AN: This one starts out with a bit of fluff and then turns a bit OOC but I think I can get away with it seeing as there is a good bit of ale drinking involved…
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That first chaste kiss led to a second and then a third followed in quick succession… and after that she lost count…
His lips felt so smooth and warm. This was all so new to her, so strange and unexpected. ….
"Relax...and open your mouth," he instructed running a thumb along her lower lip.
Shuddering against him, she yelped in surprise as his tongue sweep into her mouth.
She had always thought a kiss was just a simple peck on the lips or on the cheek—that's how her parents had done it anyway, but apparently there was more to it than that…
Overwhelmed, breathless and confused she fisted her hands in his tunic and clung to him for dear life as he deepened the kiss.
She willingly followed his lead as he lowered them into the hay.
"Your turn, my lady," he whispered, as he rolled them over and pulled her onto his chest.
There was an unspoken challenge in his eyes that she found it hard to she leaned forward, a silver cross on a chain round her neck swung forward, catching the faint moonlight spilling through holes in the roof. The cold metal brushed against his bare neck, slow and delicate, making him shiver beneath her.
He watched her face move closer until they were nose to then her gentle lips pressed against his, clumsy and hesitant at first, but as the girl grew bolder, so did the kiss. Limbs became tangled, hands intertwined, lips connected.
It felt good, too good…. Drawing on every bit of willpower he could muster, he broke the kiss and brushed her away.
It was sudden, it was abrupt but it was necessary.
Shocked and confused, the girl fought to regain her breath. "Did I do something wrong?," she asked,her heart galloping in her chest.
"No, you did everything right!" Robin shook his head, his body was aching.
She glanced up athim, but he avoided her gaze. "Then what? You're acting strange."
"I just...," he fumbled for words. "You're too young. We can't do this… I can't do this."
"Don't patronize me," she ground out, fury colouring her tone. "This was your idea. It was all your doing."
"Benedicta," he said cautiously as hefinally looked up and mether eyes.
"Don't call me that!"
"It's your name isn't it?!"
"NO... NO I'm NOT a child! Don't treat me like a child!!," she gritted through clenched teeth.
"I'm trying to treat you like a lady, but to hell with that! You do know the difference between the male and female anatomy, right?! How, I've got some parts that you don't possess and vice versa. "
Her face turned a bright shade in a matter of seconds. "I can't believe we're having this conversation!"
"Neither can I. What I'm trying to say is, you did EVERYTHING right. It gets very obvious when you know what to look for."
As to emphasise his point, he rolled onto his back, giving her a clear view of the growing bulge pressing against the front of his trousers. "I'm sure you've seen enough horses and cattle mating to know how it works."
"Oh," her eyes shot up to meet his in the briefest of glances then looked away just as quickly.
"Don't look at me like that! It's a perfectly normal male reaction to a female body," he muttered and shifted again to relieve some of the pressure that his pants made against his crotch.
"Can we maybe not talk about this right now, or ever again?"
"If you insist!"
"I insist."
"Fine…"
"Fine."
A brief silence settled between the two of them, embarrassed on her part, awkward on his.
Robin shifted again trying to get comfortable. The hayloft had seemed like a good idea but now the roof and the walls seemed to be closing in on him. No matter how much he fidgeted around in the hay he couldn't find a comfortable position.
He caught her sneaking glances at him. In return, he snuck glances at her. Her lips were red and swollen, her cheeks flushed. She was beautiful. When had she become so beautiful? This was ridiculous, he should be able to control himself but instead he could feel himself growing harder again with each passing minute.
"Does it hurt?"
Her question brought him out of his dangerous thoughts. "Well, yeah, a bit…, " he nodded feeling himself flush slightly at that admission. "It's more uncomfortable than anything else, but it goes away on its own, so no worries."
"I thought it only went away if you… uhm.... you know, touch it…"
"What?!" he choked, then shook his head and frowned "Who told you that?!"
"Someone with a dirty mind and a loose mouth," she giggled. "It's true though, isn't it?"
"Uhm… no… it goes away on its own eventually but... eh... yeah touching yourself usually takes care of it a lot faster," Robin answered truthfully, hoping the girl would drop the subject.
"If I weren't here, you'd be doing it right now, wouldn't you?"
"If you weren't here, I wouldn't be having this problem."
"Fair enough," she smirked.
"So what about you?," he said, returning her question. "Do you ever do it?"
"Do what?!"
"Touch yourself?"
"Don't be silly, I'm a girl… there is not much there for me to touch… there is no pleasure in it for a girl."
"Wanna bet?!" He gave her a sly smile.
"On what?"
He tried to do a movement to show her what he meant but the look on her face told him that she had no clue to what he was talking about at all.
"All it takes is one little finger to bring a girl to her knees! I can prove it, I've got an arsenal!," he said wiggling his fingers.
"You're lying!"
"No. I'm not."
"You so are!"
"There is only one way to find out."