A/N: Three twitter peeps (you guys know who you are) asked for this,I can only hope I did a good job at writing it! Another twitter peep asked me (many moons ago) about Little John, so that basically turned this chapter into a flashback-only chapter (no, it's not written in italics). I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Special thanks to the wonderful Bela (Isah Underhill) for beta-reading this chapter and giving me thumbs up at the smut! You rock! And shoutout to Melis, who read this yesterday because she couldn't wait any longer. Also, oh my God thank you for 100 favs, follows and reviews!
Warnings: Things get sexy. This isn't rated M for nuthin'
|Chapter 6: Don't Waste Time|
"Robin, man, I notice the way you two look at each other. You two are crazy for each other, everybody can see that, and I know you're scared, Robin. But you have to kick your insecurities in the balls, you have to stop being afraid and just tell her. Tell her before it's too late, Robin. Tell her how you feel," one of his oldest friends, Little John, says as he downed his third beer of the night and points at Regina who was dancing with Ruby. "That girl is worth it, Robin. I know you'd do anything for her. If it comes down to fighting for her then you must do it, fight for her, fight for her relentlessly until she's yours—"
"Little John—"
"Do not interrupt me," Little John gives Robin one of his murderous looks and Robin looks down sheepishly at his third shot of the night. "I've known you for over fourteen years. I know everything about you and I know that Regina is the right woman for you, as much as you are the right man for her, you both are just too bloody blind to see it," he's chuckling into his beer now, drinking the last of it before turning to watch him again, motioning Robin to say something.
"John, it's all about timing—"
"Time? Time just keeps ticking away Robin, until one day time will be up, and just like that, you're left with nothing but regrets."
The conversation dies at that, Robin rolls his eyes and makes his way towards the dance floor where Regina is dancing animatedly to the tune of an eighties ballad.
"Robin," Little John calls out before Robin could be out of earshot. Robin turns and gives him an exasperated sigh, the conversation quickly tiring his inebriated brain and John continues, intent on getting his message through, "I just don't want you guys asking yourselves 'What if?' four years from now."
He's touched by his friend's words, by his incessant worry, and for a moment Robin feels his exasperation wearing off, can feel his lips break into a grin before he nods, accepting his words.
"We won't Little John, I promise. We're going to be fine," he replies, that swift grin growing on his face as he catches a glimpse of Regina, animatedly waving him to come over.
He didn't want to ruin this, whatever they had because yes, it's special and it's enough, for now. He didn't want to risk this simplicity they shared over his still confused feelings. So whilst Little John's words held some kind of truth, so did Robin's, because he valued her friendship more than anybody else's. So at least for tonight, he'll dance with Regina, he'll drink with Regina, he'll find himself a good lay and just enjoy this night.
He's dancing with Regina now, Ruby having gone to their table, claiming that she was way too tired. Their hips moving, their bodies incredibly closer, their eyes expertly dancing around the room searching for somebody, anybody willing to give them a good night. Who could judge them, really? They're young, single, attractive, educated people who deserve a good lay here and then.
"Hey," Robin whispers against her ear, "beautiful girl at three o'clock." Regina tenses and looks at her three o'clock. "Hey dummy, my three o'clock, your nine o'clock," but he turns her to the side at that moment, surprisingly in the same beat of the song and Regina's line of vision is directed to the blonde woman at the end of the room, twirling her cosmopolitan around as she looks towards the dance floor.
"Hmm," she says as she turns back into his chest again and moves her head to the side, trying to catch a better look at her. "Long legs, probably spends her afternoons at the gym, nice hips which probably means she's very active on... And there's a ring on her finger, and she's anxiously looking down at it. Sorry to tell you this but, she's married so she either came here with her husband or is here looking for a good lay."
"Well that's my call to leave," Robin playfully says as he disentangles his arms around her hips to walk towards the married woman, but Regina snorts and pull him towards her again.
"Hmmm, cute guy, eleven o'clock," Regina mutters seductively after a few seconds.
"Hmmm," he mutters thoughtfully as he eyes the man much in the way she did with the woman. "Nice clean shave, probably spends all of his nights moisturizing. Long clean fingers, so he could probably finger you good…" a gentleman taller than him walks towards said man, and his eyes brighten up considerably. "Or perhaps he could give another man a nice hand job, look at him," he turns Regina around and chuckles, "he's gay."
Regina groans and just wraps her arms around his neck, the music having slowed down.
"Oh, all the good looking ones are either taken or homosexual," she calls out in a whiny voice as she sends a glance over the man again.
"You wound me, m'lady," Robin feigns hurt as he places his hand atop his chest and frowns.
She playfully swaps his hand away and continues moving to the rhythm of the music until Little John interrupts them, murmuring that he's tired and that he is heading home.
"You want us to go with you?"
"Robin there's no need, I'll call you tomorrow to continue with our—" the man arches his eyebrow and Robin just rolls his eyes at him. Regina's looking at them curiously and then Little John just moves in order to give Regina a kiss on the cheek.
"Do call either one of us when you get home, okay?"
"Yes mom," he says, annoyed yet touched by these crazy friends of his.
They both watch as Little John says his goodbyes to the rest of the group; Killian, Ruby and Victor being the only ones left at their table.
"What was all that about?" she asks curiously.
"Nothing, just guy talk," he winks at her before reaching for her waist and caressing the bare skin on her back.
"I think we should head home too, don't you think?" he's winking at her again, their bodies humming due to the influence of alcohol as she reaches for his wrist to look at the time.
2:36 am.
She nods at him before making her way towards the table. Quick hugs and goodbyes are exchanged and soon they are on their way to their loft in a cab.
The first thing Regina does after arriving at their loft is head to the master bathroom to wash her face. She stands there, gently splashing her face with water and Olay to rid her skin of the remaining makeup. Even when she's a bit tipsy, Regina knows that wrinkles at twenty-seven are not what she wants for her life.
She's halfway finished when Robin walks into the bathroom, lopsided grin tugging at his lips as he closes the door behind him and turns around, grin still instant.
She's chuckling at him, nervously biting her lower lip as she catches his reflection in the mirror. She should've known that they would end up doing this, especially after earlier that night Ruby uttered between drinks how pleasurable and exciting this was, Victor nodding excitedly from her side. "I don't know about you guys but the best sex I've ever had was in the shower. I don't know what is it, maybe the hot water? All I know is that it is exciting every time we do it" Ruby had said and Robin had simply given Regina a lopsided smile before focusing on the conversation again.
Yes, Regina should've known that they'd be back at this in no time, that their selfish side would win out whenever they try to play matchmaker for each other.
And it did.
Robin walks towards the shower, pulls the curtain and turns on the faucet at it's hottest before facing her once again.
"I say we go for it," he says, sounding far too much like a sixteen year old on his first time with his experienced girlfriend of four months. But can you really blame him though? The man is tipsy, horny and the promise of great sex is hanging on a thread between them.
She snorts, that beautiful snort that turns him to goo at her hands and then she bites that damn lip again, casts her gaze down where her hands were still collecting water —or trying to, her fingers starting to flex with the excitement.
He takes the opportunity now and moves closer to her, wraps his arm around her middle and meets her gaze through her reflection. He's caressing her waist, offering a smile and she rolls her eyes. But then they both watch intently as his hand moves up along her ribcage, playfully palms her breast through a layer of clothes as he goes along, moving up until finally reaching her neck and pulling at the neatly tied straps there.
"This shirt has been driving me crazy all night," he whispers against her ear, remembering how speechless he got when he saw her plunging neckline and bare back.
"Then take it off," she mutters seductively as she presses her ass against his groin, softly moving from side to side and smiling the moment she feels him stiffen up and sigh against her ear.
Never one to stand down from an offer, Robin takes off her shirt, slowly, teasingly, biting on the strings holding the shirt up, freeing her off the garment at the most teasing of paces. Once discarded, thrown haphazardly across the bathroom, he kneads both her breasts, thanking his lucky stars for her lack of bra, and licks his lips the moment her nipples harden against his palm, Regina sighs to his warm touch.
The scalding water is doing a good job at fogging everything in it's wake, humidity clinging to their skin and to the mirror in front of them atop the bathroom vanity. This is supposed to look cliché, to seem as if they are two people heating up in order to make sweet passionate love. But it isn't, it doesn't look that way because this is rough, this is carnal lust, the type that starts at the bottom of your lungs, your groin, your belly and just begs for release in the most pleasurable, the most rough of ways. No, Robin and Regina don't make love; they fuck, hard and rough, a bone shattering release as the final phase and they know it, they love it, they want this, they need this. Sex has become such a fundamental part of their friendship, they didn't know just how to stop, or when to stop it. Deep down they both knew that it was bound to bring them nothing but trouble in the future, but right now they don't care about that. Not when his palms feel so good covering her breasts. Not when her ass felt feels so good pressed against his cock.
So yes, they're hot for each other, alcohol and poorly made decisions can do that to people.
But still, nobody warned Regina about the flutter that she feels the moment her brown orbs meet with Robin's intense blue ones over the mirror. Nobody warned Robin of the smile that grazes his lips the moment their eyes met. Then his eyes rake possessively over her naked torso and the wetness between her thighs grows significantly, her legs automatically parting the moment his right hand leaves her hardened nipple to travel downwards. Both set of eyes follow his palm as it travels from her chest, down her abdomen (softly tickling her there), gently traces the outer region of her navel before moving further down, reaching the hem of her jeans.
Their eyes meet again, he is asking for permission to go further down and God, what is it about alcohol that makes Robin more of a gentleman, especially when it comes to sex? Of course he can touch her, fuck her, do whatever he wants with her, without asking for permission. What were they, eighteen? He owns her, body and soul and she's glad for it because no man has ever made her feel so excited about sex, so excited to do this, to try new things, except for him, as horrible as it all sounds.
But she's half drunk tonight, definitely not thinking straight because there has got to be another man who'd made her salivate with the prospect of being at their mercy. That made her knees wobble and insides clench in anticipation of having him inside-
Why isn't he touching her?
Regina wills her eyes to open in order to give him a murderous look over the mirror.
"I want you to look," he whispers against the shell of her ear and she swallows hard. No one has ever made her an offer like that before, no one has made her watch herself as they fingered her. so She immediately nods, always eager to try new things; and shuts down her thoughts. Because this is what she has right now, a man who's comfortable with her, who's willing to give her as much pleasure as she can take without asking for anything in return, so she's more than happy with this.
Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of her zipper being pulled down, and she's squirming against his slow pace, cursing at him for the wetness that pooled down with just at the sound of her zipper. He makes quick work of her jeans and underwear and before they know it, she's bare in front of him, and unsurprisingly enough, extremely comfortable as his eyes darken with just a glimpse of her sex. Their eyes meet again for the umpteenth time that night and he gives her a small smile, one she returns eagerly. In a tantalizing pace, Robin grabs her hips and pushes her forward, closer to the bathroom vanity, closer to the now a-bit-fogged mirror and she reaches up, sweeps the mirror with a hand towel —after all, she's always been a fan of teamwork.
He gives her a nod, a smile accompanied with a wink, and before she could think of what is happening, his fingers slip down her front, coming into direct contact with her sex.
She hisses almost immediately, because she's horny as fuck, and this is heaven and hell combined, his firm touch on her clit is making her see stars already, making her tremble and quake, and then the bastard is circling around her clit before pressing his middle finger against it. Regina closes her eyes just focusing on feeling good, willing him to continue with her actions as she opens her legs wider for his hand.
But nothing happens.
Instead, Robin bites down her neck and she swallows hard.
"Open your eyes," his voice commands behind her, and God, she could just come from his deep voice against her neck.
Had she actually just considered him to be a gentleman whilst drunk when it came to fucking her? Because fuck that, this is the farthest thing from it, it's the complete opposite from their last night in Germany with cheap beer and quick sloppy sex.
She prefers this though and is definitely not complaining. This is hot, it's sexy, it's so unlike him, unlike them. He warns her again, pulls her from her thoughts —why is she still thinking? – and for a second Regina considers not listening to him just to find out what he'll do if she keeps her eyes closed, if she disobeys him. But she's desperate for his hand down there, desperate for those long fingers so she opens her eyes only to find him grinning at her on the reflection.
She's about to call him out on it, curse at him but he resumes his ministrations; touching here, rubbing there, pinching everywhere, biting her earlobe and whispering dirty nothings in her ear.
She's close, so fucking close already. Those skillful fingers curling inside her, going deeper and deeper and Jesus, his palm is rubbing against her clit just so. The friction is so perfect, so, so perfect, and she tells him so, mumbles a few words, and just stares as his hand starts to move faster. Her legs open even more now, his hand covering her sex completely as he nibbles and gives her open mouthed kisses along her shoulder blades, her neck, suckling there every time he pushes his fingers into her warmth, sucking and biting.
It's gonna leave a mark, she's absolutely sure of that, but frankly she doesn't care, not when the pleasure is building up in waves, waves that with just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of friction, she wouldn't be able to contain.
It starts as a slight tremble on her thighs, an arch of her back sending her bare derriere in direct contact with his covered groin. Her insides clench around his fingers as she prepares herself for the mind blowing orgasm he is about to give her.
But it never comes.
Because as soon as she closes her eyes in anticipation, Robin utters an "Ah ah," and pulls his fingers from her depths.
She slouches forward, her hands on each side of the bathroom sink and her face inches away from the mirror, breathing deeply, crying out.
"Fuck you," she lets out breathless.
Robin just chuckles in reply and grabs a handful of her buttocks, kneading his favorite body part of hers before replying.
"Rules are rules m'lady," he winks at her after giving her left cheek a playful smack.
She just rolls her eyes at him, puffs out a breath, and brings her right hand down, trembling and moaning as soon as she starts touching herself. She's groaning under her own ministrations, the quick movements and friction her own touch brings making her gasp and rest her head atop the bathroom vanity.
"You cheater," Robin growls, his voice deep with arousal at the sight in front of him.
"Well, you're a traitor," she groans and concentrates on her own movements.
But the fucker is pushing her hand away, robbing her of this orgasm, turning her around quickly and hoisting her up onto the vanity. Before she could say anything, Robin kneels in front of her and roughly plants his tongue firmly against her clit.
Enough foreplay, enough teasing. He needed to taste her and fuck her, and fuck her again until they're both satisfied, even though he knows they'll never be.
So he runs his tongue down her entrance, nibbles on her lips, pushes two fingers into her, sucks firmly on her clit and she's back on that high, one hand holding tightly the edge of the vanity, the other pulling at his hair. He's growling against her sex, muttering how good she tastes, how wet she is and she's shaking, trembling, a puddle in his arms as he takes her to heights she's never reached before.
"Come for me," he whispers against her before nibbling more forcefully on her clit, performs quick flickers of his tongue against it until she's tensing, jaw's slacking, mumbling incoherent words, and she comes apart in his mouth and around his fingers.
He brings her down with slow caresses against her upper arm, slow licks against her center and peppered kisses on the inside of her thighs.
A couple of minutes go by when the only sound in the bathroom comes from the shower and her ragged breath, the only movement was of his palm caressing atop her thigh and his soft licks against her sex. She's looking down on him now, her eyes glassy and breasts still moving with the quick breaths she is taking. She pulls him by his arms now, begging him to stand up and he does, allows her to pull him by the neck and gives him a deep kiss, tongue peaking out to quickly caress his, thanking him for the mind-blowing orgasm she just had.
She can taste herself somewhere within the kiss and it made her arousal grow, a slick warmth pool in between her legs again. She pulls his shirt from his pants, away from his body. Now desperate to be closer to him, she makes quick work of his belt and dark jeans, groans against his mouth until the last garment of clothing is discarded. She wraps her legs around his waist, her center coming into direct contact with his hard cock.
"You're so wet," he groans against her lips, biting gently on her lower lip the moment he feels her slick warmth drip slightly onto the tip of his cock. He's palming her behind now, gently massaging it as he tries to refrain from pounding into her. He pulls her incredibly close, hoists her up, away from the vanity and walks them into the shower, steam and scalding water invading their senses.
He walks toward the spray, the hot water coming into contact with their hot bodies. The scalding water feels like it will cause first degree burns all throughout their bodies and privates, yet it doesn't; instead it thrills them even more because she's moaning into his mouth the moment the water hits her back, and his cock is getting incredibly hard from the heat. She's reaching in between them now, her hand going directly towards him, stroking, twirling her palm, giving him quick pumps that make Robin want to come apart in her hands. She's sighing against his mouth, her hand moving his cock around her center, quick movements around it, towards her clit, up and down just teasing herself and teasing him. He's slick with her warmth now, her hot juices covering his cock completely and it makes him break this never ending kiss, makes him growl into her neck and push her against the wall. He pulls both her hands away from him and up above her head, and holds them there. It's incredible really, that Robin (as inebriated as he is) could still carry her weight without his knees wobbling or without coming quickly and falling asleep in her arms.
It's amazing what five shots of Patron and three beers can do to your system.
He's kissing her now as he parts her legs wider with his own. His right hand presses against her left hip, her left leg rests atop his propped up leg and he's holding her in place, pressing her further into the tiles. He fixes his footing on the floor, his toes grasping for some support to prevent them from tumbling down if their sexual encounter turns too passionate— he's sure it will though, it always does.
"God Robin, stop taking your sweet, little time and just fuck me already," Regina lets out, frustration and anticipation written all over her face.
He loves it when Regina gets dirty, loves the fact that alcohol makes her a little loose on the tongue, allowing her to really express her thoughts instead of hiding them between those perfect lips of hers. He's chuckling now, a dry chuckle full of arousal that falls on deaf ears because Regina's not listening, instead she manages to arch her back, to move her hips forward, making the tip of his cock is brush directly with her entrance again. He can feel the muscles on his lower abdomen tightening in anticipation, his cock throbs painfully against her, so he doesn't hold back any longer.
He lets go of her hands above her head and reaches for the wet locks that are covering her breasts from his sight. He cannot fuck her without seeing all of her, so he pushes the wet locks behind her shoulder, tugs playfully on both nipples before he grabs her by the hips. Both of his hands pressing her, holding her in place as he buries himself into her; inch by inch, her warm walls constricting and relaxing against his sensitive head until he reaches the hilt and groans into her neck.
God, she feels so great around him, skin on skin, contact, something they've experienced a few times before, but it feels like the first time all over again, and for a moment Robin's disappointed at the situation, that their first time like this after a long time had to be with them on the inebriated side. He just hopes that they can savor the moment, and judging by Regina's awed look, she's thinking the exact same thing. So he tries to memorize how her warmth feels and archives any flutter inside her, any sound she elicits at their proximity. She's clenching around him now, letting him know with her body that she's more than ready for him to start moving.
So he does.
It starts with slow torturous thrusts that have her biting hard on her lower lip, have her hands tugging at the hair on the back of his neck as she closes her eyes and just mewls. He likes this, to enjoy their sex thoroughly, to make her feel like the queen of the world and him her king at her mercy. But she's thrusting back onto his length now, hard deep thrusts that have her groaning and trembling making him thrust deep into her core, stretching her like never before. He's sighing against her neck now, nibbling on the few droplets of water that run down her chest and he makes a mistake.
A terrible, horrible mistake.
He watches as one single drop of water travels down her sternum, down her navel, down the apex of her thighs until it reaches the part where they are united as one. The image has him groaning, has him letting out a fuck! as he rests his head against her forehead, transfixed with the image, as he watches his cock disappear almost completely inside her warmth, then the feeling, the feeling of her warm walls around his cock. The image is too much, the feeling too intense and he closes his eyes, groans against her lips because this is too much, he's way too close now.
But Regina's not quite there yet, and she knows, she knows because she's smiling against his lips, biting on his lower lip, clenching her walls with every pull of his cock, heightening the friction around him.
Damn that temptress, damn that good fuck, damn her tricks, damn her, he thinks before groaning and pulling out completely, Regina mewling instantly at the loss of deep contact between their bodies. Her noise of disapproval is soon replaced with a groan when he makes quick work at her clit with his thumb, he's biting playfully over a nipple and gently licking at it to the same rhythm of his thumb that is against her clit. Rubbing fast, biting hard, deep sucks, quick licks and she's right there with him, right on the brink of oblivion.
He's about to reclaim his place inside her, but she's pushing him back, urging him to sit down on the tiled floor, a wicked look upon her face as she stares at him. His eyes roam over her incredible form before he does what he's told and sits down, his back resting against the tiled wall. He's confused at first, but then he remembers that it's Regina the one that stands in front of him, and his lower back was getting kind of achy with the force he was using to prevent them from tumbling down — and prevent himself from spilling into her.
She's biting on that damn lip again, and Robin fights the urge to get up and bite said lip for her, an addiction he doesn't want a cure for. She's standing in front of him, legs on either side of his hips, her sex directly in his line of vision, and he can't help it but lean in closer to drop a kiss and quick lick on her clit, his second addiction when it comes to her. She pulls at his hair playfully, pushes him away from her sex, before sitting down on his lap and pulling him down for a kiss. He never misses the opportunity so he tugs at her bottom lip, softly scratching with his teeth, and she's sighing, closing her eyes and moving her body closer to him. She tugs at his hair again breaking the kiss before reaching for his length and straightening up. Regina rises a little bit before placing his cock on her entrance and slowly lowers herself onto it with the skill only she possesses.
Both their bodies hum with pleasure, both their mouths release a sigh.
She starts moving almost immediately, up and down, up and down, the occasional roll of her hips making an appearance, sighing and moaning and Robin decides at that moment that he could die like this, would love to die like this, her riding his dick like a pro, fucking him, owning him like that. The way she does.
Her face is scrunching up in concentration now, the hot water falling constantly against her back and onto his legs. He's meeting her thrust after thrust, rising his hips and before he knows it Regina's squeezing deliciously around him, slowing down her thrusts, slowly rolling her hips against his length. Moans gaining momentum, getting louder before her head lolls back and she starts trembling around him, on top of him, everywhere; her mouth calling out his name in a repeated mantra as she jerks and groans with every wave of pleasure. So he pounds into her, harder and faster, helping her ride out this orgasm for as long as she can before he's grunting, the soft warmth of her walls becoming too much for him, he pulls out of her depths ignoring her mewls. She reaches for his length immediately, and moans when he feels it throbbing, gives him one, two, three determined strokes before he goes taut, jaw slacks as he thrusts into her small palm, grunts her name and spills his seed all over her, his body quaking beneath her, eyes closing as he groans with every thrust. She gives him a few lazy strokes afterwards before lowering herself onto him again with a smile, both their bodies shaking with the aftershocks, both releasing a guttural sighs. But she's a temptress, she's a pro at this, and she slowly rises and falls again into his cock, a wicked smile upon her face and she repeats the motion until he pulls her hard onto his cock again (Regina closes her eyes and moans) and holds her in place by the hips.
They're both breathless, Regina is spent atop his chest as he tries to regain his breath. God her warmth is still surrounding him, and he closes his eyes to enjoy this for a few moments before she shifts on top of him and rises onto her knees in front of him. Softly releasing his cock, tightening her walls all the way, making Robin's body give a small tremble, toes curl up a bit and nails dig into her hips.
"Well Ruby was most definitely right," he whispers after a moment, his eyes are still closed, his hands still on her hips and he can feel Regina's tremble atop his lap, the quiet laugh she releases proof of how spent she was.
She gets up first and tugs at his hand, pulling him up before turning around and going under the spray. She takes a quick shower then, after he leaves the bathroom. When she comes out she finds Robin sitting down at the edge of the bed, phone pressed tightly to his ear as he nods to the person on the other line.
Who can be calling him this late at night? It is well into the night— well, morning, and most of their friends left the club soon after they had left so, what the hell is going on? What's happening? Why is Robin so worried? And she voices the questions only to be met with Robin's worried eyes. He hangs up immediately after and beckons her to sit next to him.
"That was Ruby," he murmurs and his throat is constricted, fighting off the pain that was building up inside, "Little John is at the hospital."
"What happened to him? Is he okay?" she asks immediately, her concern noticeable in the way her eyes shine with tears, in the way her breath hitches.
"I really don't know," he sighs and closes his eyes. "We have to go now," Robin says as he gets up from the bed and immediately walks toward his closet, pulling out the first thing he can find and throwing some of her favorite sweatpants and hoodie her way.
They make quick work of their clothes, Regina having to head towards her room in order to find some undergarments and a t-shirt. Soon they're heading off in Robin's car, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel in order to calm the nerves and anxiousness that are plaguing him.
But then a phone goes off —hers or his, it matters not.
Incoming Call Ruby and Robin and Regina look at each other because suddenly they knew. They knew exactly what had happened to Little John and she reaches over, a small tear falling from her left eye, and places her hand gently atop his on the armrest, caressing the skin there and leaning towards her side, resting her head atop his shoulder. He turns his palm and closes it around her. A perfect fit, but now it's not time to think about that, so he turns his head and drops a small kiss atop her head, as a tear falls down on her.
Don't be an idiot and tell her!
I notice the way you two look at each other.
I know you're scared.
Tell her how you feel before it's too late!
Tell her, Robin. Tell her.
Little John's words keep ringing in his ear.
Time just keeps ticking away Robin until one day time's up.
Do you want to ask yourself ten years from now "What if?".
It's all about timing.
Timing.
Little John.
Time's up.
He drops another kiss at the top of her head as she answers the phone.
Thoughts?
