Hey, everybody! So I found a list of kissing and hugging prompts on Tumblr (shared by my friend Carriedreamer who has written some wonderful responses to the prompts in her rabbit hutch!) and some of them were just begging to be written! So, here's the first one. It takes place in the same universe as my story The Piercing, but you do not have to read that in order to get this. :)
Prompt: 22. Spin the Bottle Kiss
Pairing: Robike (Robin Snyder/Mike Believe)
As always, I own nothing! Just putting words on a page!
Enjoy!
Robin Snyder tried not to be too proud of herself, but if there was one thing she was damn good at, it was throwing a party! She tucked a lock of her brown hair behind her ear to get a clear visual of the evening's target: Buttercup Utonium. More specifically, getting Buttercup Utonium to admit that she had the hots for one dangerous looking, newly pierced Rowdyruff Boy.
She caught another pair of blue eyes across the room, and her best friend and partner in crime Bubbles Utonium shot her a thumbs up.
Go time.
Robin abruptly cut the music using the handy stereo remote she'd been keeping in her shorts pocket, awaiting the signal. The few people who had been dancing frowned and searched the room for the source of their problem.
She cleared her throat. "Who's up for a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven?"
The response was immediate. Some of the girls started giggling as a couple of boys started ribbing each other with waggling eyebrows. Robin purposely skipped over the only pair of gray eyes in the room, not quite sure she wanted to face his reaction to their ploy.
Everyone in the room had been let in on the plan, minus the two people in question. If she wasn't looking for it, she wouldn't have thought anyone the wiser. But the smirk on Mitch's lips and the worrying of Blossom's were proof enough. They knew what was happening.
Robin just prayed they stayed quiet long enough for this to work.
"All right, everybody. Gather 'round and sit in a circle!"
As the people in the room followed her command, Bubbles grabbed the empty soda bottle they'd selected as their device to aid their charade.
See, as long as Buttercup thought the game was being left to chance, there was no reason for her to suspect a damn thing. Bubbles handed Robin the bottle as she went to take her spot in the circle.
"Wait, what's the bottle for?" Floyd - or was it Lloyd? – asked.
"To help select who you'll go in the closet with!" Bubbles replied with a bright smile.
The twins both visibly deflated. The one who hadn't previously spoken (dammit, she should really know the difference by now!) lamented, "You mean we don't get to pick who we go in with?"
Blossom might not have noticed the glance in her direction, deep in conversation with Mary sitting next to her as she was, but the other redhead in the room certainly took notice. Those red irises hardened and made Brick look even more terrifying than he normally did.
They would be next. Greens tonight. The Reds could wait for another day…unless fate happened to be kind and saved Robin the trouble! A two-for-one special would be nothing to scoff at.
Damn, it was good to be the Admiral of these ships.
Robin plopped down on Buttercup's left and saw Mitch took the spot on her right. The two shared a look around their none-the-wiser friend, accompanied with conspiratorial smiles. As she leaned to put the bottle towards the middle of the circle, an aggravated sigh sounded from behind her.
"This is a stupid idea."
Offering her best reassuring grin, Robin said, "Oh, cheer up, Buttercup! It's going to be fun!"
"In what way is listening to other people I know make out fun?"
Silly Buttercup. Of course that was planned for. Did she think Robin was new at this? "Who said we'd be listening? It wouldn't be complete without mood music!" She clicked her sacred remote again, the CD of choice slipping into place and playing a song filled with the type of bass that sank into Robin's bones.
The type of bass that made people brave.
Buttercup looked ready to protest further, but Bubbles swooped in to put the kibosh on that right quick.
"So here's the rules!" Bubbles squealed. Robin couldn't help but smile at her friend's excitement. She hoped the odds were in her favor tonight. "First spin is the person you get to share your Seven Minutes with! Then, we'll start the timer once the door is closed. Once you've returned, the same person will spin the bottle to determine who gets to go next. Any questions?"
"Yeah. Can I go home?" Buttercup asked. Mitch snorted from her right, but luckily quieted quickly afterward.
Bubbles giggled. "Of course not, Buttercup! Now, who wants to go first?"
The longer the silence stretched on, the more Robin felt her smile falter. Seriously?! Some of the guys seemed so gung-ho about the idea, she thought for sure one of them would take the bait.
A glance around the circle confirmed her suspicions. No one wanted to go first. She caught Butch shifting his weight ever-so-slightly, and she heard herself take a deep breath. The dark green gaze met hers with an inquisitive quirk of his inky brow.
"I'll do it!" she heard herself exclaim, cheeks burning. She grabbed the bottle before she could stop herself and spun it.
She clenched her hands into fists and started biting her lip. Maybe she'd get lucky and land on one of her girlfriends, so they could just chat for a few minutes. Or maybe she'd get Brick who she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt would never willingly kiss any girl he ended up in that closet with unless she bore cerise eyes. He'd be safe.
Or maybe…
Her eyes slid across the circle and met the pair of gray eyes she'd been avoiding most of the night. Mike Believe met her gaze and offered her a smile that warmed her up inside from her head to her toes. God was he cute!
And so nice too! Almost nobody could find a negative thing to say about the sandy haired boy. One time Robin, in all her grace, tripped over nothing in the hallway, managing to fling one of her books clear across it, smacking the poor guy right in the back.
Had he laughed at her or thrown the book back at her like most teenagers she knew would have done?
No.
Instead, he walked over and handed her the book, helping her gather her things and asked if she was okay. Her heart had gone gallivanting away in her chest that day, and she barely managed a nod. And when she allowed him to pull her back to her feet, tingles spiked up and down her arm from their joined hands.
Maybe people were right and Robin's hopeless romantic tendencies were too over-the-top because that was all it took. She'd had eyes for Mike Believe and no one else since the exchange almost a full year ago.
As much as she wanted to continue to look at him, she noticed the bottle slowing in her peripheral vision. Her eyes locked on the bottle and when it stopped, her heart did too.
Someone out there was both punishing her and rewarding her for wanting a two-for-one special. Robin met those gray eyes once more and saw his cheeks were as red as she imagined hers were.
Was that a good thing though? Maybe he was embarrassed about the whole game, and it had nothing to do with her.
Could she even dare to hope that maybe he liked her, even just a little bit?
Her legs moved of their own volition, leading her toward the closet. Mike rose too and followed behind her.
Through the cacophony of noise erupting behind them, she picked out a squeal that definitely came from Bubbles (her first mate was getting her way after all…) and a whoop of, "Get some!"
She chomped on her lip like it was going out of style and saw Mike throw a dirty look at whoever made the comment. Oh God. Was he really that horrified at the idea that it made him angry? Maybe this was a bad idea, and she should just go back to the circle.
However, before she could commit to the decision, Mike opened the closet door and then bowed slightly toward her while gesturing inside. "After you."
Her heartbeat picked up in her chest as she ducked into the closet. He closed the door behind her, and holy guacamole was it dark in here! She couldn't see a damn thing!
Robin could feel the heat rolling off his body in waves though and became more physically aware of their height difference than she'd ever been before. When he inhaled, his chest practically brushed her nose, and her feelings for the dark changed. At least the darkness kept him from seeing just how red in the face she was. She reached out and found his bicep. When he didn't shrug her off, she let her hand stay there. There was comfort in the gesture, knowing exactly where he was in relation to her.
And feeling his bicep underneath her hand caused her to feel her heartbeat in places that were most definitely not her chest.
"This is a good party, Robin."
Bless this boy. This innocent boy who probably totally didn't want to kiss her at all, and here she stood riddled with thoughts of all the dirty things she wanted to do to him – and him to her.
"Thanks. Are you…having fun?" Back between her teeth the bottom lip went.
"Y-yeah! Uhm…" Even though she couldn't see him, Robin felt Mike reach up scratch the back of his neck. "I feel bad this is the first time I'm getting to talk to you though. I tried to find you earlier, but you, uh…were always busy."
Busy avoiding him. Robin's heart fought between the desire to sink and swell. He'd wanted to talk to her! But she blew him off. God, she was a monster.
In her defense, it was so she could focus on her mission! She knew she'd get caught up in talking to him and forgo the plan all together.
"I'm sorry." And it was the truth.
She felt him shrug underneath her touch. "No need to apologize. It just…wasn't quite the same without you."
Had she mentioned this boy was the sweetest person to roam the earth? People thought it was Bubbles, but she didn't hold a candle to this precious boy.
"And it makes me feel kinda bad."
That caught her attention. "Why would you feel bad? I'm a bad host for not making sure to attend to all her guests."
Mike laughed shakily. "No one would ever accuse you of being a bad host. But, uh…" The neck scratching again. "I just feel kinda bad because I haven't gotten to talk to you all night, but I…I kinda still wanna kiss you anyway."
Robin froze. "…what?"
"Ah, crap. I'm sorry. It's just I really like you, and you're just really close to me right now, and you smell so nice that I wanna mmfmph."
She didn't bother letting him finish and pressed her lips to his quickly, effectively silencing him. She pulled back for a moment. "So kiss me."
This time he didn't hesitate, his mouth slanting over hers and pulling her into him. Robin clutched at his shirt and, realizing it was a button-up, let her fingers go to work. Within seconds her hands were skimming his torso, and he shuddered under her touch which sent a little thrill through her.
She trembled in kind when his hand skimmed her waist under the hem of her shirt, goosebumps appearing all over her skin. He smiled into their kiss at the visceral reaction from her.
Her hands slid back up his chest, and she wound her fingers through his hair. Then he nibbled on her lip, and God, did it feel so much better than when she worried it herself. Robin's knees buckled, and Mike engulfed her in his embrace, pulling her flush against him.
The only things keeping her from crumpling to the floor were her grip on his hair and his arms circled around her waist. Surely, this was what heaven felt like?
Just as she began to toy with the idea of taking it one step further and wrapping her legs around his waist like all the girls did in the movies, an unwelcome knock came at the door.
"Time's up, lovebirds!" God dammit, Bubbles. Robin had never been so disappointed to hear her best friends voice.
"Damn, seven minutes goes way faster in here than out there, huh?" Mike's voice had taken on a husky quality that made another shiver travel up Robin's spine.
"Too fast, if you ask me." She couldn't hide the pout from her voice.
His hands were on his buttons as he chuckled. Then she felt his lips on hers again, and she sighed as her eyes slid closed again. But he pulled away all too quickly, giving her one more quick kiss beneath her ear.
"Well, maybe next time we do this there won't be someone on the other side of the door with a timer?"
Next time? NEXT TIME?! Robin forced herself to swallow down the squeal that threatened to erupt from within her. "I'd like that."
As he opened the door and let her out, she couldn't help the smile that broke out over her face. Even if her plan was a total bust for the Greens, it couldn't knock Robin off her cloud nine she floated on.
She got to kiss Mike Believe. And he wanted to kiss her again.
When Robin chanced a glance at him across the circle later that night, he smiled even bigger than before, and her heart about sputtered to a stop.
Plan? What plan?
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Love and Rockets,
Stranique
