[PRESS] The sender presses their lips firmly against the receiver's, silencing them. ( robby from maggie! )
He’s always admired Maggie’s resilience, sheer determination alight in her dark eyes like embers from a fire. Though he wouldn’t ever admit it aloud, he was jealous of that resilience. When life knocks her down, she gets back up, dusts herself off, and continues forward. Him? He’s pretty sure he stays down, dragging himself aimlessly. He has no reason to press on, not since all this distance (literal and figurative) was placed between himself and his stepson. Jake was a man now, college bound and none too keen on looking back what he gladly leaves behind. It’s a void Robby needs to fill if he’s going to make it through another day.
That’s why he doesn’t resist when she crashes into him, their lips colliding. He regrets being hard on her out of envy, but fuck, if he’d known his irrational behavior would’ve led to this, he might’ve done it much sooner. The back alley of a local bar was hardly the place for such an intimate display, but with no one around to disturb them combined with his paralyzing loneliness, Robby consigns to be whatever it is Maggie is hoping for by retaliating with such a sensual gesture, and for him to reciprocate with such ferocity is just borderline pathetic, yet he finds himself unable to be bothered with caring.
Arms immediately fumble for her waist and he pulls her closer, lightly lifting her from the ground as he deepens the kiss, drinking of her shamelessly. God, he needs this. He really fucking needs this. Never mind how it started. All that matters is how this night ends.
“Vega?” He questions breathlessly against her mouth, though he isn’t really looking for any logical explanation.
Of course, explanations make things messy, overcomplicate what should be purely physical indulgence. They didn’t need to know each other’s reasons to have a good time. As far as he’s concerned, he’s ready to be used and abused for however long she’ll entertain the notion — at least for tonight. Tomorrow is another day. Best not to worry about it now. Not when she’s pressed against him like this.
Struggling to maintain balance, he hits the brick wall with a graceless thud and greedily laps into her mouth, memorizing the taste of her.
