Alternate title would be: "On how after so many months of having to write a plot for the Robins' romance, Mah now just decided to write stupid fluff for them".

At least I finally got my obligatory "Story with meaningful foreign language title" out of the way. By the way, "cafuné" is a Brazilian word and has no real translation into English.

(by the way, this didn't go through any beta reading, so be ye warned)

"Rob..."

"Hm?"

"Are you done choosing?"

"Not yet."

"But we have been here for hours!"

"Don't exaggerate."

Robin let out an exasperated sigh and went back to sulking in the corner between bookshelves, completely bored out of her mind. Which was kind of an accomplishment for someone who adored going to bookstores. But even her love for bookstores could turn into annoyance when she had already decided on what she would buy and the only thing that stopped her from purchasing her books and leaving was her boyfriend's indecision on what HE would buy.

Robin let out another sigh and clutched the books in her hand tighter.

"I won't take long, I promise," Rob said as he took two books, one about the anthology of Pokemon fauna and another about the history of the Smash Hotel, and tried to decide between them.

"You already said that half an hour ago!" she whined. "Pick one already and let's go. I still want to have lunch before my match with Mario begins."

"Sure, sure, just a moment."

Just a moment, just a moment.

Robin huffed.

She had to do something to make him decide quicker. Or at the very least, pass the time in a way that didn't involve browsing through books that she has already rejected.

A wicked smile appeared on her lips as an idea formed in her mind. Oh, that would do just perfectly! She settled the book she was carrying at the top of one of the shelves and silently walked behind Rob. Not once did he realize that she was now this close to him. The poor thing.

Still with that wicked smile, Robin started to tenderly run her fingers through Rob's feathery white locks. Rob immediately tensed up from the sudden action and almost dropped the two books on the floor, and the smile Robin bore on her lips soon transformed into one of satisfaction.

"R-R-Robin… W-What are you doing?" he whispered, unable to shift from his position.

"Rob, did you use a new conditioner on your hair?" Robin asked, casually, as she continued to run her fingers through his hair. "It feels even softer than before."

"N-No..."

"Uh, I could swear something's different," she hummed. "It feels so nice."

Rob didn't answer her as he suddenly became too engrossed on the pleasent sensation to react to anything else. He could feel her fingers traveling up and down his scalp, going from the back of his head to the nape, sometimes with an occasional nail just slightly scratching his skin, enough to send shivers down his spine. Sometimes her thumb and middle finger would keep making little circles just behind his ear, before going back to going up and down through his scalp.

Robin simply enjoyed transforming him into putty under her touch. Despite not being able to see it clearly, she just knew his knees were almost giving up on sustaining his weight. That's what he got for being so indecisive. This was her ultimate punishment and Rob didn't know how to get away from it. He could feel his eyelids getting heavy as she continued caressing his hair and occasionally giving a very gentle tug on some of his locks.

Her touch was just so soothing… He might just fall asleep.

"So have you decided on what book you want yet?" she purred in his ear.

And make her stop what she was doing? Of course not!

"No…" he let out an involuntary sigh. "Not yet."

She looked around her just to make sure there was no one in sight and, once realizing that they were completely alone in the aisle, she leaned over just enough her nose was barely touching the back of his neck, lips almost brushing its base.

"Choose one already."

"It's too difficult," he murmured.

Suit yourself, she thought.

Robin began scraping her teeth on his skin, all while still caressing his hair. That certainly woke him up. And for the second time at that moment, Rob almost dropped the books.

"R-Robin..." he stuttered, feeling that his breathing was getting slightly heavier than before. "Now that's just cruel..."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she purred without taking her teeth off from his skin.

Oh, she couldn't be more grateful that Rob was wearing more casual clothes instead of his battle attire. The collar vest he usually wore would definitely get in the way.

As for Rob, he didn't know if he should feel extremely relaxed or extremely hot. He was in such a dilemma on what he should be feeling that he couldn't even think about moving. And if he couldn't move, Robin would continue doing what she was doing and just make things worse. Or better. He didn't know. All he could do was concentrate on the feeling of her teeth on his skin, her breath on his neck and her fingers on his hair.

He wanted more. He didn't even care if someone might walk in and wonder just what was going on between them. He just wanted more of what she was doing and spend the entire day like this.

But just as he conformed with the trap that his girlfriend had set for him, she suddenly stopped everything that she was doing and stepped away from him.

"Uh?"

Rob's eyelids opened as if he just got out of a trance.

No, she couldn't be serious about stopping now!

"H-Hey, I was enjoying that!" Rob protested, getting slightly embarrassed that said protest sounded a lot more like whining.

"None of this would have happened if you just decided on a book to buy already," Robin smirked.

"You're too cruel!"

"And you are too indecisive."

Rob just ended up slamming the Smash Hotel history book back into the shelve and stormed off to the cashier, face still flustered and hot from the constant teasing, leaving Robin behind to calmly pick the book she was going to buy back and follow him right after that.

Well, that sure was interesting, though she felt kind of bad for leaving Rob hanging there after so much teasing.

She would make sure to finish the job once they got back to their room.

I'll never let go of this ship, Jack. I'll never let go.