[the day Robin makes grand gestures and proclamations about the girl he's been sleeping with is when DW creates an Alter version of Robin Hood. that's just not how he is. Robin Hood is a timid man, by no means a lady-killer. it's not shame that keeps him from showing her off -- not shame in her, anyway. as thunderous as she was, as conceited and vain, it's not her he finds shame in.
the rest she'll have to figure out.
Robin doesn't seek out intimacy. not like Nero did. nor did he expect it to come to him. for better or for worse, Nero is a special case. it could have been her filling a void he hadn't realized existed until she kissed him. until he gave in and had a wayward thought of "this is nice" when she had her bare body against his and they were sweaty, sticky. they were basking in the leftover waves of pleasure that washed over them.
the thought is quieter now but there. he can feel his grow hotter but doesn't push her away. all he can do is hope some God is with him today and nobody interrupts this. being held isn't something that happens to him often. it's only more recently, with Nero, that he has. even then, it was in throes of pleasure or her demanding something of him. not for her to reassure him.
his breathing starts to even when the guilt doesn't crush him like he expects it to. his arms tense to tighten around her more--
BB. they have to cure the curse. she slips from his grasp easily and he steps away, unsure of what to say. though maybe it would be better if he just didn't say. for once, just didn't say anything at all about it.
for once, he lets her pet his ears. not without some sulking and a blush that hasn't faded from an intimate moment he will never mention. his brows furrow and his mouth twists. with a small sigh, he gives up. leaning into her touch.
it could be written off as his thanks for... for being herself, he guesses.]
Ask BB nicely and she might give you a pair of your own. Or you could always try to pet Tamamo's.
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the rest she'll have to figure out.
Robin doesn't seek out intimacy. not like Nero did. nor did he expect it to come to him. for better or for worse, Nero is a special case. it could have been her filling a void he hadn't realized existed until she kissed him. until he gave in and had a wayward thought of "this is nice" when she had her bare body against his and they were sweaty, sticky. they were basking in the leftover waves of pleasure that washed over them.
the thought is quieter now but there. he can feel his grow hotter but doesn't push her away. all he can do is hope some God is with him today and nobody interrupts this. being held isn't something that happens to him often. it's only more recently, with Nero, that he has. even then, it was in throes of pleasure or her demanding something of him. not for her to reassure him.
his breathing starts to even when the guilt doesn't crush him like he expects it to. his arms tense to tighten around her more--
BB. they have to cure the curse. she slips from his grasp easily and he steps away, unsure of what to say. though maybe it would be better if he just didn't say. for once, just didn't say anything at all about it.
for once, he lets her pet his ears. not without some sulking and a blush that hasn't faded from an intimate moment he will never mention. his brows furrow and his mouth twists. with a small sigh, he gives up. leaning into her touch.
it could be written off as his thanks for... for being herself, he guesses.]
Ask BB nicely and she might give you a pair of your own. Or you could always try to pet Tamamo's.