Pairing: SportacusxRobbie Rotten
Rating: G
Warnings: Slash
AN: Set just after the episode 'Dear Diary'.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with the characters used in this fanfiction.
It's Own Reward
It had been another hard day of trying, (and failing), to stir up trouble amongst those noisy brats of Lazy Town. Robbie slouched down in his armchair and pulled a rather large plateful of cake towards him. At least now that it was evening those kids would be indoors and he could have some peace. Grinning, he raised a fork-full of creamy cake up to his open mouth -
- only to yelp and drop it in surprise when he was suddenly kissed on the cheek. He scrambled to pick it up (the five second rule still counted), before turning to see who had interrupted his peace.
There stood Sportacus, smiling down at him.
"What do you want?" Robbie said, taken aback at his presence. "Shouldn't you be out flipping over something?"
"Stephanie told me what you did today," Sportacus said.
"What?"
"About how you found her diary after she lost it."
"Oh. That." Robbie shifted rather uncomfortably in his chair. "Well, you know."
"She wrote about it too. She showed me," Sportacus went on, apparently oblivious to the heating up of Robbie's ears. "You want to know what she wrote?"
"What?" Robbie asked immediately, forgetting about trying to act like he didn't care.
"She said you were very sweet, and thinks that you're just a big softie at heart," Sportacus smiled. "You did something really good today. Doesn't it feel better than doing bad things?"
"... no." Robbie suddenly remembered about acting like he wasn't interested.
Sportacus looked at the large slice of cake on the other arm of Robbie's chair. "Wouldn't you at least rather have something more healthy?"
"Nope." To prove his point, Robbie stuffed the large fork-full of cake into his mouth.
"Robbie," Sportacus shook his head. Then his eye caught the rickety looking clock nailed at an angle to the wall. It was eight o'clock in the evening. "I'd better be heading back," he said. "At least remember to brush your teeth after that."
As Robbie lifted his second large piece of cake, he dropped it again as Sportacus flicked away some stray cream on his cheek and kissed him again. Then he had left with a backwards flip.
Abandoning his fork for a moment, Robbie touched at the spot on his cheek where Sportacus had caught him unaware twice. If this was what doing good things got him, perhaps he'd have to do them a bit more often. Nothing big, of course. And not too often either. After all, he had a reputation to keep up.
END