[it won't be a manner of speaking for too long. don't worry.
Robin can't fight the quiet grin that spreads across his face before he lets his tongue slide against hers. nor can he fight the sound he makes in the back of his throat, the tightening of his grip on her hips, once they meet and he tastes her. he can't put his finger on it exactly but it's sweet. it's good.
he was the one to kiss her first but she's holding true on her admittance. she does want to kiss him. while her hips are nice to grab and all, he has a better idea. they slide down her thighs and, sure, he has to bend down a little but it's not a big deal. not when he scoops her up from behind the knee and lifts her to wrap her legs around his hips.
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Robin can't fight the quiet grin that spreads across his face before he lets his tongue slide against hers. nor can he fight the sound he makes in the back of his throat, the tightening of his grip on her hips, once they meet and he tastes her. he can't put his finger on it exactly but it's sweet. it's good.
he was the one to kiss her first but she's holding true on her admittance. she does want to kiss him. while her hips are nice to grab and all, he has a better idea. they slide down her thighs and, sure, he has to bend down a little but it's not a big deal. not when he scoops her up from behind the knee and lifts her to wrap her legs around his hips.
squeal likely in 3, 2, 1...]