Summary: Robin and Cormoran got an invitation to a Halloween Party. How will they dress and what will happen after the party at their office?
Chapter Two: Fall
Robin and Cormoran didn't know how their office email address had slipped into the hands of the University of London's Halloween Party Invitation list. It was the hottest costume party in town. The tickets were even addressed with their full names including QR Code labels. So maybe it wasn't a mistake.
It was a ridiculous thought to go to the event, but Halloween fell on a Saturday and their investigative agency had slowed down in the second half of October. Many of their cases had been closed after Robin's birthday and new surveillance jobs weren't stating till the first week of November.
Cormoran had seen Robin's excitement when the invitation had arrived. He had missed her birthday, again, so it had been a late gift to offer his company to the event. Cormoran would never admit it, but he already had the perfect costume in mind and was amused as he anticipated his partner's reaction. Busy weeks with little cooperation were behind them. Spending a social night together without to work would be a big plus as well. There would be free drinks, a great buffet and music. Cormoran had adapted well to his new prosthetic over the last few months and his gait was smoother than ever. His knee hadn't bothered him at all. Two functioning ankles were a long lost pleasure. He would show Robin a few dance-moves. All right, she wasn't the only excited one about the party.
~oOo~
Robin arrived fully costumed beneath her black trench at Leicester Square Station 10 minutes before 7 o'clock in the evening. She felt so many eyes on her and got a few nods and encouraging winks from strangers. The plan was to meet with Cormoran at the office and then set out together for the party at the university. She planned to leave behind some spare clothes for her trip home. She didn't want to use the subway at night wearing this costume.
As she walked around the corner of Charing Cross Road onto Denmark Street she couldn't believe her eyes. There he was, her sometime grumpy and mostly serious partner. He stood 6 foot 3 tall, 100 kg, no 90 kg as he had lost weight over the last couple of months.
A blue bandana was wound around his head, the shiny tint forming a nice contrast to his dark curls. A huge golden creole earring gilded his left ear. Robin's gaze rested a little too long on Strike's hairy chest. Her breath caught in her throat. His torn white dress shirt was carelessly buttoned, topped by a dark red heavy velvet vest around his muscular torso. Her mouth went dry. Where had he hidden this slim waist? Under the damn Crombie coat and thick jumpers! He really had lost weight. A blue sash, the same lovely blue of his bandana, was cinched around his waist and the black belt above it accentuated his weight loss. What a breathtaking waist to shoulder ratio! Shut your mouth, Robin. Brown breeches and a sabre hanging at his hip completed the look. But the highlight of the costume was one black knee-high boot paired with a perfect peg leg. Robin's eyes flicker back to Cormoran Strike's broadly smiling face: A Pirate, he was a pirate.
The smirk on Strike's face died the second a gust of wind tore open Robin's dark coat revealing her costume. She had picked the same toxic green as the legendary Roberto Cavalli dress from Vashti for her tight corset and the hot pants. Long green gloves hugged her arms and her legs shimmered green as well. Everywhere were ivy leaves flashing with synthetic gemstones. The contrast to her wildly curled strawberry blond hair was spectacular.
"Who am I, Captain?"
"Poison Ivy," he gasped.
"I'll go up and store my clothes for later," Robin said and sprinted up the stairs. She needed a moment to collect herself. Cormoran was relieved as well, as his thoughts spun.
"I have a little surprise," Strike said, as Robin exited the front door of the building, pointing to his 1984 Triumph.
"Yours?" Robin's eyes sparkled. In the near future she would be getting her motorcycles licence.
Strike nodded, "I picked it up during my last visit in St. Mawes," swinging his prosthetic over the saddle. Robin realized he must have laminated his prosthesis with wood foil to get the peg leg design. What a great illusion.
"I love your costume," she said as she climbed behind him on the motorcycle, wrapping her almost bare legs around him. "You look amazing," he replied and started the engine. Both were thankful for the vibration which covered their pleasant trembling.
~oOo~
Robin and Cormoran danced and jumped to 'Love Shack' by the B-52's as Asgeir Magnusson costumed as Thor, entered the dance floor with two stunning women in tow. The young post-doc looked happy and so much more relaxed than in any photo Robin had taken during her spring surveillance. She had heard Elaine Goldbrick Brown's whole research group had been reorganized after her inglorious expulsion from the university. But even the most handsome man on the whole crowded dance floor couldn't bring Robin to take of her eyes off Cormoran. She enjoyed the evening and his company too much.
Cormoran reminded himself over and over again not to touch Robin too many times. Damn, he brushed her round butt in these forbidden hot pants, rested his hands on her narrow waist, held her bare shoulders and touched her beaming face. He couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. The disco lights dimmed, only small dots of light danced throughout the banquet room catching the gems embedded in Robin's costume. "Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman started to play. Robin sighed deeply and wrapped her arms around Cormoran's waist, nestling her face against his shoulder. It felt so warm and safe in his arms. His heart wanted to explode as he circled his arms around his friend and rested his chin carefully on her head. He silently admired her perfect height to his own 6 foot 3. Together they swayed for 4:30 minutes. Lost to the world, no one could interrupt this intimate moment.
~oOo~
Cormoran joined Robin on the red couch, a fully laden plate full of delicacies in his one hand and a Doom Bar in the other. They had grabbed a good spot in a tiny nook located between banquet tables and dance floor.
"Oh, where were the chivapchichi?" Cormoran eyed Robin's plate and snatched the cheese filled mince ball. With one bite it was gone.
"You thief!" Robin protested laughing, and reached for a cherry tartlet on Cormoran's plate. "So delicious."
"Agreed," he replied with husky voice. His eyes glued on Robin's mouth because a small red jam spot was left on her bottom lip. Cormoran leaned closer, taking deep breathes. No he couldn't kiss it away. Instead reaching with his thumb, he stroked his partner's lips wiping the jam spot away. "Oh," Robin gasped, but leaned in to suck the sweetness off his thumb. Thank god his breeches were so roomy and the lights over the dance floor had dimmed again.
~oOo~
"Heading home?" Cormoran asked after another round on the dance floor. The medal for second place in the Best Costume Contest dangled around his neck. Robin nodded and reached for Strike's hand to guide him, her hips still swinging to the music as they wound their way through the crowd. Most of the students would continue to dance through the night but he didn't want to overtax his leg. They stopped at their table to pick up his prize, a £100 voucher at a costume shop and a VIP invitation to next year's Halloween party at the university. Costume ideas like "Batman & ROBIN" were already forming in his head. "You deserved first place," Cormoran said, again scanning Robin's beautifully wrapped body. She smiled. No, she didn't have a chance against all the female "sexy something" students. But she loved knowing that Cormoran liked her costume and only had eyes for her the whole night.
"I wish we had brought a Tupperware box," Cormoran said, as they passed the fully stocked buffet, attentively refilled hourly by the staff. He reached for a last delicious snack. Robin giggled reaching out to grasp a dark violet grape and pop it in her mouth. "Let's get our coats." Robin continued to hold his hand until they reached the reception. She didn't want to break their contact at all. She loved all his touches during their long and special evening. Would he kiss her good night? Her tummy flip-flopped just thinking about it.
~oOo~
"What a night!" Cormoran said, standing close to Robin as she slipped out of her coat in front of the agency door.
C.B. Strike
Private Investigator
"I couldn't agree more," Robin replied. She didn't know if the short bike ride through the cold Halloween night was making her cheeks flush or the million butterflies in her belly. What would happen next?
Cormoran couldn't take off his eyes off Robin's heavily rising and falling cleavage. The tight corset formed her curves in an incredible way. He wanted to touch her, everywhere, wanted to feel her smooth skin under his palms and lips.
Don't make it complicated. He was a good lover but not made for lasting relationships. Thanks for nothing Charlotte. Robin deserved better. He took her hands in his and leaned closer with the intention of kissing her cheek and saying good night. Robin stopped breathing as she felt Strike's body heat warming her prickling skin. An uncontrolled soft and sexy moan escaped her throat. If she moaned like this only because they were close, how would her body react if he did other things? Strike stopped moving. One second and then another passed. Screw it! Robin was the right one. She would make the difference. She was his best friend. Cormoran changed the direction of the intended kiss on the cheek to lay his lips gently against Robin's.
~oOo~
"Do you like it?" Robin whispered over her shoulder, kissing him again. She needed to know, recalling all the stunning women in his life. He was just the second man in her erotic history.
"Are you serious?" Strike gasped into her mouth. He lost his mind just feeling her heated body pressed into his. His palms slid from her perfect breasts with the perky nipples toward her lap. How did it happen that she was completely naked, kneeling on the couch in their dimly lit office with him standing behind her, the ridiculous breeches hanging around his ankles and the torn shirt unbuttoned and dangling over his shoulders?
"God," Robin's voice stumbled. The sensation of Strikes skilful long fingers playing with her sensitive clit overwhelmed her. "Is this your fantasy about us?"
"One of many," he growled, sending little fireworks to her belly. "Robin, you make me complete." He kissed her neck, one hand lingering between her legs. She was so damn wet between her folds. The other hand moved up toward her throat. He held her gently, bending her delicate body a little more into him. But he needed to hold his fire. Thinking of Robin's past, it was important that he allowed her to lead him. This should be their first night of millions, not the first and last. As she rotated her little round bum over his groin, his knees wanted to give in. This was his sign to go on.
His erection was rock hard. Robin could feel it against her lower back. "Fuck..." she was close to climax just thinking about Strike inside her. "...me, Strike."
"Yes." Hearing her talk dirty made him go insane.
She didn't know where he had hidden the condom, but he ripped it open in front of her belly, showing her how much he cared for their safety.
"Can you...," Strike whispered into Robin's ear, rolling the condom over his penis. "...tilt your hips a little more?"
"How?" Robin was lost in lust but leaned her body against the backrest of the couch, pushing her butt higher.
"Perfect." Strike grasped her waist and slid slowly into his partner. The sensation was too much. Both moaned in unison. Robin's hands moved back, looking for even more contact with Strike.
"I am here," he said, bending over her and started to move his hips. He held her and in between kisses along her spine and neck, explored every inch of her smooth and milky skin. He whispered dirty and lovely words. His hands were actively playing with her peak hard nipples and the swollen clit.
Robin couldn't last any longer from all the different stimulations. The sweet friction inside her knew no limits. She exploded. Her body started to shake uncontrollably and she came with a low and pleasant cry. A warm fluid ran down her trembling legs. She cried with joy because Cormoran held her gently the whole time, savouring every lustful move.
"Cormoran."
"You are so beautiful. You make me complete," he repeated, his hips rolled again.
"Wait," Robin came back from her climax heaven into their dark working space. "Sit down." She peeled herself away from Strike's sweaty chest and belly. His pupils dilated and he caught his breath as he sank deep in the cushions, stretching his arms wide open.
Robin sank down her knees and got rid of Cormoran's pants. She was unsure if she should free him from the prosthetic as well. He shook his head only a little so she removed her fingers. What a position. Robin's arousal grew again. She stuck one thumb in her mouth, sucking lightly with her swollen lips, fixing her gaze on Cormoran's thrilled face.
He had to close his eyes or he would come right now. He clenched the back rest of the couch until his knuckles went white. He needed all his mental willpower as he felt his penis head first brushing lightly against Robin's cheek and then against her soft boobs, as she lifted and crawled over him.
"Fuck, Robin," his eyes snapped open. He shouldn't deny himself the visual stimulation. He loved visual stimulations.
She wanted to taste him so badly, but that could wait. Right now it was time to straddle his hips and ride him to ecstasy.
~oOo~
The grey and rainy morning broke. It was November 1st. Robin and Cormoran snuggled languorously in the double bed in his tiny bedroom. After the spectacular office sex – damn they'd have to get rid of the couch. Who could work around that, remembering the activities they had performed on it last night? Robin's desk was like a front row seat directly facing the scene of crime. The memories of sex, lust and uninhibited passion couldn't be forgotten. Professionalism my ass. – they had collected the costumes, Robin's spare clothes and had headed upstairs. Cormoran had lifted Robin in his arms and carried her over the threshold toward his bed covering her with soft and long kisses. He had taken off his synthetic leg and they had slipped under the sheets. Cormoran had started to make love to Robin with all the accumulated desire and love he had grown in him over the last four years. He had made Robin forget that sex could be complicated. Nothing had been complicated last night.
Robin opened her eyes, finding Strike watching her in awe. "Good morning."
"Morning," he kissed her on forehead, nose and lips.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Not long, maybe half an hour," he answered, nestling closer to his partner. He was fascinated by his sleeping friend and couldn't believe his luck. She was the first woman who stayed overnight and it felt right. "How are you?"
"Relaxed," Robin stretched. "Ouch," her muscles were sore and it still prickled between her legs. "And very satisfied." She blushed. "Last night was..."
"...special, extraordinary."
"Magical." They both smiled, lost in their sensual memories of last night. "I've never had a night like this!" Robin exclaimed. Sex with Mathew was okay but over the years it had become routine. Maybe this was the danger of a long term relationship. But even during their first year together as well as their engagement Robin hadn't been shagged like last night. She refused to think it would ever be routine with her partner. Not in 100 years. Cormoran Strike: Five stars out of Five.
"You are a very skilled man, Mr. Cormoran Strike." Now it was his turn to blush. "Good to know."
"I am glad it's Sunday."
He raised his eyebrows.
"We don't need to get up at all."
"True," Strike replied, holding Robin even tighter. He rolled them over. No one would be leaving the bed anytime soon.
~the end~
Notes:
As I started to write this story I had the ideas for the first two chapters in mind. I thought, it would fit well together. I got the couch, the feet pain, it would work. But then it hit me: Strike as pirate. I am too new to the fandom and didn't know if this was done several times. Please point me to fics like this. I also blame the costume department of The BBC Musketeers. They highlighted Tom Burke's waist in an incredible way. Plus I borrowed Aramis' blue sash. The sex scene between Robin and Cormoran hit me at night and I love to write steamy smut. I couldn't resist. I hope I could bring the two parts of the Halloween Party and the office sex well together.
Thank you for reading my first Strike fanfiction. I hope there are more stories in me. (I have a very dirty PWP in my head but I want to finish Bad Blood before I write more.) I really liked to write again.