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I'll make your legs shake | Cryin

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It was an understatement to say that Crystal felt frustrated. It was the kind of frustration that Crystal needed to let out as soon as possible, and her boyfriend just happened to be the best at helping out with that. Everything was fine before, really. Normal as usual. Crystal was grinning to herself as she scrolled through her web browser - offering sex, putting people down, that was the norm. Then, in goddamn public, her sister had to literally ruin the mood and Crystal was surprised with herself that her laptop wasn’t currently smashed into a million pieces on the ground right then. She knew that Cera could be brutal if she wanted to be, Crystal could be too, but there was an obvious line that she had just crossed over and all the girl wanted to was retract. It was a topic that she was over (or so she claimed), she didn’t need her parent’s love, but you just didn’t talk about it. Crystal thought that much was obvious.

Crystal quickly brushed her forearm against her eyes once she heard a knock at her bedroom door. She cleared her throat before talking to make sure that her voice wouldn’t crack. “Yeah,” the girl spatted out the first word that came to mind because she just wanted to say something. Moving her laptop onto her desk, the girl stood up and pulled down her tank top to cover her stomach that the top of her yoga pants weren’t. Crystal looked up at Robin with a sigh, forcing herself to smile, suddenly happy to see him right then anyone else. In fact, she didn’t want to think about anyone else right then, just him. “People are dumb,” the girl mused with a lazy shoulder shrug as she inched closer. Crystal allowed her lips to curve into a smirk as she grasp onto the front of Robin’s shirt and began walking backwards. She waited until the back of her legs hit her bed before she stood up on her toes to press her lips against her boyfriend’s, arms casually snaking around his neck while doing so.

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Her succinct sort of answer was enough to make him offer a nervous grin. Not a gesture full of pity, no-- But more of a casual, melancholy, "I'm sorry everyone is such an asshole all the time." Robin's eyes immediately went to the girl's waist at the sudden movement, catching the uncovered bit of her stomach before she tugged down her shirt. His glance darted back up, determined to not seem like such a pervert, already, and he smiled. More genuinely, now that he witnessed the small smile gracing Crystal's lips. At her statement he couldn't help but to laugh, giving a nod of obvious agreement. He couldn't quite recall a day where someone on the dash hadn't managed to intentionally (or unintentionally, in more uncommon cases) offend someone else. It was just a thing, now. A part of town that no one really accepted-- But just kind of lived with.

Once she gripped the front of his shirt, his brows raised suggestively, and he followed her steps almost clumsily, reacting a bit too quickly for his own liking. The sad part? He knew how completely whipped he was. But in his mind, he hoped it would sort of casually make Crystal understand how much he liked her without him actually having to say it. Several months later, however-- It had yet to actually work. Kind of like the majority of his carefully crafted plans. "They are," he agreed breathlessly, almost right before she pressed her lips to his. His hands sought her hips almost immediately, one moving to her lower back to press her closer. He tipped forward a bit, mostly to force her back on to the bed. Once she fell back, he scrunched his nose playfully, bracing himself on the bed so as not to fall completely on her.

#para: i'll make your legs shake

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I like the implication behind it, too-- But yeah. Do you rap, Lina?

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Hopelessly Devoted To You | Crystal & Robin

Crystal could not stop laughing. That had to be a bad thing, right? It should be because all her boyfriend wanted was to have romantic sex, and here Crystal was rolling around in her bed and wiping away tears as she held her stomach to control the ongoing laughter. It was just so… random. Was Crystal extra moody that day that made Robin want to have a romance night? Maybe Crystal should consider going soft on the adorable lad. It wasn’t like he deserved the snipes, anyway. There were a few hours till the weekly party happened and Crystal was hoping Robin didn’t take forever because she was in desperate need for some hard liquor that night. After the giggles had finally subside the girl got out of her bed. She hope that Robin wasn’t expecting him to look gorgeous, because besides the typical undergarments all she had on was an over sized shirt of her boyfriend’s.

The girl padded across the hallway to Robin’s room, ready to be amused. She covered her mouth to hold back a snort and gave herself a few seconds to compose herself before she pushed at the door with her eyes closed. Her lips were pressed tightly together, afraid she’s going to end up laughing again, she ended up crossing her arms across her chest before she leaned her side against the frame of the door, eyebrows raised at her boyfriend and expecting direction. She had to admit, she was semi-intrigued. It wasn’t usual that she saw Robin take the reigns in their relationship (Crystal always believed she wore the pants, anyway), so this was definitely going to be an experience.

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Robin groaned loudly to himself, muffling the sound against the palm of his hand the best he possibly could. He already knew it was a stupid idea-- And the fact that he could actually hear Crystal laughing from across the hall certainly didn't raise his morale any. It was a thing he had been thinking of for a ridiculous while, though. As soon as he realized he was in love with her (which happened quite a while ago, actually), it had stuck in his mind, lingering there like a past memory. Now, it was finally out in the open, and he wanted nothing more than to take it back, and whine to his bed sheets about how stupid he was for even thinking it. The ingratiatingly obvious fact that he couldn't left him to sigh, lifting his head, and glancing around at the lit candles scattered around the room. She was totally going to murder him. It had seemed like a good idea, at the time. Strawberries (which she didn't like), champagne (which she also didn't like), whipped cream (which she didn't even bother giving an actual response to), and him (which, hopefully, she liked a bit). But nope. Bad idea. Because all she did when he actually asked was seem irreversibly confused.

The boy rolled up off of bed, plucked up the pile of rose petals, and wondered if he was overdoing it, a bit. After a pregnant pause, he shrugged carelessly, finding that he didn't quite care whether he was, or not, at this point. Because really-- What else did he have to lose? As soon as he heard her door close, he swallowed, tossing the rose petals up in the air and simply hoped they would scatter appropriately. It didn't work, for some strange reason, and he was left with a great number of them on himself, and the remainder in a bit of a pile before the bed. She opened the door, leaning against the frame, and he offered a grin-- The gesture obviously less confident than he had originally intended. "Hi," he squeaked. After a moment, when he realized she wasn't making an effort to come closer on his own, he stepped closer, running a hand through his hair to rid it of any petals. "Do you really not like champagne?" He inquired, with a nervous laugh.

#para: hopelessly devoted to you

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Your sweet moonbeam The smell of you in every single dream I dream I knew when we collided you’re the one I have decided Who’s one of my kind

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How sweet it is || Robin & Dru

Dru thought that it was perfect that Robin had chosen the bakery for them to meet up in. Dru hadn’t been there in quite some time and she was really in the mood for something sweet. Well that and Rob. She wasn’t sure when the last time they’d had sex was, and, even though she had had plenty of sex for the day, she was more than happy to agree to meet him. She had actually just finished taking a shower, but was okay with getting a little messy, obviously because of Drake’s cakes. Sliding into a pair of shorts and a comfy tshirt, she sighed, slipping on her sandals and running her fingers through her damp hair. He was just going to have to deal with that. If anything she could take another shower later.

Deciding to let her hair air dry, she grabbed her phone, more out of habit than actual necessity, and was out the door. She took her time getting to the bakery, not because she wanted to be late or anything, but just because her sandals weren’t on properly, and she kept seeing shadows scurry by. Finally, after running the last few feet, she made it. She also made a note not to go so far after dark without a flashlight. Peeking into the door of the bakery and not seeing Robin yet, which made her not regret taking awhile on her way. Turning backwards and leaning on the door, she crossed her arms, looking around for the guy she couldn’t wait to taste.

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Robin was sort of ridiculously excited to actually meet up with someone at the bakery. Whether he had before or not before-- Obviously, the meeting couldn't have been amazing if it didn't stick out too much in his mind. So, here he was, slipping on a pair of jeans, and some loose-fitting shirt (one he didn't even want to wear, if he were to be completely honest), and humming happily to himself. He couldn't quite recall his last meeting with Drusilla, or if they'd had one at all, really-- And that was a shame. He had always seemed to find himself snorting with laughter whenever the girl was snarking someone on the dash, and tied along with her ability to be attractive, and charming at the same time, left him obviously interested. Also that line about him tasting like sugar seemed to sweeten the deal a bit-- Considering it had him laughing stupidly.

He gave Crystal a quick kiss goodbye, fake-whining into her neck over-exaggeratedly about how absolutely hard this meeting would be without her. Then, after attempting to push her off the bed, he set off, finding it far colder outside than he had anticipated. Upon closing the door, he shifted his weight from foot to foot, before huffing a bit, glancing around at how dark it was. As much as he'd deny it-- He basically sped over to the bakery, because, as much as he adored horror movies, he wasn't fully prepared to be featured in one. Upon arriving, he nearly ran into Dru, not quite expecting her to be right fucking there, in front of the door. After a pause, he blinked, his body pressed up against hers, keeping her sort of pinned to the door. "Well, hey," he greeted casually, a smirk gracing his lips.

#ooc; it's because i'm so sweet obvs #para: how sweet it is

I'll make your legs shake | Cryin

Some moments, Robin wasn't quite sure why he, and Crystal were together. But some other moments, when he received a text that left him flustered in the middle of dealing with an obnoxious customer, or when she actually told him when Dance Moms was on, even though she hated it with a fiery passion-- He remembered how painfully (and obviously) in love with her he was. Not that he had admitted to it out loud, of course, because he was almost certain the girl would simply start laughing at him, and then proceed shoo him off. He was whipped without any real involvement, honestly. Sure, they were dating-- But he liked her a considerable amount more than she liked him. He was pretty sure that was how it was, at least. It wasn't as if he had the nerve to casually ask.

Robin shut his laptop with a boyish grin, checking himself in the mirror as if it actually mattered how he presented himself. If anything, he should have been concerned with the fact that Crystal, and Pixel had been arguing on the dash minutes prior. Which meant any meeting the two were about to have would be riddled with aggravated silence, and a series of marks down his back. The latter he didn't quite mind-- But the former always left him nervously scrounging up any bit of conversation he possibly could, like explaining the manner of greetings, whenever she mumbled a "Mm" at him. He crossed the hallway, knocking lightly on her door as a bit of a warning. After letting himself in, he leaned on the door frame with a smile, still clutching the door knob. "How's it going?" He inquired lamely.

#ooc; Crystal Delgado: cryin bc this relationship sucks #para: i'll make your legs shake