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[iceiclehorned]

Has it always been possible to fall in love at first sight?

When you’re young, or simply listening to the stories of a family member or friend, and they talk about their love story, there is usually a few weeks, perhaps even months, before the intensity of the connection brings the two people together in an intimate bond, but there was something that screamed at the Halovian to make her move as quickly as possible, defying the logical conclusion that most others, including her brother, would follow, in order to procure a “longer lasting” relationship, or to appear less… socially unacceptable.

To Robin, if you could not be happy as your authentic self, then there was especially no reason to wave a mask in front of your face so blatantly. Hiding the most wonderful traits about having the ability to express oneself should never have to happen, and she was also aware of the endless possibilities the two could traverse through if either of them felt even the slightest sense of rejection, though knowing her brother and The Family, they wouldn’t enable any discriminatory acts to occur in the first place, much less tolerated. In their own eyes, Penacony is a symbol of freedom, and self-expression was part of that, whether it was liked or not.

The way RED’s lips felt was heavenly, and it made her want to dive right back in for more of her. However, there was a momentary hesitation once she heard those shakily expressed words, her thumbs brushing away the tears as they fell from her eyes in an affectionate manner, before pulling away to get a tissue for assistance. Seeing those authentic emotions running through her partner like that only mede her own heart throb in her chest as she dabbed the tissue across the soft, pale skin. “I’m so happy, too.” Her expression of it was through a shy smile, as if this exploration had brought out a more modest side of her to the table, too. When needed, she could be quite brazen herself. But right now? In this very moment, with the sugary goodness she felt internally, it had weakened that resolve to assert herself over the other for the moment.

A slight fear had always existed in her mind from the moment this connection came to fruition, and she realised that she would have to actively compete against others for her. What if she had lost? That overwhelming anxiety had lived within her mind for a few hours, contemplating ways to ensure she ended up winning the girl’s heart fair and square. Having the ability to release that through one hot, ragged breath, was more than enough for her.

Feeling RED take an assertive stance this time around had left her surprised, but it had not been unwelcome. Rather, there was something quite soft about the way she leaned in, placing her lips against her own, closing the gap that had been created for only a moment. The feeling of warm hands exploring her upper body only encouraged her own hands to move from the beautiful face they had been holding, to her torso, as a means to bring the adventurer close as her back hits a brick wall, resulting in a breathy gasp to be released from her throat, barely making much noise among the intensity of the kiss. Her thighs parted enough to allow that access, choosing to give her beloved enough room to be free with however she wants with it all. There could never be a moment where her beloved felt rejection like that.

Yet, there was still an understanding that seemed to transcend the physical touch between the two that her lover was overwhelmed, so with every passing moment, Robin did her best to avoid getting too touchy, despite the way she yearned to feel her all over.

Pinned against the wall, there wasn’t much she could do, other than to slowly sink to the ground after the kiss ends, a result of her knees buckling from under her. Her hands grip onto the munchkin’s torso, breathing hotly at the compliment given to her through heavy panting. Her heart was nagging her for more, a temptation thickly layered between them. With a soft nudge, she brings RED close to her, looking into those grey eyes with nothing but raw, unfiltered love, which was battling against the lust that had been building for quite some time. How dare she be so perfect and lead her down this road, making her lose control of the way her body reacted to every single thing that she did. How could she be so wonderful, yet such a tease all at the same time?

The sensical part of her brain understood that it was not purposely done, and instead, it had been a result of bottled desire that made her think that way.

With one long, lasting look, Robin took RED’s hands into her own, looking up at her with an almost fearful expression. “Please, can I touch you?” The words flow out, a look of desperation lingering, yet remaining dormant, never going beyond a certain point. “And I don’t mean here, in the Dreamscape. I mean in the real world.” The ache between her legs had become so painful. The need to take care of it was growing, and part of her felt almost guilty for wanting to touch her companion in the way that she did. It was never too late to retract those words, but her lips made no move to do so. Instead, there was a momentary silence, before she opted to pipe back up again.

“I’m sorry,” it comes out as a flustered expression, her cheeks turning a hot mess of red. “To be honest, I’ve never experienced this feeling before… can you help me?”

The imagery of the smashed glass and the wasted liquid appeared to mean nothing to her anymore, becoming a faint memory, overshadowed by the scent and beauty of her newfound love.

"Ah-!"

The moments where she waited for a response, right after making her own move, felt excruciating. Despite the courage she mustered, there was still the possibility of it all being rejected, postponed or misunderstood. If there was to be a reaction, she expected it while they were still there, with breath seized and hearts ablaze. But instead, Robin seized her by the wrist and ran.

Red followed suit, keeping up with the pace, and not even minding if they were leaving the beverages behind in a pool of broken glass and sweet liquids. Despite the abruptness of it all, she trusted Robin already, and even had an inkling of what she was doing. After all, Red herself had briefly worried about how public the location they were had been. And there was something enchanting about dashing off with your loved one into the unknown, where all they would have was each other.

When the short jog came to an end, Red looked up to lock eyes with her angelic companion. The tone had changed, as did the rest of her demeanor. Surprise gave way to excitement, and Red felt the reverberations of it all throughout her body.

Her breath sharpened, both in anticipation and from the rushed move over to their place of seclusion. She had been painfully aware of how attractive the Halovian girl was, and how her voice made her feel, but the newfound confidence of her actions along with the undertones of need in her voice made her shudder even more now. Her ragged breathing was also making her so much more aware of Robin's scent, and how much it had been there all this time, understated but comfortable, putting her at ease much like the whole demeanor of the girl. And she already knew how nice and smooth Robin's hand felt.

She could associate Robin with every sense she had, except one. And as if on cue...

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

Red swallowed. Her panting made her all too aware of the dryness of her mouth, and the hotness of her breath. Robin's hesitation was only temporary, but it was enough for Red to curb the furious thumping of her heart, part her lips slightly and angle her head aside, just to make it easier (and more inviting) for Robin when she leaned in. Even non-verbally, she hoped this was clear indication for the other to keep going.

All the while, she did her best to control her breath. She needed oxygen. But she needed Robin even more.

When their lips finally met, it was airy and light, warm and inviting, passionate but gentle. Red was mostly reactive to each caress of the lips, moving them when led, and enjoying the distant sweetness of the Pika White along with the natural feeling of Robin's mouth. She might have been a bolder explorer, but being held by Robin's hands in the meantime really kept her under control, until their lips parted.

So far, Red's head had been fuzzy, her mind lost in the moment and intoxicated by all the feelings involving Robin, internal and external. But the pause made something snap to her awareness.

It had happened. She had finally found someone that wanted her just as much, and perhaps more than she wanted them. Even if the whole thing was a crime of passion, or something that would not otherwise last, this was tangible proof that all the maker wanted was possible, instead of an unreachable ideal.

And that was why, when Robin complimented how she tasted, Red's answer came through incredibly shaky breath, and her half-open eyes caused a small pool of tears to form under each one.

"R-Robin..." She suppressed a sniffle as a shaky smile took over her face"... I'm so happy...!!"

The metaphorical dam in her heart, once having only one hole poked into it, cracked and broke down with surprising speed. The clear shows of affection and the underlying sense of need and lust was making her feel pleasantly warm and wet. Red took a moment more to regain her composure, the tears finally rolling down her cheeks (and Robin's hands, if they were still there), but with her smile still present and prevalent in her expression.

And then, she was the one to lean in, to kiss Robin again. Only, now she was trying to lead the pace. Her hands, lost and idle during the first kiss, now rose towards Robin's exposed shoulders, to caress them and also gently inch the pair towards the nearest wall, where Red could up the ante; she could press a bit harder against Robin's body with her own, hoping her chest wouldn't exert an awful more amount of pressure, but also unable to resist the temptation to feel Robin with her whole body. Even one of her legs inched closer, aiming to add to the feeling of the pin, but instead just ending up helplessly in between Robin's legs and with no upwards reach towards making the sensations better.

When Red drew back, it wasn't for lack of want to keep going, but moreso because the feeling of being wanted had been so enthralling that, in the middle of her own passionate trance, she wanted to see those kind and yearning eyes again, and really drink in the situation as it had been unfolding.

"And you," she whispered back, in a more stable voice, "you taste amazing. Ahh, I could-- I could get addicted to this..."

There was no regret in her tone. Not even resignation, if anything, there was contentment and peace, which didn't betray the swirl of emotions that still raged in her heart, flooding her with positivity.