psychoshenanigans | Accord // Not Canon

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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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He probably should be thankful that it hadn't gone any number of worse ways that it could have, but... Tek's brain doesn't naturally bend that way. Especially not after he's had some of his fun spoiled.

So, when she brings her mouth to his neck, he automatically tilts his head away. Some things are just hard for him to get over. But, he does take the hand that she was just jabbing at him and pulls it to the side, so he can herd the rest of her close to him again.

"You owe me a new rug."

He's also thinking she owes him more than that, but that's the one he voices.

"Can't you just..."

She turns her head to look back at the door for a moment, probably thinking about those metal men that walk around the tower... But the thought gets lost while she settles back up against Tek's warmness.

"No, fine. I'll get you a new rug."

At first she's mostly content to just rest her head against his chest, but Tek isn't the only one who feels unfairly dragged away from before. Soon she's shifting, bringing one leg around so that she can straddle his waist and bring them even closer.

"So let's go back, okay? ...I'm done with stupid things, I promise."

Though that last bit is kind of slurred, so the promise may not be the strongest it could be.

Another moment to consider--because he can't agree to anything without weighing it first--and he makes a decision.

And it almost seems like it might be a negative sort of decision, when he elbows himself a little more upright against the pillows. He's got this purposeful look on his face, like he just might harass her further about it, pursue it into the ground until he calls the whole thing off.

But, it turns out that it's really just a demanding sort of look.

Sitting up, getting close, he wordlessly slips fingers under the edge of her shirt. And then his hands continue sliding up her sides, pulling fabric along with.

Yeah, they can go back. But he's taking her shirt as a toll.

Tek's met with wide, staring eyes. A look like that snatches her attention right up, making her a sudden deer in headlights. As vulnerable as she is in his "care", not understanding his attention is worse than usual.

His hands are almost encouraging, until the fabric's bunched under her arms and she suddenly realizes--

Her face resumes its now-familiar tinge of red and pink as she tilts back, looks away in discomfort, but reaches across herself to pull her shirt the rest of the way up. It gets thrown somewhere unimportant and she closes the distance again, not liking being... exposed like that.

Robin, the one who never seems insecure about his own body, suddenly wishing she could just hide it like she does her hair. But she promised she was done acting stupid, so she tangles a hand in Tek's hair and does her best to smother her nerves.

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Later on, looking back, he's certainly going to find this all kinds of entertaining. He'll have a good laugh, do some teasing about it...

In this moment, however... the last thing on his mind is how amusing Robin's discomfort is. Right now, it's just an obstacle.

So, he helps her smother her nerves. Or, he tries. Maybe he'll just make it worse.

He lets her retreat against him, helps by pulling her closer. Nuzzling his way into the crook of her neck, he purrs words against her skin--up this close, he imagines it's harder for her to get away from them.

"--You're beautiful. Revel in it."

It's hard to feel beautiful, stuck in the wrong body. Everything's the wrong size. He isn't reacting the way he's used to. He takes up an entirely different space. It's hard to feel anything but awkward and self-conscious all over again.

But Tek says it, and made her look at herself before, and... she wants to believe he's not just saying that to mess with her. And she likes where he's going with his mouth (and kind of wonders, despite her nervousness, what it would feel like...), and that helps.

So instead of just being nervous, she fidgets with her other hand at the hem of his shirt, trying to relax.

"That's not fair. You should take your shirt off too."

Ha, he follows that suggestion as if it'd been a dare.

He's mostly eager to do so because it means that she can't hide quite as close to him, even if only for a minute.

Smirking suddenly, he wriggles away from her, leaning back so he can claim enough elbow room to move. She'll have to fend without cover while he divests himself of his shirt. And once that's done with and tossed after wherever hers went, he's slow to return. Even though she's sitting on his lap, he still manages to somehow sort of slink close again, taking the opportunity to let his eyes go wandering before their chests press together.

"...Better?"

And she watches him, slowly starting to regret her demand. Something about "be careful what you wish for" comes to mind. But she keeps her hands at Tek's shoulders or at her side and waits patiently (and rather drunkenly) for judgement. And when they're together again...

"Ah..." He was warm before, but now it feels almost impossibly so, the rest of the room freezing in comparison. She blushes, but for a different reason.

With a muttered "yes" under her breath, she searches for a grip around his neck again and tries to kiss him like she did before.

Ugh, if he didn't like and want this so much, he wouldn't let her kiss him.

But he'll never grow tired of feeling all that skin against skin. It makes everything easier to forgive. Just being hugged up close like this, going for a whole couple of minutes without being interrupted, improves his mood considerably. He conveys how much he likes it with his hands, dragging them around on the open canvas of her back--alternating between skirting fingertips along the track of her spine and smoothing the flat of his palm over planes and curves.

So, he's happier, if not content. After a minute, he's going right for her neck. He can't help it; the returning impatience has to go somewhere.

He's not mean about it, but he is a little on the insistent side. Detaching from the kiss, he nudges her face to the side, getting his mouth up under her jaw so he can find skin to bully.

The time makes her feel better too, lets her sink into the idea of being comfortable the way she is. And now that he stomach isn't so full of toxins, things feel just a little clearer. She's tired, stressed, rattled... but Tek's making her feel a lot better about it. Reminding her of how bones feel and how nice it is to be touched.

Even if everything's the wrong shape, even if she feels small and different and indescribably inside-out, the minutes help her get comfortable with it--comfortable enough to tilt her head away and let him closer and mewl quietly for the way he can make her feel.

The little sounds are what does it. He has no choice but to respond, purring back, straightening up where he's sitting so that he has more room to work. And he braces her with a hand at her lower back, so she can lean back if she ends up wanting to... because he's shifting his attention a little.

He wants to show Robin how different it is to be female. It's a set of distinctions that he never really gets to explain, being that words and simple observation would never be enough. Girls have more options; it's a different kind of touch that really gets the best reactions.

In some cases, less is more.

So, after he takes away some of that protective closeness and moves back, briefly visiting her collarbone to drag sharp teeth over the ridge there, his touch turns light. Dipping down, he begins to draw a line down her sternum with his tongue, so feather-light and teasing. And that tongue is most definitely inhuman and forked because... well, just trust him on this one.

"Mm..."

Compared to that, the space feels open and caving, vulnerable. But it's not as bad as it could be. There's something being drunk is good for, at least, finally numbing out while she tunes in. Now that she's calmer, now that Tek's being nice.

A little surprised-- "You're..."

But she forgets whatever thought might have been forming when she shudders, shivering and clawingskittering fingernails over the grip she has on his neck, his shoulder. She's trying desperately not to think about why that (and more importantly, the idea of more) feels so good to her, but that doesn't stop it from being the case. A steadying breath closer, she tries to writhe a little closer.

The hand on her lower back pulls her close, grounds her and keeps her pressed near. The other slides up, fingers wandering for a moment, tickling a circleshape over her side before settling splayed out between ribs. He likes the shape of her frame; he likes how much of her he can get one hand around like this, with her so small.

It's mostly just to keep her steady, though. Bracing most of her weight so he can lean her back--just a little. He just wants a tiny bit more space between them.

The shudder is nice. He likes what it tells him. ...He wants to make it worse, though.

So, once he runs out of sternum, he changes direction. And he takes a much more fun path on his way back up--he has things he wants to show her. He takes his time with tongue and breath, brushing over her, following curves.

Hah... No wonder girls like this kind of stuff so much.

It's a good thing he's keeping her steady, since his tongue is only making her squirm worse. She's really torn, halfway between "this is the weirdest fucking thing" and trying to get him to give her more of whatever he's doing.

"More, do that--" She gasps though trying to tell him, "--do that more."

Oh, that catch in her voice.

So far, he'd been doing a good job of holding back any chuckling, but he gives up on that now. It's a very satisfied sound, somewhere deep and dark in his chest. Just so very delighted. It only interrupts him for a moment before he obeys her command, grinning into it.

This is what he's been hoping for. He knew she'd enjoy herself if she just calmed down.

So, he's right where he was earlier, getting restless. The hand at her side stops being such a support when it slips down, fingertips lightly digging down one side of her leg, then drawing impatient lines up along the inside. Just fidgety. Hungry.

And soon he's compelled to move. Pausing in his mouthing, he tips forward with her--hopefully not jostling her too badly if the room is still spinning at all. The last thing he wants is her getting dizzy or distracted now. So, he follows right after her, keeps their space close and doesn't let any of that energy escape.

He settles over her quickly, hunting for her mouth this time. The recent unfortunate incident apparently all but forgotten in the moment.

As unfortunate an incident as it was, consider it already forgotten.

It's in her (technically, his) nature. She got drunk tonight so that she could stop thinking. She does things like this because she wants to forget about the rest of it. Even with her voice all wrong, even with a bundle of nerves where there shouldn't be anything, even with her sizes and feelings all the wrong shapes, she moans with the way he's touching her, tasting her. She rolls her hips, almost involuntarily--lets him know that all of his attention is appreciated by tangling her hands in his hair and trying not to drive her nails in when she pulls him closer.

His hand, the one at her thigh... She's getting a little restless, a mix of nerves and wanting to know... So when she's tilted back, she keeps her eyes closed--shuts out the world around her and makes an unshaped sound into his mouth. She wants to keep him close so that she can move against him again, feel the foreign and familiar shivers that she's starting to ache for.

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