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Standing on the tarmac, Arven was in complete awe. He didn't have to go through the airport security he always heard about, nor did he have to check his baggage. He'd never flown before, but he'd always heard that the airport was an incredibly inconvenient and stressful place to be. But there he was, standing next to the Ambrose's private jet, only thirty minutes after they'd arrived. He almost couldn't believe this was his life. He'd never been strapped for cash before, but Turo had always preferred a more minimalist life. This ostentatious luxury he was now enjoying was a huge departure from what he knew. It was almost surreal.
"Dude! Get on the plane!" Robin called back at him from the stairs, snapping him out of his thoughts and causing him to hurry up the stairs.
"Sorry!" He cried, catching up to Robin as he entered the plane.
"Welcome aboard." A man with an odd black and gold slicked back hairdo said in greeting.
"Thanks, Darach." Chrys said dismissively, waving him off. "Alright, kiddos! It's gonna be a long flight, but we do have Wi-Fi on this plane, so it shouldn't be too bad. Is anyone hungry? I brought snacks!" She announced, opening her tote bag and bringing out three bags of chips and a container of fruit.
"We got our own inflight refreshments, this is crazy." Robin remarked, opening all three bags of chips as they all sat down around the table. "We got ketchup, my favourite, and salt and vinegar for Mom... and I guess Arven never told us his favourite chip flavour, because we got original."
"No, he did." Chrys said lightly. "He's an original chip kind of guy."
Robin slowly turned to him with a grotesque expression on her face. "You?! A plain chip lover?! I can hardly believe it!" She cried in horror. "It really be your own people!"
"I don't like all the processed powder on my hands! It makes me feel gross." Arven complained. "I also like salt and vinegar, but your mom had already picked those out when she texted."
"And you're texting other girls?! Wowww..." Robin said jokingly, punching Arven's shoulder, then scooting just a little closer to him on the couch. "Well, more ketchup chips for me!" She chirped, daintily plucking one out of the bag with her nails.
"See, that's what I need." Arven remarked, pointing his thumb at Robin delicately dropping the chip into her own mouth. "Three-inch nails so the chip never touches my fingers."
"Oh, let's get you in some!" Robin cried. "I've got a few changes packed. Let's get you looking fabulous!"
"I'd look so stupid." He chuckled. "Big old dude with some acrylics on."
"You'd look like Lilly Tino!" Robin joked, delicately picking up another ketchup chip with her nails. "Open up, Arvie!"
"What are you- Are you feeding me like a baby?!" He cried, momentarily backing away, but he reconsidered and leaned closer. "You know what, I'm curious. What does a ketchup chip even taste like?"
Robin fed him the chip gently, causing Chrys to roll her eyes. Apparently, they were still insufferable, five months after they officially started dating. The honeymoon phase hadn't ended yet, apparently. Or maybe there never even was one, and they would be this happy together forever. Robin liked that option better.
Arven shrugged. "It's not bad, actually. Maybe you guys are right about messy chips."
"I'd say they're worth the mess." Chrys agreed. "Though I'm not a big fan of ketchup chips. I like the Cheezies though. My dad loved Cheezies."
"Oh, honey. He had all kinds of Cheezies all over his house. Hey, why didn't you bring any?" Robin asked, narrowing her eyes at her mom. "Or are you hiding them? Keeping them all to yourself?"
"Nooo!!" Chrys cried, though she extended it far too long to be believable.
"Liar. Where are they?" Robin asked, reaching for her mom's tote bag, but not finding any Cheezies at all. "Did you seriously lock them away in your suitcase?" She asked, thoroughly unimpressed.
"I bought them for me." Chrys said serenely.
"Hmph." Robin pouted, crossing her arms petulantly. "I guess us peasants don't deserve Cheezies."
"You said it, not me."
"Hey!"
Arven laughed quietly to himself, before tuning the two of them out a bit. Instead, he turned around, looking back at the butler Chrys brushed off. Darach, was it? He looked kind of sad, sitting far away from the Ambroses, reading the newspaper with his legs crossed. Perhaps that was just how things were, the butler was supposed to be a wallflower, but it made Arven kind of sad.
So, he shook the bag of original chips in Darach's direction, catching the butler's attention. He tried to smile at him like a friend, but he felt like it came off more like a grimace. Darach chuckled a bit, but shook his head, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose before he returned tor reading the paper.
Okay, so maybe he just assumed Darach was dissatisfied where he was. But in fairness, if it were him, he'd want nothing more than to be included. Darach must have been used to being sidelined by now.
The intercom buzzed to life, and the pilot started to speak. "Alright, we're cleared for takeoff! Strap in, everyone!" She cried enthusiastically.
"Is that Skyla?!" Arven cried, frozen in place as Robin and Chrys put on their seatbelts.
"No! You think Skyla's got the time to be flying us around?!" Chrys laughed, covering her mouth as she snickered. "No, she's just enthusiastic. Our pilot's name is Taylor. Also, put your seatbelt on!" She scolded Arven lightly.
"I can't find it!" Arven cried, not realizing Robin was holding the buckle herself. "Oh, thanks." He muttered, finally strapping himself in.
"You sounded very excited to meet Skyla. She your celebrity crush?" Robin asked amusedly.
"I wouldn't say celebrity crush, but I'm a big fan!" Arven said defensively. "You know, she's from Paldea. Near Poco Path, even! She's kind of a hometown hero!"
"Uh-huh. Well, Skyla's very nice. Much shorter than you'd expect." Robin remarked. "Ooh, look at Mom. She's already falling asleep. Let me get out the earplugs." She grumbled, rummaging around in her bag and pulling out two packets of concert earplugs. "You're gonna need these if you plan to get any sleep. And the flight is about 11 hours, so you're probably gonna wanna sleep."
"Oh, Jesus. Does she snore that loud?" Arven asked, mildly bewildered as Robin dropped a packet into his hands. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. Really, this is just me being humane." She joked, glancing back at her mother, who was already fast asleep, before the plane even got off the ground.
"We're taking off!" The pilot informed them over the intercom, before the plane started to drive at full speed down the runway.
"Oh, shit! I almost forgot! I got some candy to suck on." Robin told Arven, her hands plunging to the bottom of her bag, but she wasn't finding any.
"Wha- Not in front of your mom!"
"Ha ha. I got Jolly Ranchers." Robin grumbled, tossing one at Arven's forehead, then leaning against his shoulder. "You excited?"
"Can't wait." Arven said with a grin, unwrapping his Jolly Rancher and popping it in his mouth just in time for takeoff. "Thanks for bringing me along. I really, really appreciate it." He murmured, leaning his head against Robin's in kind.
"So I've heard." She said dryly.
"I know, I say it a lot, but I'm really happy that you guys- I dunno, you included me. I'm really grateful." He mumbled, his words distorted by the Jolly Rancher in his mouth.
Robin smiled. "Of course we did, you silly Yungoos. You know we both love you. I mean, obviously I love you more, but my mom is very fond of you." She rambled on a bit, before her mom interrupted them both by beginning to snore rather loudly.
Arven and Robin looked at each other, and popped their earplugs in at the same time. Thankfully they mostly blocked the sound, otherwise it would have been a very long 11 hour flight. The two of them snuggled up as close as they could get with their seatbelts on, and prepared for a long, long flight of praying that Chrys wouldn't make sleep completely impossible.
Chrys' superhuman ability to fall asleep when the plane takes off and awake when it lands came in very handy on this go-around. She woke up to find Robin and Arven snuggled up on the loveseat, Robin mostly in Arven's lap as they both slept. It was ridiculously cute how Arven was still hugging her in his sleep. And thankfully, his hands rested on her elbows instead of anywhere unsightly.
"Alright, we're coming in for touchdown! Seatbelts on!" Taylor informed them over the intercom, which prompted Chrys to nudge Robin's leg with her foot. Of course, that didn't make her stir at all. So Chrys had to kick her much harder just to rouse her.
"Ow! Jesus...!" Robin whined, thinking about getting up before nuzzling back against Arven's chest as if nothing had happened.
So, naturally, Chrys had to kick her again. "Seatbelts on, Robin." She said sternly. "And wake him up too!"
Robin grumbled a bit, before reluctantly sliding off of Arven's lap and back into her own seat. She shook Arven once, twice, three times, before just giving up and putting his seatbelt on for him. Chrys was fine with that, the landing would surely wake him up.
As expected, Arven awoke with a start when the plane touched down, breathing heavily for a minute. "I-I guess we're here!" He cried matter-of-factly, grabbing Robin's hand seemingly out of instinct, and holding it tightly.
"Yes, we are! At John F. Blazikennedy Airport, just outside of Castelia City, mind you!" Robin chirped excitedly. "I hear it's supposed to be raining, though. Might wanna grab some- Oh! Darach's got it!" She exclaimed, pointing at the butler who had somehow summoned three umbrellas. "Where do you even keep those?!"
"Lady Caitlin does not like humidity. She insists we keep many backups." He said simply. "I hope your ride was comfortable."
"It was! The plane ride wasn't bad either!" Robin joked through a flurry of snickers. "Up top!" She laughed, holding her hand out for Darach to high-five. Instead, he simply handed her an umbrella, his serene smile somewhat tight.
The three of them finally got to leave the private jet, and just next to the plane was Caitlin herself, standing under a massive umbrella of her own.
"Oh, Caitlin! You came all this way?!" Chrys cried, shimmying by Robin and hugging her little sister tightly, almost causing Caitlin to drop her umbrella.
"My goodness, Chrys! It's not like I haven't seen you in years!" Caitlin laughed, much more daintily returning the hug. "I came to drop off Arven's room key. I figured he would make better use of it than I would." She explained, brandishing a sleek, white plastic card and handing it to Arven. "For your hotel suite, dear."
"Wha- I get my own room?! You guys didn't have to do all that...!" Arven cried, a sappy smile spreading across his face.
"Oh, we did. Our penthouse has three bedrooms, and our guest room is uninhabitable. It's overrun with succulents. And I made it clear to Mom that I was not letting you sleep on a couch, and she made it clear to me we were not sharing a bed while she was in the building, so this was our best compromise." Robin explained. "Funnily enough, you're actually next door to us, so it all worked out beautifully."
"It even has its own kitchenette, if you ever want to cook for yourself." Chrys added. "We've also got a place in Lacunosa Town, and Caitlin has her Undella Town villa, but those have enough space for you already. Now, let's all go drop our bags, and then you're free to go do your own thing! Now, I want you guys to stick together, especially because Arven's new here and he'll probably get lost pretty easily. Don't lose track of him, okay?" She instructed Robin, staring dead into her eyes.
"Alrighty!" Robin chirped, already moving toward the taxi Caitlin had called. "Arvie, we're in Unova!!" She squealed, nudging him gently with her shoulder.
"We're in Unova!" He echoed, his smile radiant as the valet took his carry-on and stowed it in the trunk.
After Chrys and Arven got in the car, Caitlin lightly tapped Robin's shoulder. Robin turned around to find another hotel keycard in Caitlin's hand, and a knowing smile on her face.
"Just be safe, alright?" She whispered to Robin, winking playfully as she handed the card over to Robin, who quickly stashed it away in her bra. "I've arranged for contraception-"
"Oh my God." Robin muttered, flushing just a little, though she was quite a bit amused. "Thanks, Auntie."
"Oh, you're welcome." She said lightly, taking the passenger seat as Robin sat with Arven in the far back. The two of them sat back there, hand in hand, gazing at the Castelia skyline as it grew closer and closer. Arven's heart felt like it was buzzing. He was so excited to travel across a region with Robin, and this time, there wouldn't be the caveat of a sick Mabosstiff to bring down the mood! He was right as rain! He could barely wait to get out there, and explore every inch of Unova he could get his hands on.
Eventually, their bags were dropped, Arven and Robin only spent a few minutes making out on his hotel room bed, and they were out on the town. The rain had rapidly subsided, leaving a damp and warm but ultimately pleasant Castelia City open for the pair to explore.
"So Mom and Caitlin want to meet us for dinner at some fancy restaurant near the TynaMoMa." Robin mused, looking at her phone as they strolled down Mode Street hand in hand. "So we've got, say, three-ish hours before we've gotta go back and change for dinner?"
"Sounds good!" Arven chirped, holding onto Robin's hand so he didn't get left behind on the crowded sidewalks. "I hear there's this little, quiet park with a whole bunch of wild Buneary somewhere in Castelia City."
"Oh, there is, but you have to literally go through the sewers to get there. It's really gross." Robin remarked. "There's the art gallery, there's a really nice cafe on Narrow Street... Oh! We could get a Casteliacone or two. I hear those are pretty trendy these days."
"Oh, yes! I've heard about the Casteliacones too! Let's go get some!" He declared, happily picking up the pace down Mode Street. "I hear they even have Lillipup Cups. I bet Mabo would love one of those."
"Well, we should get one!" Robin agreed. "Oh, shit. Look at that line." She breathed, staring down an incredibly lengthy line that stretched way down the street.
Arven shrugged. "Hey, it's Castelia City. What are you gonna do? It'll probably be even more crowded after supper."
"True..." Robin sighed. "You know, we don't have to get Casteliacones..."
"Oh, nonsense. I'll wait in line for the Casteliacones, and you try and figure out wherever the fuck your mom wants to meet us for dinner later. Teamwork!" Arven declared. "She said it's right by some museum, right?"
"The TynaMoMA." Robin corrected him. "I guess that makes sense... Alright, I'll be back soon. Try not to pass out from heat stroke!" She teased, kissing him on the cheek before she left. She knew precisely where the TynaMoMA was, since her mom used to be the director there before she opened her own art gallery. She cut across a smaller, numbered road to Castelia Street, fighting her way through the busy sidewalk until someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey, watch it!" She snapped before she saw who it was. But the moment she made caught sight of the golden eyes of the man who stopped her, her blood ran cold.
"Drayton!" She squeaked, blanching as she froze in place.
Drayton frowned. "Huh. Do I know you? I like to think I'd remember a pretty face like yours." He said with a smirk. "You go to Blueberry?"
"U-Uh, yeah...! Yeah, I just... You know, I don't really battle that much, and I'm not in your year..." Robin stammered, fiddling with the ends of her hair. "So, I guess you wouldn't know who I am..."
"Hm. That's a damn shame, then." He said with a blindingly white smile. "I was just wondering, do you know where the Casteliacone place is? I've got a lady friend here, and I'm trying not to let her die of heat stroke." He said, grabbing a pink-haired girl by the arm and pulling her close.
Holy shit. It was Lacey. Of course, Robin could barely tell through the flush and the pained look on her face, but everything else about her screamed Lacey, from her pink bob and those hairclips to the long white coat she wore. She had to get out of there before Lacey recognized her. Or maybe she wouldn't, like Drayton didn't. She'd changed a lot over the last few years since they'd gone their separate ways.
"U-Uh, yeah! Just go on West 46th until you find Mode Street, then turn left. It's on the far side from here." She explained, itching to leave and run away. "You're welcome!" She chirped, already turning to hurry away, but Drayton caught her by the arm.
"Hey, you never told me your name. It's only fair that I know yours, since you knew who I was." Drayton said with a wink as Lacey opened her eyes, which instantly found hers and widened.
"Robbie?!" She cried. "Is that you?!"
"N-No! No, I don't know what you're talking about! I gotta go, my mom's waiting for me!" Robin cried, running away as fast as her admittedly rather long legs would take her.
"Hey, wait!" Lacey cried, though Robin did no such thing. She disappeared into the crowd, crossing the street and hurriedly rushing inside the TynaMoMA to catch her breath. She slid to the ground, tuckered out from running, and peeked out the window to see if Drayton and Lacey were following her. She saw Drayton's antenna-like hair in the crowd, but he didn't seem to be going inside the museum. Eventually, he disappeared into the crowd, crossing the street and going west on West 46th Street as she directed.
Shit, they were going back to the Casteliacone stand! They were gonna camp her out! She couldn't let herself be seen by them again, but she couldn't just leave Arven there with melty ice cream! Worse yet, Arven didn't have any service in Unova, so she couldn't just tell him to meet her anywhere else. He'd just wait there until she came back for him.
She made sure to memorize the restaurant's location, just a block away from the TynaMoMA, then she booked it back to Arven at the Casteliacone stand. Maybe she could beat Lacey and Drayton there, given how lethargic Lacey looked. Just get him and the ice cream and go, dodging Lacey and Drayton entirely.
She arrived on Mode Street, and instantly Arven flagged her down, calling to her with two Casteliacones in his hand. "Robin! Did you find it?!" He shouted, and all the hairs on the back of Robin's neck stood up.
"Yeah! C-Come on, I'll show it to you!" She shouted at him, beckoning him over.
"Okay! But c'mere, these people said you dropped something!" Arven said cheerfully, turning and revealing a very sullen-looking Drayton and a teary-eyed Lacey.
Robin felt like a hole was punched through her chest. Arven and the two people she never wanted to have to see again were walking across the street, ready to pounce on her like a bloodthirsty Purrloin. There was no running away this time either, she couldn't just abandon Arven with the wolves. It was time for her to face the music.
"Yo, what the hell, man?!" Drayton snapped, grabbing Robin by the arm. "That's how you say hello after ghosting us for four years?!"
"Hey, what the hell is your problem, man?!" Arven snapped, elbowing Drayton in the side to get him to drop Robin's arm. "Hands off my girl!"
"Your girl?! Robbie, what the hell is going on?! I didn't even recognize you through all that makeup!" Drayton yelled. "A-And then you go and run away from us?! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Lacey took the exact opposite approach, instead attaching herself to Robin like a tumor and refusing to let go. "I missed you so much, Robbie...! Don't run away again."
Arven looked positively bewildered as the ice cream dripped onto his hands, causing him to hand one cone to Robin and furiously lick up the dripping ice cream off the other. "What- the fuck- is going- on?!" He cried between licks.
"Your girl is our old friend Robbie Ambrose, and he just- He was supposed to come to Blueberry with us, and then he didn't, and then he ghosted us and then he moved away!" Drayton shouted, going red in the face with anger. "Like, what happened to the League Bratz, bro?!"
"Hey, you'd better cut it out with those 'He He's, Michael Jackson." Arven warned him, trying to look intimidating by puffing up his chest, and looming over Drayton, but it was difficult for him to look imposing with dripping ice cream in his hand.
"A-And my name is Robin." She piped up, finally finding her voice after Arven defended her. "Don't call me anything else, or I'm leaving for good this time."
Lacey clung on even tighter. "Nooo...! No, don't go! You can't just leave us again! I-It wouldn't be right!" She cried, letting go of Robin and crossing her arms in an X like she always used to do when they were kids. "You can't go and run away when we finally found you again!"
"Yeah! You're not leaving again. I don't care if I have to drag you back to my place kicking and screaming, we're gonna fucking sit, and we're gonna fucking talk." Drayton declared. "...We're also gonna get some ice cream, so wait up."
Lacey grabbed Robin's arm in both of hers. "I'm detaining you so you don't try any funny business again."
"Lacey! Do you really think violating my personal space and autonomy is, you know, right?! I-If I don't wanna talk to y'all, I don't wanna talk to y'all! That's that!" Robin protested, finally getting around to eating her ice cream. "This ice cream is really good."
"I'm glad you like it!" Lacey beamed. "Also, I think depriving Drayton and I of the closure we so desperately need is wrong. So, I'm willing to get a little ethically dubious to resolve that issue."
Robin huffed, and rolled her eyes. "I think kidnapping me is wrong too. But I guess all's well that ends well for you guys, am I right? You're both so selfish. You think I owe you closure? Well, I think you both owe me some fucking respect! I think the both of you gotta stop calling me Robbie! I think you both need to get over it, and leave me the fuck alone!"
Lacey gasped, looking up at Robin with teary eyes. "Robb- I'm sorry, Robin, but you were our best friend back then, and then you just left without even saying goodbye! Imagine how it felt for us, having to hear through Iris of all people that you moved across the planet to Paldea! Imagine how we felt when you stopped texting us! When you ignored us those last few weeks of 8th grade! When we got to Blueberry Academy and you were nowhere to be seen, and then Caitlin had to tell us that you didn't want to see us! Don't you know how much that hurt?!"
"Can you blame me? You think your good Judy over there was gonna be happy with me being trans? He's doing everything short of just calling me a man, all because I had the nerve to piss him off a little!" Robin huffed. "Seems like precisely the kind of guy I wouldn't want around, no?"
Lacey bit her lip. "H-He's just surprised. And angry. Give him time. He'll come around."
"Well, honey, I got no time to give." Robin growled, snatching her arm away from Lacey. "Get over it. Get a life. Leave me alone." She snapped, releasing Miraidon, who scared Lacey so badly, she almost fell to the ground. She hopped on with Arven following very closely behind, and the two of them literally flew out of there.
"W-Wait, they said you dropped something!" Arven cried, hanging on for dear life as Miraidon ascended to the sky.
"They were lying, you big goof." Robin told him like it was obvious. "Fuck, why did Lacey have to recognize me?! I look so different! Drayton just thought I was some random hottie, so he hit on me! Like I'd ever touch that man with a ten-foot pole!"
"Okay, now I hate him too." Arven joked. "Who were those people again?"
"Lacey and Drayton. We used to hang out because we're all younger relatives of Unova League members. I'm Caitlin's niece, she's Clay's daughter, and he's Drayden's grandson. We called ourselves the League Bratz. The name was my idea. You know, we were annoying children who sometimes had to hang around League buildings for childcare." She grumbled, concentrating on flying Miraidon out of the city and toward Nimbasa. "I haven't seen them in, like, four years, but they still look the damn same. Clearly, they ain't no divas. Not a lick of evolution or innovation."
"Oh..." Arven hummed. "...What happened with them? Why aren't you guys friends?"
Robin sighed, gripping Miraidon's horns tightly. "...Let's just say we had a falling out." She said slowly. "Sorry I ruined our Castelia City plans."
"Nah, it's okay. We're here for a month! There'll be more time for that. In the meantime, I suppose Nimbasa City is a pretty good alternative!" He said cheerily. "You wanna go up the Ferris Wheel? I hear it's very romantic."
"I hear that too. And I imagine it'll be the perfect length of time for us to finish our Casteliacones." She agreed, though all the pep had left her voice. "God, I can't believe it. Of all the people to ask me for directions." She grumbled as she took Miraidon in for a landing.
"There's, like, a million people in that city. That's gotta be crazy unlucky." Arven agreed as Miraidon smoothly glided down to the ground in the heart of Nimbasa City. "Now, this is one place I could stay for hours. The amusement park, the Musical, the Big Stadium and Little Court...! This place looks so fun!" He gushed.
"And the Battle Subway. Ooh, we should totally go to Anville Town sometime. Big trains. Nice harmonica." Robin suggested. "But for now, let's get on that Ferris Wheel before the line gets crazy long again!"
"Oh, right!" Arven cried as the two of them hurried through the amusement park to the Ferris Wheel, which, funnily enough, had not a trace of a line. They got on immediately, sitting across from each other as they hurriedly lapped at their melting Casteliacones. Unfortunately, Mabosstiff could not get a Lillipup Cup, but Arven let him out regardless. He laid down on the floor of the carriage, resuming his midday nap.
"This wheel is huge. I swear, I can see past Castelia and to, like... whatever's past there!" Arven cried, laughing a bit at himself. "The Unity Tower, Pinwheel Forest, the- Uh... What's that place with Pokestar Studios?"
"Virbank City." Robin informed him. "I can take you there. I'll take you anywhere you want."
"Hmm... You know I wanna go to Striaton City for the restaurant. I'd also like to see the Dreamyard. I know your Musharna's not from there, but I think it'd be cool to see where the Munnas come from." He mused. "I'd also like to see Chargestone Cave, I think that'd be a cool place to go. I mean, electromagnetic crystals?! That sounds epic!"
"It's a pretty cool place. I wouldn't go if you're scared of tiny little Bug types, though. There's a lot of Joltik around." Robin remarked. "I've gotta be honest, I really didn't like it there last time I went. I'm not a big fan of tiny little Joltik. But maybe I've just gotta go back with a stronger team."
"Ah, I think it'd be fun. I'm sticking to the main path, though. I'm not going cave diving." Arven asserted with wide eyes as he finished his Casteliacone. "I'm not an idiot, you know."
Robin smiled a little, leaning her head on her chin. "I know. You'll be fine. You could probably handle Victory Road just fine." She mumbled.
Arven smiled a little, before stepping over Mabosstiff to sit next to her. "Hey. It's okay. They're not gonna bother you anymore." He assured her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close.
She shook her head. "N-No, I don't care about them. It's just- Dammit, this is supposed to be fun! We're supposed to be having fun, and I'm being a Negative Nancy, flying us out of Castelia. I'm sorry I'm being such a killjoy." She mumbled, leaning her head against Arven's shoulder as he rubbed her back comfortingly.
"Don't worry about it. We've got time. And also, I'd be pretty shaken too if some random people started yelling at me in the middle of the street. It's not your fault." He told her firmly. "Besides, I'm riding the famous Nimbasa City Ferris Wheel with my girlfriend in my arms, and I had a Casteliacone. I'm having a blast!"
Robin laughed, before finally getting her Casteliacone down to a manageable size. She sighed, scooching just a little closer to Arven. "I love you so much, Arvie. You're way too good to me." She murmured softly.
"Said the girl who invited me on a month-long vacation to my dream travel spot. Have I told you today how thankful I am for that?"
"Yes."
"Well, here I go again. Thank you so much. I'm so fucking happy, Robin, you have no idea." Arven whispered. "You know, ever since I met you, I'm just so happy all the time. I-I mean, I've got Mabo back. I have friends now, I-I kind of have a family now. And I have you. I think I might be the luckiest guy in the world." He said with a wistful smile. "I love you too, Robin. I-I love you more than you'll ever know. But, I mean, I'll try to get the message across." He chuckled, a goofy, crooked grin on his face.
Robin quickly finished her ice cream, before kissing him hard, her arms wrapped around his neck. She pulled him closer, chest to chest as Arven's hands gripped her waist. He tasted sweet like vanilla ice cream, but the way he kissed her was anything but mild. His hand found her hair, and he was about to give it a pull-
Ding!
Robin and Arven scrambled away from each other as the teenaged conductor opened up their carriage. "I see you two had fun."
"Sorry!" Robin squealed sheepishly as she and Arven hurried out of the carriage, with Arven carrying the still napping Mabosstiff in his arms.
"Nah, it's not the worst I've seen today. Your clothes are on." He remarked in a comically flat tone, as if the job had sucked out his soul.
Robin handed him a rather hefty tip before they hurried away shamefully, out of the amusement park entirely. "Jesus Christ... I know we're teenagers, but holy fuck! This is getting out of control!" Robin breathed, her face flushed bright pink.
Arven sighed, pulling his pants up a little. "Sorry."
"Ah, don't worry about it. It was my fault, anyway. I was the one who kissed you." She muttered, throwing her hair off her shoulders. "Good thing you have your own hotel room."
Arven blinked. "...Oh, yeah." He said simply, before a devious grin spread across his face. "Ooh, God bless your mom's addiction to little potted plants."
"Indeed." Robin agreed with a matching grin. "In the meantime... You know, I think it'd be really funny to put Mabo in a Musical."
Arven snorted. "Holy shit, that'd be hilarious." He chuckled, already looking for the Musical building. "Let's get him in there. I wanna see Mabo try and dance."
"Mabo doing a cartwheel." Robin muttered, picturing the hound rolling over as the two of them made their way inside. "Oh, that's right! I actually did bring my Prop Box, for some reason! Serendipity, I think." Robin chirped as she rummaged around in her tote bag and pulled out a little box, filled to the brim with little accessories.
"Oh my God, he's gonna be so cute." Arven giggled, tugging a hula skirt around Mabo's waist.
Just then, Robin's Gothitelle burst out of her Poke Ball, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"Oh, hi! Did you want to do a Musical too?" Robin asked brightly. Gothitelle huffed, turning her nose up, but she eventually slightly nodded yes.
"Fabulous! Hold this." Robin instructed, handing Gothitelle a red parasol. "And you get a bow too..."
Gothitelle trilled out of happiness as Robin adorned her with cutesy accessories, though she quickly caught herself and turned her nose up yet again. Silly Gothitelle, she tried so hard to be cool, but she was so excitable when it came to looking cute.
In the end, Arven dressed Mabo up in a hula skirt, fake glasses and a bowtie, and Gothitelle had a red parasol, a few bows and a necklace. Arven and Robin could barely contain their laughter as they stood in line with their Pokemon. They couldn't even look at each other, because one look in each other's eyes, and they'd burst out laughing inappropriately loud in public. So they had to stand there, laughter bubbling up inside them like a boiling pot as they waited for their turn in the Stardom Musical.
Soon enough, they were taken in, and after a short rehearsal, their Pokemon were whisked away, and Robin and Arven were standing backstage. They watched as Gothitelle gave it her best, hitting every beat in her elegant outfit... As Mabosstiff stood on his hind legs for a few seconds, then flopped over, showing his belly to the audience.
That was too much for Robin and Arven. They grabbed each other by the shoulders as they broke down into near silent wheezes, trying their best not to disturb the show. Robin leaned her head against Arven's chest as she whimpered, failing to be completely silent. Mabo just looked so silly as he shimmied his limp body across the stage in lieu of actually dancing. His hula skirt had started to slide off, and his glasses were on crooked, but he didn't care. He was back on his hind legs, staring back at Robin and Arven as they laughed at him, as if he was thoroughly offended they'd find his 'performance' amusing. The performance ended as Gothitelle struck her pose, and Mabosstiff tried to climb her like a tree. The lights shut off, and the crowd applauded almost as loudly as they laughed.
They barely listened through the director's debrief, giggling to each other as Gothitelle crossed her arms. She did well, of course, but Mabosstiff was the star of the show by refusing to take part in any of it. He sat by Arven's leg, looking incredibly dopey as the director sang his praises. He didn't seem to know what was going on, and he didn't care to find out. He was just having a good time in his hula skirt. Robin and Arven put the accessories away, and walked out of the dressing room in silence. They knew that whoever broke the silence would instantly cause the other to break down into raucous laughter, and it would be an embarrassing mess.
"Oh my Gosh, that's the Pokemon!" A young lady cried, running up to them with her Minccino. "Oh my Gosh, that was the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life! I've never even seen a Pokemon like this before!" She cooed, kneeling down to pat Mabosstiff's head.
"O-Oh, uh... Thanks?" Arven stammered, mildly stunned by the attention.
"Here! A token of my appreciation!" She chirped, thrusting a prop bandana into his hands.
Arven blinked, staring down at the bandana. "...Thank you!" He finally remembered to say, before the girl ran off just as suddenly as she approached.
Robin snickered. "First time at the Musical, eh?"
"They do that? Just, walk up to you and give you shit?" He asked, speedwalking out of the theatre with Robin in tow.
"If they like your performance enough. Usually they wait for you to approach them, but I guess she really liked Mabo." Robin remarked. "I mean... Who wouldn't?"
"Oh, God. Don't remind me." Arven chuckled, covering his eyes with his hands. "Sorry he climbed on you, Gothitelle."
Gothitelle huffed, returning to her Poke Ball to sulk. Her big moment was ruined by Mabosstiff rolling around onstage like a Serperior using Coil. She was quite upset.
Arven smiled as Mabosstiff trotted along at his side, his tongue bouncing around as it hung out of his mouth. Less than a year ago, he couldn't even sit up. Now, he was walking around, fit as a fiddle. Standing on his hind legs in a hula skirt. God, that mental image was almost as priceless as watching it happen in real time.
He took Robin's hand in his as they started the journey back to Castelia City. Of course, they got sidetracked by a great many things, Robin wanted to show Arven the Marvelous Bridge, Lostlorn Forest, all kinds of things. If it was a landmark within walking distance, she wanted him to see it. Marvelous Bridge was very quiet, save for the occasional flock of Swanna flying overhead. Robin and Arven barely spoke on the bridge, they were just enjoying each other's presence.
Despite the sandstorm making his eyes water, Arven was having the time of his life with Robin. Even a place as mundane as Route 4 could feel like a wonderland with her by his side. Arven wondered if every day in Unova could feel like this.
Robin sat alone in her room in the penthouse, kicking her feet against the pillows. She was just so bored. Dinner with Arven, her mom and her aunt wasn't eventful at all, both Chrys and Caitlin got a kick out of Mabosstiff's musical act, but that was about it. There was no fighting, no crying, nothing important. They ate, and then they went home. Nothing more, nothing less.
Her room was much emptier than she remembered, its contents now filling up her room back in her house in Poco Path, and it all just felt wrong. It was 11:30, and she wasn't tired. It was probably the jet lag, she knew that, but that didn't make her any more tired. Worse yet, she was lying in bed alone. Sure, her Musharna was there, levitating off the floor in a corner of the room, but that wasn't quite the same as having a man in her bed.
Suddenly, the pressure against her boob gave her a fabulous idea. She retrieved the key card to Arven's hotel room from her bra, and a wry smile spread across her face. What a way to push away the doldrums. She was gonna kiss every square inch of flesh on Arven's body.
She crept out of her room, her mother's snores filling up the penthouse. Good, she wouldn't be awake to stop her. There was nothing standing in her way. She was gonna climb him like a fucking tree. She opened the front door to the penthouse, ready to jump Arven's bones...
And instead, she was stopped in her tracks by Drayton at her door, preparing to knock. His eyes widened, looking momentarily frozen. But, of course, he recovered instantly, his confidence restored in a flash.
"Hey." He said simply, backing away from the door a little so she could close the door behind her. "...I don't believe we finished our chat."
"No, we have not." Robin agreed, moving to leave him behind, but he blocked her way.
Drayton's expression softened as he seemed to deflate, his earlier bravado gone. "How've you been?" He asked gently, his golden eyes staring down at her like a sunset in the prairie.
"I don't see how that's any of your business." Robin said sharply.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "...Sorry we yelled at you. I was floored to see you looking like this, and- ...Well, it's not every day the missing member of your trio wanders back into your life." He tried to joke, but it fell completely flat as Robin continued to stare blankly at him.
"I'm not back in your life." She informed him evenly. "You made yourself pretty clear back then."
He sighed, holding his forehead in his hand. "...I know. I'm sorry. But- Robin, please don't shut Lacey out. She's been crying all day. I know you hate me, and that's fine. I can handle that. But that has nothing to do with her. I'm the reason we fell apart, not her."
"Oh, we were falling apart long before that." Robin corrected him with a sharp glare. "Move. I've got somewhere to be." She demanded, pushing past him in a huff as she called the elevator. Drayton, mercifully, had the sense to not join her in the elevator as it took her down to the main floor.
Robin stomped out of the building, and right next door to Arven's hotel. She took another elevator right back up to the same level of elevation she'd started at, ending up on the fifteenth floor. Despite the bad mood Drayton had put her in, she actually felt a little bit of pep in her step. Ooh, this was gonna be good. They could barely keep their hands off each other in public, they were making out on the plane, in the taxi, on the Ferris Wheel, on the Marvelous Bridge... She could only imagine what he'd do to her in private.
She finally got to his hotel room, and quietly knocked on his door. That didn't seem to work, so she knocked a little louder. No dice again. She put her ear to the door, and she heard the shower running, so she shrugged and used her own keycard to let herself in. She wanted to be polite, but she'd barge in if need be. She knew he'd forgive her.
He hadn't unpacked much since he'd been there, she noticed. His suitcase was open on the couch, but he hadn't hung up any clothes or anything. There were no dishes to wash, no dirty cups, and even the minibar looked untouched. Huh. Did he not know that the minibar was complimentary in a place like this? Besides, it's not like he was paying for the room, so even if it were charged to the room, Chrys would be footing the bill. Maybe he was just that polite. That sounded like him.
She peeked into the bedroom, finding Mabosstiff laying at the foot of the bed. He perked up a little when he saw Robin, and he eagerly accepted her pats and her scratches behind his ears. She felt a little sorry for him. He was about to be locked back up in his Poke Ball, once Robin got her hands on Arven.
She knocked on the bathroom door, where she could hear Arven singing in the shower. He had a pretty nice voice, she thought. She didn't recognize the song he was singing, about Feraligatr Charizards in the air, but he sounded pretty good singing it. That was intriguing. She'd like to sing with him one day. It was always portrayed as the peak of romance on DiGlee. Maybe it'd be fun to sing with him. A ballad seemed cheesy, but something more upbeat and silly sounded like a blast.
He didn't react to her knocking at first, so she decided to knock louder the second time. That one got to him, as she heard his rather unmanly squeal through the wall. "Wh-Who's there?!" He cried, and Robin could barely help herself from laughing.
"Your girlfriend, you silly Yungoos." She called, a fond smile spreading across her face. Ah, she got to call herself his girlfriend. That never quite got old. "You almost done?"
"U-Uh, yeah. I was just- I mean, I guess you heard me singing." He remarked as he turned the water off. "I mean, the showers here are incredible. Better than the Elite Four Seasons!" He remarked as she heard the rustling of a towel through the door.
Robin smiled, sitting down on the bed next to Mabosstiff, stroking his fur absent-mindedly. "I should hope so. This place is much more fancy."
"It is! The minibar is huge! I-It's like a macrobar!" He laughed. "Hang on, I'm just gonna get dressed, then I'll meet you out there." He promised, and she could tell he was dressing himself as quickly as he possibly could. He finally emerged from the bathroom in his pajamas, that loose tank top she loved because it barely did anything for modesty and some sweatpants.
"Hey." She greeted him with a sly look in her eye. "I let myself in. Hope you don't mind."
"I don't mind, but I am confused. Did I leave the door open?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
Robin pulled her keycard back out of her bra, flashing it at him. "Caitlin gave me a key to your room."
Arven frowned. "Why would she do that?"
"So I could jump your fucking bones." Robin said bluntly, staring up at him cheekily. "It was very kind of her. Plus, I think you'll find some condoms... right here." She announced, pulling open the bedside table drawer to reveal several boxes of condoms of varying sizes.
Arven's eyes widened, and he flushed a little, his cheeks dusted with pink. "U-Uh... Wow! Uh... I'm sorry, I-I don't know what I'm saying-" He stammered, hiding his face in his hands.
Robin stood up, gently pulling his hands away from his face. "Relax, Arvie. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I'm just saying... I would very much like to rip your clothes off right now." She murmured, her right hand holding the base of his neck.
Arven swallowed a lump in his throat, before hurrying to his bedside table and returning Mabosstiff to his Poke Ball. "I-I-Mm. Yeah. Yeah, I-I'd like that. Except I really like this tank top, so d-don't..." He trailed off, staring blankly at Robin's chest, now that she'd taken her shirt off. "Rip... it..."
"Hm?" She prompted, her hands finding the clasp of her bra. "Go on."
Arven took a deep breath, before tentatively approaching Robin, standing over her as she sat on the bed, ready to unhook her bra. "...Holy shit, you're so beautiful." He breathed, kissing her gently, hanging on her lips by a thread. Robin wrapped her legs around his torso, pulling him onto the bed and on top of her. She took the lead, her hand in his hair as they kissed, Arven finally gaining some confidence as he moved to kissing her jaw, down her neck and to her clavicle. Robin finally undid her bra, throwing it aside, exposing her bare chest to Arven for the first time.
He stared down at her for a moment, before reaching to fondle one of her breasts, but stopping midway. "U-Uh, can I...?"
"Yeah." Robin breathed, her hands on his cheek as he finally got his hands on her chest, gently pinching her nipple, causing a spark of electricity to run up Robin's spine. He seemed very enamored with her breasts, kissing her sternum before moving to the softer flesh. He quickly found out that her nipples were sensitive when he licked one, which caused Robin to let out a cute little suppressed grunt. He almost laughed as he took that as a challenge. He wanted to hear her make that noise again, but louder. So, he kissed them both, eliciting more of those stifled moans that were like music to his ears. Her skin was so soft, like the inside of a rose. He could hardly get enough of her, one hand on her thigh and the other on her waist. He flicked his tongue around one of her nipples, causing her to half-moan and half-giggle.
"A-Arvie, that tickles...!" She cried, gently pushing his head away from her chest. He took that as an invitation to go lower, trailing kisses past her ribcage and belly button and down to just above the bulge in her panties-
"N-No! Not that." She squealed, jerking away from him and crossing her legs. He looked a little shellshocked, his eyes wide and his face flushed.
"I-I'm so sorry, I-" He started, backing away from her slowly, but she locked her legs around his back, keeping him from running away entirely.
"...I never said we had to completely stop. Just... I-I'm not ready for that. For you to see it, or touch it. Okay? Everything else, I'm okay with. Just not that." She explained, her voice barely above a whisper. "...I-I'm sorry, I know I'm crazy-"
Arven shook his head. "You're not crazy. I should've known, I'm sorry."
"It's okay." She breathed, her heart pounding in her chest. "...You wanna keep going?"
Arven simply nodded.
Robin took a deep breath to steady herself, before she grabbed Arven by the waist, and pulled him down onto the bed, and shuffled on top of him so that she was straddling him. She sighed, taking in the view of Arven's red face, his lips slightly parted, completely at her mercy. He was so cute, staring up at her with stars in his eyes. She pulled his tank top off his body without a word, revealing his bulky chest, lightly dusted with blonde hair. It was far from the first time she'd seen it, but the novelty had yet to wear off. She loved it so much, she'd always wanted to touch it, and now she finally got to get her hands on him.
She kissed him hard, pressing their chests together. He wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her close as he indulged in the kiss, gasping as he came up for air. She moved down, finally getting herself a faceful of Arven's pecs like she'd wanted for so long, kissing them both gently. They were soft but firm, much less squishy than her own chest, and Robin found she could probably fondle them for hours. Fuck, she loved his body so much. She loved that body wash he used, the one that made him smell like nutmeg and lemon. He covered his eyes with his hands as he softly moaned, her hands travelling lower, to his obliques, his slightly rotund stomach, then to his waistband. Arven tensed up a little, clearly a bit surprised she was willing to go that far.
"...I know I'm a hypocrite, but... Can I?" She asked quietly, staring up at him.
Arven swallowed a lump in his throat, looking at Robin, who'd put her face right next to his bulge. He looked so nervous, so afraid to let his passion loose, but he nodded anyway.
Robin grinned as she pulled down his pants, her heart pounding in anticipation. She'd felt it through his clothes before, when they'd kiss as they slept in his bed, but he was always so embarrassed about it. But now, she had his permission, and she was going to find out just what he was packing.
She tugged down his pants and underpants, and nearly jumped out of her skin when his penis slapped back against his pubic bone. "Holy shit..." She breathed, holding it in her hand, marvelling at its thickness. "You're big."
Arven's face was hidden in his hands, he was so nervous. "Sorry!" He squeaked.
"What is this, six and a half, seven inches? Very respectable." She informed him, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the furiously red tip. "This is... kind of intimidating, actually. I was gonna blow you, but now I'm worried there'll be teeth..."
"S-Sorry..." Arven mumbled, his face bright red.
"Arven, why are you apologizing for being hung?" She asked bluntly. "Can I, uh... Can I, like, try to suck it?"
Arven tensed up immediately, his eyes wide. "U-Uh... Holy shit, I can't believe this is happening."
"That's not an answer."
"Y-Yes! Yes, you can- Oh my God, you can do whatever you want with me." He breathed, covering his eyes with the backs of his hands. "Holy shit..."
Robin smiled a little, sliding off the bed. "Stand up." She directed him, and he quickly obeyed, looking down at the floor. She lightly grabbed his chin, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Do you want this?" She asked softly, looking him dead in his cerulean eyes.
"Y-Yeah. I want this." He insisted, holding her by the waist. "I-I've just never done anything like this before. I mean, you're the only person I've ever kissed."
Robin smiled a little. "Same here. You're my first." She admitted. "And I must say, I made a fantastic choice..." She murmured, sinking to her knees, trailing kisses down Arven's abdomen before finally getting to his dick, tentatively licking the tip, eliciting a sharp inhale from Arven. She held it in her hand, pumping her hand along the shaft as she continued to pay attention to the tip. Arven gently gripped a handful of her hair, squeezing onto it as Robin started trying to take him in her mouth.
She couldn't get very far, but she made up for that by focusing on what she could take, swirling her tongue around his glans, causing him to let out a deep breath that mixed with a moan. His grip on her hair tightened, and he even ended up pulling it, causing Robin to moan around his cock. She took her mouth off his dick with a pop, staring up at him with her arousal written all over her face.
"Oh! I-I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking! Y-You liked it when we kissed, so I-I was thinking-" Arven stammered, before Robin shut him up with just a look.
"Do that again." She whispered breathlessly.
Arven blinked. "Y-You sure?"
"Fuck, yes." She affirmed in a gravelly tone. "C'mon, give it to me- Mmm, fuck!" She moaned, trying her best to jerk Arven off through the pleasure. "Fuck, I didn't think I'd like my hair pulled so much!" She remarked as Arven gave it another tug.
"I-I didn't think so either!" Arven agreed, his toes curling as Robin got her mouth back on his cock. "Sh-Shit, Robin... I-I'm gonna cum...!" He moaned, pulling his cock out of her mouth.
"Aww..." Robin remarked as she continued to jerk him off. "Not on the face, sir."
"I-I figured!" He exclaimed tightly, his eyes shut tight. "I-I'm-" He stammered, unable to form words anymore. He was gone, overwhelming pleasure rendering him incoherent as he finally came, rope after rope of thick white cum spurting out of him, all over Robin's chest.
He sat down as he finally came down from his orgasm, but Robin's mouth was still agape in shock. "Holy shit, Arvie! Are you always this- I dunno, virile?!" She cried incredulously.
"Huh...?" He mumbled, sleepily staring at her. "Oh, fuck. Th-That was a big one." He murmured, chuckling a bit as he brushed his hair out of his face. "...I mean, you're always sleeping over. I kinda don't have the time to pull the padge anymore." He admitted shamefully, hanging his head. "Sorry."
"My God. You're sexy, hung and you cum a lot. And you're all mine. Is this heaven?" Robin breathed, gingerly sticking her fingernail in some of his cum and licking it off. "Hm. You know, it's not nearly as bad as people say." She mused, standing back up, a little dazed as she meandered to the bathroom.
"You're gross." Arven chuckled, following closely behind.
"I mean, I'm not the one it came out of."
Arven gasped. "Oh my gosh, that reminds me! You didn't get to cum, did you?!" He cried, his eyes wide. "I-I'm sorry, I should've paid closer attention!"
Robin blinked. "Okay, two things: A) I literally told you not to touch me there, and B) I don't care. I'm satisfied." She said firmly. She then felt the front of her panties, and took a deep, long sigh. "Shit. And C) I did. And I don't have a change."
"Oh, shit." He said blankly. "...I'd say you could borrow some of mine, but I'm not sure they'd fit, or if you'd want to."
"Well, it'll have to do." Robin sighed. "Shit. I can't believe I just sucked you off and now I'm gonna make you turn around so you don't see my private parts. I'm such a child."
He shrugged. "If you're not ready, you're not ready. I understand. I-I mean, I kind of don't, but you explained it enough times that I see your reasoning."
She soaked a washcloth, and started wiping away the cum on her tits. "...Was I- I mean, was that good?"
Arven smiled shyly, avoiding her eyes as he flushed. "...Yeah. I-I really liked that." He murmured, scratching behind his ear. "I, uh... You have really nice boobs." He said lamely.
Robin snorted, cracking up as she rinsed out the washcloth. "Thanks, you too!" She laughed as Arven hugged her from behind, his hands ever so inconspicuously reaching for her breasts.
"Like, really, really nice. They're so soft. And squishy. And, like, they really fit you. Like, they're not too big, 'cause if they were too big, you'd look kind of silly." He rambled on, kissing her neck as he squeezed them again.
"Small and humble so you don't confuse them with mountains." Robin agreed, lightly shaking him off her. "U-Uh... I've gotta change out of my underwear."
Arven pouted, but he threw a clean pair of his own underwear at her and closed the door behind her. She quickly changed, peeling her sticky underwear off with a grimace. It wasn't much, it never was anymore, but even the mostly transparent, watery stuff she made still made a mess.
She emerged to find Arven pulling his pants back on, his chest still tinted a little red with a residual flush. "Oh, uh... You wanna borrow some sweatpants too?"
"Yeah, sure. I don't like the way these fit." She admitted. "Makes me feel like a dude."
"Yeah, they really don't suit you." Arven agreed, finding a pair of black sweatpants with white stripes and tossing them to her. "That okay?"
"Yeah, this should be fine." Robin muttered, quickly pulling them on. "God, I don't know how I managed to keep my hands off you before. You're so hot." She breathed, approaching him for a kiss that he eagerly reciprocated.
"Imagine how I feel." Arven remarked breathlessly, pulling her down onto the bed. "I had you sleeping in a bra. I hear that's very uncomfortable."
Robin shrugged, breaking the kiss to tuck herself under the covers. "Have you met me? Uncomfortable is my middle name."
"Yeah, that's true, Miss Three Inch Heels or Nothing." He teased, scooching up next to her and laying on his back, allowing her to drape herself over top of him as usual, her face buried in the crook of his neck. They'd forgone spooning long ago as they discovered neither of them liked sleeping on their side.
The room was quiet for a while, until Arven broke the silence. "Am I supposed to feel different now? Y'know, now that I'm not a virgin?" He asked quietly.
"Well, the more ontologically guilty of us would argue you're still a virgin until you've had penetrative sex, which you'll notice we did not do." Robin mumbled sleepily. "Besides, did anything really change? We're still the same people. I just know what your dick looks like now."
Arven hummed, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too..." She mumbled back, her words slurring as she drifted away to sleep. Arven reached out to shut off the lamp he had on, and closed his eyes...
Suddenly, Robin raised herself off Arven's chest, her eyes wide in panic. "Oh, shit. I should go, so my mom doesn't find out-" She said breathlesly, already scrambling out of bed.
Arven caught her by the waist, and rather violently pulled her back in. "Nuh-uh. Bedtime." He insisted, wrapping his arms around her waist so she couldn't run away.
"Arvie, she's gonna find out...!" Robin giggled, feigning an attempt at resistance, but she and Arven both knew her heart wasn't in it.
"She's gonna find out anyway. I suck at keeping secrets." He reasoned. "C'mon... I'll make you breakfast." He offered, wiggling his eyebrows.
Robin instantly went limp, returning to her original spot on Arven's chest. "Deal."