for Thomas

[goodfellow]

Robin was "home" early from work because he'd sold a car for approximately three times what it was worth with the customer kissing his feet by the end. Seemed like a good reason to call it a day on a good note, and so he'd driven his own car way too fast down a busy street back to Thomas' place.

Thomas was still at the salon, and so Robin puttered around for a bit, bored. He took off his shoes and socks and jacket, drank a glass of wine, drank another glass of wine, and then started snooping around. He hadn't done a lot of that, considering how long he'd been staying here. He liked to think it was because Thomas was usually home when he was, or because he didn't care enough, rather than something like respecting the vampire's privacy.

He was glancing through the coat closet when he heard the front door open. It was pretty innocuous, the coat closet, so he didn't bother to stop. Instead he pulled out a hideous crocheted scarf, holding it between his hands and turning to regard Thomas (who looked as edible as always).

"I didn't take you for the handmade-by-grandma style," Robin said dryly, looking at the scarf with some distaste.

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[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin just made a muffled little sound at the slap. He vaguely thought he'd like to roll over but couldn't seem to move very well yet.

"Tell me the truth," he said, still sounding like he was half asleep, or half dead or something. "You liked it, didn't you?"

[raith_rogue]

Thomas snorted. "You even have to ask?" But he knew the puck's ego by that time. "It was amazing. I don't think I can walk, it was so good."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

That actually seemed to revive Robin a little, and he managed to roll onto his back, looking up at Thomas with an exhausted grin.

"Aren't you a lucky duck," he said. "It wasn't bad for me either. I might keep you."

[raith_rogue]

"How fortunate," Thomas replied, deadpan. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking at Robin with obvious appreciation, head to toe.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin let out a low groan, that was halfway between sensual and pained. "Don't look at me like that, sunshine. If we had another go I think you really might kill me."

And that was a seriously big statement for a puck.

[raith_rogue]

"I had no intention of pushing my luck," Thomas promised. "Doesn't mean I can't admire the merchandise." He sighed and let his eyes drift closed, a small smile on his lips.