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heavens-crown · 19 days ago

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And They Were Neighbors Pt.4

Warnings: 18+, heavy petting, sir kink, angst. fluff, Minors DNI

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“A train derailed?” Delilah was stunned. She knew train derailments were bound to happen but jesus.

“Apparently, I gotta head down there, they're going to want all hands on deck.” Robbied said apologetically. Mock frowning at him she simply grabbed his phone and inputted her number.

“First off don’t apologize, second off if you need anything just call me ya?” Delilah’s heart was racing. This was the most forward she had ever been with a man and she wasn’t quite sure how it would be received.

“Thank you Delilah, I’ll more than likely take you up on it.” Robby chuckled. Kissing her forehead he scooted past her to get ready. “Stay away from knives for the rest of the day.”

Feeling rooted to the spot she stared at the door he had just clicked shut behind him. Gently touching her forehead she felt as if her whole body was warm. Ok so maybe he really was flirting with her. Sitting back down on the couch she did the one thing that made sense. She called Cherry.

“Girl you are not going to fucking believe what’s happened.”

Arriving at the pit Robby took a moment to look around. People were swarming everywhere getting patients moved upstairs, nurses and residents getting PPE pulled on. He took a moment to search for Jack, finding him talking to Gloria. Oh Joy. Jack spotted him and began briskly walking toward him.

“Thank christ you’re here, admin has been driving me up a wall.” Jack yanked Robby into a hug before pulling back. Snorting quietly Robby just shook his head. He knew better than anyone that Jack was prone to his micro outbursts.

“Any idea how bad it is?” He asked. Quickly getting into his own PPE Robby glanced around taking stock of who was here. Jack shook his head shrugging into his gear.

“No clue but from what we’ve heard initial reports aren’t looking bad but not great either. Apparently it was a cargo train that derailed and went into a building.” Jack said.

“At this point I'll take what I can get.” Sirens were approaching the hospital. Everyone stood ready for what was about to be a chaotic few hours.

Eight hours had passed since Robby arrived at the hospital and it had been a shit show. There were more victims than initially thought, some were injured so gravely that it’d be a miracle if they survived the night. The worst had been a little girl who had been crushed by rubble. Robby shoved it to the back of his mind. He couldn’t afford to think about it too hard or he’d crumble. Things had slowed down significantly with anyone who was critical being taken care of and moved to surgery or wherever they needed to be more. Taking a moment to drink some water he felt like he was under water. His ears were ringing and no matter how much water he drank it felt like his mouth was full of cotton. It took him a moment to realize Jack had been talking to him.

“I’m sorry man, what did you say?” He asked. Jack watched him with a concerned look on his face.

“I asked if you were ready to get out of here. Night shift just rolled in so we’re good to dip.” Jack was watching him with that look that said whatever excuse he came up with would be met with Jack’s classic ‘bullshit’ stare.

“Uh ya, just give me like ten minutes?” Robby asked. Thankfully Jack didn’t ask for details and simply nodded. Walking into the staff lounge Robby sat down at the table staring into space. Part of him wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back out. The other part of him wanted to call Delilah despite the fact that it was already seven pm. The urge to call her won out and he was yanking his phone out of his pocket and pressing her contact. It rang three times before she answered.

“Hello?” Delilah answered. Hearing her voice after this hellish shift felt like a balm on his mind.

“Hey Delilah, it’s uh Robby.” Robby said.

“Oh hey! Sorry I didn’t check my caller ID when you rang. You getting off shift?” God she was so bright and bubbly. Suddenly Robby felt as if he even breathed wrong everything would come crashing down.

“Ya I am. I actually wanted to see if you’d be ok with me coming over? It’s just today…” Robby hesitated trying to find the right words. Delilah however didn’t skip a beat.

“You’re always welcome over, in fact I am making some spaghetti and garlic bread for din-din as we speak. Since I can never portion pasta out correctly I'm definitely going to need some help eating it all.” She laughed. With that Robby felt his muscles relax and he released a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding.

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes if thats ok?” Robby asked. Delilah chuckled on the other end of the line.

“That’s fine with me. I’ll see you when you get here.” With that she hung up. Letting out a breath Robby leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So who’s Delilah?” Jack asked from the doorway. Robby stood up grabbing his backpack from the floor.

“She’s my neighbor,” he said simply. And right on cue was Jacks ‘bullshit’ stare.

“Right. A neighbor that you’re almost begging to spend time with when you won’t even get a beer with me after a rough shift.” Jacked nodded to himself as if he had found the answer to a math problem. Robby rolled his eyes gesturing for Jack to head out of the lounge. Waving bye to the nurses and residents he found himself trudging toward the exit.

“She just moved into the apartment next to me. She’s young so while I may like something to happen I can’t just rely on body cues to assume she also wants something,” Robby said. Jack stared at him almost stunned for a moment.

“Ok tell me everything from the beginning,” He said. With a sigh Robby began recounting the past 24 hours.

Delilah moved about her kitchen listening to music from her speaker. Her call with Cherry had been rather interesting, which meant it had been Cherry encouraging her to do crazy shit. Humming to herself she added the pasta sauce to the meat simmering in the pan. While that combined she went about draining the noodles and getting the garlic bread out of the oven. Just as she added the noodles to the sauce there were three sharp knocks at her door. Putting the pot back down on the stove she made her way to the door, opening it to find an exhausted Robby.

“Hey! Come on in, you want anything to drink? I made a run to the store and got some wine to pair with the spaghetti,” She walked back into the kitchen while he dropped his backpack by the door.

“Glass of wine sounds good. Or three.” He sounded exhausted. Humming along to the song she poured them both a glass of red wine. “I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time.” Delilah frowned at him. She set the glass down in front of him and simply looked at him. Then she flicked him in the forehead.

“What did I say about apologizing? You aren’t really taking up any of my time. I got a ton of work done today while you were out saving lives,” She smiled and walked back to the kitchen to plate up their food.

“Did you have to flick me?” Robby grumbled. Shaking her head Delilah set his plate down in front of him. Sitting across from him at the table she gave him her most angelic smile.

“I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t spout stupid shit,” She quipped. He shook his head and dug into his plate of food. They ate in comfortable silence, the music providing good background noise to cover the sounds of eating and forks clicking on plates.

“What did you do today? You stay away from knives?” Robby asked quietly. Laughing, she finished her bite of garlic bread before answering.

“Well right after you left I did about six or so hours of work, ran out of charts to code so I decided to go to the store to get stuff for dinner. After that I went through all the requests for the art commissions and then started on dinner.” She said, Robby raised an eyebrow at her answer.

“Sounds like you had a busy day. Any crazy art requests?” He asked. Delilah snorted and nodded her head.

“Oh you wouldn’t believe the requests I get. Today I got a request for an OC and mothman in a BDSM dungeon,” Seeing the slightly horrified look on his face made Delilah laugh.

“Mothman?” Was all he could get out. Delilah laughed harder especially when she saw that he still looked completely befuddled.

“Believe it or not, that isn’t the weirdest thing I've ever been requested to draw,” Delilah took a drink of her wine. “You want to talk about your day or would you rather we just veg out on the couch and watch Bridgerton with me?” Robby blew out a harsh breath rubbing the back of his neck.

“You promise I'm not being a burden?” Delilah glared at him.

“I’m going to punch you the next time you say something stupid like that,” She declared. Biting back a laugh Robby sighed and gave her a small smile.

“Are you always this violent with your friends?” He grumbled. Before she could respond he stood and grabbed the plates from the table. Sitting back cradling her glass of wine Delilah smiled at him. His grumpy tone made her stomach twist in a pleasant way.

“Yes Sir, now that you’re officially my friend all bets are off.” Shooting him another smile she stood, refilling their glasses so they could move to the couch.

Jesus christ she’s going to be the death of me, Robby thought. Hearing her say ‘yes sir’ in that sweet as honey tone made his stomach clench and he had to try to think of anything else so he wouldn’t pop a random erection like a hormonal teenager. As they sat on the couch she sat close to him and began getting Bridgerton up on the TV. He took a small sip of his win before settling it on the coffee table.

“So give me a breakdown of Bridgerton, what's it about?” He asked. Delilah lit up and began rapid fire, throwing information at him. Truthfully he didn’t hear everything she said he was too busy watching her. Her eyes were bright and a smile accentuated her full lips, she was so animated when talking about something as simple as a TV show it helped the knots in Robby’s chest loosen. As the show started he found himself watching her more than the show. Throughout the episodes she would interject her own commentary on the characters or the plot. It was refreshing being able to just sit there and not be expected to solve someone's problems. It took him a moment to realize she was talking to him and not just about the show.

“I love slow burns like this but I know that if I were in a situation like this I’d go crazy,” she said. “Like I don’t want someone to pine after me for years and then do some crazy proclamation of love. That shits tedious ya know?” She was looking up at him with a small smile on her face. The wine had a bit of a flush staining her cheeks and at some point her hair had come out of its ponytail and now framed her face. He wasn’t sure what spurred him on in the moment, if it was the alcohol clouding his judgment or the fact that with her so close he could smell the hint of vanilla from her lotion or some divine being forcing his hand. But the next thing he knew Robby had one hand cradling her cheek while he kissed her.

Delilah gasped into the kiss and tensed for the briefest moment. Before he could pull away and apologize she kissed him back eagerly nipping at his bottom lip. A groan rumbled in his chest as he sunk his hand into her hair at her nape. She moved, never breaking the kiss to straddle his lap and settle herself there. Everything about her overwhelmed his senses, the way she ran her fingers through his hair lightly scraping her nails against his scalp. How her tits pressed to his chest as she tried to get as close to him as she could. The smell of her lotion and the soft skin of her thighs where he gripped her to keep her steady. She pulled back and he could see the flush on her face had deepened and her pupils had dilated.

“I thought I was going to have to throw myself at you,” She murmured before pressing open mouth kisses to his jaw and down his neck.

“I was trying to not be a pervy old man,” He responded grunting when she nipped his chin. Tugging hard on her hair he leveled a glare at her. “Watch the teeth little girl.” She gave him a self indulgent smile.

“If you’re a dirty old man, what does that make me? Especially since I’ve been thinking some very inappropriate thoughts about you,” She said sweetly. His heart hammered in his chest at the very frank statement. Ignoring her question he just tightened his grip on her, enjoying the small gasp that escaped from her mouth. Robby pulled her back to him, this kiss rougher than the last. He nipped at her lip and when she let out a soft moan he slipped his tongue into her mouth. His free hand slid its way up the oversized shirt she was wearing to palm at her breast. He froze for a moment when he felt a metal bar going through her nipple.

“You have your nipples pierced?” It wasn’t a question but a statement. Smiling at him she hummed and leaned back just enough to tilt her head to the side.

“You want to see them?” She teased. His cock jerked at the invitation, and he had to stop himself from simply throwing her down on the couch and getting straight to it.

“Fucking minx,” He groaned and sealed his mouth over the crook of her neck, sucking hard to leave a mark. She moaned again and snaked her hand in between their bodies to palm at his cock through his pants. “Careful, keep this up and I won't be able to control myself.”

“Is that an order sir?” She hummed. He pulled away from her neck and locked eyes with her. He could see the challenging glint in her eyes and he felt the last thread of his control snap. Surprising her he moved quickly, pinning her back against the couch so he could hover over her. He settled his weight on top of her while shoving his thigh between hers to hold her in place.

Keeping eye contact with her Robby ran his fingers along the waistband of her shorts. “Keep being a brat and I promise you won’t like what happens next.” He watched her carefully, gauging what she would do next. Surprising him she simply relaxed against the couch and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Yes Sir,” she murmured, pulling him back down for another rough kiss. Robby pressed his thigh harder against her pulling a whimper from her. Pressing kisses across her jaw to her ear he nipped at her throat.

“You want to ride my thigh, little girl? Or do you want something more,” he snaked one hand behind her head to get a handful of her hair gripping it tightly. She bucked her hips in response but he just shook his head at her. “Use your words.”

“I want you inside me,” she whimpered. “Your fingers, your cock anything.” A groan left his throat the way she was looking up at him. She sounded so needy and it took more effort than he’d like to not cum in his pants. Just as he sat up to yank her shorts off her phone began ringing on the coffee table. She groaned and grabbed the phone before frowning at it.

“Answer it and tell whoever it is you're busy,” Robby said. He knelt between her spread thighs running his hands across them. Huffing she answered with a gruff hello. He watched as she tensed up and sat up a bit.

“Is she ok?” She asked, worry evident in her tone. “Fuck ok i’ll be right there which hospital is she going to? Thank you,” She ended the call and looked up at him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he helped her sit up. Clearly on edge she took a shaky breath in and gripped his forearms.

“That was my grandmother's nursing home. She's being transported to the hospital.”

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