"How was your day?" Robin asked Luke as she helped him take off his coat.
"Great. Saved £2 by walking here instead of taking the bus." He smiled, giving her a quick peck on the lips.
"That's ten blocks!" She exclaimed, wide-eyed. "And you're not even drenched in sweat."
"Hey, if we're trying to save money to get our future sorted, the man has got to make some sacrifices." He stroked her cheek, clearly happy about how their relationship was developing. "Besides, it's just like working out for me."
"I know, I know. Just don't put too much pressure on yourself. Our future would be nice with a sufficient amount of money, but you know it's not about the money. It's about having each other." She smiled and kissed his hand cheekily.
"So what's for dinner?" Luke asked, sitting on the couch and turning on the television.
Poking her head from the kitchen, she replied. "Oh, I got Chinese."
"Chinese, delicious. You know, I've been thinking about getting Chinese tonight today at work. You are definitely the perfect woman." He winked, getting up and helping her with the food as she brought them out.
"Stop flattering me," she smiled as she sorted the utensils. "Let's eat and then we'll talk, okay? You must be famished."
They dived into the food, and Robin was right. He was famished, and the food was nearly all gone in a short fifteen minutes.
"So, how was your day? You drove Barney to the airport, didn't you? That must have been bittersweet." He commented, genuinely feeling bad for her.
"Yeah…" She agreed. "It was. It's just that… We've been friends for such a long time."
She pondered for a while, wondering if she should tell him about the kissing incident, however surprising it was to the both of them.
"Luke…" She started, indecisively. "You know, um. You've always told me the key to a relationship is to be honest. So can I just say something?"
"Sure."
"Please don't flip out." Robin replied as she prayed he wouldn't.
"Come on. You know I won't." He said lovingly. "It takes a lot to be honest and I'm not going to flip out."
"Okay," she mumbled. "Well, um, today I was driving Barney to the airport, and we were at the gate, and we were saying goodbye to each other, then…"
Now how would she phrase this?
Then he just ran in and kissed me?
No, that sounds horrible.
Then he squashed his face into mine and we jammed faces for about a minute in public?
No! It sounds like you cheated on purpose.
You did NOT kiss him back. You make sure you tell Luke that you did not kiss him back.
"Then?" Luke prodded.
"Well, um, here's the thing. I was saying goodbye to him, and we hugged, I mean, as friends do, then he… He kind of… Kissed me." She swallowed. "I didn't kiss him back. I just… He just kissed me. It didn't mean anything and we decided since I'm taken and he's… Going back to New York City, we could pretend it never happened."
She paused, waiting for his reaction.
And he laughed.
"Wait… What? You're not mad at me?" Robin stared at him, confused. "But…"
"No, I'm not mad at you." He chuckled. "Honestly, I'm jealous he kissed you and I didn't today – yet – but other than that, I'm not mad at you."
"Why aren't you mad at me?" She questioned.
"It's just… You seemed so afraid of my reaction right now. And it did take a lot for you to be honest with me. So I just thought, if you two could pretend that it never happened despite probably being super embarrassed with each other now, I could too. So… You know. It's fine. Just please don't it again, because… I might flip out."
He shot her a smile, and she felt a rush of relief.
"I'm really glad you understand and we're not blaming each other or anything." She replied, her voice weak.
"One question," he raised a finger in the air, as if trying to raise a point.
"Yeah?" She replied.
"Did you wash your mouth?"
"Well, that… I… I did drink a glass of water from then to now…" She stuttered, feeling apologetic.
"Oh man! I indirectly kissed Barney. That's nasty."
She laughed at his weird response. "Great, you kissed him too, so now I don't have to feel bad." She joked, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Honestly," Robin gulped, moving closer to him on the couch and holding his hand. "I'm really, really happy you're not mad at me. I don't think I could've asked for a better guy than you."
"Hey," he muttered. "I know it didn't mean anything. And it'd be totally unfair to you if I urged you to be honest then flipped out at you when you tell the truth."
"Also, you're so hot when you're confessing." He shrugged, kissing her hard on the lips, and she fell on her back on the couch, placing her arms around his head and tucking on his hair.
"And you're so hot when you forgive… Want to do it on the couch?" She muttered in between kisses, pulling off his socks with her feet.
"We should probably clear the table first-" He commented, but was shut up by her kisses.
"Later."
