( maybe it's his poor attempt at a joke. the furthest from charming. no dignity to be had, either, in implying she'd call out someone else's name in bed. in the short period of time that she's learning what makes aki aki, these fundamental truths are what she has to go by.
she knows all of that, right down to the pitter-patter of his current feelings, and it still doesn't really prepare her at all. robin blinks big and owlishly at the suggestion and doesn't catch on for a delayed beat. it takes a moment for the sheer idea of it to register, and then another two for her to react to it. )
...no, I don't think I'll do that, Mr. Hayakawa. ( so she says, shocked back into a hostess's polite mannerisms in the lilt of her riposte, a little pink in the face and maybe slightly defensive because what else is she to say about that...? and while she'd already been halfway to perching between his legs, no less?
but she's learning. there's no graceful way to initiate a one-night stand — is that really what this is? — or to figure out the laces of her corset now that it's as form-fitting as latex on her body, or to kick off her heels so that they don't drop onto the carpet with a mood-ruining clunk of noise as the mattress dips and squeaks under the weight of her stocking-clad knee. all of these distractions, and aki still looks at her with a strange patience. a kind sort of focus. and she already knows that none of this comes very naturally to him either.
to be honest, he does remind her of someone — but that's where the similarities must end. where aki had looked at her and saw a devil, robin had felt his odd warmth and had seen an — )
I'm not so much an angel, either, that I would want you to think of someone else right now, if I can help it...
( she offers honestly, and maybe it comes off soft and unsure even in the note of her own quiet assurance, because her gloved hands are still trailing aimlessly over the plane of aki's stomach until she's palming the edge of his waistband, fingers hooked there at his slacks again as she considers her next step.
wonders, idly, if he'd fall back onto the mattress the rest of the way if she pushed on his shoulder, even as she's already doing it. )
... I could... use it over your clothes, if you'd prefer.
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she knows all of that, right down to the pitter-patter of his current feelings, and it still doesn't really prepare her at all. robin blinks big and owlishly at the suggestion and doesn't catch on for a delayed beat. it takes a moment for the sheer idea of it to register, and then another two for her to react to it. )
...no, I don't think I'll do that, Mr. Hayakawa. ( so she says, shocked back into a hostess's polite mannerisms in the lilt of her riposte, a little pink in the face and maybe slightly defensive because what else is she to say about that...? and while she'd already been halfway to perching between his legs, no less?
but she's learning. there's no graceful way to initiate a one-night stand — is that really what this is? — or to figure out the laces of her corset now that it's as form-fitting as latex on her body, or to kick off her heels so that they don't drop onto the carpet with a mood-ruining clunk of noise as the mattress dips and squeaks under the weight of her stocking-clad knee. all of these distractions, and aki still looks at her with a strange patience. a kind sort of focus. and she already knows that none of this comes very naturally to him either.
to be honest, he does remind her of someone — but that's where the similarities must end. where aki had looked at her and saw a devil, robin had felt his odd warmth and had seen an — )
I'm not so much an angel, either, that I would want you to think of someone else right now, if I can help it...
( she offers honestly, and maybe it comes off soft and unsure even in the note of her own quiet assurance, because her gloved hands are still trailing aimlessly over the plane of aki's stomach until she's palming the edge of his waistband, fingers hooked there at his slacks again as she considers her next step.
wonders, idly, if he'd fall back onto the mattress the rest of the way if she pushed on his shoulder, even as she's already doing it. )
... I could... use it over your clothes, if you'd prefer.