A/N: The rating has risen to M from this chapter
Chapter 11
She was trembling almost uncontrollably. Robin tried to soothe her but he was shaking too.
"Kim," he breathed as he stared into her eyes and for the first time saw Kim's true spirit staring back at him. The coldness, the darkness, all of that malevolence had slipped away as his words and his love helped her to fight what it seemed she could never escape from, but what was left now was a shocked, distraught and devastated Kim, far weaker than Robin was used to seeing her.
As the darkness left her and her new-found humanity repelled the energy she found herself bombarded all at once with the knowledge and the memories of what she had been through; the times that she had enjoyed inflicting pain, the way she had started to take on board the hypnotic persuasion that Keats had used so effectively on others, how her soul had turned from bright to dark. There were tears in her eyes as the force of the memories of her terrible acts came back to her.
"Fuck, Rob," she whispered, barely able to stay upright, "what have I done? God, what have I done?"
"Kim, you couldn't help it," he held her by the wrists to keep her upright and make sure that he could look deep into her eyes, "it's not your fault. This place… that bastard… and the energy… it's all too powerful. You did all you could. I know that."
Kim's heart sank.
"It wasn't good enough," she whispered
"It was," Robin promised her, "but the darkness is more than anyone can take."
She stared at him, dying inside from all the times she'd ignored his calls, from the horrid words that she said to him in the car park, from the spiteful things she had said to try to send him away.
"I'm sorry," she shook her head and cried, "I'm so sorry, Robin."
"It's OK, It's OK," Robin promised her as he wrapped his arms around her, "it wasn't you. I know it wasn't you."
"It just took me over," Kim cried, so horrified by the way she'd changed that she wished she could just lay down and die on the spot, but his arms brought her feelings of warmth and love like she hadn't felt in what seemed to be an eternity. She found herself holding him too, hugging him back, her arms stretched around his warm body, clinging to him for dear life. He smelt of brandy; she liked that. It reminded of the old days. It reminded her of when they were together, happy, alive. "I love you," she whispered so quietly that she didn't think he could even hear her, but he did. It made him close his eyes and squeeze her all the more tightly.
As he felt her warmth against him his body started to react in a most inappropriate way as he started to stiffen down below. He silently cursed himself – yes, it has been a while… a long while… eight months, in fact. Fuck, that was longer than he went without after Simon died. But even so, this wasn't the time and was most certainly not the place. He tried to shift himself awkwardly but it was too late because Kim had clearly felt it too. He could tell because he could see the tips of her ears turn ever so slightly pink and feel her gently but firmly pressing herself up against it, just to make sure she could really feel what she thought she could feel.
Mortified by the way his appendage was trying to show him up during a tender moment he began to pull away but Kim pulled him back.
"No," she said tearfully.
"Kim, I just –"
She looked him in the eye for a moment.
"Please don't pull away," she whispered. She swallowed as she slipped her hand between his legs for just a second and brushed her fingers against him, causing him to close his eyes and mutter a string of expletives under his breath. Well there was no way that was going anywhere now.
Kim's heart began racing. She thought about all those lonely months after Robin's death, then the grim and terrible weeks that she'd spent in Fenchurch West. She had been so starved of affection, attention and intimacy. They were things she craved, things she needed. She looked him in the eye, knowing full well that would only make him worse and he turned away, his face flushed.
"Jesus, Kim," he cried, "what are you doing to me?" but as he looked back and stared at her face he whispered without thinking, "Don't stop."
Oh god, it felt so wrong in the basement of all places… she knew it was wrong, they both did, but without the darkness holding her emotions back being beside him again made Kim yearn for him in ways that she couldn't fight. Releasing all the emotions in one go had sent her half-crazed for him. Her pulse skyrocketed and between her legs she could feel herself dampening. Her fingers wandered forward to the bottom of Robin's shirt which she slowly lifted just high enough the reveal the designs that she had inked across his torso. Her finger traced the rough 'K' that he'd held her hand to place on his skin that night and she looked up, catching his eye.
"You've always been with me, Kim," he whispered, "always. No matter how far apart. You were right here. On my skin. In my heart. In my head."
Her stomach full of butterflies, words escaped from Kim's lips before she could stop them.
"I want you in somewhere else," she whispered.
Fuck, Robin wasn't expecting it and he couldn't think of any way to refuse a request like that. Not that he wanted to. That was the thing about his relationship with Kim, it had been fiery and passionate right from the very start. It had got them into trouble more than once. Robin was sure Alex had never quite recovered from what she saw when they gave in to passion in her hospital room back in the real world.
Gripping her by the bottom of her shirt he pulled her closer and pressed his lips to hers roughly, kissing her hard, rough, desperately. He needed to taste her, needed to feel her, needed her back in every way. Quickly he fumbled a couple of buttons open, just enough to slip his hand up inside. He swept his fingers across her chest, something he once found so alien and so repulsive but that now he relished with every thump of his heartbeat inside him. He found her piercing on the left hand side and turned it slightly, enticing a groan from Kim as she closed her eyes momentarily. Their kiss halted momentarily as he pinched her lip between his teeth and she made increasingly animalistic noises.
"Fuck, Kim, I missed you," he breathed, pulling her shirt apart a little higher, ripping it open quickly while somehow leaving the buttons intact. He pulled it up a little; he needed to see it, a piece of ink on her side that he'd added himself. The numbers 1995 stared back, sending a quiver through his body. The smile that spread across his face couldn't be hidden. She was really back. He reached forward and traced the number with his finger, recalling that amazing, powerful night. He felt horrified by the prominence of her ribs beneath his fingers. "Shit, you haven't been eating," he whispered, "have you?"
He'd suspected as much. Kim used and abused food at times of stress, going one way or the other but this time she'd been so controlled by the darkness of the station that she was wasting away. She knew it too but this wasn't the time. Quickly she moved his hand away from her ribcage and diverted it lower. The intensity of the emotion and the need that she felt now that the hold of the station had been released was mind-blowing and she needed desperately to be touched, to be as close to Robin as she could possibly be. She pressed his fingers against her crotch and forcefully kissed him as he began to rub his hand back and forth. She moaned and muttered against his lips as his fingers pressed harder, then she began to grind against them while electric shocks of pleasure began to build. Her arousal was sudden and intense and Robin could feel her trousers becoming moist.
"Fuck, you're soaking," he mumbled, his cock as hard as it could get and fighting with his trousers. He gave up trying to fight it or contain their passion, he knew where this was leading. It was a bad place and a bad time but there was no fighting it. Not any more. They were both too far gone to stop. They'd learnt that lesson long ago. The chemistry between them was fiery and electric and they needed to finish what they'd started.
"Just fuck me," she pleaded and Robin wasn't going to argue. There was a part of him that wanted to take her away from the room where Keats had caused her and others so much pain but in another way it almost seemed fitting. Maybe he could finally avenge that basement for her. Perhaps he could finally take away the nightmares he knew she still had from time to time. And besides, he didn't like their chances of trying to leave the basement when they were in such a state of high arousal.
He pushed her backwards and ripped apart the fastening on her trousers then pulled down the zip and shuffled them past her hips with her underwear following a moment later. He could feel her hands around his belt while he left hot, furious kisses in a trail along her neck and her jaw. The relief as his trousers dropped to a pool around his ankles and his erection found itself set free with the shedding of his pants was incredible. He backed her against the desk and lifted her onto it, leaving her barely enough time to murmur jokingly,
"I can't believe we're about to fuck on a desk, that's the biggest cliché of them all –" before he grasped her thighs, pulled her towards him and pushed his length inside of her. The desk was the perfect height for entry. He assumed – not incorrectly – that Keats had even chosen it for that purpose.
Kim's legs wrapped around him as he grasped her by the hips to hold her steady while he thrust inside of her time and again. The heat from inside her felt like it would burn him. She was so damp and so aroused, her body made it easy for him to do just as she'd commanded; to fuck her, to show her that they were really back together, that even in death she could feel so alive. He wanted to show her that his feelings for her had never changed while they were apart, not even for a moment. And after the ordeal she had been through he wanted her to feel safe with him; loved, protected. It was true that of the two Kim was usually the more dominant, both in everyday life and in the bedroom. But this time it was Robin's turn to take the lead. She had made the biggest sacrifice for him, now he owed her as much love and security as he could give, forever more.
He remembered every single piece of ink and metal on her body, every design, every piercing, every single modification she'd made and he loved every last one of them. He made sure to focus on them as he thrust his cock deeper inside of her, remembering the patterns that covered her body, telling her life story with their design.
It wasn't until she felt Robin inside of her that Kim truly believed that everything would be alright. It was the first time that she felt there was hope, that she would get out of that place, that she was loved and protected and that she was back with the person who owned her heart. The pleasurable sensations were building for her, despite the distraction of the rough wooden desk rubbing against her back as he fucked her deep and hard. She could tell from the look on his face that he was close to the edge almost from the start and had to keep adjusting his position so that he could keep going. Fuck, he'd been so desperate for this. He'd yearned for it every damn day.
She reached down between her legs and began to rub her fingers back and forth across her clit while he slammed against her, pushed deeply inside of her, stared into her eyes and sent her crazy. The faster she rubbed, the more the feelings built and she was already so aroused that the abundance of slick moisture helped her to move her fingers with ease. They glided back and forth across her most sensitive spot until she could feel herself on the edge and cried out as she fell headlong into an explosion of ecstasy. She tried to say Robin's name but it came out as some sort of unintelligible cry of overwhelming pleasure. It was the first time she had felt so good in an eternity.
Her face flushed, her chest burned, her skin reddened and her heart raced. Oh god, she'd forgotten how good it felt. It had been months… months and months… months of longing for this, desperate to feel Robin inside of her again. As the explosion of pleasure began to fade and die she opened her eyes again and studied his face. She needed more now. Suddenly it wasn't enough just to receive. She needed to show Robin how much she had missed him too and how much she ached to be with him again. She gripped him had between her legs and pulled him closer to the desk, almost toppling him over and he looked at her in confusion
"It's my turn now," she whispered as she pushed herself upright and let his hard cock slip out of her. He looked a little distressed; he'd been on the verge of coming with some force, and the shock of the cessation of sensation made his mouth drop open as he looked at her in horror.
"What –"
"I told you," she cupped his face and pulled him closer, "it's my turn," she moved around to make room for him on the desk and he hesitated just for a second, then before he could think about it too much he climbed up beside her. She laid him down with a look of determination on her face and despite her body already feeling exhausted from her orgasm she had enough energy left for Robin. She always had enough energy for Robin. Making sure that he wasn't too uncomfortable on the rough, solid desk she mounted him and quickly slipped back over his twitching cock where liquid was already seeping from the tip. He groaned as she slipped onto him and adjusted her position. The sight of her face above him stirred up a torrent of emotion inside of him and as she began to move he knew he was going to last much longer.
She had longed for this. She wasn't going to hold back. She moved hard and fast at an angle she knew was hitting all the right spots. She watched his face twist and contort with every sensation that she inflicted upon his sensitive lower quarters, building the pleasure higher and higher until she could see he was right on the edge of an orgasm which, with a cry of excitement, she fucked right out of him. The sound of his moans of pleasure that gave way to one loud, lengthy cry drove her crazy and a smile of satisfaction crossed her face. Her motion slowed to a halt as she watched his chest rise and fall at speed, breathing heavily to get more oxygen into his body. There was sweat on his brow as she lay atop him, kissing his cheek, all the way across to his lips.
"Rob," she whispered.
"I love you, Kim," he breathed, his body in a state of exhaustion, "I love you so much."
"So I finally get treated to the full show."
A third voice shut the blinds on their reunion and opened the door to terror. It was a voice they hadn't expected to hear, a voice they dreaded, and a voice that they knew was going to lead to distress, pain and danger. With Robin still inside her, Kim turned her head and saw him there; the shape in the doorway, with a fury on his face like she had never seen before.
"Keats."
Rage burned in his eyes. Caught in the act by the devil. Kim thought she had seen the darkest of days, She hadn't seen anything yet.
