Disclaimer: I own nothing of Magnus Scheiving or Lazytown. My plot, of course, is from my own twisted mind.
A/N: Thank you Sportadork for your comment. I'm so glad you are enjoying this story. I thought ppl would hate the idea, but the way it's turning out, this might actually be good enough for a sequel. Of course, rob/steph is all in good fun, but there is still some sport/steph. this story is going to have both. how, you say? I WILL PROVE IT TO YOU WITH MY INSANITY! MWAHAHAHAHA! Thanks also to Princess Angel Rose. You won't be disgusted too much...well I hope not. If you are...well I have some barf bags lol. No, but thank you.
lotsakissing...a lot of kissin...sorry but I must.. do you guys think I should raise the rating?
Seven
The end of the Lazytown Forest came quickly, and Sportacus had still found no Stephanie. He headed back towards Lazytown as the sun started to set dreamily in the sky. The darker it got, the more worried about Stephanie Sportacus became. It was true, and he had to face it: Stephanie was someone he cared for deeply. Love could even describe the feeling Sport got everytime he thought of Steph.
Robbie's house came into view as Sportacus stepped past some shrubs and trees. He pondered about what Robbie said earlier. Stephanie was supposed to be in the forest with Bob, but no one was in sight. Sport wondered then if Robbie lied to him, or simply knew only what he stated. Maybe Steph was in the forest, but left.. Maybe she was back at home with her Uncle, the Mayor. Knocking on Robbie's door once more, Sportacus waited for his misunderstood pal to answer.
"Oh, hello Sportacus. Any luck with finding Stephanie?" Clearly, Robbie was concerned...
Sport sighed, "No. Are you sure you don't know anyhing more about her whereabouts?"
"No," replied Robbie, "I'm sure. You know, she could just be right under your nose.. I'm sure she's fine. Strong teenager, that one. Eighteen-year-olds like their newly found freedom, so she might've runaway for a little bit. You should go back home and sleep on it. She'll probably turn up in the morning."
"True...Maybe she is just stretching her freedom. Robbie," Sportacus looked in his eyes, "thank you for your help. Stephanie should be safe. She is very strong and brave. Goodnight."
"Nighty-night," Robbie smiled and waved goodbye to Sportacus.
With no flips or athletic moves, Sportacus went back home. He didn't want to give up for the night, but if Stephanie needed time to herself, he would allow her to do so. The letter saying she left for Italy was probably just written so she could be alone for as long as she wanted without anyone bothering her. That's what Sport told himself over and over again until he fell asleep.
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Another tear rolled down Stephanie's cheek. This time, not for herself. Sher cried tears of confusion. For so long, she had never thought of Robbie as the seductive type. With the day ending, Stephanie tried to figure out why she suddenly felt like grabbing Robbie and pulling him on top of her. It was probably just lust, which she had once experienced over a television star, but either way the new feelings for Robbie tore her apart. She loved Sportacus, or so she thought. He was her everything...He was her hero, her gentleman, her knight in shining armour. Perhaps, as she considered, she wanted a change. Maybe someone daring and spontaneous was better than someone who was slightly predictable and loved by everyone. ...Stephanie began to wonder if somehow, someway, deep in her heart, she yearned for a bad guy to bring out her rebellious side.
Trying to sleep was hard enough for Robbie, but now that someone was in his house, he found himself more awake and alert than ever. His mouth watered at the image of Stephanie asking him to kiss her. She was engraved in his mind badly like a disease. He would think of her, and his palms would sweat, his heart would race, and he would imagine kissing her, pleasing her, making her his.
"This is so dumb!" Robbie yelled at himself, getting up from bed, "Get a grip! She's just a woman...Just a woman who hates you, hates who you are, and hates the mention of your name. I am Robbie Rotten, and cannot let a female distract me.. Unless of course I take charge of it."
The door opened slowly, revealing light from outside the room which Stephanie slept soundly. Robbie entered, leaving the door partially open so he could see properly. He hovered over Stephanie, intaking the sight of her sleeping body. She really was an angel, and it was time to see just how much of an angel she was.
"Oh Stephanie," Robbie called teasingly, "Wake up sleepy-head."
Grumbling, Steph didn't wake up. Robbie called to her again, but still nothing. Bending down, Robbie kissed the corner of Steph's mouth. She woke right up, but she was speechless. Robbie had his pajamas on, red and blue. This made Steph smile, for she had never seen a grown man in his pj's. (Besides her Uncle, but she didn't count family.)
"What are you smiling at?" Robbie finally broke the silence with his caring voice.
Yawning, Steph answered, "You're...You're pajamas are cute." She couldn't believe she had just admitted that, and from the look on his face, neither had Robbie.
"Cute?" He questioned, "First you are screaming to leave and now you compliment my nightwear..Are you on drugs?"
Giggling, Steph replied, "No..Sorry, I always become a little weird when I'm sleepy."
Sitting on the edge of the couch, near Steph's feet, Robbie stared at his fallen angel. In a moment, he grabbed her around the waist and lowered himself onto her. He forced her into a kiss as he had done earlier in the day, and certainly enjoyed it. She struggled under him, wanting to break free, but he pinned her arms behind her head. For some reason, Stephanie liked this. As did Robbie...
The kiss was broken, but Robbie and Stephanie stayed in their spots, gazing into each other's eyes. Neither of the two knew what the hell was going on with them. One minute, they feel hatred towards one another, and the next they feel lust and infatuation. Desire. Yearning..
"Sportacus loves you.." Robbie blurted.
In awe, Steph stayed slient.
"But you are too good for him.." Continued Robbie, making sure not to ruin their met eyes.
"...I think I love him..." Steph spoke lower than a whisper, but Robbie knew what she said.
"Then why," He responded, "are you letting me kiss you so much?"
Steph only said, "...Because..."
But what she meant to say was, I think I love you..
