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Apr 10, 2009 15:15

Robin definitely knew that she could get up and go, but the truth was that she wasn't exactly sure her limbs were going to work properly just yet. She collapsed back against the sheets and the conveniently placed Lewis Nixon-shaped man that was lying there with her, trying not to let herself get too down or too thoughtful or too...well, too ( Read more... )

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vat_69 April 18 2009, 02:01:00 UTC
Truth told, Lew can really do without the post-coital therapy sessions. Pushing Robin out of the bed is the last thing he wants just now, however, so he allows her to settle all that bare, sweaty skin against his own, and attempts to afford her a degree of focus when he'd much rather nod off.

"How do you mean?" he asks, because this clearly isn't about him at all and his answer is likely irrelevant.

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robin_sparkles April 18 2009, 02:08:19 UTC
Robin kept her head somewhat on his chest, but inevitably slid off, draping her leg over his hips instead for a sense of closeness. "I don't know," she admitted with a quiet scoff. "I just kind of don't have a clue whether or not this whole...thing is working for me. It's either super-casual or exclusive and this in-between." She shook her head.

"Yeah, it kind of sucks."

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vat_69 April 18 2009, 23:12:51 UTC
He's not going to say 'I told you so,' even though he'd really, really like to. Lew's never been the most chaste person on the planet, but he's never agreed with this... whatever it is that Robin's doing. Of course, he effectively lost his ability to argue it by continuing to sleep with her anytime she sees fit.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Robin," he sighs, but he's still got an arm curled around her, is still idly stroking the smooth skin of her hip. "I made it pretty fucking clear how I feel about it. You said you'd be happy like this, and I took your word for it. But you're not happy."

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robin_sparkles April 18 2009, 23:19:49 UTC
She let out a heavy sigh because it wasn't like she wanted to suddenly get all chummy and monogamy-long-term happy. She still liked having her doors to exit in the event of a quick and necessary bolt. "You know what I miss? And no, this isn't a hint," she indicated firmly. "I kind of miss the dating part. Like, the staying in and just hanging out and the in-jokes and nice dinners and the whole 'two people against the world' thing. Sex is amazing," she praised. "God, I don't know. Why'd I ever say yes to him?"

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