Accord // Not Canon

[flutterthrush]

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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[heresyandlace]

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.

[flutterthrush]

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.

[heresyandlace]

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.

[flutterthrush]

"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.

[heresyandlace]

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.

[flutterthrush]

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."

[heresyandlace]

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.

[flutterthrush]

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.