psychoshenanigans | Accord // Not Canon

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tekhetsio

Accord // Not Canon

I'm sure Tek is having a wonderful early morning, doing whatever it is that he does.

Robin was having a good morning too! He got pretty hilariously drunk out in town, managed to drag his ass back to the tram just in time to catch the last one, and was ready to hit up one of his bedmates in a relatively good mood.

That was, of course, he started feeling weird when he got in the tower. He kind of dismissed it as maybe having had too much to drink, but that doesn't hold up for long. Windows act a lot like mirrors when they're front-lit and it's dark outside. Around the time Robin notices herself in the mirror is about when Tek hears the sudden, girlish screaming.

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She sinks down into the pillows underneath her, because her survival skills aren't at their peak right now. Her instinct is just to get... away... and not be touching her anymore.

"It's not-- Not that, I just--" She stumbles over her words, and her face might as well be considered near-permanently tinged with pink at this point. "I just don't--" She just has no idea what to do.

As soon as Robin stops squirming away, she's getting comfortable again, utterly ignoring any recoiling going on. She's focusing on the blushing, the hilarious panicky looks, the mental images of these expressions pasted onto the male Robin's face.

"--Don't what?"

Come on, explain it. And do it quickly, because she might be sneaking in toward her neck again.

She makes a sound, a whine. Her freaking out is just getting worse. Having Kett settled on top of her is just too much for her to take in right now. In a moment of panic, she shoves at the other girl to try and get her off.

"I don't know, okay!?" Nearly shouted, all worked up, "I... I don't know what I'm doing, so just fucking--c-cut it out, all right?"

She rolls off when she's shoved, letting herself flop over onto her back and just lay there for few moments. She's only a little put off, though. There's an audible sigh, but she's pretty quick to mostly get over it. She can put on the brakes and switch tactics, as much as she hates to.

When she pushes herself back up, leaning propped back on her arms, she waits until Robin's looking her way to change back. Swapping out this appearance for the one that Robin is generally more familiar--and hopefully more comfortable--with.

"...Is this a little better?"

She pauses, looks at him. Quiets down again. "...Yeah."

But she's still not all right, not at all. She's shaking again. Maybe Tek remembers from the last time. Robin knows she's making it worse, she knows she's ruining everything, even if Tek is being mean about it. She just wants her own body back, that's all.

"...I'm sorry." She lowers her head, but at least doesn't turn away. "This is stupid."

Yeah, he remembers. He's seen this a couple of times now, unfortunately. But, as problematic as it is, it has given him some practice on how to deal with it, at least.

So, he postpones encroaching again--stays where he is and just moves out an arm to motion for her.

"Just come here. ...I'm trying to help."

Trying to help. All right. She can believe that, if only for right now. She feels like apologizing again, but doesn't. She also feels like curling up into a little ball of insecurity and self-pity, but she doesn't do that either. Instead she slouches forward, tries to get her shit together through the alcohol that's still buzzing away, and eventually crawls over to Tek's side and cozies on up beside him.

That she doesn't mind. And it does make her feel better.

"Just... Let me get used to it. I'm really scared, all right?"

She won't remember saying that ten minutes from now. Maybe five, given that she pulls herself up by his shoulder again to leans in and kiss him.

'Scared.' ...Huh.

Hearing her admit that reminds him to behave himself a little bit longer. So, he doesn't perpetuate anything just yet, even after she kisses him. Just returns the gesture, keeps it nice, and then ruffles his fingers into her hair.

"You don't need to be." He doesn't repeat the word, though. Doesn't want to remind her, even though she just said it.

"You can relax. Nothing bad is going to happen here."

She was expecting something weird, something she doesn't recognize, but the kiss feels pretty much exactly like it always does. And that, even more than his words, is very encouraging.

So she sits there for a moment, tension already dissolving the comfier she gets. It's like she could just... melt into him, he's so warm.

Which is distracting. She giggles a little, trying to pick off her gloves.

The giggle is a good sign. It pulls his attention--he'd been thinking about some things, don't mind him--and he tilts his head.

He also idly reaches to help with those gloves. Whether he actually manages to help tug them off, or just gets in the way and fumbles her up, he doesn't mind either way.

"What's that about?"

She does stumble over his fingers, but seems to like the idea of getting help with them. Instead of trying, she just offers up her hand so that he can do the work for her.

"Noooo, I was just thinking. I probably smell like a bar right now."

Not completely true. Her breath smells like she's been drinking, but the rest of her smells pretty good. Barely even like cigarette smoke, this time. Maybe she'd been being good.

"So, sorry... But I was also thinking you're really warm."

"I suppose I'll forgive you."

He obliges with tugging off her gloves and setting them neatly off to the side, and then moves to help her out of her jacket whether she seems like she wants to keep it on or not. It's all in the name of getting her more comfortable however, so he's nice about it, and is ready to go right back to being that warm place to sidle up to.

"And I was thinking that you're really soft."

She looked a little... unsure about the jacket, but given how she examines herself once her jacket is off, it's probably just because she hadn't really seen her own arms yet.

She does snuggle back up to him. Again, initially hesitant... but perfectly fine once she realizes that sitting up against him like this doesn't feel all that different than it does when she's, you know, a he.

"Soft, really?" She laughs better at that one. "I've never heard that before."

He smirks, but keeps most of his comments to himself. Instead, he goes for one of her hands again. Marveling at it like he had before, but resting the very tips of his fingers in her palm and tracing slow ticklish lines.

And while he's there, he feels for the heady thrum of alcohol in her blood. It actually takes quite a bit of concentration to only pull on it a little. He's more suited for just poisoning, flooding a system with toxicity until blatant harm is caused. It's a very delicate matter to only increase it a tiny bit--she has a lighter system like this, and he doesn't want to alarm her. Ideally, if he's careful enough, maybe she won't even notice that he's playing.

So, he sounds half distracted when he answers, because he very much is.

"Well, you are. It's nice."

She really doesn't notice. She is, perhaps ironically, too drunk to notice.

But she only hums in response, agreeing that it's nice, slowly starting to feel heavier and more blurry. But she attributes that to how she's finally calming down, and how nice and warm Tek feels next to her, and the lines along her hand are almost hypnotic--when she's trying not to twitch or curl up her fingers with how it tickles.

Perfect, perfect. He congratulates himself on a job well done, and finally stops poisoning her.

The motion of his fingers stop as well, moving to cradle around hers instead, carrying them up so he can press a kiss to the heel of her hand. And then, a moment later, another on the delicate skin of her wrist.

Just as light, just as tickling.

Her fingers flinch like she expects him to bite her. She even looks kind of surprised when he doesn't, looking at his face through strangely unfocused eyes.

That is when she starts to notice that she's suddenly more drunk.

"H-Hey... Did you...?"

Oh, can't have any of that now. His eyes briefly flick up from her wrist when she starts to clumsily level a question at him.

No no, dear. Keep your attention here.

So, he does bite her. Just a little. Teeth gently scrape over the sensitive nerves there, while he breathes a contented hum against her skin. Looking to make little distracting sparks, he carries the tickling he'd done on her palm, his fingertips starting to ghost the route of nerves up the rest of her arm.

"Aah..." --Sufficiently distracted.

Normally she'd be able to follow what he's doing, but she's much smaller, now. Nothing is quite in the right place. It's absorbing to have such precise attention. Much better than before.

She suddenly shudders and laughs again when Tek finds a spot near her elbow-- "What are you doing?"

It is precise attention. There is a veil of numbing alcohol that he has to work through, so he's looking to excite nerves with a surgeon's precision.

His only answer is a laugh to compliment hers, deeper and more devious in tone. Don't worry, dear. He knows what he's doing. So he ignores her and continues along, tagging a few teasing kisses slowly along the underside of her arm, then sneaking up for one on her shoulder--lacing that one with teeth. All the while his fingers trace like feathers up the back of her arm, all the way to sweep hair away from her jaw.

It's all so that by the time he reaches her neck, finally settling into that little perfect place beneath her ear with lips and tongue and teeth, there will be electricity wound up there and waiting for him.

And by that time, she's almost completely forgotten her earlier reservations. Eyes closed, she tilts her head with a lost, quiet sound, breath hitching with the way it feels. Shifts her legs, a little tense, and reaches up to fumble for his neck--curling up unfamiliar fingers in his hair.

Yes, yes, yes. She likes this.

See? He'd tried to tell her. Nothing to worry about, just like he'd said.

He lingers at her neck, slipping one strap off her shoulder so he has more room to work. He keeps all the attention there while he shifts around to take up more space over her--visiting her collarbone before sneaking back up, seeking with the edges of his teeth at her ear, seeing if he can find another ticklish place to make her squirm.

And she tries not to squirm, because everything's finally starting to feel so nice, and she doesn't want to ruin it... But Tek finds a spot that makes her squeak and scrunch up her shoulder and start giggling even worse than she was before.

"Hey, cut it out...!" But she's saying that through a laugh, even when she tries to move her neck away. "You keep doing that on purpose!"

He is doing it on purpose, and another rumbly chuckle says as much.

The squeak just kills him. He's going to have to get Robin for that one, later. If there is a later. He assumes there will be, and that's enough.

He nips once--maybe twice--at her neck before he finally moves, settling closer and hunting for her lips with his.

She's smiling, giggling, feeling better. This is good.

It's very good. He can only be so careful for so long, before his patience starts to run out.

Another noise, surprise--but that's because she's having trouble watching how Tek is moving. Suddenly swept up in a kiss, she hums happily and wraps her arms around his shoulders.

--Until she's startled (another noise) and reminded that she's got cleavage, now. She hadn't expected anything there to be pressed up against Tek, but now they are, so. After a moment of looking kind of confused at the whole thing, she shoves it aside in favor of pressing kisses back at him.

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