But all Robin could do was watch as the Slutty Pumpkin left with a Tootsie Roll in hand, costume starting to roll up with the soft swing of her hips. Although she've only been with men her entire life, she was raised to be a boy, she was accustomed to laugh with the guys, watching booties and calculating boob sizes. So, on the Halloween party, when at 1 am Barney and Ted were drunk in a corner of the roof, having a "wish we were gay", "we should have a baby together" talk, Robin found herself staring at Naomi's costume's holes showing her half covered breasts, and a little of the left nipple. She was just drunkenly trying to find out if it was slightly dark pink or light brown when it was suddenly closer, and closer; she went to the appetizers table, looking for a lime to go with her brew, but Robin just couldn't help herself. She pretended to trip with her own feet and throw her iced scotch over the mildly naked skin under that pumpkin costume, making her scream.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Why did I do that? "Here, let mi help." She said, trying helplessly to dry her with half a napkin she found on the table. Naomi started to laugh and slap Robin's hand away.
"Forget it, you're not gonna dry me with that."
"Well, you do know I have an apartment downstairs, Ted's not even gonna get there until tomorrow" She said motioning to Barney and Ted singing Puzzles on the roof's floor.
"Seriously, it doesn't matter, I was going to call it a night anyway." She said with the tired sigh of someone that was excited to have a good night and ended up drinking alone.
"It's alright, I don't really have anything else to do anyway." What the fuck are you doing? She thought while taking her hand and leading her trough the stairs and over the window, they entered to her room and she close the door behind her.
"You should get that thing off while I look for a towel." Robin said checking on her closet for a clean one. She was just about to go to the bathroom to get it when she heard a soft thump and turned around, the Slutty Pumpkin was standing in the middle of the room with a high thing stocking, plain black panties and a bra that was so low cut that she could now see the top of both nipples.
"Oh." Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god… The canadian grabbed a random t-shirt that was over her bed and walked until she was just a couple of inches from her. Naomi unclasped her bra letting it fall on the floor, took Robin by the wrist and began rubbing the cloth over her wet stomach in slow circles.
So The Slutty Pumpkin isn't just a name…