. I haven't painted for months.
"You've painted me so many times," Rebecca said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "How about you painting Robert?"
YN's face lit up at the words. "That's a wonderful idea! Robert, you have such a beautiful face... Like an angel!"
Robert almost choked on his cupcake. "Please what?"
"Oh come on Robbie, she just wants to practise," Rebecca interjected.
Sighing, he looked into YN's bright eyes and shrugged. "Yes, why not..."
YN cheered immediately and hugged Robert happily. "But I can't sit still for hours," Robert replied quickly.
"You don't have to do that," YN said. "You can come with me to my studio, I'll draw the outlines and a sketch, then I'll take a photo of you to paint the details later. If you like and have the time, we can start right away. It would mean so much to me, Robert, really!" He smiled and nodded again. He just couldn't look away from YN's eyes.
***
"Nice studio," Robert said, breaking the awkward silence. He looked around curiously. YN's studio was a bright room with large windows letting in the daylight. There were easels full of canvases and tubes of paint everywhere and the smell of fresh paint was in the air.
"Robert, I told you not to move," laughed YN, who sat behind a canvas. The two had left for YN's that afternoon. Now the sun was already setting outside and Robert felt as if he had been sitting on the floor in front of her for ages.
"I'll be done with the outlines in a minute."
"Good, because my butt is already hurting," Robert grumbled.
A short moment later, YN put the brush down, clapped her hands and grabbed a camera lying on a chair next to her. "Well, I'm done for today. Let's take the photo quickly."
Robert moved back into position and looked a little tiredly at the camera. A few seconds after YN had taken the picture, he collapsed. "My God, this is more exhausting than I thought."
YN laughed. "I believe you. I've been a model too."
"Can I have a look?" Robert asked curiously, sitting up with a groan.
"Sure, come here." YN turned the canvas a little.
"Oh, this is definitely... Art." If Robert was honest, he couldn't really make out much on the canvas. It looked more like a wild doodle of a man who, with a lot of imagination, could look like him. And for this he had been sitting in an uncomfortable position on the cold floor?
"I'll start working on the details tomorrow. I'll let you know when it's ready."
Robert forced a friendly smile, YN pulled him into a tight hug to say goodbye and he left the house, a little disappointed.
Days and weeks passed without Robert hearing a word from YN. He didn't know how far she'd got with the painting, or if she'd even thrown it away. But then, one Saturday evening, she finally called him to say that she had finished the painting and that he could come and see it tomorrow. Of course Robert couldn't resist the opportunity, as he was actually quite curious to see how the painting would look now, although he had little hope that it would be any better than the last time.
He finally arrived at YN's door at 10am the next morning. She immediately greeted him friendly and offered him a cup of tea, which Robert gratefully accepted.
"Nice of you to come," she said and excitedly pulled him by the sleeve into her studio. "Close your eyes."
Robert did as she asked, although he was a little confused by her instructions. YN carefully led him to the easel in the middle of the room.
"And open your eyes."
Robert looked curiously at the painting in front of him, but then his jaw dropped and he couldn't get a word out.
"I've thrown away the old painting and made a new one. Isn't it gorgeous?"
He couldn't believe his eyes. The painting was insanely beautiful. It must have taken an eternity to work out all the details. He'd never seen so much care in YN's work, who usually painted in a rather chaotic way. Every single strand of Robert's dark hair was painted perfectly and precisely, and you could almost count every single eyelash. But most striking of all were the eyes, which stood out ethereally from the rest of the rather dark picture.
"It's so beautiful," he marvelled, running his finger carefully over the dry canvas. "But why am I wearing a sheer white shirt? I wore a normal black shirt that day. And my eyes look almost inhuman."
"Artistic freedom," YN quickly replied. "I wanted you to look a bit ethereal in the painting."
Robert nodded slowly with a raised eyebrow, then smiled again. "Itâs still so beautiful."
"You can have it if you want," YN offered.
He shook his head immediately. "No, no, keep it. It must have been so time-consuming that I don't want to take it away from you. I'm sure it's better off in your studio than in my house. But... promise me you won't sell it, okay?"
She nodded quickly and looked Robert straight in the eye. "No, I won't. I've made another artwork that I'm going to submit to the art competition."
Robert looked at her, confused. "To what?"
"Oh, I haven't told you yet. The art museum is running a competition this month. If I win, my painting will be on display there, isn't that great? Mrs Buchanan from the museum is coming to see the painting tomorrow. She's a good friend of my aunt's."
"That's great. Then I'll be rooting for you to win!"
Eventhough Robert had recently doubted YN's talent, he'd wished her all the best, especially now that he'd seen the beautiful portrait.
"And here it is," she joyfully pulled a cloth from a easel beside her.
"Oh, um... what is it exactly?" Robert asked, a little embarrassed as he couldn't make out more than a few patches of dark green on a grey background.
"The painting is called 'The Fog Forest'. The theme of the competition is 'Between reality and fiction: a journey into imagination'," explained YN. "The green stands for the trees of the forest and the grey is the fog and shadows, where you can easily get lost and dream.
"Oh, um, very nice." Robert forced a smile. "I'm sure Mrs Buchanan will recognise it immediately, also the deeper meaning, unlike me. You know I don't know much about art."
"I know that, Robert. But it's so kind of you to support me," she said softly, taking his hand and squeezing it gently.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go now, I have another appointment. Busy schedule as a future CEO... you know," he replied quickly, then looked at her pretty face and felt his heart beating in his chest.
***
"Becc, when I tell you! I've never seen such a beautiful painting." It was just after half past seven the next evening and Robert was glad to be off work. He stood in his kitchen, his phone wedged between his shoulder and ear as he chopped vegetables into small cubes.
"Are you sure, Robert? I've known YN long enough and she's never painted anything else than a few dots and lines," Rebecca's voice came over the loudspeaker. Robert thoughtfully placed the pieces of vegetable in a pot.
"I've seen it with my own eyes. Maybe she was possessed by the ghost of Leonardo Davinci that night or something." At this moment Robert's doorbell rang. "I have to hang up, Becc, I'm sorry. I'll call you tomorrow again." Confused, Robert wiped his hands on a towel and hurried to the front door. Who the hell was that? As he opened the front door, he saw a familiar face and also an unfamiliar one. In front of him stood YN, as always in one of her summer dresses and her big earrings, and next to her a tall, slim older lady with a tight bun and a blazer, looking at him curiously.
"Hey YN... what are you doing here? And who are you?" Robert wanted to know, frowning in confusion.
"Oh, it's him! I recognise him," the unknown lady said excitedly as she looked at him more closely.
YN tapped nervously with one foot and took a deep breath. "Robert, this is Mrs Buchanan from the art museum, she wants to have you."
"Wait, what? She wants to have me?" Robert laughed confused.
"Not you. The painting of you." The lady quickly clarified. "It's really gorgeous. What a work of art. It perfectly reflects our theme for this month. Between reality and fiction... Almost like a modern version of the Dorian Gray's portrait," she enthused.
Robert's jaw dropped and he looked at YN, stunned. "But... but you submitted a completely different painting to the competition. The one with the forest."
"Oh, please, sir, you couldn't even see any trees, forest or anything in the picture," she replied sharply, and Robert didn't miss YN's sad face. "I saw this masterpiece in the corner of her studio and asked her if she wanted to submit this instead of that⊠Fog-Forest... thing."
"This is not possible, Iâm sorry," Robert replied firmly.
"Why not?" Mrs Buchanan asked.
"I am a serious businessman, madam, about to take over a company worth millions. What would my employees and clients think of me if they saw the painting of me as anâŠanâŠethereal creature? I have to maintain a certain respectability." Robert bit his lower lip as soon as he said these words. He realised that this was YN's last chance and that she might have to give up her dream of becoming a painter.
"It's okay, Robertâ, YN said quietly. "I understand." Forcing a smile, she turned around together with Mrs Buchanan.
For Robert, the world seemed to stand still at that moment. He didn't want YN's dream to be shattered like his own. He had always aspired to become a professional musician and study music, but his father had always stopped him because he wanted him to take over the company one day. Even though Robert didn't even think he was the right person for this huge job.
"Wait, YN." The echo of his voice sounded down the driveway, the two women, who were about to get back into the car, immediately turned around.
"Letâs do this, YN."
****
"A glass of champagne, sir?" asked an elegantly dressed lady next to him, balancing a small tray in front of her.
"No, thank you, madam. I don't drink alcohol at the moment," Robert declined her offer in a friendly voice.
"And for our winner? On the house, of course," she asked YN, who was standing next to him. She gratefully accepted a glass. The exhibition was in full swing. Many different artists were exhibiting that day, but no artwork attracted as many glances as YN's. Rebecca joined them and patted her sister on the shoulder. "I looked at it again, it really is amazing. How did you do that?"
"I don't even know it myself. It's as if my hands painted it themselves," YN replied, taking a sip from her glass.
"Nothing," Rebecca replied quickly, pointing to the glass in her sister's hand. "Hey, where did you get the champagne?" she wanted to know.
"From that lady over there," YN replied with a grin and immediately Rebecca was gone in the crowd.
"I'm so sorry," Robert said quietly. "For what?" she wanted to know in surprise.
"For underestimating you... You and your art... Youâre such a wonderful, strong and unique woman."
YN bit her lip and Robert felt that she was about to cry. "Thank you, Robert." They remained silent as they watched the visitors pass by the artworks.
"So my horoscope was right after all," YN told Robert. "I really had my breakthrough. Do you believe in them now?" she wanted to know.
"Maybe," Robert replied thoughtfully.
"Do you know what else he said besides success?", she asked him.
Robert shook his head and smiled curiously.
"That I will also find love this month," she said quietly, putting her glass down on a small table beside her. "Maybe it was the love I felt for you when I painted that picture that made it so beautiful. Maybe that was the reason for all the success.â
Robert looked into her eyes and gently stroked her soft hair. Finally, he slowly pulled her into his arms and their lips met in a soft kiss.
WARNINGS: shooting, guns, bad grammar otherwise none
CONTAINS: fluff
SONG: Out of My League - Fitz and The Tantrums
MOVIE: Inception 2010
gif is not mine
You were in a car with Cobb, Arthur, Saito and Eames following one taxi driver. Cobb bumped into him and stopped the car. You saw angry taxi driver step out of his car and mumbled swears on Cobb. But Cobb pointed a gun at him. The taxi driver turned pale and closed his mouth.
âWalk away.â Cobb said with a gun in his hand. Arthur and Saito ran out of the car to get in the stolen taxi. You with Eames were getting ready to go out too. When you saw Fischer got into the taxi you opened door and with Eames you ran to them.
Fischer was telling Arthur adress where he wanted to go when Eamas opened the door. Eamas hold the door for you and you quickly got in. It was raining a lot so you didn't want to get any wetter than you already were.
 Fischer turned to look who opened the door and when he saw you he froze. You were absolutely beautiful. He never saw prettier girl than you.
He quickly shake his daze off when he saw Eamas. âWhat are you doing?â Fischer asked no one particular. You looked at him with a little smirk on you face and he blushed a little. His blush was light but you still could see it.
âWe are sorry, we thought it was free.â Eamas answered. Fischer looked surprised. He was little speechless at this time. But he quickly again shook it off. âNo, itâs not.â Fischer said with a hint of anger in his voice.Â
You giggle a little bit and it seemed to catch his attention. He give you a quick little smile.
âMaybe we could share.â Eames suggested while he raised his eyebrows. Fischer frowned. That was ridiculous. How dare he said something like that. Fischer thought.Â
Fischer turned to Arthur. âCan you pull over to get this-â He didnât even finish the sentence when Saito pointed a gun at him.
Fischer let out a loud sigh and leaned back against the seat. You and Eamas looked at him with grins on your faces.Â
Meanwhile Cobb picked up Ariadne. They were right behind us when a big black train rammed into them.Â
You heard a loud blow but Fischer started talking. âItâs 500 dollars in there, the wallet worth more than that. At least drop me where I want.â Fischer said while putting the wallet on your lap.
âIâm afraid that-â Eamas couldnât finished because Arthur stopped the taxi.
You could felt how Fischer let his hand on your thigh little longer. But you were more interested in the car which stopped in front of you. You saw two man got out with guns. Arthur tried backed but there was another car with some man with guns in it.
âCover him!â Arthur yelled on you. You put a piece of rag on Fischerâs head and pull him into you. More precisely into your belly. He was right in the middle. He was glad you couldnât see him because he was red like tomato.
Those mens started shooting on the taxi. And they didnât miss. They shot out the entire rear window. Arthur stepped on the gas and drove into the grey car in front of him.Â
Eamas turn to those mens behind us and start shooting back at them. You pulled Fischer more into you and put your arms around him tight.Â
Arthur was driving like a crazy to get us out of there. Saito looked out the window and starts shooting too. He shot one guy and he fell on the floor. Arthur backed up again wile four mens where coming to us. We were surrounded.
One guy shot through front window. Luckily he missed Arthurâs head. Arthur quickly shot one guy and start driving again. Fischer put his arms around your waist and he snuggled up to you. You cover him with your body.
Suddenly Cobb bumped into one men with his own stolen car. You pull out your gun and started shooting too. Arthur backed into one of the armed guys. But he didnât kill him. He wanted to shot you to back of your head.
âTake him down!â Arthur yelled on Eamas. Eamas quickly shoot the guy and covered himself. âThanks.â you said to him. Eamas nod as a sign that he heard you. Arthur could finally leave. âYou alright guys?â Arthur asked. You looked up on Arthur and you nod at him. Fischer was still curled up in your arms.
âI- Yeah, yeah Iâm okay.â Eamas answered. Arthur turn on Saito who was sitting next to him. âSaito?â Arthur asked. This time the question was aimed at Saito.Â
But when Arthur looked at Saito he could see that Saito get shoot. He get the shot into his left shoulder.Â
Arthur was right after Cobbâs car and he stopped in some street.Â
Eamas ran out the car to open big white gate. You drive in. âGet Fischer to the back room now!â Cobb shout at you. You grab Fischer who was still wearing the piece of rag on his head and take him out. You found the back room, got in quickly and closed the door.
You put Fischer down on the floor and sat in front of him. You took off the rag from his head and checked him out. âAre you okay, they didnât shoot you right?â you started look on his face, arms, chest and legs. You never know.Â
He raised his head and look at you. He had the most beautiful eyes you ever saw. He had messy wet hair from the commotion.
He was still shaking a little so you stroked his hand quickly. âIâm okay.â he answered to you. You gave him little smile when you start standing up. You were almost at the door when you heard him speak again. âThank you.â he mumbled. You turn to look at him actually little surprised. âYouâre welcome.â you answered.
You left the room and he sigh. Maybe his kidnappers werenât that bad. No he thought it wrong, you werenât that bad. Those other people who were with you were bad but you are absolutely perfect!
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summary - after the death of his father, robert realizes life is short and decides nowâs the time to make his move on you. however, miscommunications erupt and leave you both feeling hurt.
word count -Â 10k
warnings - smut (18+), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, drinking of alcohol before sexy times (idk if thereâs a specific name for this but thought iâd mention it just in case), robert gets a little mean (not for long) and it actually kind of hurt to write
authorâs note - um so i wrote this a while ago and barely went back through to edit, so donât burn me at the stake. itâs also the first time iâve written smut in like, forever, so donât come for me lmao
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Robert Fischer, son of a multi-millionaire. Robert Fischer, tired and uncomfortable after his long flight from Sydney to LA. Robert Fischer, already tired of hearing condolences. His fatherâs death, while expected, was shocking, and Robert didnât particularly feel like hearing from people who didnât know him give their sorrows to him through their grinning perfectly white teeth.
He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he waited for his luggage at baggage claim. He couldnât wait to get out of the stuffy airport and take the longest nap heâs ever had. He wanted to sleep, but knew thatâs probably unlikely seeing as arrangements for his fatherâs funeral will need to be run through him, as well as any company matters. His uncle Peter should contact him shortly, as he had told Robert he would have to take care of some things before Robert came back into town. He glanced down at his phone. Now that he was off of the plane he was sure to receive at least a dozen messages, emails, any way of contacting him, he probably had a message on it.
Finally he recognized his suitcase and duffle bag. He shouldered the duffle bag and grabbed the rolling suitcase, finally ready to hopefully have the silent driver. He was not excited for more human interaction, he thought as he handed his passport to the man working TSA.
At least, he thought he wasnât excited to talk to anyone until he looked up and saw you standing, waiting for him. Your nose was in your day planner that you always carried with you, standing next to the driver who held a sign that said âFischerâ. He took a deep breath, his nerves acting up as he saw your pretty face scrunched in concentration. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, relieved to see you, perhaps the only person he wished to see in the whole world.
You finally looked up at him, and a small smile settled on your lips as you saw him. Butterflies erupted in his stomach and he suddenly felt like he was sweating. The corners of his mouth twitched up as he approached you. Luckily, the driver was silent as he grabbed Robertâs luggage from him. He wanted to throw his arms around you, but held back.
âI hope you had a good flight, Mr. Fischer.â Right, you were just his secretary.
âAs good as any ten hour flight can be.â He said, raising his eyebrows with a certain sass that he hadnât meant to convey, at least, not to you. The driver began to lead the two of you to the car parked outside.
âI apologize for intruding on your drive back, Mr. Fischer-â God, he hated when you called him that. â-But I needed to go over some things with you.â He nodded. He wished you were on every drive.
âOf course.â He tried not to hope it was because you secretly wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see you.
The two of you stepped into the sunlight and he felt like the air left his lungs. You had a perfect halo surrounding you, confirming his suspicions that you must be some sort of angel. His angel. He hoped his desperation to hold you close to him didnât show, he had mastered the art of stoicism for a reason, but he always worried that you would be the one to crack it.
The driver went around the back of the car to load the luggage in, and you began to reach for the handle of the back of the sedan. You were seconds away from pulling on it with your well manicured hand, but he rushed forward, popping open the door easily and holding it open for you. He gestured for you to go in first, and you smiled and shook your head, gripping your day planner tightly as you crawled in first. He tried to hide his smile but it was no use, not when it was you making him smile.
As the two of you settled in the back, Robert slid the divider between the driver and the two of you up. Your day planner sat in your lap, and he noticed from your neatly crossed off notes that you had done quite a lot that day, even without him. He felt a sudden guilt, he hadnât done anything other than board a flight that day. True, it had been a grueling and long flight, but still, not difficult compared to what you had done for the day. His guilt melted away as he looked up at your smile.
âYou know, I should be opening the door for you. You are my boss.â You raised an eyebrow at him. He found that only your sass and sarcasm could match his. He loved it.
âWell, I believe the saying is âladies firstâ, right?â He said with a soft smile. You let out a laugh at his remark. He smiled wider at your reaction, but you donât seem to notice, lost in the humor.
âAt least chivalryâs not completely dead.â You smiled, and he couldnât help but grin at you, showing his teeth. It was rare that you saw him so joyful, but you saw it more often than anyone else, of that he was certain. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, and your smile faded. He wondered with anxiety if he had said something wrong, or if there was something in his teeth. If he had known you were going to be at the airport-
âMr. Fischer.â You bit your lip, looking hesitant. He gulped the lump in his throat, or he at least tried to. âIâm sorry about your father.â He deflated a little at the mention of his father, at the subject of his death ruining his moment with you. Even beyond the grave his father messed with his life. âI know youâre tired of hearing it already, and it would be rude of me not to say anything, so there, I wonât mention it again.â His heart leapt at your words and his lips parted in surprise.
âThank you.â He said, and this time, unlike every other hundreds of interactions heâs already had just like this, he genuinely meant it. He wondered how you knew he was tired of it. He was sure he gave no indication. Maybe you really did just know him better than anyone else. In fact, after meetings with his father, you would be there right afterwards, ready with his favorite coffee and a warm pastry from down the street at the small bakery that he knows you love. Every. Single. Meeting. Sometimes they happened more than twice a week, but you always seemed to pick up on his sour moods afterwards, and you always went out of your way to cheer him up. You often drew a smiley face on the lid of his cup. He tried paying you back for it, but you always said it was on you and denied any payback.
The silence fell back over the two of you like a fuzzy blanket, and Robert swore, watching you write something new down in your planner, that he had never loved anyone as much as you. His heart skipped a beat thinking of your pleasantries. The pastries and coffee were thoughtful. You always greeted him in the morning or before you left, and you never minded staying late to help, even when he insisted you go. You were kind to him. He wondered if it was all pity, if it would stop now that his father was gone. Robert had never been religious, but he prayed to every god that you wouldnât stop. He wasnât sure what he would do without your cute smiley faces on his coffee.
Shifting in the leather seat of the sedan, you tried to busy yourself with your planner, trying your best to look busy. It was never easy telling someone you were sorry for their loss, even worse when itâs your boss, you have a slight crush on him, and you know his relationship with his father was less than ideal.
You were more observant than most, especially when it came to Robert. You tried not to be when you first started working at Fischer Morrow, but itâs always hard to keep your eyes off of important and attractive people, which Robert certainly was. It was disappointing that he was your boss. As handsome as he was, you being in a relationship with your boss was definitely against company policy, granted he would even want to start anything with you.
It was hard not to think about though, hard not to do anything about, either. Your trips to the bakery down the street was one of those instances. From your first couple days at Fischer Morrow you knew the relationship between Robert and his father Maurice was not good. You took notice immediately, how his face was in a permanent frown after the meetings and lasted the rest of the day, how he didnât speak much unless he needed to. He tucked himself away in his office and would busy himself with work. This bothered you greatly. You were his secretary, after all, and while it might not have been in your job description to do it, you couldnât help but want to give him some joy from life, even if it was a small one.
You took notice of the coffees he usually ordered and memorized it, getting a different pastry until you concluded which was his favorite. You knew it was probably a bit weird to memorize his order, but when he returned to his office after meetings and saw the bakery items sitting there, the corners of his mouth would twitch up, and he would stick his head out of his office to thank you, softly. He offered to pay you back every single time, but you brushed it off. Your overtime was certainly enough to keep you buying your boss the coffee, and you truly didnât mind. Seeing him happy, and knowing you were the cause made you happy.
Now, that was the problem with Robert Fischer. It would have been so much easier not to have a crush on him if he was just an attractive man. But he was insistently kind and quite humorous. He wasnât always that way, he knew when to be serious and when he needed to put his foot down, but that only seemed to make him better. It almost made you swoon to think about. Swooning⊠it made you think of the time you spent in his office, three weeks ago.
It had been a long day at the offices. The wolves were closing in on the company, on Robert specifically, knowing that Maurice could go at any minute. It disgusted you, the way they swooped in to collect and try to break Robert down into deals. You knew it was all part of running a major corporation, but you worried for Robert. It was stressful, and he was already stressed enough with his father on his deathbed.
You were the only two left, most of the lights were off, but you sat at your desk, going over the calendar, making sure everything was up-to-date and ready for the next day. Being Robertâs only secretary was an important job, and it had itâs own stressful work, but you thought it was quite rewarding to work for him, which was why you stayed late. You didnât really need overtime, but you wanted to make sure everything ran as smoothly as it could for Robertâs sake.
Seeing that the calendar was updated and everything was ready for tomorrow and the week ahead, you checked the time. It was half past eight. You sighed, but grabbed the documents you needed and strolled to Robertâs office. The door was open and you knocked on the dark wood.
Robert looked up at you, and his eyebrows rose, clearly surprised to see you still there. He also looked quite busy, papers littered his desk, an empty mug of coffee sitting in its place on the coaster. He readjusted in his chair, leaning forward.
âY/n, I thought youâd gone home.â He said. You smiled, shrugging.
âThereâs always work to be done, Mr. Fischer.â
âClearly.â He laughed, looking at his own desk. You liked when he laughed, it made him look younger. âWhat are you working on?â He asked. It wasnât often that he was curious enough to ask, he trusted you to get your work done correctly and on time.
âThe proposal for the meeting tomorrow morning.â You said, gesturing with the papers in your hand. He beckoned you in, and so you did. He stood up to meet you halfway, and you handed him the papers. His fingers brushed gently against yours as he took the documents from you, but you pretended not to feel the electric current that passed through you.
âShit.â He cursed.
âWhat?â You asked.
âI forgot all about it.â He ran his hand through his hair, clearly stressed. âItâs not ready yet.â Your eyes went wide. This was perhaps the most important meeting this week. Your eyes softened as you watched his eyes scan the papers hurriedly, suddenly understanding just how much his fatherâs condition must be stressing him out.
âCome on, Iâll help you put it together.â You said, walking quickly to the door to grab your meeting details.
âY/n,â He stopped you as you got to the door. âYou donât have to stay, I can get my driver to get you home safe.â The papers were forgotten for a moment, his hands at his sides. You smiled.
âNot a chance. Weâll get it done faster if we work together.â With that, you grabbed the file off of your desk and made your way back to his office, where he had started arranging piles of paper on the floor.
The two of you worked, talking about what order things went in or what documents matched what outlines and exhibits. You worked rather well together. You sat on his rug, scanning the words on the paper, but they were starting to blur together. You barely noticed Robert handing you a cup of coffee, you hadnât noticed him brewing any. You accepted gratefully, taking a sip.
âI know itâs not as good as that cafe, but itâll keep us awake.â You felt the buzz of caffeine already.
âNo doubt.â You laughed.
You looked over at him, just a glance, and you could see how tired he was. You were glad you had stayed. He had enough stress on his shoulders as it was, and this proposal wouldâve kept him here all night if you hadnât. In the yellow glow of his lamp, even exhausted, he looked handsome. He certainly was under too much pressure, he worked too much for being so young. You two were close in age, and you couldnât imagine having his job. True, heâd been raised to one day inherit it, but that didnât make it much better.
You wanted to say something to him, something that would help him relieve his stress, but you werenât sure you were the right person for that. You wanted to tell him he was doing his best and that was all that mattered, but in the business world, that mindset could get you eaten alive. All you wanted was to reassure him, and you settled on just helping finish putting the proposal together. That would be the most helpful to him right now.
Finally, the two of you began to clean up. You sighed in relief. The proposal was ready for tomorrow and, looking outside, it was still nighttime at least. You held back a yawn, but failed. Robert seemed to notice, and he dropped the file on his desk. You both looked at the clock. It was nearly eleven.
âCome on, Iâll get my driver to take you home.â His hand hovered on your lower back, and if you werenât so tired your heart would have been jumping out of your chest.
âThanks, Mr. Fischer.â You smiled at him, clearly the coffee only worked so much.
The two of you got down to the parking garage, where the driver was waiting with the keys. The two of you climbed in the backseat, and you told the driver your address, thanking him, before Robert slid the divider up. The two of you sat there, and you had your eyes closed.
âThank you, Y/n.â Robert said softly. You hummed in response, a small smile starting.
âItâs no problem, really.â You told him, opening your eyes to look at him. He looked a bit nervous, his usual confidence gone. Your eyebrows furrowed.
âYou just saved my ass, you know, telling me about the proposal.â He couldnât look at you, instead twiddling his thumbs as he looked down at them, his voice still soft.
âLike I said, itâs no issue. Youâre under a lot of stress, itâs normal to forget things in such situations.â You said, feeling your heart pang in hurt for him.
âSituations. Right.â He scoffed, looking out the window, watching the sky scrapers shrink as you headed out towards the suburbs. âNot everyday you inherit something like this.â You wanted to comfort him, but again, you didnât think it shouldâve been you. You wanted it to be you, though. Damn it, you may not be close but you cared about him, and he was clearly hurting.
âYouâre great you know.â You said, and he nearly got whiplash he turned so fast to face you. âAnd youâre gonna be just fine at this. Youâre just not used to it yet, but you will be. And-and youâre gonna make this company great.â You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, feeling the heat rise in your body, and you prayed that in the darkness he couldnât tell. Robert seemed speechless.
âThank you, Y/n⊠really.â His voice went soft again, and you hoped you said the right things. You nodded, scared that if you spoke it might come out as a squeak.
You looked out the window and noticed familiar houses, knowing you were growing steadily closer to your home, probably only a couple streets away. You suddenly wished more than anything that he would ask you to stay. For what reason, you didnât know. You just didnât want it to be over. He had laughed, he had joked with you⊠He had been vulnerable with you. You just wanted to be in his presence a bit longer.
You tried to push the thought from your mind. It was stupid. You had a stupid crush on your handsome boss and that was it. And, as much as it hurt to admit and think about, it wasnât like he loved you. You werenât his wife, or hell, even his girlfriend. You were his secretary. A cog in the machine that makes Fischer Morrow run. Replaceable.
The car slowed to a stop outside of your small home, and you turned to Robert, thanking him for the ride home and wishing him a goodnight. He told you it was no problem, an echoing of your earlier sentiments, and he said heâd see you the next day. You hopped out of the car and up the steps of your home. You noticed the sedan sat there until you made your way inside before driving off.
You pulled yourself out of the memory. You wouldâve done almost anything to stay in that car a little longer, but here you were, three weeks later. It was different now, you supposed. His father was gone, Robert was going to be burying him. It wasnât exactly an ideal time to cherish your moments together, but you couldnât help it. You loved the small moments you got to have with Robert.
It was all you had to think of him by. It was all you were ever going to have. Robert, even if he knew of your affections for him, would never return it. Why would he? He was a big deal, even if he didnât always act like it, he was important, and you were his lowly secretary. It was a fantasy to imagine he would choose you when he could have models or socialites, or any woman for that matter. It was a fantasy to imagine him confessing his love to you in the rain, but it was just that, a fantasy, and fantasies arenât real.
You capped the pen in your hand and glanced at Robert in the seat next to you, only to find he was already looking at you. Surprised, you saw that his face was relaxed, any hint of stress that had been there earlier was gone. His gaze was soft, raking over your face carefully. You blinked a couple times, not completely unsure this wasnât a dream. The way he looked at you⊠Surely not. You hoped your surprise remained in your head and didnât show on your face.
Robert moved closer, turning more towards you. You held your breath as his hand moved towards you, brushing against your cheek as he moved a strand of hair behind your ear. You could feel the heat rising in your face, embarrassed, you tried to look away to hide it, but Robert moved his hand under your chin, keeping you looking at him. You noticed the pink tinge to his cheeks. You looked at him, the surprise you tried to hold back came through, but he simply looked at you softly. If you didnât know better, youâd say he was looking at you with adoration.
Even more to your surprise, he moved even closer to you, and you could smell his cologne strongly. His scent basked over you, you had never been this close to him before. His breath mingled with yours, his nose barely touching yours as he moved ever closer. Coming to your senses about what must be happening, you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him lightly away from you. His face read disappointment.
âYouâre grieving Mr. Fischer.â You said, looking down at your lap. He was still rather close to you. You heard him sigh.
âNo, I havenât been alone with you in exactly three weeks. I shouldâve walked you to your door, I shouldâve kissed you when I had the chance.â It was now your turn to get whiplash at his words. âIâve been putting this off for too long, and life is too short.â You blinked a couple times at him in shock, unsure how to respond. Was he just saying the right things? Or did he really mean it?
He moved closer to you again, slower this time, and you realized he was letting you move away if you wanted to. You knew that you shouldnât kiss him. He was your boss, there were rules against this, and if HR found out theyâd have an absolute field day with the two of you. But none of that seemed to matter, because Robert Fischer had just told you he shouldâve kissed you weeks ago, and now you needed to know what that was like. Hoping your breath wasnât bad, you leaned forward and your lips met.
The kiss was passionate. His lips were warm and soft as they moved against yours in a perfect rhythm. His hand moved to cup your cheek, gently running his thumb over your soft skin. Your hands found their way to his hair, tangling themselves in his chocolate locks. Fireworks were going off in your stomach, and you were convinced that only air could take you away from him now.
Correct in your assumptions, you both broke away from each other, panting for breath when there was no more air to breathe. You sat there with your foreheads together, both breathing heavily. In that moment you were very glad that the windows are tinted and the divider is up, that the driver couldnât see nor hear you in that moment.
After a few moments of labored breathing, and looking into Robertâs eyes, he spoke.
âCome up to my hotel room.â He breathed quietly. Your chest constricted as your face flushed.
âAre you sure?â You asked him, your cheeks burning.
âYes, I want to spend more time with you.â Your lungs stop working for a moment. What kind of time is he implying? You wondered to yourself if it really matters. Time with Robert, any kind of time, is fine with you.
âOkay.â You smiled, moving to fix his now messy hair, blushing at how your fingers had ruined it, and he laughed lightly as you did.
As the two of you pulled up to Robertâs hotel, he couldnât help but feel absolutely flustered. He had finally made a move on you, and you had denied him at first. Your reasoning was sound, and he wondered if it was possible to love you even more in that moment. After confirming he wasnât acting rebellious with his secretary to get over his grief, you kissed him back. It was better than he couldâve imagined, and he only hoped for the chance to do it again, but he had to show you it was more than just your body. It was you, all of you.
Robert opened the car door to the sidewalk and helped you out of the car. A bell boy appeared out of nowhere, grabbing his luggage from the trunk. Robert signaled for his driver to go park, and the bell boy led the way into the hotel. You and Robert walked up to the front desk, and as he checked in he noticed you attempting to make this look strictly business, writing what he assumed was nonsense down in your planner. He knew you, he knew youâd desperately try to make it look like no funny business was going on, and he wanted to laugh. You were always one to try to keep up appearances.
Him on the other hand, didnât mind. You couldâve thrown your arms around him and kissed him right in the lobby and he wouldnât have cared who saw. He would tell the entire world he loved you, appearances didnât matter now.
As you passed through the halls on his floor to his room, you were writing notes on your notepad. Finally, you arrived at his room, and he keyed in, letting you and the bell boy in first, who dropped off his luggage. Robert tipped the man and the bell boy gave a gracious thank you before leaving the two of you alone.
Robert turned after closing the door and noticed you looking around the room with amazement, a bit of a sparkle in your eyes over how grandeur it is. He suddenly realized that youâve only ever booked his rooms before, youâve never actually been inside one. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him for not giving you a room just like this one. He paused his train of thought. If all goes well and you donât end up quitting your job by the end of the night, he might only have to pay for one room at all. The thought of it had him giddy.
Nearly transfixed by you, he crossed the room and grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of complementary wine. He poured two glasses. He made sure at the front desk that the wine they had put in your room was your favorite. Heâd noticed youâd drink a specific kind at all the work gatherings youâd been forced to attend.
âHere.â He smiled, offering you a glass. You shined your brilliant smile at him, it made him dizzy. You took the glass from him and the two of you sat on the velvet couch.
âSo, do you take all your secretaries up to your hotel suite?â You teased.
âOnly the beautiful ones.â He charmed, and even he knew that was very smooth of him. You laughed, taking a sip of your wine.
âMmm, is that the response you give them when they ask?â You asked, grinning at him.
âHmm, canât think of the last time one was up hereâŠâ He trailed off. Your eyes narrowed playfully at him.
âRight, of course, Mr. Fischer.â He swallowed his wine.
âI donât think you can call me that anymore, Y/n.â He said, cocking an eyebrow at you.
âAnd why not?â You asked, sass dripping from your words.
âI think weâre a little past formalities.â He smirked, and he saw you try to hide your blush, but you failed. You laughed a little.
âYou might be right, Robert.â Now that was better.
The conversation flowed smoothly, from one topic to the next, and somehow the two of you managed to avoid the topic of work, for which he was very grateful. And then you laughed at something he said, and his heart stopped. It wasnât the first time you had laughed at something heâd said, but for some reason it truly sank in this time. Your laugh was the most beautiful thing he may have ever heard.
He watched, listening as you told a story, and he watched the way your smile formed, the way your eyes crinkled just right when you laughed, how you sometimes covered your mouth with your hand. Your cheeks were rosy and your eyes shined. He could look at you forever, he decided. He could spend every moment looking at you, and he would never tire of seeing your smile, or how your eyes lit up. He wanted to leave everything behind, for just a moment, he pictured running away with you to the country side where no one knows him, and spending every day and night with you. He could watch you sleep peacefully and wake up to you the next morning. He could cook you breakfast and you could go for long walks in the sun. The two of you could have a family.
Yes, Robert thought, he loves you. Heâs never loved anyone before, at least, not like this. Heâs never wanted to see someone everyday for the rest of his life. No one has ever made him want to run away from his life, not until you. You were everything. You were beautiful. You were smart, you were funny. He loved you.
You sat cross-legged on Robertâs plush couch, the wine in your glass dwindling slowly. You werenât sure you had ever laughed so much in your entire life. Robert was more humorous than you had realized. You looked up for a moment, surprised to see that the sun was setting. You hadnât realized youâd been sitting talking for so long, youâd met him at the airport at noon, and now, checking the clock on the wall, it was half past seven.
Robert finished his story about his uncle Peter, whom you knew and had met a couple times, and now you would never think of him the same. You laughed as he finished the story of how his uncle had somehow been tricked into buying a dud gift for Robertâs eighth birthday.
As your laugh died out, a silence filled the room, maybe for the first time that evening. It was, again, comfortable. Robert was a gentleman, of course, and he had never once made you feel pressured or uncomfortable. It made your heart swell.
You noticed that he was sitting closer on the couch to you now, and steadily getting closer until he was right next to you. His cologne entered your senses, and you couldnât help but let it overtake you, relaxed into it. You knew you shouldnât be in his suite, as much fun as you were having with him, he was still your boss. Maybe in a different life this would work out, but not the one where youâre his secretary. This was no way to run a business, but you couldnât deny that you loved spending time with him, knowing his stories, knowing his life. You were getting to know him in a personal way, laughing and drinking with him, feeling as comfortable with him as if youâd known him forever.
He took the now empty wine glass from your hand, putting both on the coffee table in front of you. His hand cupped your cheek, and you couldnât help it, it was instinct, you both moved closer, your lips meeting.
This kiss made the one in the car feel like a kindergartnerâs first kiss on the playground. Robert bit into your bottom lip softly, making your lips part. His tongue took charge, battling your own before his ultimately won dominance. He pulled you closer to him, and you felt a burning in your chest. You werenât close enough, not yet.Â
His hands roamed down your body, making sure to feel every part of you as your hands tangled in his hair. Your teeth gnashed together as you both got sloppy, and his hands found their way to your hips. He tugged, trying to pull you closer, and you moved into his lap, straddling him.
In this new position, he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down to your neck. You moaned as he kissed the soft spot of your neck. He nibbled on the spot, and you moaned a little louder. You could feel him growing hard under you, and you were aching for him. His lips lifted from your neck and he tugged gently at your blouse. You looked into his eyes, which were blown out with lust. You nodded at him, and that was all he needed to lift it off of your body, throwing it somewhere in the room. Your lips reconnected, a hungry desire filling both of you. Your breasts pushed up against his chest, and you moved your hips to get closer to him, causing him to groan.
As his tongue continued to explore you and his hands moved down to your ass, you fiddled with his tie, slipping it from around his neck and beginning to work on the buttons on his shirt. As you did, his hands squeezed and massaged your ass, causing you to gasp into his mouth. The two of you managed to get his shirt off, and your hands rested on his chest.
You broke the kiss, grinning at him and grabbing his hand as you stood up, taking him with you. You led him to the bed on the other side of the room, and his eyes watched you with lust. You grinned, you couldnât believe this. If, somehow, this was a dream, it was one you never wished to wake up from. He grinned at you as you laid down in the middle of the bed, beckoning him to you. He slid himself on top of you, slotting himself between your hips.
His lips brushed against yours but they didnât stay there, he trailed down to your chest. You arched your back, allowing him to unclasp your bra. It was then lost in the sea of chaos of the room. His mouth made its way to your breasts, and he took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking it. You arched your back even more into him, moaning as you did. You could feel your core dripping with the need for him. He gave the same amount of attention to your other breast before giving you a cocky grin.Â
He moved lower, lower, lower, until he got to your waist. He began unbuttoning your slacks, and you told him to continue. He threw them somewhere behind him.
âI need you, Robert.â You whined. If possible, the cocky grin got wider.
âDonât you worry angel, Iâve got you.â You started to let out a whine, but he was toying with the waistband of your panties, which were soaked through. âYouâre already so wet for me, gorgeous.â He let out a delicious groan.
He slid them painfully slow down your legs, and you wanted to let out a sound of discontent with this, but he pulled them quickly down the rest of the way and flung them off of the bed. You saw him lick his lips hungrily, and you pushed your hips towards him. He made eye contact with you again before pulling your legs further apart and sticking his face right into your wet pussy. You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from being too loud, but Robertâs hand took it away.
âI want to hear all of the sounds you make, angel.â
That was all he needed to say. He went right back to your pussy, experimentally flicking his tongue at your folds. You whimpered loudly as his tongue continued. Then, he thrusted his tongue into you. You moaned, louder than previously, clutching onto his hair, trying to pull him closer as he ate you. How his tongue was able to get so deep inside of you, you didnât know. He pushed his tongue in and out of you, curling it just right, enough to make you scream in pleasure. His hand came to rub your clit, his other massaging your thigh. You chanted his name like it was the only word you knew. You felt the coil inside of you twist and burn as he wound it tighter and tighter, and you knew this one could be the best youâve ever had.
âR-Robert, Iâm so close-â You moaned, and just as you were about to clench your walls around his tongue, he pulled away. You whined in frustration and pouted at him as he looked up at you, your arousal dripping from his lips as he grinned at you.
âNo, youâre going to come with me inside of you.â Your eyes widened slightly, this was not the Robert you knew, but it was one you could definitely get used to.
âWell then, I guess youâll have to fuck me, Robert.â You said, returning his grin.
âI suppose I will.â
With that, he stood, taking off his belt, and you watched him carefully, ready to see what youâd been missing out on for so long. He dropped his pants and boxers in one go, and your eyes widened as you looked at him.
He was rock-hard. You licked your lips, and he laughed. He slid back on top of you, fitting himself in your hips like they were made for him. Maybe they were.
âNot this time. This is all about you.â He smiled at you adoringly, and your heart stopped. There was no mistaking it this time, he looked at you with adoration.
He pressed his lips to yours, and you feverishly kissed him back. While you did, your guilty mind charged forward with red alarm bells. Robert was your boss. You could get in major trouble for this. Your mind was foggy as his hands roamed your body like it was his, and you couldnât help but moan into his mouth as he did. You knew this was wrong, what if you lost your job? Fischer Morrow was all you had options for, career-wise, and doing this was career suicide.
You could feel Robert was positioned at your entrance, and you broke this kiss hurriedly, your mind still foggy. It wasnât too late to stop, was it? You didnât want it to stop, but you were risking your future.
âWait,â You said, and you saw Robertâs eyebrows furrow. âWe canât, youâre my boss, I could be fired-â You panted. Robert smirked.
âWhoâs going to fire you, Y/n? Iâm your boss.â You blushed at the sudden realization. Robert would have to be the one to fire you. He gave a laugh at your reaction, and instead of saying anything, you nodded, pulling him back closer to you.
With your acknowledgement to go forward, Robert pushed the burning head of his hard cock against your wet pussy, and you hissed as he pushed into you, painfully stretching you more than you had ever been before. He groaned as he pushed further and further in, and your pain turned to pleasure as he pushed further inside of you, slow enough to let you adjust to him as he went. When he was all the way in, he paused.
âYou ready, angel?â He asked, panting as he smoothed your hair.
âYes.â You said, out of breath.
Robert pulled his hips back until only his tip was inside of you, and pushed in. You moaned loudly as he created friction against your walls. He set a fast but sensual pace as his hips snapped to yours. The only sounds you could hear was the two of you moaning and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Your hands returned to their favorite spot, his hair. He ducked down to your neck, kissing and nibbling, but not hard enough to leave marks. He found the sensitive part of your neck again, and the combination of his thrusts and his lips drew an extremely erotic moan from you, you were surprised, you didnât think you could make a sound like that.
You lifted your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. This new position put him at your perfect spot and he hit it with every thrust. Your moans increased in volume, and you knew it was very possible the other suite could hear you, but you didnât care, not when this felt so good.
The coil deep inside of you started to burn and wind up as Robert continued, and your fingers tugged on his hair as it did. Your breathing got heavier.
âR-Robert, Iâm so close.â You moaned. He groaned and continued his thrusts, becoming more erratic as how slowly came undone.
âCome for me, angel, let go.â
At his behest, within moments, the coil burned hot and exploded, and you nearly screamed at the feeling as your orgasm hit you. Your walls squeezed around him and his thrusts got sloppy. He continued through your orgasm, and your body shook and you tugged even harder on his hair as your legs quivered. As you were coming down, Robert gave two more thrusts and you felts his hot seed shoot inside of you, coating your walls. He gave a few more thrusts, and both of you were panting as you looked at each other.
Neither of you spoke, but Robert pecked your lips sweetly and pulled out of you, collapsing on the bed next to you. Both of you laid there, your chests rapidly rising and falling as you caught your breath. Robert looked peaceful, his eyes were closed and there were no hard lines on his face.
You pulled the sheet up to your chest, thinking about how it was the best orgasm youâd ever had. If he could do that good with so little foreplay, you wondered, what else could he do? You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, his breathing had slowed. Was he asleep? You bit your lip, was this a one time thing? How awkward would this be at the office? Maybe it was time to go.
You began to move away, pulling the sheet off of you, but Robertâs warm arms wrapped around you, pulling you back in. You let him pull you in close to him, and he nestled himself right behind you. He was warm and comfortable, and you felt safe in his arms.
âStay with me.â He muttered. You smiled to yourself, trying to control the way your heart raced at his words. You settled yourself in his arms, and soon enough, you were asleep.
Itâs been days since Robert saw you last. After the two of you woke the next morning in his hotel suite, he gave you the next couple of days off, paid, of course. You had tried to argue, but he told you he needed time for his fatherâs funeral, and you cracked and agreed.
Fischer Morrow was still going, of course, it never stopped. That Saturday, however, the day of the funeral, Robert made sure every single worker had the day off. No overtime allowed. The work-alcoholics didnât particularly enjoy this, but Robert knew everybody needed a break from the stress that had befallen the company with his fatherâs passing.
Robert wished he couldâve brought you to the funeral. He needed you, needed to hold your hand. It was difficult. It was a private funeral, and thatâs how Robert wanted it. Close family and friends only. Robert gave his eulogy, and while he didnât cry, he was very upset about it. It was his father after all. He wondered if he wouldâve cried if you couldâve been there to support him, smile gently at him and encourage him. Perhaps you wouldâve made him feel less empty.
Robert had let his driver have the weekend as well. He needed to be alone driving to and from the funeral, that much he knew. As much as he had grown up with drivers all his life, it didnât feel right on this day. Nothing much seemed right, only thoughts of you were enough to pull him out of his dreary thoughts.
He couldnât help but think of you in the hotel. He had thought your laugh was the most beautiful thing heâd ever heard, but in truth it was now competing with your moans. Robert hadnât had a girlfriend since college. That was years ago. The demands of his work were too much to see anyone, let alone be in a serious relationship. Robert had quite literally given up on love, and then you walked into Fischer Morrow for your first day, and Robert felt himself fall in love with you.
He knew it wasnât professional, he had professional control over you and your career, so he did nothing. He tried to treat you the same as other employees, but it was difficult. You went above and beyond for everything. You were the best secretary heâd ever had, and perhaps the best Fischer Morrow had ever had. You made sure everything was set and ready, and he was convinced that not even his father would have had anything bad to say about you. Most certainly, his father wouldâve looked down on how Robert felt about you, about what Robert wanted to create with you, but that was only about status. In addition, Maurice no longer mattered in that respect. He was dead.
Robert was driving around, not aware of where he was going, just thinking of you. The wake had ended an hour ago, it was half past six now, and all Robert could think about was you. He needed to see you, see your smile, hear you laugh. Your laugh could pull him out of the earthâs gravity, even if only for a little while. His next step in earning your heart was to take you to dinner, and no time seemed better than the present.
Robert knew it was wrong to just show up at your house unannounced. It was impolite, but he was already more than halfway there when he realized he needed to see you. You were so kind, he hoped that you would understand. He knew you might not join him for dinner, you might have already ate, or maybe you had plans with friends. He hoped that you would join him for the night, that he could press gentle kisses to your lips and taste the sweet wine you liked.
Robert remembered the way to your house. It was a quaint little ranch style, and it fit your personality. It was beautifully kept on the outside, and your front garden was blooming with beautiful flowers. He wondered if you planted them yourself. It was still mostly light out, but the sun was fading away into a purple and pink sky. Robert parked his car in the street, taking a deep breath. Why he was nervous, he didnât know. He had already been intimate with you, but he was seeking a different intimacy tonight.
He walked the path up to your front door, admiring how well kept your house was. You clearly took pride in keeping your space organized, clean, and good-looking. It was similar to your desk at work in an odd way. He stood at your door, a bit hesitant, and knocked. A flash of nerves lit up his body and he wondered if he should just leave, but then you opened the door.
As your eyes landed on him, he could tell you were surprised to see him, and he felt a wave of guilt rush over him, but you smiled warmly and it melted away. You looked absolutely stunning. Your hair was down, and you wore jean shorts and a white t-shirt. He had never seen you look so relaxed and comfortable before. You looked domestic.
His mind wandered, could it be this way forever? Could he be domestic with you, seeing you in outfits just like this one? He wondered if one day he could have the privilege of seeing you this way everyday, of being around you, comfortable and at ease. He shifted in his suit from the funeral.
âY/n, I wanted to see if-â He began, but he heard a voice call out from behind you.
âY/n, everything okay?â A tall man appeared at the door next to you. He had dark hair and a bit of scruff from a beard. Robert felt dread and envy crush him. The green monster raged and clawed inside of him as he and the man watched each other for a moment.
âUm, Mason, this is Robert Fischer, my boss.â You instantly became nervous, and Robert felt hurt pound in his chest. âMr. Fischer, this is Mason, my-â Robert cut you off quickly, not wanting to hear you say it.
âActually, I was just checking in. I was just going.â Robert excused himself quickly and made his way back to the car.
As he drove off, he felt hot tears sting his eyes. You clearly didnât feel the same about your encounter at the hotel as he did. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He shouldâve known a beautiful woman like you would already have a man in your life. He wondered if he had ever deserved you.
You watched Robert get into his car and drive off, shocked and confused that he had taken off so quickly. He hadnât even told you why he was there. You wondered if you should text or call him, but you knew his fatherâs funeral had been that day, and it was probably a mess of emotions. You thought he most likely needed his space. You would see him on Monday and make sure he was okay.
âSo is he always like that?â Mason teased, pinching your shoulder. You rolled your eyes as you shut the door before slapping his arm.
âOh stop it! Heâs got it bad enough, his fatherâs funeral was today.â You snapped. Your brotherâs eyes widened.
âOh damn, Y/n, sorry.â You returned to your kitchen, where you and your brother were cooking your weekly get together dinner. You wondered why Robert had come to your house if he was going to leave so quickly. Had he changed his mind about something? Was it a bad time? Was he needed at the office? You sighed to yourself and continued preparing dinner, but your mind stayed with Robert.
Monday rolled around, and you intended to check in with Robert as soon as you could. You got there early, earlier than the usual early, but his office door was closed. You knew better than to knock with the door closed, so you continued to your desk. You spent the next hour going through your usual day, but something felt off. There was a coldness in the office and it seemed to be coming from Robertâs office. After another half hour, you needed his input on one of your weekly projects and approached his office. The door was still closed, but you knocked anyway. Robertâs voice beckoned you in, but not in his usual tone. You opened the door and saw him sitting at his desk, quietly working on a stack of papers. He didnât look at you as you opened the door.
âMr. Fischer, I need to know what you want done with the New York meeting.â You said, trying to ignore the fact that he still wouldnât look at you. Why wouldnât he look at you?
âPush it off for another week.â He said, his voice even and firm. You waited for him to say something else, but he didnât. You opened your mouth to say something, to ask him if he was okay, but you fought against it, nodding and closing the door to his office as you left.
As you went about your day, you were continuously ignored by Robert. You couldnât understand why he was giving you short answers and being so cold to you. While he was in a long meeting with board members, you took your lunch and went to the cafe, picking up his favorite pastry and coffee. You wrote a smiley face on his drink, like normal, and returned to your desk, patiently waiting for him to leave the meeting.
Your eyes constantly left your work to watch the door to the conference room, and after another half an hour, the door opened. You not so discretely watched Robert pass you, not even glancing your way. You knew that he knew you were watching him, and you felt desperate as you watched him walk into his office and shut the door. You watched through the open blinds as he approached his desk, spotting the coffee and pastry. You expected him to look up and smile at you, thank you like he always did. You watched eagerly, waiting for his response, and he collected both the coffee and pastry in his hands and threw them both in the trash can next to his desk.
Your heart fell. He was mad at you, that was for sure. You tried to hold back your own tears as you leaned back over your desk, trying not to give away how upset you were to your other coworkers. You wondered if he knew you were upset. You wondered if he cared.
Slowly, your other coworkers trickled out of the office as business hours closed, but you remained. You needed to clear this up with Robert. Perhaps you had been wrong. Maybe he had come to your house to tell you it was a one time thing, but saw your brother and felt pity for you. You clenched your jaw at the thought. He was the one who had kissed you. He was the one who pulled you in to stay the night. He was the one who drove you home the next day with a sweet goodbye as he walked you to the door. And now here you were, your peace offering of coffee and warm pastry in the trash of his office.
When the last person left, leaving you alone with Robert, you stood. Immediately, not leaving without your answers you rightfully deserved, you marched yourself to his office. You knocked on the door, and for a moment it was quiet. You waited, for a moment, but decided it didnât matter. He had treated you poorly today, and you deserved to walk in on whatever he was doing.
 You opened the door and saw him standing, ready to leave himself. This was unusual. He typically didnât leave for at least another half hour. He truly was pissed. A chill ran down your spine as he looked you dead in the eyes. They were unfeeling, but you felt the anger there.
âMiss L/n, Iâm rather busy, this will have to wait.â You continued to stand there, feeling a bit of your own anger rising, but the hurt flooded you and creeped up your throat, tightening its hold on your airway.
âNo.â You said firmly.
âNo?â He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
âNo. Youâve been acting cruel. Why?â You stood your ground, but you felt your heart race and you wanted to disappear. This felt terrible, it felt wrong. This is not how this should have gone.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â He grabbed documents from his desk and started towards you, intending to leave, but you stood your ground still, blocking his path. Determined, you tugged on the papers in his hand, and he must have been a bit shocked by your directness, because he let go rather easily. You tossed the papers on his couch, crossing your arms in front of him.
âYouâve been giving me the cold shoulder all day and giving me the shortest answers possible. Youâve never called me âMiss L/nâ in my entire time here, and-â Your voice broke a little and you looked down at your shoes. âI saw you throw away the coffee.â You paused, trying not to sound as weak as you felt. âI just want to know why.â You mumbled. You looked back up at him, and guilt washed over his face for a moment before his face tried to become stoic again, but he just looked upset and hurt. You knew the look well.
âOur time together obviously meant more to me than it did to you, Y/n.â He said quietly. His voice was soft, and he tried to get around you, but you blocked his path again.
âWhat?â You asked, your voice laced with confusion as your eyebrows furrowed together. âWhat does that mean?â He sighed, and he didnât seem angry, he just seemed sad.
âThe other man in your home was evidence enough.â You blinked at him several times, trying to process what he had just said to you. You had to hold back a laugh, but your face contorted into a grin. After a moment, you did laugh out of absurdity. His face breaks out in more pain, and youâre quick to speak, your laughter dying quickly.
âRobert, Mason is my brother, which you wouldâve known if you stayed an extra five seconds. I introduced you as my boss because I didnât really want my brother knowing that much about my um, personal life.â You watched all emotion leave his face, a red tinge spreading across his freckled cheeks and his ears. He blinked a couple of times, staring off behind you.
âBrother?â He said quietly. You nodded, trying to hide your giggles. He let out an embarrassed sigh and rubbed his forehead with his palm, not looking at you. Though he looked thoroughly embarrassed, he also looked ultimately relieved. âRight, well, I guess I neglected to ask about your familyâŠâ He trailed off, and you laughed at that.
âRob,â You started, straightening his tie as you got closer to him. âIt meant something to me too.â You whispered, and his eyes found yours again. He seemed to have regained his confidence and straightened his posture.
âGood to know. We should do something about that then.â He smiled at you, and you smiled back. As you got closer, he whispered. âIâm sorry Y/n.â Regret laced in his voice. You smiled a bit wider.
âItâs okay, Rob.â He closed the gap between the two of you, gently moving his lips in sync with yours.
âI like when you call me that.â He mumbled, his hands cupping your chin as he pulled you in for another sweet kiss.
this is literally me to robert fischer BECAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND how i was unintentionally sobbing when i ranted to my friend the next day once i finished inception (never watched it properly in the past) because of how sad robert's character was for me and how he deserves the world and how badly i wanted to tell him i was so proud of him and everything he's done and all i want is for him to lay his head on my lap while i play with his hair and i tell him all that and that i'll tell him he is more than enough
Robert Fischer (Cillian Murphyâs character for movie Inception) x reader.
Summary: One night, somehow Robert Fischer found himself doing something he thought he would never do. Questioning himself, why not? Why wouldnât he be able to enjoy a simple thing?
A/N: Business men always seem inmersed in their worlds, in this idea I wanted to see Robert out of his comfort zone.
Hope you like it! Let me know đ„°
The funniest thing about a charity gala is that there is no charity at all, just fancy clothes, expensive drinks and big egos competing to show who gives the biggest check.Â
It was all it shouldnât be.Â
He wasnât up for the small talk or hearing for the million time how his father was an extraordinary man and he should be proud of his legacy. After being there just for a couple of hours, he was sick of that. He just hoped the project would get the funds it needed for the upcoming year, he had other charities he felt were good for people, but still felt like it wasnât enough.Â
Quietly, Robert made his way to the balcony to try to get some air. Between the strict etiquette and the bunch of strangers coming at him, he much rather be at home alone.Â
A female figure turned around. First a look of surprise then a shy smile flashed his way.Â
âI didnât mean to interrupt your âme timeâ, just needed some air.âÂ
âItâs okay, Mr. Fischer⊠I was lost in thoughts, looking at the stars.âÂ
When was the last time he heard someone say they were looking at the stars? When was the last time he looked up there? Â
He was always busy, making business, always in a hurry, meeting after meeting, signing piles of papers, taking important decisions.
âWell is one breathtaking view now that you mention it.âÂ
The city lights trying to compete against the stars and the full moon.
For the very first time he felt relaxed, no one waiting something from him. Asking him something. Where did that new calmness come from?
âI was just trying to get mentally prepared for my speech moment, Iâm not the biggest fan of talking in public and all of those sharks can be scary.â She said chuckling.Â
âYou work at the foundation?â Robert tried to remember her face, but he was sure he hadnât seen her before, he would never have forgotten a soul like that.Â
âYes, but unlike this, I work in the front line⊠getting into the dangerous neighborhoods searching for little diamonds waiting to be discovered and get a better opportunity in life. Your foundation does wonders for those kids in need, their parents wouldnât be able to pay college. And donât get me wrong, but I rather be out there than here.â She added while with a movement of her hand, she motioned the people inside. The other one, was holding tightly at a small velvet handbag.Â
âI am sure you do a wonderful job out here, I think my job is done then, knowing someone like you is responsible for the scholarship program. It only takes one kind soul to make a difference. Miss?âÂ
âY/Nâ she replied extending her hand. The phone on his pocket started buzzing, but he decided to ignore it.Â
With a soft shake he took it, to seconds later, turn it around a place a light kiss at the top of her knuckles. The way he said it was a pleasure to meet her, almost made her knees to go weak.
âIs there anything else I can do to collaborate with the program? To make it better?âÂ
âYou mean financially orâŠâ
âAll.â He meant that, if he could actually do something, he would do it. âI would like to be involved.â
âAbsolutely yes.â She answered with excitement, it was obvious the passion in what she did. âI mean, yes.â She added trying to calm her happiness, she had so many ideas, but the board kept saying they didnât want to give away any more budget. Â
âWell, just come to my office Monday, 1:00 pm and we can discuss it over lunch.âÂ
She couldnât hide the excitement in her eyes, her whole face lit up. YN was about to thank him, when the balcony doors opened.Â
âRobert what are you doing here?â His uncle Peter interrupted them. âThereâs someone I need you to meet, wants to make an investment.â He practically dragged Robert inside, all he could do was give her an apologizing look before getting lost in the room.Â
 The rest of the night, Robert was surrounded by board members, directors, investors all kinds of people trying to talk to him, trying to get their brothers, in laws, sons, a friend of friend to work in his company. He was done for the night.Â
The music band stopped playing and the monitor announced Y/Nâs speech for the foundation.Â
Someone else tried to get Robertâs attention but he quickly motioned to be quiet, he didnât want to miss this moment. She was attired in an ivory elegant floor length dress, long sleeves, only open from the knee down. She had such strong presence without even knowing. Exuded class and elegance effortlessly.Â
Robert watched her as she made her way to the podium, when Y/N started talking about the impact the foundation has in the youth, he listened carefully every word she said, the big difference it makes in the community, in peopleâs life, but still how it wasnât enough, pushing the sharks as she called them to ask themselves is this was really all they could do.
And in that moment, Robert realized that she didnât just turn heads around, but souls as well.Â
 He didnât care about the last trip the men did to the Hamptons to play golf on a Saturday morning. Now, all he cared about was getting to know Y/N more, there was some peace in her words, the way her hands moved excitedly while explaining the program to someone. Something different, unique about her. Finally, his eyes found her in the opposite side of the room, examining the food. With a frown.Â
Y/N was frowning at the food. Robert saw her huffing and walk away from the table, a group of women approached her and while one of them had her attention, her eyes started to wander around the salon until her eyes met Robertâs. Her gaze moved to the woman next to her for a few seconds, until again, she looked his way. The smile reaching her eyes.
 âThe gentleman over there sends you this.â The waiter pointed his hand in the direction of the piano, there he was, looking immaculately handsome raising his own glass at her.Â
Y/N took the little note and unfolded it.Â
 Beautiful speech, you mean every word you say.Â
What are you doing after this?Â
RF.Â
 Not being able to stop the smile from her face she asked for a paper and pen.Â
 Thank you! I was shaking afterwards.Â
Iâm starving, this tiny bity food needs an upgrade.Â
Want to try some real food?Â
Y/N.Â
 She asked a waitress to pass the note to the handsome man by the piano. And kept her eyes on him.Â
This was fun and exciting.Â
 Give me 10 minutes.Â
Meet me at the French doors next to the kitchen.Â
RF.Â
 He wrote at the back of her last note.Â
 âSo, what do you think Bobby?â God, he hated that nickname. His eyes on her as she said her goodbyes and started walking towards the door.Â
The food was bite size and he didnât like it either. Could he just leave? Not letting anyone know where he would be? A vein started pulsing on the side of his forehead. All of his moves were usually planned.
âWhat? Sorry.âÂ
âAbout Reaganâs idea?âÂ
How would he be able to say it was the stupidest idea he had never heard without saying it? He decided he would go. Thatâs it.
âCan we see that another day? I have to go.âÂ
âRobert!â His uncle Peter called after him, but he didnât look back, instead started sorting his way from the people in the room.Â
âYouâre late.â She smiled.Â
He opened the door for her. âNo way, I said ten minutes and right now itâs ten minutes, Iâm always on time.â Placing his hand on her back, he guided her through the hall. âThis way.â They made their way down the stairs and through the lobby.Â
His driver was waiting outside, ready for him in his luxury Maserati SUV.
âJackson throw me the keys, please?â He opened the door for her.Â
âExcuse me sir? Throw?âÂ
âThrow yes.â He did and Robert caught them in the air. âYou have the weekend off. Iâm driving.â Â
The poor Jackson could have a heart attack after listening to that. He was in shock. Robert himself was in shock.
Robert Fischer hasnât driven in a long, long time.Â
âYou need some vacation, take Melinda somewhere nice.â He handed a closed envelope and thanked him.Â
âHow do you know my wifeâs name sir?âÂ
âWhy are you so surprised? You have driven me for eight years. Go on, have a nice night.â He took the driverâs seat with a worry look on his face.Â
âThe lights button is this one sir.â Jackson informed him knowing his bossâs vehicle better than him.Â
Robert laughed out loud. Where did that noise come from? He was always frowning, always serious.Â
âThanks, we will take it from here.âÂ
âI promise you will find him on one piece on Monday.â YN assured Jackson winking.Â
âIâm not worried about him, Iâm worried about the car.â His answer sincere.Â
âHey! I can drive. And Iâm still your boss.â Robert defended himself, he was in a good mood.Â
Rolling up the window, he started to drive. It was a weird feeling but he felt good, different.Â
âExactly how many years itâs been since the last time you drove?â A warm smile decorating her features.Â
âLetâs just say itâs been a while?âÂ
For a few seconds she saw her life passing by in front of her eyes.Â
âOh, stop it, youâre looking at me like Iâm going to drive us down a hill.âÂ
âHey! Eyes on the road please.âÂ
Tilting his head to the side, Robert looked in YNâs direction. âYou are very distracting.âÂ
âWhatever you are doing, stop it and focus.â YN suggested in a serious tone.Â
âItâs called flirting, FYI.âÂ
âFYI, the light is green and I donât want to die today.â She laughed.Â
Driving again, took the wheel with one hand, while his free arm, wandered next to hers, in the middle of their seats.Â
âTake your left on the next corner, then three blocks straight, Iâm taking you to the best hamburgers in town.âÂ
âIâm curious to know⊠this urge to help people in need and charming character comes for your mom, dad or both?âÂ
His phone was buzzing, he turned it off. They got out of the car and walked inside the restaurant. It was called five guys.Â
No valet parking, no host, no waitress⊠this was nice.
âBoth.â The proudest smile showing on Y/Nâs face. âMy dad is an engineer and my mom an architect. But they met while working as volunteers in an immigrants camp.âÂ
She ordered two combos for them. The guy taking their orders kept giving them an amusement look. Their clothes didnât fit the kind of place they were eating. At all.
âDonât worry too much, they use castorâs oil so itâs good for the heart.â They took a seat while waiting for their order. âAnd before you ask me how I know youâre scared, you have the same look I had while you were driving.âÂ
 This was so unlike him. But somehow it felt like he had been missing this all of his life. He was so used to expensive restaurants and his personal chef trained to recreate any international dish.Â
Apart from that, the fact that they were about to eat in a fast food local chain while wearing a fancy attire, it only added more excitement to the antithesis of the moment.Â
 âOn the outside, do you look more like your mom or your dad?âÂ
YN pursed her lips. âThat will be hard to tell.â Unlocking her phone, she showed him a picture of her parents. âThey adopted me when I was three years old, in their late thirties. But I like to think I have her eyes and his nose.âÂ
âIâm sorry Y/N I shouldâve have asked that.âÂ
Shaking her head, she added: âYou donât need to apologize, whenever I look or not like them, they are still the best parents I could have asked for.âÂ
As they got their orders, he smiled when he saw Y/N smiling, doing a little happy dance in her seat.Â
âWhat about you? And please donât joke with the âIâm adopted tooâ.âÂ
âOn the outside I look like him, on the inside Iâm just like her. They both passed away already.âÂ
âIâm sorry.âÂ
âThank you.â He took one of the french fries of their order to eat it. He couldnât remember the last time he ate this, the last time he enjoyed a dinner and specially the company. âWhatâs the reason for the name?âÂ
YN pointed at the back of the restaurant. âHow many guys do you see there?â Took a bite of her food.Â
Robert started counting them mentally. âYou are joking right?âÂ
Shaking her head, YN offered him one of the fries. âThey are always just five guys working, tonight isnât as busy as usual. Started on a food truck outside my campus.â Â
A few customers got inside and immediately fixed their gazes on them, it mustâve been quite an image; a couple wearing fancy clothes while eating plain hamburgers. At this point, Robert thought it was funny and he could care less that people found it ridiculous, to him it was the first night he was able to enjoy in a very long time. They talked about themselves as if they were longtime friends catching up.Â
âI have to admit, this is the first hamburger I have in years, and it was a good one. Thank youâÂ
âAnytime, if thereâs anything else you havenât tried, Iâm in.â Â
An idea flashed through his eyes and Robert found himself smiling. She had managed somehow to make him smile more in an hour than he had in his whole life.
âActually⊠there is.â He got up and closed the button of his suit, then offered his hand to her. âAre you coming?âÂ
âYou want to eat something else?â She asked in surprise, taking his hand.Â
They cleaned before leaving the place and walked towards the door smiling.Â
âItâs a place I suddenly remembered.âÂ
After a thirty minutes drive, Y/N learned he cared deeply for the charities he supported, he genuinely thought it was the best way he could use the money, thatâs why he carefully chose those charities, something that would really help people. Robert stopped at the parking lot of the Observatory, his company donated a huge amount of money every year, so he practically had free pass. The place was desert since the museum was closed already.Â
He didnât grow up in a traditional home, his father was always pressing him, to take over his company, trying to fulfill his expectations, looked after by the staff of the house because his mother shouldnât spend a lot of time with him. He didnât grow up with a lot of friends either, always quiet, always thinking, trying to dim out of the spotlight.Â
 One day on his birthday when he was just a child, his mother organized a birthday party with his classmates, nobody showed up, they didnât like him, he didnât like them either. He didnât care, but his poor mother was mortified. So, she packed some peanut butter sandwiches and drove there with him. Â
That day he watched the most incredible sunset of his life, the sky was dressed up in the most beautiful colors he had ever seen, and stayed there quiet late watching the stars.Â
 âAre you alright?â Her soft voice brought him back to reality.Â
A sincere smile made an appearance on his lips.Â
âNever been better. Come with me.â They got out of the car.
Robert helped Y/N up in the back of his car, then he got rid of his suit and covered her back and shoulders with his jacket.Â
âItâs been a really long time since I have been here.â Robert looked at Y/N. âYou said you were watching the stars earlier, I think this is the best place to watch them.â He admitted while unknotting his tie.Â
Y/N watched him deeply, she would have never thought of him as the man who would make time to admire the night, the stars. There was something magical about the way his eyes lit up by the moonlight.Â
âWhat? Why are you looking at me like that?â he asked as soon as he found Y/N watching him.Â
âYou seem like a totally different man.âÂ
âI actually feel like a totally different man right now, it was probably the castorâs oil.â His eyes dropped to her lips.
What ifâŠ?Â
âDifferent is good.â Her words were just a whisper.Â
Leaning forward, Robert kissed Y/N, leaving his busy mind at rest for the first time, focusing only in the sensations, the moment, the way her lips kissed him, her hands caressing his face.
âI donât want this night to end.â He admitted right before kissing her again.Â
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