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I would have posted this as a comment, but it was too long. So much for a "drabble".
“So this is… what?” Lily asked, gesturing before her. There was a beautiful view laid out; the sun was setting, and even the smog had trouble ruining the loveliness of it. There were a couple of buildings, particularly the factory to her far left, that could have been Photoshopped out of the picture, and she wouldn’t have missed them. But that was so like Robin, wasn’t it? To pick something almost entirely beautiful but with flaws? “Detroit’s version of Makeout Point?”
Robin snorted and exited the car, crossing to her side to open the passenger door. “As close as Detroit gets,” he answered.
“And we’re not staying in the car?” she laughed, furrowing her brow and stepping out as though entering a dangerous cave. She peeked around and wouldn’t have moved forward if not for Robin taking her hand and pulling her around to the hood of the car. He lifted her and plopped her down on top, and Lily reacted instantly by trying to pull him down against her, legs and arms reaching to tangle around him. “Oh, I get it now…”
“Whoa, just a sec,” Robin chuckled. “Putting the cart before the horse, kiddo.” He pried himself free with some effort, smirking at her stubborn pout as he scooted up beside her, reclining against the windshield and sliding an arm around her waist.
“Now I’m confused,” Lily pointed out, and though her instinct was to snuggle in close, she stayed herself much to her own frustration. “Robin Locke is officially acting like a total prude, wanting to look at the sunset and possibly ruin the hood of this car in the process. I’m gonna need an explanation before I naturally assume that the real Robin is tied up somewhere… Oh, nice thought… And you’re some kind of double… Another nice thought. How do you feel about a threesome with two of yourself? Because I think that’s kind of a great idea.”
This drew a hearty belly-laugh from Robin, and Lily was pleased with herself but still mystified. Luckily, he calmed enough to speak. “I don’t know if I could swing that way even for myself, fine piece of ass that I am. Unless that’s just a kind of masturbation…?” He waved this off as if he couldn’t believe he was bothering with trying to wrap his head around it. “Anyway, can’t a guy be romantic?”
“Not you,” Lily grunted with a playful smirk.
“Oh, that stings,” Robin grinned back, then pulled her down into his arms since she was stalling so. “Fucking you senseless isn’t romantic?”
“It’s hot,” she agreed readily as she toyed with his collar, appearing to be fascinated with it when really she was trying not to meet his eyes at the moment. “But you might want to check the dictionary for ‘romance’ on that one.” She raised her eyes, and he could see the usual lust that she was trying to guard against him sensing. Maybe she was scared she was the one with no sense of romance? “Not that I ever said stop…”
“Mmm,” Robin replied with a lazy smile. “I think the words you tend to use are ‘more’ and ‘oh God, right there’.” He ran a hand over her hair as she giggled, resting her cheek against his shoulder and peeking out at the sunset over his chest. “But you know I love you, right?”
“Of course I do, stupid,” Lily snorted. “And I love you, too.”
“Good,” Robin nodded, then fished a box from his jacket pocket. “That’ll make this a pretty easy question to answer then.” He flipped it open with one hand and put it within her field of vision.
Lily casually glanced at the ring, then jerked back, staring down at it as if it were a snake. At first, Robin was ready to take this as a “no”, then she tore it roughly from his hands and brought it closer to her face. She eyeballed the jewel in the ring, then turned the stunned look on him.
“Where in great googly-moogly did you get this?” she asked breathlessly.
“I know a guy who knows a guy,” he shrugged. “How else?”
“Look at the size of that rock,” she laughed. “You sure you don’t want to feed the city with it? You know me, baby. I don’t need shiny baubles…”
Robin shook his head. “Well… It’s kind of a statement. About the sort of trouble I’d go to for you. So yeah, wear it. Just… watch your back with something like that on your hand in this town.”
Lily snorted as she pried the ring free and slid it over her finger. “Don’t I know it…” She pulled her hand back and gazed at the dying sun as it made orange and pink light dance across it.
“Uh…” Robin pushed himself into her field of vision. “Forgetting something?”
“Hmm?” she asked.
“Will you?”
“Oh yeah!” she crowed, then threw her arms about his neck and slammed him backwards, landing in a hale of messy kisses. He laughed and rolled with her, almost toppling off the car altogether. When she’d calmed, she grinned down at him and asked, “Putting on the ring wasn’t confirmation enough?”
“I’m a dense, thickheaded guy,” he reminded her. “I need clear, verbal answers to stuff like that.”
“Then, yes,” she giggled, leaning in for yet another kiss.
“So this is… what?” Lily asked, gesturing before her. There was a beautiful view laid out; the sun was setting, and even the smog had trouble ruining the loveliness of it. There were a couple of buildings, particularly the factory to her far left, that could have been Photoshopped out of the picture, and she wouldn’t have missed them. But that was so like Robin, wasn’t it? To pick something almost entirely beautiful but with flaws? “Detroit’s version of Makeout Point?”
Robin snorted and exited the car, crossing to her side to open the passenger door. “As close as Detroit gets,” he answered.
“And we’re not staying in the car?” she laughed, furrowing her brow and stepping out as though entering a dangerous cave. She peeked around and wouldn’t have moved forward if not for Robin taking her hand and pulling her around to the hood of the car. He lifted her and plopped her down on top, and Lily reacted instantly by trying to pull him down against her, legs and arms reaching to tangle around him. “Oh, I get it now…”
“Whoa, just a sec,” Robin chuckled. “Putting the cart before the horse, kiddo.” He pried himself free with some effort, smirking at her stubborn pout as he scooted up beside her, reclining against the windshield and sliding an arm around her waist.
“Now I’m confused,” Lily pointed out, and though her instinct was to snuggle in close, she stayed herself much to her own frustration. “Robin Locke is officially acting like a total prude, wanting to look at the sunset and possibly ruin the hood of this car in the process. I’m gonna need an explanation before I naturally assume that the real Robin is tied up somewhere… Oh, nice thought… And you’re some kind of double… Another nice thought. How do you feel about a threesome with two of yourself? Because I think that’s kind of a great idea.”
This drew a hearty belly-laugh from Robin, and Lily was pleased with herself but still mystified. Luckily, he calmed enough to speak. “I don’t know if I could swing that way even for myself, fine piece of ass that I am. Unless that’s just a kind of masturbation…?” He waved this off as if he couldn’t believe he was bothering with trying to wrap his head around it. “Anyway, can’t a guy be romantic?”
“Not you,” Lily grunted with a playful smirk.
“Oh, that stings,” Robin grinned back, then pulled her down into his arms since she was stalling so. “Fucking you senseless isn’t romantic?”
“It’s hot,” she agreed readily as she toyed with his collar, appearing to be fascinated with it when really she was trying not to meet his eyes at the moment. “But you might want to check the dictionary for ‘romance’ on that one.” She raised her eyes, and he could see the usual lust that she was trying to guard against him sensing. Maybe she was scared she was the one with no sense of romance? “Not that I ever said stop…”
“Mmm,” Robin replied with a lazy smile. “I think the words you tend to use are ‘more’ and ‘oh God, right there’.” He ran a hand over her hair as she giggled, resting her cheek against his shoulder and peeking out at the sunset over his chest. “But you know I love you, right?”
“Of course I do, stupid,” Lily snorted. “And I love you, too.”
“Good,” Robin nodded, then fished a box from his jacket pocket. “That’ll make this a pretty easy question to answer then.” He flipped it open with one hand and put it within her field of vision.
Lily casually glanced at the ring, then jerked back, staring down at it as if it were a snake. At first, Robin was ready to take this as a “no”, then she tore it roughly from his hands and brought it closer to her face. She eyeballed the jewel in the ring, then turned the stunned look on him.
“Where in great googly-moogly did you get this?” she asked breathlessly.
“I know a guy who knows a guy,” he shrugged. “How else?”
“Look at the size of that rock,” she laughed. “You sure you don’t want to feed the city with it? You know me, baby. I don’t need shiny baubles…”
Robin shook his head. “Well… It’s kind of a statement. About the sort of trouble I’d go to for you. So yeah, wear it. Just… watch your back with something like that on your hand in this town.”
Lily snorted as she pried the ring free and slid it over her finger. “Don’t I know it…” She pulled her hand back and gazed at the dying sun as it made orange and pink light dance across it.
“Uh…” Robin pushed himself into her field of vision. “Forgetting something?”
“Hmm?” she asked.
“Will you?”
“Oh yeah!” she crowed, then threw her arms about his neck and slammed him backwards, landing in a hale of messy kisses. He laughed and rolled with her, almost toppling off the car altogether. When she’d calmed, she grinned down at him and asked, “Putting on the ring wasn’t confirmation enough?”
“I’m a dense, thickheaded guy,” he reminded her. “I need clear, verbal answers to stuff like that.”
“Then, yes,” she giggled, leaning in for yet another kiss.
sleepy
Hugs!