summary: she had never experienced kindness, that word only seemed alien to her. But maybe that was exactly what made her attracted to Robert.
tags: first time, scars and wounds, healing, trauma and grief, developing relationship
The world had never really been kind to her in all her twenty-seven years of life.
For a long time she had wondered what that word even meant, as if it sounded alien and hollow on her tongue, lacking any real meaning.
Not that she could truly blame anyone in particular—maybe mostly herself.
If life hadn’t been gentle with her, she probably hadn’t been gentle with herself either. Sure, growing up in an environment where crime was an everyday matter had inevitably shaped her later choices, leading her even to see her own power as something not worthy of a superhero.
Maybe it was for all those reasons that Robert had caught her attention almost against her will.
Of course, it had been more than one factor working in his favor.
Maybe it was that weathered aura of his, the scars decorating his body, the sort of "spleen" aura he seemed to carry, or that attempt at authority she had so enjoyed challenging.
But maybe, above all, it had been that gentle authority that drew her in.
Because yes, Robert—despite everything—was a kind man. In his own way, not in any classic, sugary manner or anything like that, but he was, without a doubt, kind.
And within the four walls of his apartment, he was even more so, in a different way.
The first time they had sex she had expected something more uninhibited, probably led mainly by the passion and suppressed desire of the previous months, and in a sense that had indeed been the case.
Tongues and mouths urgently seeking each other, fingers pressing into skin, nails scratching down his back, bodies moving together in search of that delicious friction.
And yet, in making love with Robert—or just being with him—there was an almost delicate undertone, and she wasn’t used to that, not as Visi and not as Courtney.
Maybe it was the way everything had started, that evening.
His apartment was less drab and dull than the first time she had stepped inside, dragging the rest of the Z-Team along for an improvised party.
“You still haven’t thrown out any of those horrible lamps, huh?” she commented, raising an eyebrow as she noticed the living room was still decorated with the lamps they had brought over that night. They were an eyesore if you looked at the room as a whole, but at least they added a bit of color to the otherwise nearly nonexistent décor.
“They’re not that bad. I can swap out almost one per day—not many people can brag about that luxury.” Robert shrugged with a half smile, closing the door behind him and putting his keys away. “Make yourself at home.”
“Oh, I don’t think you’d like that. Even though my roommate hasn’t kicked me out yet, and that’s the only good sign.”
“I guess that the day I see you standing outside my door with suitcases, I’ll already know why.”
Courtney opened the fridge, rummaging through the few items inside, clicking her tongue in disappointment.
“This fridge looks way too much like mine—for a moment I thought I’d walked into the wrong apartment.”
A few seconds later, two cold beers appeared on the table, clinking as they touched. Still the same brand as the ones they drank on that party night, he must have really liked them, she thought. Or maybe he was just too lazy to go buy better ones.
“Do you drink like a decent person, or like a healthy one?”
“I’m guessing you mean if I use glass cups or if I drink straight from the bottle. In that case, the second. I’m not a fan of washing dishes.”
“Figured as much. Another point for you then.”
The bottles clinked again as they used them for a brief toast after popping them open.
While she drank the cheap, cold beer, she looked around, observing the new additions to the studio.
“Soo… you really used to sleep on top of your Mecha-Man armor in this room."
“…yup. What, you don’t think a two-meter hunk of metal can be as comfortable as a mattress?”
“I’m starting to wonder if all those bruises and scars weren’t caused by your… mattress, rather than some villain.”
Draining the rest of her bottle, she settled into a corner of the room, nodding with a slight grin at the sight of the changes he had made.
Along with the sofa-bed Blazer had brought during that party night, the minimalist room now also featured a small wall-mounted bookshelf, a decorative plant that was, incredibly, still alive after a few weeks, and a small projector placed on the kitchen table.
Setting the empty bottle beside it, she picked up the device to look more closely at the model.
“I didn’t know you were the vintage-shopping type.”
“Let’s say my finances made the decision for me.”
“If that’s the premise, I take it the dinner you’re offering me tonight will be of the same caliber?”
“I don’t remember inviting you to dinner—I'd say it was more of a self-invitation. So to be fair, *you* should be the one paying for dinner.”
With an exaggerated sigh, she plopped on the couch, tilting her head to shoot him a look.
“Seriously? This is your idea of a date? No wonder you’ve been alone all this time.”
“I was joking, relax. Mexican, Chinese, or Italian?” he asked, phone in hand, standing by the balcony window.
Half an hour later, the apartment was filled with the delicious smell of hot pizza, while the two of them sat on the couch with the pizza boxes on their laps and the projector casting a movie onto the wall of the room.
An old early-2000s romantic comedy—apparently one of Robert’s guilty pleasures, judging by the movies she had heard him mention before.
Robert ate in silence, chewing his pizza engrossed while keeping his gaze fixed on the movie projected onto the wall, as if being at home with her on a quiet, stay-in date were the most normal thing in the world.
Normally she wouldn’t have felt tense in a situation like this, but the almost domestic, completely relaxed atmosphere was something new for her. It was usually something she did alone at home, hoping her roommate was out doing her own thing, with the house empty and silent just for her.
She loved being alone—she had always defined herself as a lone wolf even for nights like this—yet sitting in a room, on a nearly comfortable couch with a pizza on her lap, next to that man, wasn’t so bad.
It was nice. Very, to be honest.
Courtney’s eyes were fixed on him as she watched him out of the corner of her eye.
It was almost unbelievable how a single person could convey such a sense of calm and safety while literally doing nothing but watching a sappy old movie and swallowing down slices of pizza with questionable toppings.
She must have been staring at him long enough, because suddenly she found herself being stared at in return, his gaze relaxed.
Silence fell in the room for a few seconds, the only sounds heard coming from outside the building, in the distance.
“…I meant if you wanted something hot to drink. It’s cold tonight.”
“What’s in the herbal tea, a sleeping pill?”
“If it helped you relax and stop making double meaning jokes, yes. But… no. Don’t suggest anything like that again.”
Courtney turned back toward the screen, pulling her knees up to her chest on the couch, fixing her eyes on the movie as she lightly bit her lower lip, almost absentmindedly. Intrusive thoughts had taken over as usual—but in part, that was exactly what she’d been thinking about for quite some time now.
Dreams or not, she had imagined more than once what it would be like to be with him—or rather… under him. The problem was that, no matter how much she might want it, she was far better with words than with actions when it came to making it clear.
Robert’s voice reached her ears a moment later, making her lift her head toward him.
“What do you mean, what? What you just said.”
“This is becoming a tongue twister.”
“I meant if you really want to have sex.”
Courtney’s eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn’t been the one to suggest it just minutes earlier.
Maybe hearing it come out of his mouth had a completely different effect than she’d expected.
“You’re slow at picking up hints. I almost don’t understand how you manage to work in a job where timing is everything.”
“…no need to make it so personal. Besides, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t joking.”
Damn her and her usual sarcasm.
“I’m serious.” Courtney’s tone was strangely softer and more serious than usual, as if what she was admitting touched her most intimate chords.
When she turned to face him, she saw that he was looking at her with a warm, sincere expression—his gaze softer than usual. Unlike her, he didn’t seem tense at all, as if what he was suggesting were the most natural thing in the world.
Then everything happened naturally, guided by a primal instinct and rhythm.
She couldn’t say who had made the first move; all she knew was that their mouths had met, searching for a contact that could spark what they had both been wanting since the very beginning of that evening—if not before.
Robert’s rough hands gently brushed her skin as he slipped her tank top off, leaving her half-dressed in the cool temperature of the room.
A shiver ran down her spine, almost raising goosebumps, but she didn’t know whether to blame the cold or his touch—maybe both.
His hand moved behind her back, searching for the hook of her bra, trying to undo it without immediate success.
Courtney let out a small laugh at his struggle, looking at him with amused eyes.
“Need some help? First time?”
“Let’s say I’m used to less complicated bras.”
“Are you sure you assembled and fixed the Mecha-Man armor all by yourself? I mean… you can manage that but not a bra clasp. Ironic, isn’t it?”
“Okay, okay, you’re already nervous.”
“I’m not the one trembling,” he added flatly, while his touch on the bare skin of her back made her shiver again.
“It’s a bit cold in here.”- she muttered almost in a defensive tone.
“If you’d stop being in such a hurry, maybe we could warm each other up."
“That’s what I’m waiting for, Robert Robertson.”
“Don’t… say my full name when we’re about to have sex. It’s not that exciting.”
Courtney laughed softly as her hands and arms crept around his back, pulling him closer to steal some of his warmth.
“Got it… Mecha-Man. Your name wouldn’t have made a good safe word anyway.”
Robert sighed quietly and resumed what he was doing, finally managing to remove the garment from her chest, leaving her naked from the waist up.
The muffled sound of the bra hitting the floor triggered a realization in Courtney’s mind of what was really happening, as if part of her had still been disconnected, as if a scene like this could only belong to her nighttime dreams.
She let her hands slide from his back to his chest, putting a small distance between them.
Only then did she realize how exposed she was to his eyes, and she couldn’t help feeling heat rise to her cheeks and the tips of her ears.
Sure, it wasn’t the first time she had found herself in bed with someone in the same position and situation. So why did this feel different?
A familiar red flash beeped between their bodies, and instinctively she brought her hands to her chest, trying to hide her breasts—and, more importantly, the device embedded beneath them.
She didn’t understand why she felt this way. After all, other men had seen her like this, and she herself had shown herself to Robert in the locker room on the day of the suspension.
So why was it different now?
Why did she feel different?
Robert’s touch on her arms jolted her from the whirlwind of thought, pulling her back to the moment.
Swallowing softly, she forced her usual grin onto her lips, trying to act normal, hoping her usual teasing tone would be enough to cover the confusion crawling under her skin.
“Did something happen that I didn’t notice?”
Robert’s touch on her hand grew gentler as he searched for her eyes in the dim light of the room.
“Why are you hiding from me?”
Her body suddenly went tense at his words, and she lowered her gaze, strangely unable to meet his, afraid he might really read through her.
“Is it the device? Do you want something to cover yourself?”
Courtney’s mouth remained slightly agape, as if that question had suddenly reset her entire catalog of replies, leaving her unable to answer for a moment.
It was just a question. An act of kindness.
Maybe that was exactly the point.
No one had ever asked her something like that. On its own, it would have been a nearly trivial question, nothing important.
Maybe it was because until that moment she hadn’t cared about being seen like this—after all, it was only for the span of an act and nothing more; it wasn’t like they would really look at her.
Now, instead, she could feel his gaze on her perfectly—not out of mere physical need or lust. Robert was truly looking at her in that moment. He could see her.
Almost ironic, maybe that was what she had always wanted, given her powers.
The silence stretched on, becoming almost deafening, urging her to answer. But just as Robert was about to speak again, Courtney vanished from sight, activating her power.
“Visi,” he called after a few seconds, waiting for her to reappear.
“Even if you disappear from sight, I can still feel you in my arms, you know that, right?”
A sigh escaped his lips, but before he could call her name again, she reappeared in front of him, her short hair falling over part of her face, hoping the hint of red on her cheeks was well hidden.
“…There you are. Look, if you don’t feel like continuing, it’s not a prob—”
“Yeah. I mean, it pinches, it’s heavy. Basically a pain in the ass… or rather in the chest, if you will.”
“I’d like to tell you I get it, that the splinters and cuts I’ve had in that same area are the same thing—but I’d say they’re not.”
“If it were just physical discomfort, I could tolerate it more easily. But that’s not the problem.”
One of the bulbs in the room began to buzz, signaling it would soon burn out, its sound filling the quiet of the room.
“It’s just that I can’t stand looking at it anymore. Not so much for aesthetic taste, I mean… some people like half-cyborg stuff, or that kind of shit, right?” A faint, bitter laugh slipped from her lips, but Robert caught the subtle change in her tone, as if her voice had cracked for just a moment.
“Every time I look at it, it’s just a way to remind me of what happened that night—and everything else.”
As if it had heard her words, the device seemed to glow brighter, washing part of their bodies in red.
“And I know it’s the same for you,” she added, her tone dark again, her voice barely audible.
Robert studied her face in the near darkness of the room, his hands still on her back as she lay on the couch, feeling the warmth of her skin against his palms.
“It’s not like that, Visi.”
“Yes, it is. Maybe you don’t want to admit it because it would make you feel guilty—but you shouldn’t. Maybe it’s only right that I feel this way. I… damn it, I almost fucked up your life, I almost—”
There it was again, that guilt ready to chew her up from the inside over and over. She had foolishly thought that after saving his life she would feel its bite less—but that hadn’t been the case.
Robert’s voice broke through the spiral of her thoughts again, as if offering her a hand to pull her out.
“Are you still sure? That you want this?” Her voice reached his ears faintly, bare in all its vulnerability.
In response, Robert’s hand gently cupped her cheek, letting the warmth of his skin seep into hers, giving her a bit of comfort.
“Of course—if you’re okay with it.”
After a moment, she nodded, slowly moving her hands away from her chest, leaving herself exposed to his eyes.
Robert smiled gently, as if to reassure her for that concession of vulnerability.
“If something’s wrong, tell me, okay?”
“Do something before I change my mind,” she replied with a half-smile on her lips, slipping one hand behind his neck and pulling him down toward her.
Their lips met in an intense kiss, starting with a slow build and growing in a crescendo, more raw and deep, as if it were meant to melt away her doubts and uncertainties, letting his presence wrap around her completely.
She wouldn’t have called him the best kisser she’d ever met, but there was still something about that contact that felt different from anything she’d ever had before. Maybe it was just suggestion, or maybe she was just more vulnerable than usual—she couldn’t really tell.
After a light tug at his lips with her teeth, Robert’s mouth gently traveled along her jaw and down her throat, until it reached her chest, nibbling at her skin from time to time.
His gaze fell on the nearly healed wound on her left shoulder, his eyes darkening imperceptibly at the sight.
In a silent gesture of thanks, he kissed it delicately too, then continued his descent.
Courtney’s hands were in his hair, her fingers tugging lightly at every kiss, pulling more firmly when his lips reached her breasts.
It felt strange to have him there, with the warmth of his body, his lips and damp tongue against her skin, while he gently brushed the area of the device embedded in her flesh with his fingertips. She could feel the same desire in his touch, and yet, as he grazed the part of her she hated the most, he was gentle—as if he wanted to worship every part of her without making her feel ashamed.
“You good?” he asked, lifting his gaze for a moment to make sure she was okay.
Courtney nodded, stifling a soft moan as his touch sent involuntary shivers of pleasure through her.
She had imagined something much rougher—fast, guided purely by physical desire. And yet she didn’t mind the slow rhythm everything was taking.
He undressed her gently, taking his time to explore her body as he did—his fingers caressing her slender legs as he slipped off her jeans, his fingertips lingering a second longer on her abdomen, trailing down along the sensitive curve of her hip bone as he removed her underwear.
If he had wanted to satisfy his needs immediately, he could have—and she probably wouldn’t have protested. And yet, those small attentions were unexpectedly pleasant, something she might never have been used to, and in a way she didn’t quite know how to respond to them.
Instinctively, she would have wanted to answer every gentle touch with some teasing remark to provoke him, to push him into being more aggressive with her—probably to match the experiences she’d had before him.
It was as if her throat and her body refused to cooperate, as if they needed this.
And for once, she told herself, maybe she could allow it.
“Okay, it’s not fair for me to be the only one naked here. You don’t get to be the only one with a good view.”
Courtney’s hands pushed his face away from her chest for a moment, then moved to his shirt, quickly undoing the buttons.
Once she’d freed him, it was the belt’s turn—also removed quickly—along with his pants, which soon joined the rest of the clothes scattered on the floor.
“I hope tomorrow morning we’ll be clear-headed enough to recover our respective clothes,” he laughed softly at the sight of the pile of fabric on the floor.
“Hm, I wouldn’t mind wearing your shirt, even if it has a pretty ugly color.”
“Should I assume you prefer the one from my work uniform?”
“A work uniform always has something sexy about it, I guess. Anyway, if I accidentally take your shirt, you’ll have to wear my tiny tank top.”
“From your tone, I’m guessing you wouldn’t mind.”
“Not at all—it would show your scars better. Which I’m into.”
“Yeah, you mentioned it.”
At last, she could feel the tension slipping from her shoulders, the closer and closer the moment drew near.
“Want a hand with that?” she asked, hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, slightly tugging at it.
“I think I’m still capable of taking my underwear off myself. I don’t want to leave all the fun to you.”
“Don’t be so selfish— it was just to make things even.”
Lifting himself slightly over her, he freed himself of the last piece separating them, letting it fall to the floor.
Propping herself up on one elbow, she cast a glance at the area the boxers had just covered, with a playful smirk.
“I’m not sure that Flambae’s karaoke song was completely wrong, I mean—the part about your—”
“You know how they say, it’s not the tool but how you use it, or some nonsense like that.”
“That’s exactly what someone who—”
“Can you be normal for just one moment?”
“Alright, alright. Won’t talk about little R.”
Choking back a few nervous laughs, silence settled over the room once more, as he retriever a colored pack from a little drawer, which he hadn't used in a while. Kinda useful for that night though.
And now, they were finally facing each other, completely naked— in every sense. Courtney’s gaze traced his entire body as she reached out to stroke his skin, marred by scars and bruises still healing.
Maybe it was the contrast between how ordinary he looked with his clothes on and the sight of his bare torso that left such an impression on her.
“Do they still hurt?” she asked softly, letting her fingers trail over the scarred skin, resting her palm on an old, rather large wound on his chest.
“Only when it rains,” he replied with a half-smile, gently placing his hand over hers, holding it there. “And yours?”
“It still burns. But all in all, that’s a good thing— it reminds me I’m not a very good bulletproof vest,” she replied, this time stroking the small scar left by Shroud’s bullet. “Matching scars. How cheesy.”
“At least it’s original, don’t you think?”
“I suppose so,” she smiled.
One of Robert’s hands gently grasped her thigh, lifting it and guiding it to his side as he hovered slightly over her, his eyes fixed on hers.
“Still time to back out.”
“If you ask me one more time, I swear I’m getting up and leaving.”
“Just making sure,” he smiled, leaning closer, bringing their faces near again.
She lowered her gaze, feeling herself blush again in the darkened room. She wasn’t used to that kind of contact during the act. Eyes said too much— it was too… intimate, paradoxically.
With a soft sigh, she turned her head back, her eyes meeting his. She didn’t consider herself a shy person— after all, their first kiss had been her initiative, and she had been the one to hold his gaze then.
She didn’t understand why now her heart was racing faster than usual. That wasn’t like her. Perhaps it had simply never been the right moment before, to get this vulnerable with someone.
He moved forward cautiously, careful not to hurt her or cause her discomfort in any way.
She sucked in a breath the moment she felt their bodies meet for the first time, the part of him seeping into her with a soft sharpness, like a gentle dagger.
Courtney’s hands immediately went to his back, palms pressed against his shoulder blades as she pulled his body against hers, stifling a moan against his skin.
He paused inside her for a moment, letting her adjust to the sensation, stroking her side in circles in a comforting manner.
“You… you good?” he asked, suppressing the urge to move before making sure she was okay.
She nodded against his chest, still holding tightly to him, and at that confirmation Robert let out a slight breath of relief, beginning to move slowly, gradually picking up pace.
It was a strange feeling— seeing something that had until then existed only in dreams become real, a tangible body, warm and carrying a new, yet somehow already familiar scent.
Her scent was of tobacco, his of aftershave—almost a cliché. Courtney’s fingers slid up to his face as their bodies moved together, her mouth half open while soft moans slipped from her lips.
She cradled his face in her hands, fingertips gently tracing his slight stubble and features, and his right ear. She would definitely ask him about that one day.
Their bodies had slowly found a shared rhythm, as if they had recognized each other even before their minds did—or, more simply, what others would call chemistry. Their hands continued to explore one another, curves and angles and everything else, mapping each other for the first time and imprinting one another’s shape into memory.
It wasn’t just about discovering what brought each of them pleasure, what made them moan, what didn’t. It was a moment of pure vulnerability—to worship each other fully, to unleash all the pent-up desire that had built between them until that very moment.
The tension kept rising, and both of them could feel the familiar warmth low in their abdomen, close to where their bodies were joined.
“Yeah, I can feel that,” he replied, muffling his tagged voice against her skin as his fingers caressed her bare back, holding her tight against him.
Her heart clenched slightly as the thought that the moment was about to end reached her. It was just sex—she’d had it before—and yet, if every time she usually ended up feeling a little empty afterward, this time it wasn’t so.
Maybe because for once, after so long, she felt whole—like it was the right moment and the right thing, and the man above her was just as right.
And what if nothing changed after that night?
She didn’t even know exactly what she was expecting. The only certainty was a voice inside telling her that this time it could be different—it could be.
Robert’s slightly calloused hand cupped her cheek, tilting her head toward him.
She blinked twice, feeling an unexpected sting in her eyes suddenly growing. She laced her fingers with Robert’s, holding his hand against her face.
“I like Courtney better. Keep going with that,” she replied simply, opening her eyes and gently looking back at him.
“Okay then, Courtney,” his voice was warm and deep as always, the perfect guide toward their peak.
Her fingers tightened gently around his, trying to ground herself as a rising, muffled scream built in her throat while he sped up his movements.
She felt every muscle beneath her hands, his scent now mixed with sweat and her own, creating something new she could become addicted to.
As the peak approached, she buried her face in the hollow of his neck, biting down gently, both to claim him and to hide her voice.
Then, as he pulled her closer, nails digging into her skin just as she was doing to him, they reached their peak together, their orgasm crashing over them like a tidal wave.
She couldn’t tell how much time had passed; she could only still see something like fireworks and strange lights projected on her eyelids.
Her breathing was trying to return to normal, and instinctively she reached for her inhaler on the floor, feeling around for it.
Not finding it, she snapped her eyes open, ready to spring up to retrieve it—only to see Robert still above her, grabbing the inhaler from the nearby table and gently pressing it to her lips.
Following his voice, she took the device, activated it, and breathed in deeply.
To hell with asthma even in moments like this, she cursed silently.
Once her breathing had steadied, she felt him shift above her, gently pulling away from her body and then lying down beside her on the couch, as best as space allowed.
“Still cold?” he asked with half a smile, though the question was genuine.
“What do you think?” she replied with a soft, sarcastic laugh. “I thought you were gonna be tougher or wilder, Mecha-Man. Bodies need to move more to produce warmth.”
“Maybe Mecha-Man is, but Robert just wanted to make sure you were okay—and that you weren’t too sweaty, which doesn't go well with cold temperature. I never said it was just one round.”
Courtney laughed softly again, hiding her face against his chest, actually seeking a bit of warmth from him.
“Did I at least do better than in your dreams?”
Another muffled laugh escaped her lips as she turned to face him.
“Yeah, at least I finished this time.”
“Good to know. Now I can even beat myself at something.”
She lightly punched his side, making him squirm a little.
“Don’t get too proud of yourself—I helped too."
Robert’s face was lit by the glow of the streetlamps outside, filtering through the large windows and highlighting the freckles on his cheeks.
Almost instinctively, Courtney’s fingers brushed them gently, studying his slightly sweaty face, his hair just a little tousled.
“They’re cute. The freckles, I mean.”
“Sure, I didn’t think you meant me.”
“I didn’t think you cared that much about it.”
“Not really, but I thought I’d return the compliment.”
She snorted softly, drawing closer to him as she started to feel a few shivers on her skin.
“So it’s the sappy moment, huh?”
“If you don’t want to hear it, I’ll just keep it to myself.”
She lowered her amber eyes for a moment, then looked back at him, taking his hand and placing it on her hip just to feel him more.
“No, it’s okay. My stomach has seen worse. It won’t die because of a few cheesy words, I guess.”
He shook his head lightly as he let her guide his hand, sliding it to the small of her back and caressing it softly with his thumb.
“You’re beautiful like this.”
It couldn’t be otherwise—her naked body in his arms, a faint silvery halo around her from the lights outside, and a thin sheen of sweat highlighting every line.
Her pupils widened at those words—luckily, in the near darkness, he wouldn’t notice.
She had never really cared much about hearing words like that before, and yet, hearing them now, she felt that same sting returning to her eyes.
“Okay, you’ve earned another round. Happy now?” she replied with sarcasm, though he caught the slight change in her tone, as if those words had truly embarrassed her.
“I thought I’d already earned it, but thanks for confirming,” Robert said, lifting his head to reach for the packet on the table. Before he could grab it, Courtney caught his wrist, pulling his hand back between them.
A confused expression crossed Robert’s face as he tried to read her in the dim light.
“Is something wrong? Do you want some water?”
“No. I mean… yes, water. But…” In the cramped space of the couch, she shifted until their bodies touched again, sharing warmth. “…I’d like to stay like this for a bit, if you don’t mind.”
“Do you at least want a blanket?”
“Maybe after the second round,” she added with a hint of a smile.
“I’ll see about getting one, then.”
Robert pulled her gently into his arms, their legs tangling as they settled the best they could on the couch, warming each other however possible.
His fingers ran through her short hair, tidying it a little after all the activity, trying to make it look neater.
“I thought you were more into blondes,” she said randomly as she nestled into his embrace, enjoying the heat seeping into her from his body.
“What made you think that?”
“Feminine sixth sense or some shit like that. Guess it’s not as reliable as they say.”
“Sorry, I’m more into brunettes.”
A red light between their bodies bathed their skin in a ruby-colored halo, almost fitting for the situation.
“It does have some advantages, after all,” Robert said, glancing toward the device on her abdomen.
“What the hell are you talking about—being a human infrared light bulb?”
“More or less. At least in the dark I could see where to aim.”
“Disgusting… I like how you use it. We could turn it into a neon sign.”
“We can think of a few other uses. We’ve got all night.”
A soft caress landed on her cheek as he smiled at her gently, their bodies fitting perfectly together.
She didn't know exactly what to expect after that night, all she knew was that it was right.
They'd have thought about it the next day perhaps.
But for that night, in that room there was only Robert and Courtney.
I finished the game two days ago and I'M OBSESSED. Also, please we need a season 2 asap
