#soft!robby

You drag Robby to the toilet letting his sit down with a groan. You stand between his opened legs and cup his jaw. Pressing kisses to his nose, and cheeks. "I'm gonna get these dirty scrubs off ya, okay?" You ask and he just nods. You smile down at him. "Arms up."

Grabbing the hem of the dark blue scrub top, Robby moves his arms so you can drag the rest of it over his head and throw it into the dirty laundry bin near the door. Then comes the white shirt underneath. When Robby is half-exposed he grab at your own shirt. "I'll get undressed when you're naked Mister." You tease.

He groans but understand that tonight isn't about anything but him, a feeling that he doesn't really enjoy, but for you he'll do anything. For you he'll sit through the uncomfortable feeling in his gut. You have Robby stand and help him out of his cargo pants, and boxers. "Get in the water, I'll be right behind you." You tell him sweetly, watching your sweet savior of a man step into the steaming water and hear him groan as the water starts to works his over worn and tired muscles.

You strip your clothes quickly, and shut the bathroom. Making sure that the two towels are sitting on the heated towel rack before you slip in behind Robby. You can tell the hot water is working his muscles, as his shoulder start to fall and he rests the back of his head on your shoulder. You grab at the forgotten wash cloth on the side of the tub, dipping into the hot water, "Close your eyes, Robby." You say quietly not wanting to disturb the peace the two of you have found in the tub together.

Robby listens to you. You press the hot towel over his features. Waiting for a few moments, before dragging it down his face gently. Pulling the dirt, sweat, city grime, and stress away. Robby believes that he has to be a strong man, because the ER has forced him into that position. Be strong for his patients, be strong for his interns, and nurses. Be strong for you.

For right now though he feels himself slipping from his role. He feels how you hold him, tilting his head gently to the side, and scrub behind his ears a place that Robby tends to forget about in the pre-work showers. Then how you drag the wash cloth along his jaw, his stubble grabbing at the soft cotton. Finally you drag the soft wet cotton cloth down the column of his throat. Your well manicured fingers dragging gentle over his adam's apple.

Robby forces his eyes open at your touch, "Robby will you grab the sugar scrub?" you ask. Right now in this state you could probably ask Robby to kill someone for you and he'd forget all about the Hippocratic oath he'd taken many years ago. "Of course angel." He mutters grabbing the small container that is just out of your reach and giving it to you over his shoulder.

He can hear you unscrew the top of the container. What he feels next he can only say is both relaxing and grating against his skin. The wash cloth from before drags agasint his skin that is exposed above the waterline. In small patterns you rub the sugar scrub into his skin. "That feel good, Robby?" You ask as you wait for his response.

Robby can't help the low sound that almost is a sigh of contentment. You smile, knowing that you can now continue. You drape the wash cloth over the rack. You massage his shoulder just under the water. Your thumbs sink into the tight knots until you feel them give loose. All while Robby groans and moans at the sensation of being taken care.

You grab the wash cloth again and Robby tilts forward. The water sloshes back and forth with his movement. You wash down his back, as you wash his back and skin you count the freckles that are strewn across his body. When you're done with his back you glide him back into your warm chest.

Robby brings both of his hands up and lets you grab ahold of his fingers. Each finger you clean individually. Running the wash cloth over his long fingers and then pressing a kiss into each knuckle when you're done.

Ringing out the wash clothe before throwing into the laundry basket. "I'm gonna wash your hair okay." You tell him as you wash him close his eyes and hum. You cup water in your hand and watch as it cascades down his scalp. You lather his shampoo in your fingers, and palms before gentle stroking it through his short brown hair.

Your well manicured nails barely scratching at his scalp, slow enough that Robby seems to be able to slow his breathing. It's a deep and steady breath every time and you know he's just melting against you. Robby melts in parts, first his shoulder seems to drop even more then before, then his neck and his head leans to one side, finally Robbys jaw loosen and his lips part just enough that he's pushing air from his mouth every time he breaths.

You let the shampoo sit in his hair for a moment before repeating the process of getting his hair wet. Making sure to keep the soap from his eyes. Robbys eyes open like he wants to thank you, but the relaxation has taken over his bones. It's not the same as when he walked in through the apartment door and wasn't able to answer your question. That was due to the stress, and fatigue. This is because he's melting into your touch the longer the two of you stay pressed together.

The water goes cold, and you're scooting out form behind him. Grabbing your towels. You help Robby stand and for the first time in a long time his knees don't crack as he stands up straight. You wrap the towel around Robby waist, and then wrap your towel around your chest. Robby sinks into the heat that the towel gives off from being on the heated towel rack.

You sink down to the floor in front of the sink, digging around in the cabinet. "What are you lookin' for angel?" Robby ask, his voice is filled with tiredness. "Don't you worry about it Robby." You say sweetly, finally managing to grab what you had been looking for. He nods and waits for you to return to him.

You once again sink down to your knee, this time in front of a half wet, half tired Robby. You flip the cap on the lotion bottle, and squeeze a sizable amount into your hand and warm it up between your palms. Robby brings is arms down, and lets you smoother his hairy arms in the lotion. You move on to his chest dragging the lotion over his pecs, and then his little tummy.

Lastly work the lotion into his claves. Slow and steady pushing the tight muscles until they loosen and Robby goes limp. Showing you just how much he trust you, how pliant you can make him under your small, warm, hands. "Bed?" You ask, "Yes, angel." You nod, and stand up.

You lead into the bedroom, and sit him on the edge of his side of the bed. You leave him there long enough to grab a pair of boxers, and t-shirt of his from the closet. You come back dressed in your own clothes. You make quick work to drag the shirt over his shoulder and stomach while Robby drags the boxers up his legs and snap them around his hips.

Robby falls into the mattress with a soft, and quiet grunt, his eyes falling closed with every passing second. You slip in behind him, and breath him in for the first time all night long. He's so loose in your grip. You brush Robbys wet hair back, and press a kiss to his temple. "Sleep now baby." You murmur gently. Robby doesn't last a minute before his breathing goes deep, and even.

The Next Morning

Robby wakes up when the cast of the morning sun falls over his tired, and worn face. The first thing that Robby takes in is how theres a warmth in his bone that he hasn't felt in years. There's a softness agasint his skin, and he smells like your lotion you apply after a deep needed shower, or bath. The smell clings to his skin and he prays that it will still be there when he goes back to work in a few days.

For a while Robby doesn't dare move in the bed, just breath deeply in and deeply back out. In pieces his memory floats back to him. The way you let him crumble into his lap when he walked in through the door. The softness in your voice as you dragged him off to the bathroom. The candles, and lavender, and the bath. The quiet as you massaged his aching muscles, and gave him the time.

For the first time in a long time his muscles don't feel like they are actively betraying him. He takes another deep breath in and blinks slowly. You're still asleep, and tucked into his side. Your hair is a little messy, but your face is relaxed as you dream. Something in his heart cracks, and he knows what he's doing to do.

You had taken care of him. Really truly taken care of him, not because it was something you were forced to do not because Robby had asked (Not that he'd ever ask) but because you wanted to take care of him. He lets himself lay in the feeling for a few moments more, staring down at your beautiful sleeping face. He can feel that burn in the back of his throat the one that says (if you don't stop looking at her, you're gonna cry). He can't help the words that come out of his mouth in a whisper "I should do somethin' for you Angel."

Robby slips from the bed, with an ease he hasn't felt in years. Carefully, and quietly hoping not to wake you up he pads from the bedroom to the kitchen. He tries to rub the sleep from his eyes with the heel of his palm. Robby still feels loose, and heavy mostly from the sleep he's gotten. Yet the thought of you still asleep under the warm sheets has Robby standing tall, and moving a little quicker.

A thought passes his mind, and has him reeling as he stands in the kitchen. 'What do you even get, or do for someone who just did something for you out of the kindness of their heart.' Looks around the kitchen and his eyes land on the fridge. Robby opens it and realizes that you two might need to go on a grocery trip.

Staring into fridge feels like a eon. Nothing really seems to jump out at him, nothing speaks to him as he moves condiments, and leftovers around in the fridge. That is until he lands on the fruit in the plastic containers. "Okay" He mutters to himself as he pulls the fruit from the fridge and rolls his shoulders. "Pancakes, and fruit. I can handle that." He says to himself.

Robby is a great doctor, an amazing chief attending. Robby can handle the most horrible cases that roll through his ER, but he can not handle making pancakes. The first pancake is burnt, and too thin. The second is thick and breaks when he goes to flip it on the pan. The third one sticks to the pan, all because he forgot to spray the pan down.

"Fuckin' Jesus." He whispers as he tries again. He goes to flip the pancake and it doesn't flip instead it folds in on itself. Robby has a staring competition with the pancake for a minute, before contemplating throwing the entire pan out the window and uber eating something to the apartment door.

Robby takes a deep breath in and then out again. He tries once more, and this time it doesn't seem like a huge fail. The pancake is a little burnt around the edges, but the middle is cooked through and he flips it with ease. He's exhales like he's back in the ER again. Robby removes it from the pan and put it on a plate before mutter to himself. "Okay, so only have three more… it will be fine."

He gets through the next three pancakes with out too many frail ups, and then he's off to grabbing a cutting board and slicing the fruit with an intense concentration. His tongue is pressed out to the side of his cheek, his brows are furrowed like he's working the hardest surgery of his life. Not cutting strawberries. Robby just wants it to look nice for you, because you deserve nice. Hell you deserve then nice, but for right now this is all Robby can manage.

Robby goes rummaging through the closet, and finds a tray. He's quick to arrange everything on the tray and makes sure it looks perfect, but something is missing from the setup. Robby puts the tray down on the table and goes into the bathroom, grabbing your bottle of lotion you had just used on him last night. The bathroom still smells amazing and it calms him slightly.

Robby sets the bottle on the tray. He stares for a minute to long and his confidence starts to fade. He shakes his head and looks up towards you bedroom. "You're gonna do this Micheal. Now get your ass in gear." He mutters himself under his breath and carries the tray towards the bedroom.

He pauses in the doorway.

You're sitting up now, mostly awake but still under the sheets and blanket. Blinking at him with sleep in your eyes still. Robby swallows hard so much that it hurts his adam's apple. "Mornin', angel." You smile up at him. It a soft and small one that melts him. Hits in right in his chest and ribs. His body is moving all on it's own now.

Robby steps into the room with the tray still in hands. The weight pushing him forward. "I… um… I tired to make pancakes. I also was… I wanted to return." Robby stands uncomfortable at the edge of the bed. He shifts the tray in his hand. Holding the bottle of lotion. "I wanna… I was gonna give you a massage like you did for me last night." He rambles.

You have to hide the grin that is blooming over your features, and it causes Robby to fluster. "I just thought I could return the favor." He musters. You shift on the bed, and the sheets fall as you come up to the edge of the bed. You press your hand into his chest, and his chest goes tight and his heart beats quickly against your palm.

"Oh Robby, you didn't have to do all this." He nods, "I know" He lowers himself and the tray to the bed, robby voice goes soft and seems to wear at the edges. "I wanted to, that's all that matters to me." He can't met his wives gaze right now, because he's close to crying and Robby doesn't want to do that right now. This is no time for a breakdown.

When you press a kiss into his cheek, Robby goes still, and then melts into the bed quicker then he did when his feet had touched the hot bath water. He watches from the corner of his eye has you devour the food.

You have settled back into the bed, but this time your back is exposed and bare for him to something equivalent to giving you a massage. 'okay, just breath. It's not that hard. People do this for their wives all the time.' Robby stares down at the lotion bottle in his hand it's so much smaller in his hands then it was in yours last night. 'she made it look so fuckin' effortless, she just touched me and it was like she knew exactly what she was doing. She got every knot.'

Robbys inner monologue won't shut up, but he wants his wife to be happy, and comfortable. He shakes the bottle in his hand and reads the label. 'god she's got so many lotions, why are they're so many different lotion, and why is this one sparkly? This isn't what she used on me last night.' "Well shit." Robby lets slip. 'What's wrong Robby?" You ask from your position on the bed. "I grabbed the wrong one." he admits. "That's okay baby. Use it anyways." You tell him sweetly.

Robby squeezes some into his palm and looks down at your back then back at his palm again. 'what is even pampering? This just feels messy, and gross.' He wants to do right by you, but something is his stomach twists and rolls over, its not nerves, or fear. Just something softer and kinder. It feels all to big for his chest.

Even though Robby and you have been married for a few years now, Robby is still secretive about the idea of you taking care of him, of you doing the heavy lifting. He doesn't like to let you seem him breaking down. Last night was the first time that you had seen him like that. 'how the hell can she look at me like that? No judgement behind her eyes, just kindness. After seeing my have an internal breakdown. I've never allowed to just take care of me like that.'

Robby sits down behind his wife, his hands hovering over her soft shoulder blades. it's not like he hasn't touched you before, but that's different. Everything about this is different. 'For fucks sake, touch her. Gently, also this isn't like your arresting somebody. Holy fuck stop shaking.' When Robby starts to rub you shoulders, his hands slip from the slipperiness of the lotion agasint your skin. You giggle as his fingers move to quickly.

Robby seems to short-circuit, and then he's rebooting. 'Don't panic you goof, she's just ticklish and it's not because you're horrible at this.' Robby adjusts, slows his hands down, and starts again after a deep exhale. Your head dips forward a little and your back relaxes into his touch. 'see this is working, but maybe this is just her being nice to me, she's always so nice to me.'

Robby kneads deeper into your muscles, and the sigh you let is an unguarded one that sounds like you're melting into the fabric of the bed. It warms his spine and makes Robby continue. 'see I can take care of her too. Not as good her, cause my wives hands are magic… but I can try.' You whisper his name and it's filled with sleep and tenderness.

Robby's heart breaks just a little, "I love you, angel" He mutters under his breath, you smile and Robby can tell from the way your ears shift ever so slightly. "I love you too, Robby." Robby leans forward gentle, and presses a few careful kisses to your shoulder, and head.

"Are you comfortable, angel?" He asks, you hum and lean into his large hands as they work your back muscles. 'Fuck I'd do anything for you, anything. Even pancakes…' He shakes his head and grimaces at the three fucked up pancakes sitting in the trash can burnt, and disgusting in the trash.

'Maybe not pancakes, but literally anything else I'd do for you. All of it, all for you.'