psychoshenanigans | Accord // Not Canon

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.

That kind of reminds him that she has curves now too.

And he has remapping to do.

So, he starts with her hip, resting a hand there to feel the new feminine shape. Rewiring what he knows of Robin--sensing all the strands and notes of the presence that is so familiar, but wrapped around a completely new form. His hand slides up until he finds skin under the edge of her top, following until his hand is settled at the curve of her waist, fingers curling over the shape of ribs.

He can't get enough of it. It's just what he'd wanted, and... he'd tried, but he can't keep the purr from sounding in his chest now.

She shifts under that touch, deep breath expanding and contracting, shivering a little from something, nerves or excitement or just the way it feels to have a hand slid up her side like that. The closer it gets, it's almost electric.

So the purring is really just assuring, at this point, that she isn't somehow fucking things up still--so she bites at his lip a little, some sort of payback for earlier teeth, maybe. Sloppy, uncoordinated, but Tek made her this way.

Besides, with the warm up... She's no worse at kissing than she is normally, and she is normally pretty fucking good.

That's alright, he's got more coordination for the both of them right now. So strategic.

He plays back, little bites for little bites, busying there while most of his attention lingers somewhere else. Enjoying it, letting her fall into a place where she hopefully isn't busy thinking quite so much, but it's just a step to everything after. His mind is where his hand is still moving, skating up her side until he runs into where the real curves start to happen.

And there he pauses.

Leaning back just enough to break the kiss, he hovers there, mouth a breath from hers. Lightly smiling and looking for her eyes.

It's weird, but almost not weird enough to notice. That's why she looks so confused (and a little dazed) when she finally finds his eyes. Why did he stop? It was so nice...

Somewhere in there she realizes she's really fucking drunk, but it's not like there's anything she can do about it. It's not like she really... cares, at this point.

She glances down at Tek's hand up her shirt and idly peels one of her own hands away from his shoulders. She finds his hand through her shirt and prompts him along further.

"...so weird..." Just a little something muttered as she tries to decide what she thinks.

No one could ever accuse him of not being capable of manners. He just had to check, and she does more than enough to grant him permission.

So, he covers whatever she's muttering with another kiss-- a soft press against her lips this time, much more measured and lingering. There is thought behind this. It's the way you should kiss a woman.

Meanwhile, he obeys her prompting. His touch is light, fingers conforming to the shape of her as his hand slips up between cloth and skin. Smoothing over every detail of her form until the ridge of collarbone is under his fingertips, and then back down again, committing a wealth of exciting new information to memory.

Even with Tek's assurances, she wasn't expecting to be treated so nicely. The kiss surprises, almost startles her. From someone like him, well... He has a way of making her feel like he means it.

Then then there's his touch, how warm his hands are, how it seems so vivid in this new body. It's strange and foreign and so much more exciting than she thought it would be. It's there in the way she takes deeper breaths and starts to move her shoulders. She's trying for up.

"That feels really good..." --words spoken into the mouth of the other, maybe slurred around between a kiss and intoxication.

"I told you..." rumbling the words along the side of her face as he moves his lips to her neck again. Gloating maybe just a little.

Seeing her enjoying herself really is encouragement in itself--it makes all that previous hassle and coercion worth it. She's convinced, so he gets to play.

And he doesn't let an inch of skin go untouched. It's a conversation, showing her all the little things that he likes from personal experience. Keeping his touch light still, only a little of a building voracity starting to sneak through.

And the more Robin starts to get used to it, starts to understand her own shapes and the way it all feels, the more she starts to like it. And the more she starts to like it, the more noise she starts to make. Little 'ah's between breaths, a hum as she presses the back of Tek's head, wanting him to pay more attention to her neck, too.

Her other hand goes wandering for want of something to do, first absently charting over her own curves before she reaches up to feel for Tek--hand wandering down his chest and over his side and down to--

Too short. She can't reach.

Motherfucker.

With a very girlish whine, she pushes up at Tek a little before suddenly flipping him over onto his back. She rolls over with him, almost rolling off entirely--

"--Ha, whoops--"

And clambering back on top of him. Things may have gotten a little dislodged in the process, but she makes up for it quick--pressing her breasts up against him and reaching down to see what gender he's picked out for the moment.

Goodness.

After that, he should be female just to give her a hard time. As revenge.

But, he's not. He's decidedly male, and he probably couldn't help that fact if he tried. He'd been secretly hoping for a day when Robin would inexplicably become female... and it probably shows.

"Don't fall..."

Even though she's already caught herself, pressing against him for even more stability and already finding something to occupy herself with, his hands come up to her hips to steady her.

And there he just stays for a minute--absolutely amused. Delighted, excited, fingers raking down her thighs.

She stays on her course for a while, eyes closed and concentrating on feeling her way along Tek--similarly delighted by what she finds there. It's not often enough that she gets to indulge in this particular way.

So she does her best, of course, kissbiting at his collar because she can't quite reach up to his mouth this way, stroking his length with a mastery that can only be learned from lots of practice (because it definitely isn't the alcohol).

But then she starts... leaning. Opens her eyes, wobbles in the other direction, starts making a face and takes her hand back. She'll be fine, she thinks she's got it. She's just going to take a second to pull herself together and why is the room turning like that.

"Haaaaaang on." --is the only thing she manages before she takes the last of her grip on the situation to roll away from Tek, off the bed, and onto the floor with an unceremonious thunk. For a second it looks like she's going to try to get up, but the momentum pushes her over the edge and she ends up, very unfortunately, throwing up right on the ground in front of her.

If anyone's looking for a bright side, at least it's mostly alcohol.

He was having a really good time. His eyes had also slipped closed, because yes-- this isn't an arrangement he's able to capitalize on very often. Not here, not like this.

So, he's wound up. Fingers starting to curl harder into where they're perched, considering moving to further wander and explore and educate, considering just flipping her back over and taking the reins from her again. There's a building hungry growl in his throat...

When she suddenly interrupts everything.

There's a hiss between his teeth, incredulous, when she just... abandons him.

And then--

No.

"What--" ...No.

He rolls over, mind kind of jamming up with the effort to drastically switch gears, pulling himself to the edge of the bed so he can visually confirm what he's hearing. "...Ugh."

This can't be happening.

A matching "ugh" makes its way out of Robin--at least the place didn't give her long hair to have to shove out of the way, she supposes.

"Sorry..." She wobbles up to her feet, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. "Gross..."

And then, as if her original plan had not been interrupted in the slightest by her throwing up on the floor, she wobbles her way towards the bathroom (bumping into a table on the way with an apathetic "ow" attached) and shuts the door behind her.

So yes. If Tek thought it was unfortunate to have been abandoned before, the sound of running water makes it obvious that he has just been even more abandoned.

And so, he is left--frustratingly, infuriatingly--alone.

There's a low, growling groan, starting when he hears a bump and clatter of her running into something and causing a short chain reaction of shiny metallic things to fall over, and continuing when he hears the sound of rushing water.

...Really??

So he's just stuck... waiting.

And, after a couple of minutes... maybe also reevaluating some things. Or, at least beginning to consider a couple aspects of this situation, like the fact that he might carry some of the blame for what just happened to his floor.

Maybe.

Eventually the sound of water stops and she emerges from the bathroom again. She's not wearing shoes or socks anymore, but that's probably not related to whatever she was doing in there. It's more likely something that just rammed into her train of thought while she was busy trying to get the disgusting taste out of her mouth.

She's... better, now. Less wobbly. She gives a wide berth to the mess on the floor and weaves between the furniture with a little more clarity. Her face is... apologetic, when she climbs back up onto the bed to get near Tek again.

"...Sorry."

It's like he doesn't trust her when she returns, judging by the look on his face that so sharply contrasts how he'd been before.

Just so unamused, pushing himself up a little on the pillows behind him.

"...Better?"

Like she really could have helped the mess that he's steadily dragged her into.

"...Yeah. But that wasn't... All my fault."

She reaches over to rest a steady (if not drunkenly navigated) hand on his far shoulder. As much as she doesn't deserve to be treated as such, considering she hardly did anything, she looks as though she's silently asking for permission.

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