Author's Notes: THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE. I had this chapter written for like a month. Please don't hate me for it. I just couldn't put my finger on what was wrong with the chapter, and I felt that Frederick was out of character. I also had to rewrite some sections.
Luckily for me, sarai377 took a look for me and pointed out some things to tweak. Naga bless your soul, sarai377. So, this chapter is dedicated to you (angst, smut, and all), sarai377, for reassuring me that I'm not writing garbage on a regular basis and for looking over my essay on such short notice. You're an awesome writing buddy.
ON WITH THE OVERDUE CHAPTER.
Chapter 6: Code Blue
Are you sure you're okay? Do you want to talk about this?
Frederick stared at his phone. She had sent the same text every day, once a day, since last Friday. He texted back the same response that he had sent her every day, once a day, since last Friday.
I'm fine.
"Frederick, so I had an idea," said Chrom.
Frederick tucked his phone back into his jacket pocket and gave Chrom his undivided attention. "Let's hear it."
"Father suggested that this may be the only chance for me to be experimental in the company," said Chrom. "I thought about it and I'd like to make a team that collaborates every step of the way. Instead of communicating between departments, have a unit with members from all the departments. What do you think? It would be more efficient, in theory. Of course, we'd start with small projects first."
"Who would you pick?" asked Frederick.
"I would have to take a look at employee profiles and work performances," said Chrom. "I thought I should get your approval since you are my mentor."
Frederick stared back at the heir to Exalt. It was difficult to have disdain for someone who was so diligent and eager. Chrom even looked up to Frederick. It wasn't Chrom's fault that he met Robin before Frederick did.
"It sounds like an interesting idea, Chrom. Why don't you put together a team and we'll discuss the details later?" Frederick suggested. "Right now, you still have to learn how Exalt works."
"Right," said Chrom.
Frederick had prepared everything Chrom needed to know and transferred the files to his tablet, but Chrom hadn't even made it through thirty percent of the files. There was no denying that there was a lot of information to know, but his speed and proficiency had dropped significantly compared to his first week. And that wouldn't do. It was only his second week and he still had a lot to learn.
"Chrom, is everything okay?" asked Frederick. How ironic. Him asking Chrom if he was okay.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah, I guess." Chrom paused. "Not gonna lie. I have no idea what to do about Robin." Chrom blurted out.
There it was.
"But I learned over the years that sometimes I need to give her space. I'm trying it out." A flustered frown etch itself on Chrom's face. He was begging for some form of reassurance.
This was the first time Chrom mentioned Robin this week. Last week, he wouldn't stop talking about her every spare moment they had. Frederick wasn't sure how to reassure Robin's ex-boyfriend about his girlfriend. He was having issues with her too, so he didn't think he was really in the position to say anything.
Frederick wondered what was happening on her end. He could ask her. But he didn't know where to start.
"Space is good," Frederick said. That was probably the most objective answer he could offer.
"Yeah," said Chrom dejectedly. "I'm going to wait until she says something first, but she's pretty stubborn, so that might be a while."
A silence fell between the two men. Frederick's eyes were fixed on his laptop screen, but they didn't move to read the document on the screen. He missed his desktop, but since Chrom's office wasn't ready yet, they had been spending a lot of time in one of the conference rooms. His office was a little too cramped for Chrom's habit of spreading everything on the table.
Chrom chuckled.
"Yes?" asked Frederick.
"I just remembered something," said Chrom. "If you could guess a woman's favorite animal, what would you think it'd be?"
Frederick raised a brow. "I guess something cute, like a puppy or a kitten."
"Yeah, you'd think. Robin's favorite animal is the giraffe," said Chrom with a laugh. "They're so awkward! With their long necks and black tongue. But apparently, they're adorable."
"I see," said Frederick. His gut clenched uncomfortably. Frederick learned another detail about Robin that he had yet to find out himself from Chrom.
"Maybe giraffes were her favorite because yellow is her favorite colour," said Chrom out loud. "Hmm...never thought of that."
Frederick remained quiet. Her favorite colour fluctuated based on her mood. So, which was it? Did she like yellow or not have a favorite colour?
"You know, Frederick. I really missed her a lot when I was overseas," said Chrom quietly, his eyes unfocusing. "And now that I'm back, she won't even talk to me." Chrom sighed. "Do you think we could even be friends at this point? Is that possible? Can you be friends with someone you used date?"
Frederick inhaled and let out a slow, measured breath before speaking. "I don't know, Chrom. Why don't we take a break?"
"Huh? Already? You only allow breaks at ten thirty and two thirty. It's only one ten," said Chrom. "You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," said Frederick, getting up from his seat.
"Did you know that's the most commonly told lie?" said Chrom, following Frederick's example.
"Did you learn that factoid from Robin as well?" asked Frederick. He immediately regretted his words. They had slipped out of his lips faster than he could've processed or filtered them out. Quickly, he walked out of the conference room to grab something to drink.
"Actually, yeah," said Chrom, keeping up with Frederick. "It's nice to have a person I can trust and talk to. Thanks, Frederick." Chrom put a hand on his shoulder.
"You're welcome," Frederick said slowly. He didn't know how much more of this he could handle.
"So, what are you plans for the weekend? It's almost Friday," said Chrom.
Frederick hadn't thought that far ahead. Because they decided to add Chrom to his list of responsibilities, he was falling behind in his own work. He was most likely going to be in his office tomorrow night, just like tonight, and every night so far in his week.
Gaius's stare made her feel guilty. He had a quirked eyebrow and his lips pulled up to one side. He was on a roll with his coding and Robin had ruined it by coming by with an offering: a slice of coffee cake.
"Okay, what is it?" asked Gaius, pulling the slice of coffee cake in the clear plastic container towards him. "It must be pretty big for you to play hooky at work."
"I told them I was feeling off and was headed to the washroom. They probably think I have constipation or something," said Robin.
"Nice one, Bubbles." Gaius snorted. "Awwe, don't make the face. I hate it when you make that face."
"What face?" asked Robin.
Gaius moved the lollipop into his cheek before speaking. "The sad puppy-dog face you make. You know the anxious one?"
Robin sighed and crossed her arms as she stood beside Gaius's desk. "I'm not trying to make...whatever face you just described," she said with a wave of her hand.
"Did Blue do something? Are the peeps upstairs not doing their work again? Deadline coming up?" asked Gaius.
Her lips were firmly pressed together.
"Bubbles," Gaius said seriously.
Robin's eyes flickered over to Gaius.
"Did the condom break and your secret lover wants to keep the baby?" asked Gaius.
"No!" shrieked Robin, her face heating up.
All the male interns stopped and stared at them. Gaius snickered gleefully at Robin's outburst.
"Stop laughing!" hissed Robin. "It's not funny even if it is a joke!"
Gaius continued to giggle and snort, while Robin gave him a flat, unamused face. He spoke again when he calmed down. "You wanna tell me what's up? Isn't that why you came down to the lair of the code monkeys, yeah?"
"What do you do when someone's avoiding you like the plague?" Robin groaned in frustration.
Gaius stared at Robin. The candy clinked against his teeth as he moved the lollipop to the other side of his mouth. "Am I upset or creeped out?" asked Gaius.
"Probably upset," murmured Robin.
"I think you're going to have to pull a Code Blue here," said Gaius with a smirk.
Robin furrowed her brows. "A what?"
"Y'know. What Blue did whenever he upset you," said Gaius. "Where he'd somehow corner you or wait around long enough for you to talk to you?"
"Oh...didn't think of that," said Robin quietly.
"Did you and your boyfriend fight?" asked Gaius.
"Not exactly. It's complicated," said Robin.
The problem was he wasn't talking with her. Well, he was, but not actually talking to her. She preferred fighting over being avoided.
"Bubbles, you're doing a great job of selling this guy to me," said Gaius. "I thought you and Blue were weird with your awful pet names…"
"Hey!" snapped Robin.
Gaius shrugged at her and continued. "Just saying. Your relationship with Blue was kinda fucked up at the end. Well, not kinda. It was fucked up."
Robin's lips drew into a thin line. She knew he was right, but he didn't have to point it out so blatantly.
"Anyways, so I've been thinking..." Gaius started.
Robin drew out of her thoughts and apprehensively watched Gaius. He never used those words phrased like that unless he was going to drop something big on her. Gaius often didn't take the time to think, he simply did. Or maybe he did think…she wasn't sure.
"And?" asked Robin hesitantly.
Gaius stated like it was a matter of fact. "Your boyfriend works here."
She felt the blood drain from her face and her heart quicken in her chest. She opened her mouth to protest, but her throat was dry, robbing her of the ability to speak.
"Bingo," said Gaius with a click of his tongue and a pointed finger at Robin.
"I-I didn't say anything," said Robin.
Gaius grinned. He triumphantly popped open the cake container and grabbed the plastic fork. "Do not question the master hacker, Bubbles. My logic cracks everything." Gaius stabbed the cake and shoved a huge chunk of it into his mouth. "Awwe, Bubbles, don't worry. I'm your best friend. I would never screw you over," said Gaius with a mouthful of cake. "Besides, I'm more impressed at how much balls you have to do this all over again."
Robin regained her composure and asked coolly, "How?"
"Well, it just made sense. You never hide things from me, so that meant you were probably breaking rules or seeing Blue. I know about the whole thing with Blue, so that meant you were breaking rules. Since you mentioned you guys promised to keep it a secret, either you're dating an Exalt employee or some crazy criminal that's on the run. And I confirmed it with that reaction of yours: Exalt employee." Gaius wore a proud smile. He allowed Robin to have a moment to let it sink in. "I'm going to guess he's pretty high up on the hierarchy, huh?"
"Please don't say anything," said Robin.
"Yeah, obviously," said Gaius. "Are you still going to not tell me who?"
"I can't. I made a promise," said Robin. "Technically, I didn't break it since you guessed and I didn't say anything, but still…"
"Okay, well, do you feel better now?" asked Gaius.
"No, but thanks for the suggestion," said Robin with a heavy sigh.
"If you need to talk again, you know you can come by with cake again." Gaius winked as he finished up the last bits of Robin's offering. "Besides, tomorrow's Friday. Just get through today and tomorrow and you'll be fine. You're Robin Grima. You've gotten through worse."
Maribelle strode over to Robin who was fidgeting with the final drafts of their most recent project on her drawing tablet. Her brows were knitted towards each other in deep concentration as Robin looked over the final product.
"I sent you the files you request," said Maribelle. "Is there anything else you need?"
"Hmm?" Robin stole her eyes away from her work to look at Maribelle. There was not a single blonde curl out of place on her head even though it was Friday evening. Her makeup hadn't budged, not even her eyeliner. It was bulletproof. Her white blouse was neatly tucked into a high-waisted pastel pink pencil skirt. It astounded Robin.
"Maribelle, how do you look amazing at the end of a Friday? Every time?"
The blonde brought up a hand to her chest and giggled. "You flatter me," she said.
"No, seriously," said Robin. "You're as flawless as the work you always hand in."
"Thanks, Robin," said Maribelle with a wide smile. "Anyway, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Nope, you're all set," said Robin.
"With our deadline coming up, I know you're going to be at work later than all of us. So, remember to ask for help if you need it. Don't try to do everything by yourself," said Maribelle with her hands at her hips.
Robin smiled. "Thanks, I will."
"Okay, I'll see you next week," said Maribelle.
"Bye," said Robin.
She watched Maribelle strut away in her fabulous heels back to her desk to collect her stuff. Robin glanced around and saw that most of people she worked with had left. She checked her phone and saw that it was five fifteen. She hesitantly tapped open her text conversation with Frederick.
5:16 PM Are you working late tonight?
Robin stared at her lonely text, almost wondering if he would send his generic answer even though it didn't fit the context. Her lips pulled into a dry smile at the thought.
Yes. I'm a bit behind. 5:17 PM
A part of Robin was overjoyed he responded so promptly with something different than 'I'm fine', but the insecure part of her made her wonder if he was avoiding her. She fiddled with the tablet pen in her hand, then put it down. She picked up her phone and texted back. She was sick of beating around the bush.
5:18 PM How late? Can we go home together?
5:18 PM I have a deadline coming up, and I'm trying to get ahead. I can wait for you...
You should go on ahead home. 5:18 PM
Robin heart sank and her face fell. Before, he was being frustrating. She got the hint: he was upset she kept the damned flowers, Chrom was pursuing her, and she didn't say anything. Now, he was just hurting her. She blinked at her phone. The tone of that single text could be interpreted as cold or out of concern. She decided that it sounded cold.
Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard on her screen. She tried to formulate the perfect response to his text. In all honesty, he could easily say he wasn't avoiding her, because he technically wasn't since he had responded to all her texts and calls. But responding wasn't the same as talking. And screw technicalities!
5:23 PM No.
Okay, maybe that wasn't the best way to respond. She'd try again.
5:23 PM I'm going to come upstairs after I'm done.
Don't come. I'm going to be working late, Robin. 5:24 PM
Go on ahead. 5:24 PM
He wasn't going to get away with this. She was fed up with letting him think on this.
Code Blue it was.
The light from the computer screens reflected of his glasses. His eyes darted side to side as he played catch-up on work. He was finally in his office for work: his place of productivity. Except for one person. Chrom was sitting right across from him, slouched in one of the cushioned seats.
"Chrom, you can go home," said Frederick from behind the computer screens.
"It's fine, I'd like to keep you company. It's my fault you're behind anyway. I didn't have clue in that you had been working late all week," said Chrom. "Besides, I still have a lot to learn too."
Frederick refrained from sighing in case that it discouraged Chrom. He wished that Chrom would just go home. He didn't need company for gods' sakes. He was a grown man. He just wanted to be alone so he could finish and go home. After spending another work week with the Exalt heir, Chrom was starting to wear down on Frederick's patience.
His eyes wandered to the phone that was facing down beside his mouse. She hadn't said anything after his final text.
"Are you waiting for a call?" asked Chrom, his eyes peering up from the tablet in his hands.
"No," said Frederick. Was he waiting for a call? The few times he worked late, Robin sent an encouraging text and sometimes, she dropped off dinner and hung around until he was done. "Why?" he asked.
"Iunno. You keep looking at your phone," said Chrom. A grumbling sound erupted from Chrom's stomach.
Frederick stopped and rolled his chair away from the computer to look at Chrom. "Go home. I don't want the CEO worrying about you."
"Father? He's fine. I called home and said I'm not joining the family for dinner," said Chrom. His stomach demanded sustenance again. "Hey, Frederick. Aren't you hungry?"
Frankly, he was hungry. But he was fixated on finishing everything before leaving. It was usually around this time, Robin would've popped in with dinner and nagged him about the importance of remembering to eat. Then, she'd keep him company, with her legs crossed and hanging over the arm of the chair Chrom was sitting in. She would have his tablet in her hands, probably online shopping, with a foot bouncing. But they hadn't spoken much this week and she didn't know he had been working late. It wasn't common for him work late. He was always on top of everything.
"Do you have someone who's waiting for you at home?" asked Chrom.
"Yes." Frederick was surprised at how quickly that had slipped out. Well, they didn't live together so no, she wasn't waiting for him at home per se, but he did look forward to Friday.
He missed her presence in his life.
"Then, you should go home," said Chrom with a smile. "To whoever it is. Can't you come in tomorrow?"
"Busy, my ass," grumbled Robin under her breath. The elevator door opened to an empty floor. She was hungry and tired—a most terrible combination. Her mood was bordering hangry…an ominous sign.
She stepped out of the metal box and looked around. Eerie shadows were cast on the dark floor. In her line of sight was a brightly lit glass box, with two men sitting in it. Robin had her arms crossed and each step was pronounced with irritation. She slowed down and squinted. One man was obviously Frederick, but the other guy…
"Shit," she cursed with shock. She immediately hid in one of the cubicles, but missed the chair and flopped to the floor after folding her ankle in half. Robin's heart pounded in her chest and her ankle throbbed. She hissed in pain.
Why was Chrom in Frederick's office at this time? Usually the only people left at this hour were the new employees and cleaning staff.
Her phone went off in her jacket pocket. She whipped it out to check who texted her. With her other hand, she massaged her ankle. It was from 'Teddy Bear 3'.
What are you doing here? 7:23 PM
Robin grimaced and responded.
7:23 PM What are you talking about?
I just saw you. 7:23 PM
7:24 PM I twisted my ankle.
Are you okay? 7:24 PM
Robin chuckled. He was so easy to distract sometimes.
7:24 PM Why is Chrom still here?
He insisted he keep me company. 7:24 PM
That was the last straw. She wasn't going to put up with this anymore. She was pretty sure that she sprained her ankle, she hadn't spent any time with Frederick since last Friday, and he had avoided her all week.
7:25 PM THAT'S MY JOB! TELL HIM TO GO HOME. AND GET YOU ASS OUT HERE.
7:25 PM YOU'RE TAKING ME HOME. MY ANKLE HURTS AND WE'RE GOING TO TALK THIS THROUGH.
Frederick blinked at his phone screen. His lips were parted. Robin was upset, possibly angry.
"Chrom, I need to head out," said Frederick. "I'll lock up here."
"Oh, okay," said Chrom. He stood up and collected his stuff to leave.
When he was about to turn around, Frederick saw Robin limping out of a cubicle. "Chrom," said Frederick louder than his usual volume.
Chrom faced Frederick with a questioning look. "Yes?"
"Good…work today." Frederick's eyes wandered past Chrom again. Robin had hid herself again. He nodded at Chrom. "Have a nice weekend."
"Oh, okay." Chrom waved and left Frederick's office.
Frederick watched the back of the young man leave. He sighed in relief, took his glasses off and rubbed his temples. Chrom finally left.
That woman was going to be end of him.
Once Chrom was in the elevator and well on his way, Robin came out of another cubicle and limped over to his office in bare feet. Her heels were in one hand and she was scowling at him.
Frederick put on his jacket and packed his briefcase to go home. Or in this case, Robin's place. Robin waited outside his office with her arms crossed. He opened the glass door of his office and greeted her. "Good evening, Robin."
"Don't 'Good evening, Robin' me," snapped Robin. "You're been avoiding me."
"No, I haven't. I've been busy all week." It was an honest response. He had been busy all week and he had been working evenings as well.
He pulled out his office key and locked the door. "Okay, I'm done. Let's go."
Robin scowled at him the entire time: on their walk to the elevator, on the trip down to the parking garage, and even in the car. She fumed at him in silence.
"Are you okay?" Frederick reached over and brushed a finger on her cheek while they were stopped at red light.
"Yeah. I'm fine," said Robin. The irritation in her voice did not go amiss.
"Are you sure?" asked Frederick.
"I'm fine," said Robin, turning away.
"No, you're not," said Frederick. "You're limping and you look upset."
"I'm fine," said Robin.
"Say something more convincing," he said with a strained face.
She finally turned her had to meet his eyes. "It's pretty frustrating, isn't it?" asked Robin. "Being told that someone's 'I'm fine', when it's obvious they're not."
He lost his words and it sank in that he had done this to her all week.
Once they made it back to her apartment, they were exactly where they left off last Friday: on her couch sitting in silence, glancing at one another every so often. There was a pronounced distance between the two-a distance that was usually closed by cuddling.
Then, Robin broke the silence. "Can we talk?"
"Okay," he said.
"Okay." Robin earnestly waited him to say something. Her eyes flickered, studying his face.
Silence.
She sighed. "We can't talk if you don't say anything. Just say anything. Please, Frederick," she begged. "I'm really tired of your shutting me out. Please."
Frederick parted his lips but no words came out. He didn't know where to start. All the thoughts that arose to his mind sounded like they could lead to a fight. He wanted to know what happened between them. He wanted to tell her that he didn't want her interacting with Chrom, in the off chance he stole her away from him.
"Anything," she breathed. "Anything," she said in a quieter voice.
Robin dropped her head and slouched over in defeat. She picked herself up from the couch to leave the living room. As she brushed by Frederick, he grabbed her wrist.
"Don't go," he said. "Stay." He stood up from his seat, towering over Robin. She pulled her wrist out from his grip and took a step back.
"Frederick, what do you want me to do?" asked Robin quietly.
"Robin, I don't want you to do anything," he said.
"If you didn't want me to do anything, we wouldn't be like this. You're obviously upset about Chrom." She raised her voice and there was an evident shake in her words.
"Robin, please," he said, reaching out to her.
Robin shook her head and stepped back. "No. No. You don't get to do that."
Frederick sighed. "What would make you feel better?"
"This isn't about me, Frederick. It's about us. I want you to tell me how you're feeling, what you're thinking, so we can fix this. So we can talk about it. I don't want to have to wait for you again like this," said Robin. Her voice was raw and desperate. She was trying so hard to reach out, clawing at his defenses.
"I'm tired and I'm...worried...possibly jealous." Robin finally picked up her head and met his eyes. His voice was soft, but then grew into a pained choke. "I am expected to be his mentor and he's a great person. I may even possibly be fond of him. But I have to listen to him talk about how much he admires this woman. And he knows all these things about her, such as how her favorite animal is the giraffe and her favorite Plegian candy is the fig flavoured one that only old people buy and her favorite bookstore is Tomes. Things that I have yet to learn about her."
Robin held her breath, watching the man she cared for start to unravel.
"And I can't say anything. I can't tell him that you're with me because that could put you in a compromising position," he said.
"Frederick, I can take care of myself," said Robin.
"No, you don't understand, Robin. The executive direction of R&D's secretary was fired for inappropriate behavior when the company found out they were having a relationship," said Frederick.
"He was having an affair, Frederick. What we have is different," protested Robin loudly.
"She was fired when he was the cheating on his wife." Frederick's voice was growing in volume.
Robin held her shaking hands tightly in hopes of concealing it. "It'll be okay. No one knows and if anything does happen..."
"I can't protect you!" he shouted. Robin froze, quietly staring at him. "If anything does happen, I can't protect you," he said with crumbling words.
"Frederick, you don't have to protect me," she said.
"Do you think I could forgive myself is something happens?" asked Frederick.
"But I'm okay," said Robin. "And I never asked you to protect me. You don't have to protect me from Chrom. He won't harm me. He's not the one who'll try to hurt me."
"How are you so sure?" asked Frederick. "Didn't he hurt you before? How can you trust him again?"
"Because I know him!" Robin yelled. "Because, as much as you're having problems with handling the truth, once upon a time, we loved each other! That's how I know!" She was breathing heavily, struggling to maintain the ounce of composure left in her. "But not anymore. That was a long time ago. So who cares Frederick?"
He stood up from his seat. "I care, Robin! Because I love you!" shouted Frederick. "And I've seen the way he looks at you whenever you pass by or the way he talks about you. He still loves you."
"Wait, you love me?" Robin stepped towards him with wide eyes.
"Yes, Robin. I love you," said Frederick. "You mean a lot to me. And I don't want to lose you."
Emotions high and vibrating throughout their bodies, Robin approached Frederick, closing the hostile gap between them. She brought up a hand against his cheek and whispered, "You won't."
Frederick cupped her face and then claimed her lips desperately. Robin returned his kiss with equal fervor. His wrapped an arm around her waist and placed a hand behind her neck, pulling her in closer. Her hands busied themselves with pulling out his neatly tucked shirt out of his pants. His hand slid down to her ass and gave it a squeeze. Robin managed to unbuckle the belt and Frederick broke away from the kiss.
Frederick stepped away from Robin slowly with buckle still in hand, allowing the belt to slide out of his pants. Robin watched him with ravenous eyes. "Bedroom, now," he ordered.
She threw the belt aside and they left a hurried trail of clothes behind as they barely made their way to the bedroom in their underwear. Once inside, Frederick slammed the door shut by pinning Robin against it. She challenged him defiantly with sultry smirk.
"You drive me mad," he hissed as he held her wrists above her head and devoured her neck.
She sighed in utter pleasure. "Show me. Show me how I drive you crazy."
Frederick let her arms go briefly to undo her bra. She immediately withdrew her arms from the shoulder straps and threw her bra away. He grabbed one of Robin's legs and wrapped it around his hip. And then, he grabbed her other leg, hoisting her up against his waist. He found her lips again as he carried her over to the bed and laid her down.
He pressed kisses on her breasts and trailed down to her stomach. He hooked his fingers into the side of her panties and slid them. She sat up before he couldn't do anything. As she kissed him again, she lured him onto the bed. Then she slipped away from him. Meanwhile, he threw off the covers of the bed.
"Don't want another thing to argue about," she said, walking over to her dresser. She grabbed a condom and returned. "Allow me." She eyed the bulge in his underwear. Her eyes wandered up his defined abs and chest. She saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed with his eyes wandering as well. "Take it off."
Frederick more than happily obliged. Robin ripped open the wrapper and placed the tip of the condom between her lips. His chest rose uneasily and his face was flustered, but wanting. She wrapped her hand around his erection and stroked. Pre-cum was leaking out at the tip. Frederick groaned at her touch. She smirked. Then she lowered her head down. She saw his breath catch in his throat. She firmly grasped the base of his member and slid on the condom with her mouth. He moaned as her lips and mouth enveloped his length. And she took her sweet, sweet time. When she couldn't go any further, she used her fingers to finish the job while she swirled her tongue around the head.
Meanwhile, Frederick was on his back at her mercy and Robin seized the opportunity to straddle him. She was going to get back at him for last time. His hands grasped at her thighs as she rolled her hips against his hardened manhood. His fingers dug into her soft flesh in response.
"Do you want me?" she asked innocently.
"Robin." He gritted his teeth. Her name sounded like sin the way he said it.
"I'm sorry, what's that you say, love?" she asked, rubbing against his length with her lips of her sex.
"Yes!" he growled. "I want you. I need you."
Robin grinned at Frederick's flushed face. Truthfully, she, herself, was struggling to keep up the act. A small part of her was relieved that he gave in so fast. She grabbed the base of his cock and lowered herself onto him.
With eyes closed, cheeks rosy, and hair brushing against her breasts, Frederick couldn't think straight with Robin on top. A sigh escaped her small frame as she adjusted to him. Her free hand rested on his abdomen for support. Once she couldn't fit anymore, she raised herself up and slid back down his throbbing member. He screwed his eyes shut as she moved against him. It felt so good to let her take control.
The bed creaked softly every time her body came down onto his. Uneven breaths and sighs were exchanged. Occasionally, she'd let out a moan when he bucked his hips, thrusting deeper into her.
Robin planted both hands against his chest and adjusted the angle of her body. She grinded against him, pleasuring herself as well as her lover. Her body glistened with every movement. She went faster and faster, building tension.
"Robin," he moaned.
She couldn't form words as she panted. Gods, his moans were so hot. She was set on making him come first. His hands explored the curves her hips, her waist, and her breasts. She tried to hold back her moans, but happy sighs escaped out of her at his touch. His hands clutched at Robin's legs. Frederick began to thrust into Robin. She smiled at his impatience.
He was almost there.
His lips parted, his body tense, and with one powerful thrust, he moaned loudly, announcing his climax. He thrust a couple more times, drawing out his pleasure. Robin tried to catch her breath and climbed off of him. Her legs were going to be so sore tomorrow.
She slipped under the covers and nestled beside Frederick. As he dealt with the condom, he asked, "Did you…?"
"No," said Robin in a short breath. "Finish me off?"
Frederick spooned her from behind. His hand slid over her waist to her stomach. He kissed her shoulder and his hand cupped her breast. His thumb drew circles around her hardened nipple with a feathery touch.
She hummed happily and her hand grasped his wrist. She guided his hand further down south of her body. Robin closed her eyes, her mouth opened, prepared for the cries of pleasure to come.
Frederick fingertips trailed over her wet opening. She was relieved that Frederick couldn't see her blush. He slipped a finger into her and curled his finger inside of her. She parted her legs for him to have better access.
"Deeper," she whispered.
He obliged and went deeper. She happily sighed and clutched the blanket. Lubricious sounds mixed with her muted moans.
"Does that feel good?" Frederick breathed against her ear.
"Yes." She sighed. He inserted a second finger into her. "Harder." Frederick moved his finger faster and harder. "Ah," she moaned and arched her back away from him.
The pleasure was building up again and this time she could have her end. She let out a single cry when she came. He continued to finger her, playing her like an instrument. She clamped down around his finger in waves as he milked out her climax.
"I missed you." She gasped at every stroke he made in her peaked sensitivity. "Gods, I missed you."
"And I, you." Frederick held her tight against him. "I'm sorry I didn't try to talk this through with you earlier."
"I'm sorry too."
Frederick wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but he kept hearing meowing and giggling sounds. From his recollection, Robin didn't have a cat. Reluctantly, he awoke. He also realized the absence of Robin's body against him. He rolled over to see a light illuminating Robin's amused face. She was holding her phone in front of her face watching something. Her phone meowed again. She hadn't noticed that he had moved. He watched her softened eyes and playful smile as she watched the video on her phone. Her hair was unkempt and gathered to one side.
"Love, what are you doing?" he asked, startling Robin.
"You're awake?" she asked, pausing the video.
"I heard you giggling," he said, propping up his pillow and sitting up with Robin. "Something funny?"
"Cat videos," said Robin. "I couldn't sleep."
"You know the blue light from your phone is probably making it even more difficult to sleep," he commented with a yawn.
"But the kittens are so cute," said Robin. She snuggled up against him and he put an arm around her. "See?" She tapped the screen and the video of the cat playing with the bunny continued. "Look how adorable it is."
"Yes, very cute," said Frederick.
"Hey, don't dismiss the adorable kitten," said Robin.
Frederick kissed her on the side of the head. "I'm not. But you're going to be tired tomorrow."
Robin pouted, knowing that he was right. "One more video."
"Go to bed, Robin," said Frederick. He reached over and grabbed her phone. She gripped it and he had to tug it out of her hands. Once he succeeded, she protested. He placed it on the table on his side of the bed. "You can watch the kittens tomorrow."
"But it's more fun when it's past three in the morning," she said.
"Is something bothering you?" he said. He yawned again, and then, she yawned after him. "Come to bed with me. I'll keep you warm." He pressed kissed her bare shoulder before settling back into bed. She eventually shimmied down into the sheets.
Her fingers brushed away his brown hair. "Are you tired?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, love. I'm tired. It's past three AM," he said, wrapping an arm around her. "I'll watch all the cat videos you want with you tomorrow. Go to sleep."
As Frederick dozed off to sleep again with Robin in his arms, she nudged him awake again.
"What is it?" he asked.
She climbed on top of him and stared at him. "Did you mean what you said?" asked Robin.
He sighed, but humoured her. "What did I say?"
"That you…love me," she said quietly.
He tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes, Robin. Why would I say that if I didn't mean it?"
"I don't know. Heat of the moment?" she said.
"Okay, let me repeat it then. I…" He kissed her. "…love…" He her kissed her again. "…you."
This time, he pulled Robin in for a deep kiss. When he pulled back, she giggled.
"I love you too," said Robin.
"Hmm?" Frederick was already falling asleep again.
"I love you too," she said louder. She laid her head down and buried her face into his neck. He stroked her hair. Robin pressed her lips against his jaw. "I'm glad that's over."
"Same," he said. "Go to sleep, love."
"Can you promise me something?" she asked, settling back beside him.
"Yes?" He waited for her request.
"Can you stay in bed with me tomorrow? You were gone when I woke up the first time I spent the night with you. Your newspapers and stocks can wait," she said.
"As you wish, milady." Frederick pulled Robin in close to him.
"This is starting to become a habit," she whispered. "This whole staying over each other's place for the night."
"Two times is hardly a habit, love," murmured Frederick. "Do you want me to go home?"
"No," said Robin quickly. Frederick chuckled. "Are you sure you don't want to watch one more cat video with me?"
Frederick sighed. "Will you go to bed after that?"
"Yeah," said Robin.
"Okay, fine," said Frederick. He reached over for her phone and handed it back to her.
"Actually, how about baby giraffes?" Robin tapped on her screen and typed something in. "They're my favorite animal because they're so awkward and dorky. Like how in the world did evolution come up with the giraffe? It simply amazes me."
Frederick chuckled. "I see."
"I also love sloths," said Robin.
"Why?" asked Frederick.
"Because I envy them for being able to literally just hang out for their entire lives," said Robin. "Just chilling on a tree."
Frederick woke up first and as promised he stayed in bed. Well, he came back to bed after running to his car. Robin was still fast asleep and wrapped a possessive arm around his waist and tangled her legs into his upon his return. He traced the curves of her body with his hand. She was so delicate and soft. He wanted to keep her safe, even if he knew she could take care of herself. He wanted to make her happy.
She moaned in her sleep. "Teddy Freddy bear," she said without opening her eyes.
"Yes?" A smile spread on his face.
"If you keep touching me like that, you're never going to leave this room today," she said. He chuckled, but didn't withdraw his hand. She slowly opened her eyes. "Sleep in with me, bae."
"I have to go back to work today," said Frederick.
"Eugh, why?" Robin whined into his chest. "My thighs are sore from yesterday and my ankle still hurts."
"I've had to mentor Chrom, so I'm behind on my own responsibilities," said Frederick. "Do you need to see a doctor?"
Robin blushed and shook her head, and then she sighed. "Okay," she murmured in defeat. "You probably want to change. I can get out of bed and we can head back to work. I'll keep you company," said Robin. "I'll pack us something to eat while you visit home."
"You don't have to come," said Frederick.
"I didn't get to spend time with you last weekend because we were bickering," said Robin, sitting up and covering her chest with the blanket.
He sat up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He rested his chin against her shoulder. "The flowers were still on the kitchen table."
Robin stiffened and bit her lip. Then, she closed her eyes and scrunched her face. "Frederick, I completely forgot. Completely honest, I forgot. I've been distracted all week."
"Don't worry about it. I replaced them. I meant to come see yesterday anyway and ordered a bouquet of fall flowers. I left them in the car yesterday night." He kissed her on the cheek.
"You're not mad?" she asked.
"No," he said softly.
"Do you want to know what happened between us?" asked Robin in a quiet voice.
Frederick pursed his lips when he heard the question. He knew exactly who 'us' was—Chrom and her. Of course, he wanted to know.
"Just say the word," said Robin with difficulty. "I can tell you."
Author's Notes: :I I struggled SO much with the smut. When I originally wrote it, I thought, 'OMG, this is hot AF and it's turning me on.' Then fast forward to later where I sat in embarrassment trying to edit the scene. So...I'm going to go hide now, because I dirtied the internet once more by adding more smut online. *shift eyes*
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