My sister inspired me to write this teenage one shot, so this is practically her doing :D I hope you like it!
It happens when his parents are gone for the night and they've got the house to themselves. Robin had insisted on cooking for her, nothing really fancy of course since his abilities stopped at a certain point, but it still had her smiling giddily when he served them pasta and grocery store ice cream.
After eating they opted for his room, having decided to watch a movie. Of course it was long forgotten after mere minutes, when they found themselves lip-locked with Regina having found her place in his lap rather than besides him.
His palms smooth over the thighs she'd placed on both sides of his, then and now pausing at her bottom to give it a small squeeze, before returning to the lazy strokes, while hers lay against his jaw, thumbs caressing it in a similar pattern.
When warm hands slide up to her hips, fumbling with the hem of her shirt, she places hers over his, moving them up a bit and giving him permission to undress her. Their kiss is broken when he slowly slides the t-shirt over her head and admires her smooth skin, hands now stroking her waist and back, his right settling on the clasp of her bra. They start kissing again, rough fingers fiddling around with the undergarment, before she giggles instructions to use both hands against his lips.
He manages to open it then, sliding the straps down her shoulders short after and sucking in a breath when the bra falls into his lap to reveal her breast. Eyes lock on hers, silently asking for permission she gladly gives with a small nod, biting her lip in anticipation. His palms settle on her chest, not moving at all, when he realizes he's got no plan what to do. At first the touch is enough for her, still getting used it and sighing when his skin warms hers, but it doesn't take long before she throws him a questioning gaze, eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
He panics and unwillingly squeezes on impulse, earning himself a displeased grunt from the brunette on top of him. So he tries again, thumbs finding her nipples and awkwardly fumbling with them, when she asks him in bewilderment "What are you doing?", only to be met with a helpless gaze from the teenage boy.
His hands move to lay on her thighs again, eyes looking down, ashamed when he admits "I…I don't what to do…" A light laugh escapes her throat and he starts chewing on his lip mumbling out an apology. She places a hand on his chin, prompting him to look at her and simply gives him a soft kiss to shut him up, before locking her gaze on his, assuring him "It's okay. I'll just show you what I like, if…if you show me as well. I'm just as nervous about this as you are, Robin." A hand rises into the small space between them when she asks "Deal?" and he pulls her closer, kissing her again and answering "Deal!"
Small fingers wrap around his wrist, guiding his palms back to their previous place, adjusting and squeezing them to show him what she likes, teaching him about the planes of her body.
It's still awkward when pants, boxers and lace have to be removed or the right angle has to be found, but they manage, bodies moving as one while hands are guided between them, mouths exploring the other as they find hidden spots, just them experiencing this together.
And when they wake in his bed the next morning and get lost in each other again, it's already far less clumsy.
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