A/N: Please note! This chapter will most likely be the last for this (unless I come up with inspiration for a third), and it was requested by my friends because they're a bunch of perverts whom I love very dearly. With that being said, since I'm stronger in the 1st person, unfortunately that means that makes this one in 1st person, which is of course a vast difference from the first 'chapter'. Anyway, hope you enjoy for those that read on! Cheers.

"Yes."

No sooner had the words left my lips, I felt fingers begin to dance to their own beat as they scurried and pulled and pinched at armour straps, cords and buckles. Eyes the colour of charcoal never left my face and I buckled under her stare. That lone gaze held so much emotion, so much heat... that the feelings it caused deep in the pit of my stomach frightened me. If Robin noticed my discomfort, she made no means of taking heed as her assault on my armour continued gracefully and with determination.

The hand that was pressed against the small of my back gave pressure before laying me on the ground. Sash, belt, cloak, pauldrons... all of these familiar pieces were on the ground beside me, and I noticed in the dim light that Robin's robe was among them. One would think that seeing this would actually cement the fact that a woman above them was slowly removing her shirt, and that her hands were slowly creeping up to remove their own tunic but... all of it was just odd to me.

None of this felt real.

Through the dim light, Robin continued to gaze into my eyes and I couldn't help but grow embarrassed as goose bumps prickled my skin as it was kissed by the cold air. The mere fact that she had removed all of my clothing so quickly caused me to wonder just how long she had been planning this... but when her eyes broke away and lips began to trace runes from my stomach to my throat, such thoughts became trivial.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?"

These words were mumbled into my chest, but to my ears they were an orchestrated symphony. Shocking to even myself, I felt my heart soar and attempt to do assuage the feelings of both suspicion and contempt. Thoughts continued to parade through my skull, showing that perhaps things would be different. I didn't need to kill Robin. Didn't need to focus so hard on the future, that everything would turn out... amazing.

Muscles began to loosen as the scent of grass and wind and her became familiar and enveloping and breath was becoming easier to come by, although it was still difficult to swallow away the shyness that plagued me. A sharp inhale sounded from the woman hovering over my frame and I was unsure of what was wrong... until I realised with a start that it was her removing my trousers. Most likely feeling the chill in the air, Robin swiftly reached back over and draped us in her large robes before returning back to me, hands at my shoulders and eyes devouring mine.

Could I really go through with this?

My tactician's breath was warm against my face, and it seemed for a minute she was wondering the same as those charcoal eyes flickered into a more passive, calculating glint... until they darkened considerably. Robin's face grew closer, and my own breathing increased tenfold, my heart palpitating in my chest. Those lips that had teased me not too long ago were now pressing against my own, delicately at first before gaining confidence. Eyelids fluttered shut, and my mind began to slip into a dim haze as instincts slowly began to take over.

Her tongue grazed over my lips, brief enough that for a second I thought it mere imagination but all the same I parted my mouth just enough and was not disappointed. The feelings that overcame me then were unlike any that I had felt before. The warmth, the closeness, the texture. Her mouth was soft, her movements delicate and I felt the core of my body reacting with a tightening coil that caused my breath to hitch.

Robin pulled away, tantalizingly slow as her teeth latched onto my lower lip. I could feel my face growing hot as a yearning whimper I had never heard before escaped from my throat, and my fingers were beginning to twitch in such a way that caused the woman above me to smirk. I couldn't help but allow my eyes to drink in her moonlight illuminated form. Every curve, every edge, every dip and dive and texture and by the gods was she gorgeous.

The heat in my body grew hotter, threatening to engulf me in its inferno. Swallowing nervously, I initially forbade my hands from having the freedom to reach out, to grab, to caress... but when she gave me that look of hers, with an upturned eyebrow and her own face dusted with a flush, I gave in. My fingertips began their own awkward dance as I carved shapes and feelings and worlds into her skin. At her guidance, fingertips became palms wrapped around her waist, and they wandered up. Robin smiled a bit, eye-tooth nibbling her lip as I curiously cupped her breasts. For a moment, I couldn't help but be a tad jealous of their size, but it quite soon dawned on me that at this moment in time they were mine... and I finally understood just what Robin had meant.

When I grew more comfortable exploring her body, she began her own exercises expertly playing with my body with feather touches and twists... but it wasn't until she came closer to me and once more played her tongue against my skin. Eventually, she pulled away from my reach, her hands and mouth continuing to threaten to induce me into a mewling mess. I closed my eyes once more to fully experience the sensations, but a small gasp soon escaped from my lips as a hot breath kiss my womanhood and my eyes snapped open. Sitting up, Robin was at ease in my legs and when she caught me looking, she wiggled her eyebrows at me in a rather suggestive manner.

What was it that she was pla-.

Oh.

As if daring me to make a sound or reaction, she continued to look into my eyes as her soft tongue played with me in ways I admittedly had never thought of. Massaging, playing, prodding, her muscle continued to pleasure the soft folds of skin I never once thought could offer such reactions. Breathing was becoming difficult as lapped away at my core, an occasional tooth finding its way in, and my mind was beginning to darken and haze and pulse with vibrant colour and noise all at once. I could just make out a soft humming coming from Robin's throat, her own hand beneath her from what I could make out and none of it made any sense but it didn't matter. I clasped my hands to her head, my nails scratching into her scalp as breaths became pants became moans became words...

And it was then my world exploded, my body vibrating and Robin shaking between me and over me as her hand continued to work, her free hand digging into my hips until she too slowed to a stop.

Breath was erratic between the both of us, but she soon crawled up and kissed me gingerly on the ear before sprawling out beside me. Facing toward me, Robin smiled softly and ran a finger across my cheek and it was at that moment, relishing in these strange waves of feelings and emotions, drenched in her scent and heat and presence...

I felt the safest I had in years.