Seven Swans a-Swimming
"Kim? I'm back!" Robin threw his keys down in the hall and walked to the empty lounge. "Kim?" He tried wandering down the hallway where he heard a whimpering sound and started to panic. "Kim?" he frowned. He peered into the kitchen and almost gasped in horror as he found her slumped across the kitchen table, snivelling slightly. "My god, Kim," he ran to her side, "Whatever's happened?"
Kim could barely raise her head as he put an arm around her shoulders.
"I've just ventured into parts of Simon where no self-respecting lesbian should ever have to go," she whimpered.
"What?" Robin wrinkled up his brow in confusion.
"Don't ask," Kim groaned.
Robin bit his lip a little nervously.
"Does… this have anything to do with your piercing kit being open in the lounge?" he asked. In reply Kim could only nod silently. "You're right, I don't want to know." He hugged her head to his chest and stroked her hair gently. It had to be one of two places that Simon'd had pierced to distress Kim to such a degree and he had a feeling he was going to have to counsel her for some time to help her past the trauma. He softly kissed her head and she sat upright. "Sorry I was gone so long."
"I take it that was a good sign?" Kim asked a little cheekily to make Robin blush.
"Pretty much," he said awkwardly as Kim smiled.
"Yeah, it was about time," she told him.
"So you were in on this as well, were you?"
"Only a little bit," Kim told him, "it was Marci's idea."
"Whoever's idea it was I'm just glad someone had the nerve to push us together because we'd never have done it ourselves," Robin told her. He stood up and held out his hand. "Coming to the lounge?" he asked but in reply she moaned and flopped back to the table.
"I'm too weak to move," she whimpered.
"What's the matter?"
"We never had lunch!" Kim reminded him amid loud fake sobs of distress.
"Oops," Robin bit his lip. He hadn't even realised. "Sorry, Kim." He nodded to the fridge, "is it too late to make you a Christmas eve lunch?"
"Yes, because I'm too weak to eat," Kim told him dramatically, "I can't move my jaw.
"You seem to be managing well enough to complain," Robin teased and Kim coughed pathetically.
"I'm dead," she said, "I'm too dead for food now."
"Really?" Robin asked. He stood up and walked slowly toward the fridge, "are you sure you're too dead for food?"
"Food is a foreign concept to the dead," Kim mumbled into her arm but the sound of the fridge opening made her glance up.
"That is a shame," he told her, "that's a real shame. So much good stuff in here and you're too dead to eat any of it."
Kim watched warily as Robin reached into the fridge and pulled out the cheese box. He took a knife from the counter, sank to the floor in front of the fridge and opened up the box.
"Rub my nose in my own deadness, why don't you?" she sighed.
Robin made a big show of cutting off a corner from the block of cheese and popped it in his mouth. He chewed it slowly, moaning as though it was the most divine taste in the world. He watched Kim looking increasingly annoyed.
"I don't know what you're doing that for!" she scolded, "you were the one who told me not to eat until you got back and now you're making me suffer more!"
"Not that you care because you're too dead to eat," he reminded her, "right?"
"Right."
In response Robin sliced off another corner from the cheese and aimed it slowly towards his mouth.
"Are you sure you don't want any?" he taunted.
"Not wanting any is not the point!" cried Kim, "I'm too weak and too drained to move!"
"Oh, so you've recovered from your sudden bout of death then?" Robin asked. He tried not to laugh at the growing annoyance on Kim's face. "Come here," he told her, smiling.
"Too weak. You come here."
"Well if you're not going to play by my rules –" Robin began and ate the cheese.
"What rules?" Kim didn't know whether to laugh or give him the finger.
"The rule that says you should join me over here", Robin told her with a sly smile.
Kim watched with envy as Robin sliced off another piece of cheese and made a big deal about eating it. Shuffling to mask the growling of her stomach she pulled a face at him and sat up.
"You're a cruel man, Robin Thomas, a bloody cruel man."
"A cruel man with cheese," Robin told her.
Her hunger pangs finally tore her resolve away and with a growl of frustration she had to give in.
"Fine," she said with annoyance, "but you'd better make this worth my while."
"Oh, I will," Robin smiled. He curt a chunk of cheese and held it up as she joined him on the floor in front of the open fridge. "Open wide."
Kim wanted to make a comment about sexual innuendos but the cheese needed her attention more than the comment so she opened her lips and allowed Robin to feed her the cheese. Despite herself she gave a moan of pleasure and finally food passed her lips.
"Worth your while?" Robin asked as Kim swallowed it down.
"Not yet," she told him, a half-smirk appearing as he cut some more and fed it to her. She closed her eyes and sighed happily at the flavour. "Getting better," she mumbled, swallowing.
"But still not good enough?" Robin asked and Kim raised her eyebrows. "Alright." Robin gently but firmly pushed her backwards until she lay across the hard black and white checked floor tiles.
"What are you doing?" she squealed, the temperature of the floor giving her a bit of a shock.
"Making it worth your while," Robin told her. There was a different tone in his voice now. It was no longer light and cheeky, it was playful and desirous. He looked at Kim, overwhelmed with thankfulness that she was finally there with him, that they were able to spend Christmas together. After he'd arrived in the world on a permanent transfer he'd feared that he would never see her again and yet here they were, living their lives as though it was the most normal thing in the world.
He reached for the buckle of the belt she'd slung around the shirt she was wearing and started to unfasten it, then opened her shirt one button at a time.
"Haven't you had enough for one day?" Kim commented cheekily with a glint in her eye.
"Nope," Robin smiled, "I haven't had any of you."
He spread the shirt open and pulled her upright momentarily to pull the shirt from her body, then laid her down upon it so the floor wasn't too hard or cold.
"What's gotten into you today?" Kim asked, trying not to giggle, "- apart from Jake," she said cheekily.
"Well that's very crude, Miss Stringer," Robin told her, "I think we need to give your mouth something to do to stop any more rude comments."
"Oh yeah?" Kim asked, raising an eyebrow and suddenly more cheese loomed before her which she accepted hungrily. As she gulped it down she glanced up at Robin who was getting to his feet. "Wha- where are you going?" she demanded.
"Not far, don't worry," Robin reached into the fridge and collected up a few items, laying each one by her side.
"What are you doing?" she asked, "I feel silly –"
"You won't in a moment," Robin told her as he quickly popped open the button on her jeans and pulled down the zip. He slipped one hand inside her jeans, between her legs and as she opened her mouth in a gasp of surprise he popped a little parma ham on her tongue and her eyes widened. She chewed it and swallowed.
"I almost choked," she lied as he pressed his fingers against her and caused her to close her eyes and draw in her breath.
"Be ready for the next one then," he whispered, feeding her a little more ham. She moaned as she chewed, a combination of fine flavours and strong sensations curing two different hungers at the same time. When she'd eaten the ham she opened her eyes and looked at Robin's devilish expression.
"Dear god, what are you doing to me?" she whispered.
"Making it up to you," he told her, "I left you hungry all day."
"In more ways than one," Kim told him softly as the feelings started building up and a tingling spread through her body.
"Still feeling hungry?" he breathed against her neck as he began to kiss her skin softly and she growled with need.
"Ravenous," she whispered. She no longer felt silly, all she felt was a desperate need to be touched, to be closer to him than ever.
"I'll keep going then," he whispered. He slipped the tip of his finger inside her for a second which sent her body twitching like crazy before he reached for a tomato and held it above her to bite into. As her teeth sank into the flesh of the food the juice dripped from inside, running down her chin and onto her neck.
"Whoops," Robin whispered. He looked Kim in the eye as he saw her cheeks flushing with the fast pace of her heart. Withdrawing his hand from her jeans, he leaned close to her and brushed his lips lightly to hers, then moved down to kiss the juice away from her chin. She gave a low moan as his lips travelled downward, cleaning her skin, kissing every inch as he went until he moved beyond the remains of the tomato and concentrated on kissing her body, as much of it as he could before he reached the top of her jeans and began to pull them down along with her knickers. She writhed on the floor, wriggling to allow him to remove them before he abandoned her momentarily to dip back into his supply of food and emerged with strawberries.
"Very seasonal," Kim whispered with a smile as Robin gave her a sly grin. He placed the punnet on her belly and she yelped at the sensation of the cold fruit.
"Sorry," he smirked.
"Bastard," she protested but as he slipped a hand between her thighs and ran his fingers along the wetness that was already covering her clit he knew that her protests would have to stop. "Fuck!"
"Now hold still," Robin told her. He opened the punnet, then reached beside them and picked up a fresh pot of cream.
"I thought they were for boxing day," Kim could barely breathe as tiny pinpricks of excitement filled her body.
"You needed filling up now," Robin reminded her, peeling back the foil. He plucked out a strawberry and dipped it into the cream before he offered it out to her. "Right?"
Slowly Kim opened her mouth and awaited the sweet treat, but at the last second he withdrew it and munched it himself instead, raising a laugh of outrage from Kim.
"You bastard!" she cried.
"That's a bit severe," Robin giggled, grabbing another strawberry and popping it in her mouth before she could say anything else. She gave a muffled laugh as she bit it off at the stalk and closed her eyes, taking in the beautiful flavour while Robin's fingers ran the length of her torso, arriving back at the punnet. He picked out another strawberry and dipped it into the cream.
"This one's yours," he said, holding it out before turning his hand around and aiming it into his own mouth instead.
"I knew you were going to do that," Kim said, half annoyed and half amused. Robin laughed as he ate the strawberry.
"OK, OK," he began with a grin, "this one's definitely for you." He picked out a strawberry, dipped it into the cream and raised his eyebrow. "Ready?"
To Kim's utter shock Robin placed the scream-covered fruit on her belly and began to slowly trail it up towards her face. She gasped and wriggled at the sensation of the cold cream on her skin as it snaked and swirled in patterns before he finally held it out for her to eat. She was so taken with the sensation of the movement across her skin that she could barely remember to bite into the fruit.
Driven by the sound of her pleasured gasp, Robin dipped another strawberry and traced it in a pattern along her body, touching both of her pierced nipples briefly before holding it out for her to bite. He reached into the box again to repeat the motion with another creamy strawberry, and another, and another until the box was empty, her stomach was full and her body was slippery and sticky with cream.
"Can't take you anywhere, can I?" he whispered into her ear as she lay back almost helpless with anticipation, "look at the mess you're in."
"I can't take responsibility for that," Kim whispered, Robin's breath against her ear sending a shiver down her spine.
"Maybe it was partly my fault," Robin gave a sly smile. He leaned forward and kissed her; his shirt became stained by cream but he didn't care. Slowly he moved downward, kissing her chin, then her neck, then her chest, dipping his tongue into the cream, lapping it up like a contented cat, although Kim was the one who was purring. The sounds she uttered as Robin moved downward, tasting her skin beneath the cream, covering every inch of her body drove him wild and soon he found himself between her legs, his tongue not yet too tired to taste a different kind of sweetness, dipping inside of her, moving back and forth across her clit, sweeping back and forth while she breathed deeper and gasped a little louder with every stroke.
With one last long lap of his tongue he sat up, his shirt smeared and messy, and gently slipped two fingers inside of her; pressing them upwards, searching for the spot that he knew was going to send a shockwave of intense pleasure through her body. When her hips suddenly rose he knew he'd found it and he couldn't hold back the smile.
"There it is," he murmured as he moved his fingers in and out of her, pushing them in deeper, pressing her g-spot while his other hand began to concentrate on her clit, rubbing it a little harder and a little faster every few moments to build up the feeling.
"Oh fuck," she breathed, her head back and eyes closed, surrendering completely to him, surrendering to Robin's touch. Her body jolted as she gave in to the thunderous climax that she'd been trying to hold off as long as possible and cried out as waves of sensation emanated from between her legs and spread throughout her from head to toe. She could barely breathe, she couldn't see or hear, all her concentration went into the orgasm that wracked her with twitches and jolts until the feeling began to die down and she lay, still and exhausted across the floor; messy, sticky but thoroughly satisfied in every way.
Dazed and dizzy, she slowly propped herself up on one arm, looking at Robin's somewhat smug expression and gasped,
"If you're going to do that every time you've seen Jake then why the bloody hell didn't you two get together sooner?" She watched Robin look down and laugh gently as she rose properly to an upright position, grabbing for a teatowel to clean herself off a little. She realised how far they had both come, from the first tentative steps of their relationship to being 100% comfortable with one another in every way. She couldn't imagine doing such a thing with anybody else. "Look at the state of me," she said, laughing. She glanced up at Robin. "You too"
"It's a dirty job but somebody had to do it," Robin joked.
Kim wiped at her sticky body, gave a muffled burp and surveyed the mess around them.
"This'll take forever to clean up," she told him.
"Better get started then," Robin told her as he got to his feet. He held out his hanf. "Come on then."
"What are you doing?" frowned Kim.
"I'm going to clean you up first," Robin told her, "in a long, hot bubble bath."
"The floor –"
"Fuck the floor."
"I think we just did," Kim commented.
Robin smiled and grasped her hand. Slowly she rose from the ground and he led her away to the bathroom to wash her sticky, sweet skin clean. It might have been Christmas eve but Robin was happy to let Kim have one surprise a day early at the very least
~xXx~
A/N: Updates may be a little slower for a while because I'm launching a new business (yes another one!) and I'm also way ahead of where I was expecting to be in my storyline for this time of year and am planning to start a certain fic on a certain day. So I may be able to pick up some of the side fics I've left abandoned as well!
Also, in case I don't update in the next couple of days HAPPY EASTER! :) *sends Simon round your houses wearing bunny ears and an easter version of the jumper*
