Hoo, boy... Okay, so... To the people who felt a little uncomfortable with last chapter, I think you might want to skip the last half of this one, especially because I went as far as the rating T would let me (though, if you're reading a romantic story between Rob and Robin, then I have no idea what you thought you were getting when you started reading this). So, yeah... I'm sorry.
On a brighter note, this chapter was finished much sooner than I thought. I wonder why.
I wonder.
And, once again, I want to thank Makokam for beta reading this chapter for me! Seriously, thank you!
In less than ten minutes after their fight was over and Robin was declared winner, Rob, Robin, Lucina and Shulk were back in the hotel in less than five minutes thanks to Master Hand's teleportation. Before any of them could exchange a word, the big hand was already gone. The lobby was already starting to burst with late morning activity. Smashers could be seen walking around here and there, some agitated, others taking their sweet time to get wherever they wanted.
"Congratulations, Robin," Lucina said, trying her best to be friendly. As much as she was rooting for Rob, it was no excuse to ignore her completely.
"Thanks..." Robin let out a yawn. "Man, I'm beat. I need to sleep badly."
"Did you get any rest last night?" she asked in concern, only noticing the eyebags now.
"Had a bad case of insomnia," she gave the best excuse she could come up with.
And apparently Rob had too, what a coincidence, Shulk thought, taking a good look at him. He had to admit it, he was very curious about what happened last night.
"Anyway, I'll see you guys later," Robin waved her goodbyes and made sure to get out of there before she could be stopped by any of the three Smashers.
Shulk watched her go with a puzzled expression, his curiosity now growing from the fact that Robin didn't even bother pulling him to the side to talk to him. Did she not trust him anymore or was it because Rob and Lucina were nearby and she couldn't come up with an excuse to get both of them away?
"Well, there's always tomorrow, right, Robin?" he heard Lucina say.
"Yeah, yeah, always tomorrow," Rob agreed, absentmindely.
"You don't look in the best shape either, Rob," Shulk commented. "Did something happen?"
Nothing, except that he had spent half of the night making out with Robin and the other half worrying that he had been making out with Robin. "Nothing, I just couldn't sleep well. Kept having nasty nightmares," he came up witht he second best excuse he could think of. Robin had already said insomnia, so he had to go with another thing.
"I understand completely," Lucina said, earning a glare of disbelief from Shulk. "We all suffer from traumatic nightmares every now and then, especially ones from our past, am I correct?"
"Uh, sure."
"So I take you won't be able to go with me to the weapon shop today?"
"Sorry, Lucy, I'll have to pass this time. You know I would love to go with you, but I don't think I can stand up any longer."
"Why don't you go sleep too? I'm certain a good rest now will be beneficial to you."
It wasn't as if he wanted to stay, anyway. "Thanks, Lucina," he smiled at her. "I will."
Rob said his goodbyes and walked away, leaving Shulk and Lucina behind. It was only when he was out of their sight that Shulk decided to ask Lucina how she could not see what was going on. "It's very obvious he was lying," he said, still baffled.
"I know," Lucina sighed. "I'm not stupid, Shulk. Besides, Rob's lies are a lot more elaborate and difficult to spot. That's why I suggested he sleep, because to say something like that, he must be really tired."
"I see..." he put a hand on his chin. "You know what could have happened?"
"I don't know, but I have the nagging feeling that the other Robin's involved in this," she pondered. "Do you think they had a fight last night?"
"I don't think they would fight so badly that it would take away their sleep."
"You never know..."
"By the way, you said something about a weapon shop?" he asked, changing the subject completely.
"Oh, right, I did. I was thinking about buying a spear."
"You mean you still haven't changed your mind about changing your move set?" Shulk asked, and sighing at her nod.
"Would you like to accompany me? I must admit I'm not very fond of the idea of going alone. The address Snake gave me is pretty far from here and in a very shady area."
"I have nothing else to do for the rest of the day," he shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, let's go. We're having a team battle against each other today, right? We'll go after we're done with it."
"It's settled then! Oh, thank you, Shulk!"
Robin was already asleep by the time Rob entered their room, which really said something about how tired she was, considering he decided to return just a couple of minutes after her. He saw that she had already thrown her coat, vest and boots on the floor and considered doing the same, but just didn't have enough patience to do so, so he just took out his boots and flopped on his bed.
In less than an instant, he fell asleep.
Red stood in front of Lucario's room, patiently tapping his foot on the floor while he waited for the Pokemon to answer him. Ness just stood by his side, though not as patiently as his Pokemon trainer friend. Seriously, how long would it take for Lucario to open up that door when he knew they were outside?
"Lucarioooo," Ness knocked on the door. "Open up! What's taking you so long?"
"He'll be here soon, don't rush him."
Ness couldn't understand how Red could be so patient with him. He was hungry and wanted to grab lunch soon, but Red first needed to give Lucario his daily dose of medicine before they could go.
As soon as he thought about calling for him again, they heard a click fromt he doorknob and saw a very annoyed Lucario showing up.
"Do not fret, I was simply taking care of my daily meditation," Lucario said.
"Medication first, meditation later," Ness whined. "Don't you care about your health?"
"It IS good for my health."
"Ness is just hungry," Red said as Lucario closed his door. "I said I was going to have lunch with him after we were done taking care of you."
"There is no need for concern. I have recovered from my cold just fine."
"Maybe, but just in case, we should keep it like this for three more days until we know for sure you have recovered."
Red was a peculiar case of a Smasher indeed. Being a Pokemon Trainer, he never had to fight his opponents directly, instead having to rely on giving commands to his three Pokemon: Squirtle, Ivysaur and Charizard. However, due to his poor performance and how difficult it was to keep up with his opponents when he changed from one Pokemon to another, Red was removed from the new tournament, but still had an active role in taking care of the Pokemon that resided in the hotel, as he had the most extensive knowledge over them, a very impressive thing for someone so young.
As such, even a Pokemon as independent as Lucario still needed him to keep his health in check.
The three Smashers were about to head back to the elevators and go to the ground floor, when Lucario stopped in his tracks. That caught the attention from the two boys, who turned around in confusion.
"You okay there, man?" Ness asked.
Lucario said nothing and just looked at the door by his side with unreadable amber eyes.
"Whose room is this anyway?" Red had a puzzled look on his face.
"It belongs to both Robins," the Pokemon explained. "There is something about their aura that makes me uneasy, yet I cannot quite understand the reason."
"Something liiiiike..."
"Just... Something," Lucario shook his head and walked towards them. "I apologize for the inconvinience. This is probably cause by a vestige of my cold."
"Whatever, then. Let's go," Ness said, turning around and resting his hands ont he back of his head. "I still got a team battle with Lucina today and I want my stomach full for this."
Maybe then he could finally apologize to her. He felt he'd been dragging this issue for too long.
"Rob? Rob, hey," the half-asleep tactician heard Robin whisper from behind him. "Are you awake?"
He nodded his head, still groggy from his nap. He opened his eyes slightly and guessed it was the begining of the evening, considering how the room had a warm golden light painting the light lavender walls. It was going to start to get dark soon, so he seriously considered going back to sleep and wake up tomorrow.
Rob decided otherwise once he felt Robin climbing up on his bed. He moved over to give her some space, a wide smile on his face as he felt her cuddling him.
"Hey," he slightly turned his head.
She let out a sigh and buried her face on the back of his neck. "We need to talk," she said with a muffled voice.
"Yeah, I guess we do."
Rob turned around in order to face his roomate better. There was a moment of silence between them, both tacticians taking their time to let the situation sink in. Their faces were just inches apart from each other and a simple leaning forwards would make their lips touch without any effort.
"How long have you... Er..." she stuttered, suddenly avoiding his gaze. "How long have you been feeling like this towards me?"
"Longer than I took to realize, that's for sure," he carefully took out a strand of hair out from her face. "What about you?"
"A while. I don't know how it started, it just happened."
Robin then mumbled something Rob couldn't quite understand and absentmindly held his right hand, stroking the tattoo that was engraved on its back. He still had the mark of Grima for some reason. She remembered Rob once saying that from the timeline he came from, it was Chrom who dealt the final blow to Grima, meaning that, while he was defeated, he was not killed for real and Rob was not free from his connection to the fell dragon. In her timeline, it was she who finshed Grima off and put an end to the war against him, so she had no mark on her hand and was entirely free from his control.
There was nothing to worry about, though. Those were just memories of something neither of them had to go through. That mark represented nothing except a bitter reminder of the purpose they were created for.
"Robin?"
"Uh?"
She let go of his hand.
"So, what now?"
"I don't know, this is just too weird," she let out a shaky sigh. "And also kind of scary."
"I wouldn't say scary..."
"Yeah, okay, maybe 'scary' isn't the right word. I don't know, I just feel this knot in my stomach, but it's not the bad kind of type and, ugh," she buried her face in her hands. "I'm not making any sense, am I?"
Rob took her hands off from her face and gave her a light kiss.
"What about this? Does this make sense?"
"Well..."
"How did it feel?"
"It was nice."
"Just nice?"
"Rob, you just gave me a peck on the lips, don't expect me to have an orgasm over it," she gave a condescending smirk.
"Oh, yeah?"
Rob pressed his lips on hers again, this time giving a slower and more passionate kiss. For a split second he feared he would be pushed away again, but was relieved to see that not only she didn't pull herself away, but also started to incentivate him. A pleasent shiver ran down his spine as he felt her soft hand caressing the back of his neck and head, while she had her other free hand placed on his chest.
He felt a wave of heat invade his chest and work its way through his entire body. He tightly wrapped his arms around Robin's waist and pulled her closer to him until their figures framed each other perfectly. Their kiss began to slowly gain a faster pace and it took only seconds until Rob hungrily licked her lips, asking her for entrance. Robin happily obliged and opened her mouth to let their tongues meet, her entire body melting as he continued exploring her mouth with ease. A muffled moan escaped from her, as she could no longer hold it back (not that she was trying to, anyway).
And what a wonderful sound it was to Rob's ears indeed. Sure, he was used to hearing his roomate moan during the night, but those were all from the distress of a nightmare she was having. This was different and much, MUCH better. He wanted to hear more and he wanted it now.
Robin was suddenly confused as to why Rob just broke off from their kiss and gave him an annoyed look, one that seemed to demand for him to continue what he was doing. Rob just gave her a mischiveous look and, before she could do anything, she found herself laying on her back, with Rob on top of her on all fours.
"And now? How did it feel?" he smirked, his forehead almost touching hers.
"Hmm... Passable," she returned with the same smug smile. Two could play that game. "I give you a 7.8 out of 10, for effort."
Robin closed her eyes, expecting for him to go back to their kiss. She censored a gasp of surprise as she felt him planting a slow and light kiss on her jaw line, moving slowly to her neck, then back to her jaw and finally nibbling on her earlobe.
That was torture in its finest for her.
"R-Rob..." she hissed as he went back to teasing her with those light kisses on the nape of her neck. "J-Just get on w-with it... You're killing me here!"
He knew it well and was enjoying every minute of hearing her squirm and pant from the constant teasing. If he was guessing it right, he knew exactly what spot would do the trick. Rob felt her hand grabbing a good chunk of his hair and bring him to where she needed him most. That gesture in itself was already enough for him to decide to stop fooling around and get serious.
He kissed the base of her neck, this time using his tongue to trail his way to her collar bone.
"A-Ahh..."
There it was, the sound he wanted to hear the most. It was even better now that there was nothing getting in the way. Combining that with how roughly Robin was grabbing his hair at the moment, Rob had to admit he was pretty turned on at that point. He continued doing his work, assaulting every inch of her neck, stealing more vocal moans from her, when an idea crossed his mind.
"Robin," he grunted, lifting himself up and sitting on her lap.
She hesitantly opened her eyes and followed to where he gazed. A visible blush covered her cheeks, but she said nothing and consented with her head. "Just... don't go beyond that," she said between her heavy breathing.
"Sure, no problem."
Rob hastily lifted her top off, his heart beating even faster at the new sight of her breasts, her smallclothes being the only thing in the way.
"Beige, uh?"
"You were expecting a see-through lacy bra?" she let out a giggle, being followed by a grunt as he placed a kiss on her chest.
"Of course not," Rob paused for a moment. "Not the see-through part, anyway."
"Do you really think I would be wearing a cute, impractical bra when I had a battle and exercise today? It's not practical," she said. "Besides, all my black ones are washing."
Robin pulled him into another french-kiss before allowing him to work his way to her chest, all while his hand tentatively snaked to her inner thigh. Before he could go on, however he heard Robin giggling like a mad woman. He raised his head in confusion and saw his counterpart rolling her head upwards, bitting her lower lip and trying to restrain her laughter.
"Is... Something the matter?" he asked, apprehensively.
"It's just that, ha ha," she tried to sit up, but failed miserably. "I'm happy, that's all."
"Happy?"
"Yeah, happy," Robin raised her hand and gently touched his pale face. "This entire time I've been so worried you'd reject me. Because of... Well..."
"I know. Me too," he mimicked her gesture. "Robin, I know you're scared. I'm also pretty freaked out that all of this is happening. And I know I'm not the best man for you, but I..."
He was quickly silenced by Robin with a kiss on his lips.
"I love you too," she smiled.
He gave a bittersweet smile at her and rested his head on the crook of her neck. What would any of their friends think about this? Should they really care at all? They were both happy, so why should he feel any guilt?
"So, are you going to stay there or can I put my shirt back on? I'm kind of cold here."
"Can't I enjoy seeing you shirtless without you punching me for at least a little more?"
"Then take off yours too, because I'm not going to be be the only one half-naked here, mister."
He did as he was told and took off his coat, vest and shirt and went back to his original position, his skin tingilng in pleasure with the direct contact. A content sigh escaped from his lips as Robin started to comb his hair with her fingers and had her other warm embracing him by his waist.
"So... I guess that's it," he simply said.
"And that's it," she agreed. "Do you want to go have dinner later?"
"Nah, don't feel like going out. You?"
"One night without dinner won't kill us," she then lifted his chin, giving him one of the sweetest smiles he'd ever seen from her. "Besides, I... Kind of want to go on."
Rob found it kind of adorable just how bashful Robin suddenly became, a stark contrast to her more assertive personality. A playful smirk appeared on his face as he plant a soft kiss on her collarbone, before positioning himself to face her better.
"Good, because I kind of want to go on too."
Okay, I'm not used to writing sexy make out scenes at all. This is a first for me and I think I'm still dying on the inside. Lucario's comment is kind of a gateway for something I'm planning to do with this story, but I'm not sure if I might even go with the idea, so you guys can interpert however you like what he meant with the Robins' aura making him uneasy.
Speaking of guilty pleasure (which is basically Rob and Robin's relationship at the point), I want to ask something: is there any pairing that's a guilty pleasure to you? I'm refering to only Smash Bros pairings, by the way. I'm sure most of us has, or had, some at one point.
P.S: Okay, so Tune made an observation about the last scene that made me re-think it for a bit. I wanted to leave it like that, but it was either this and push this story to an M rating, or tone it down and keep it the T rating. I kind of went with the latter because I would feel kind of "meh" for pushing this story's rating just because of this chapter, so thanks for pointing that out, Tune!
