Considering what Slaine tends to wear, there really is something sweet and virginal about the bra that Robin has. She goes from about to toss the shirt aside to setting it down in a loose kind of fold, almost settling into an accordion, to reaching out to trace her fingertips over the line of lace where Robin's arms don't cover them. Up along the straps, ghosting over the line of her knuckles. ]
Fair is fair, right? [ And then she draws away, crossing her arms with her hands down at the bottom of her own tanktop, armholes torn wide in the sides. It already exposes her bra, but now she pulls the shirt off and over her head, tossing that aside with more carelessness than Robin's top.
Unlike her pure, white bra, it's a see-through lace bra, black in color and leaving nothing to the imagination. ]
[ this is?!? really happening right now?? robin turns even redder, covering her mouth with her hands like she just said something totally sinful--and also because she's fairly embarrassed that that just came out of her mouth. ]
[ Okay - that gets a laugh out of Slaine, now, and she shrugs the bra off and drops it over the side of the bed. Since there's literally no more use for it anymore. ]
That all you have to say? [ Hands freed again, she reaches out to smooth her hands up her waist, thumbs sweeping over the curve of her hips. She's soft, pale skin, and the contrast of tan and freckles is immediate and stark, and Slaine loves it. Made all the more obvious as she gently bonks their foreheads together for a second. ]
I don't really know what else to say. [ robin admits, eventually, still pink in the face as she manages to tear her gaze away. she's still speaking from behind her hands, and it takes her a minute to relax again, sucking in a breath so slaine can feel the movement when she moves towards her ribs.
she exhales, slowly, and shuts her eyes with the bonk, a little bit of a smile on her face. ] I guess I'm new at this.
You guess, huh. [ Leaning in that little bit more, Slaine kisses the side of her face, a peck to her cheek that becomes a press of a kiss to the corner of her mouth afterwards. Like she can trail them all across her skin, marks of affection everywhere. ] Yeah, I'd say so, Robs.
[ Higher and higher, she kisses against her smile itself, now, her hands rising as well. She feels perfect, even as her nerves thrum in her. But by contrast, Slaine is calm and constant. The soft fabric of her bra is under her fingertips again, and she follows it around to the back, thumbs sliding beneath it to brush against skin. ]
Oh--shush. [ that's the best she can do, flustered, but she ends up giggling as the kisses start, affectionate and pure. robin never would've pictured--well, any of this--but definitely not slaine being so sweet. like always, she manages to surprise her, and robin takes that sweet moment between them to kiss her back.
it's soft and sweet, more innocent than anything else, but robin definitely likes kissing slaine, so. she's happy to do so, some of the tension in her shoulders relaxing slowly, even as slaine's hands move around her bra strap.
after all, she's committed to this happening, and there's not a person in this world who's ever made her feel as safe as slaine does. ]
[ They've been through a lot, on the road to this happiness. They're still going through a great deal more than they'd ever have wagered they'd have to face, but the two of them - Student G-99 and Student Council 1, Slaine and Robin - have gone through a lot to grow into what they are now. Robin has frustrated her in endless numbers, but at the same time... she lets her show her softer side, the same one she shows to the stupid dog that got them into this mess in the first place.
She makes her protective, more than anything else. And, god, is Slaine trying to be the person her parents were raising her to be, before their deaths, for this person.
Even if she teases her. Taking one hand away from where she's toying with her bra straps, she takes one of Robin's and positions it against Slaine's waist. It's chaste - for now. But it's encouraging. ]
robin lets slaine take her hand, guiding it down to her waist. her skin is really soft, and if robin looks close enough, she can see all of her freckles, spilled like brown sugar over her tan skin. it's really beautiful, actually, but she stops any words from falling out of her mouth without permission, thankfully.
slaine has an unfortunate way of making her do that. she's changed robin for the better, though, and she's felt that way for a long time. her fingers curl against her waist, and she kisses her with a little less chastity, leaning forward a little bit into her. the fingers of her other hand move up, curling gently in the longer parts of her hair. ]
[ The hand in her hair is a lot of progress for one little bird. Slaine would tease her proudly if she wasn't distracted by the kisses, but she focuses on that, on the fact there's a little more intent to the kiss now. Fingers brushing over her delicate knuckles, she returns her hand up, but, this time, goes to cup her cheek. With each press of lips, all of the warmth that comes from the points of contact...
It sends a lot more heat through her, down into the pit of her stomach and weaving through her ribs. These aren't really feelings she expected to have for someone like Robin, honestly, but here they are regardless. Here she is regardless, sweeping her thumb over Robin's cheek as she reaches her other hand around to slide the strap of her bra down her shoulder.
Testing the waters. Seeing what her reaction might be. ]
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Considering what Slaine tends to wear, there really is something sweet and virginal about the bra that Robin has. She goes from about to toss the shirt aside to setting it down in a loose kind of fold, almost settling into an accordion, to reaching out to trace her fingertips over the line of lace where Robin's arms don't cover them. Up along the straps, ghosting over the line of her knuckles. ]
Fair is fair, right? [ And then she draws away, crossing her arms with her hands down at the bottom of her own tanktop, armholes torn wide in the sides. It already exposes her bra, but now she pulls the shirt off and over her head, tossing that aside with more carelessness than Robin's top.
Unlike her pure, white bra, it's a see-through lace bra, black in color and leaving nothing to the imagination. ]
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staring, a little opened mouthed, her face still red. ]
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And then she reaches to the front clasp of the bra, pinching the hooks between thumb and forefinger, and unlatches it.
Hello. ]
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[ this is?!? really happening right now?? robin turns even redder, covering her mouth with her hands like she just said something totally sinful--and also because she's fairly embarrassed that that just came out of her mouth. ]
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That all you have to say? [ Hands freed again, she reaches out to smooth her hands up her waist, thumbs sweeping over the curve of her hips. She's soft, pale skin, and the contrast of tan and freckles is immediate and stark, and Slaine loves it. Made all the more obvious as she gently bonks their foreheads together for a second. ]
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she exhales, slowly, and shuts her eyes with the bonk, a little bit of a smile on her face. ] I guess I'm new at this.
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[ Higher and higher, she kisses against her smile itself, now, her hands rising as well. She feels perfect, even as her nerves thrum in her. But by contrast, Slaine is calm and constant. The soft fabric of her bra is under her fingertips again, and she follows it around to the back, thumbs sliding beneath it to brush against skin. ]
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it's soft and sweet, more innocent than anything else, but robin definitely likes kissing slaine, so. she's happy to do so, some of the tension in her shoulders relaxing slowly, even as slaine's hands move around her bra strap.
after all, she's committed to this happening, and there's not a person in this world who's ever made her feel as safe as slaine does. ]
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She makes her protective, more than anything else. And, god, is Slaine trying to be the person her parents were raising her to be, before their deaths, for this person.
Even if she teases her. Taking one hand away from where she's toying with her bra straps, she takes one of Robin's and positions it against Slaine's waist. It's chaste - for now. But it's encouraging. ]
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robin lets slaine take her hand, guiding it down to her waist. her skin is really soft, and if robin looks close enough, she can see all of her freckles, spilled like brown sugar over her tan skin. it's really beautiful, actually, but she stops any words from falling out of her mouth without permission, thankfully.
slaine has an unfortunate way of making her do that. she's changed robin for the better, though, and she's felt that way for a long time. her fingers curl against her waist, and she kisses her with a little less chastity, leaning forward a little bit into her. the fingers of her other hand move up, curling gently in the longer parts of her hair. ]
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It sends a lot more heat through her, down into the pit of her stomach and weaving through her ribs. These aren't really feelings she expected to have for someone like Robin, honestly, but here they are regardless. Here she is regardless, sweeping her thumb over Robin's cheek as she reaches her other hand around to slide the strap of her bra down her shoulder.
Testing the waters. Seeing what her reaction might be. ]