MH2 The Summer Folk: The Hotness

[roll to seduce]

With two cameras pointed at them, and the Miller twins watching in excitement, barely dressed, as Velvet starts Robin's kissing practice.

@WickedCadrach @DreamsnThings @WritesNaughtyStories @Chiyako

[DreamsnThings]

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Robin stiffened bit, going still as her brain tried to process what was happening, misfiring at each gentle trace of Vel's fingertips on her bare skin. The soft curve of her butt tightened up and her chest suddenly felt like her ribs were suffocating her, too tight for her lungs. But in spite of all of this, Robin was aware of a warm blossoming in her body, like she'd just stepped into a hot bath and that warmth was spreading through every vein, from toe to fingertip. She felt suddenly like she might have to go to the bathroom, and reflexively gave a small, anxious laugh.

"V-velvet..." Robin stammered. Her face felt hot, and she awkwardly looked away from Velvet's eyes. She was so close, nearly nose to nose, and Robin felt hyperaware of every point of contact. From the brush of her T-shirt against Robin's bare skin, to the pressure of her breasts against the bandeau strip covering Robin's pebbling nipples. 

She smelled like honey and cypress, and in her dark hair, Robin felt she could detect a distant scent like the burning of applewood in a bonfire. Yes. That's what she smelled like—like a fire burning in far away darkness. 

The offer was terrifying in its implications. But she believed Velvet could sense things about her, just like her prescient comment earlier that seemed to come directly from Robin's past. She knew... without Robin telling her, she knew... Virgin. Scared. Inexperienced. And of course, Robin knew she was inexperienced. She'd never been with a boy. She only knew what she'd seen on TV. When she was still young, she and a girl from her Sunday school had talked about things like that, of course. They'd shared theories and their limited knowledge. When they grew bolder, having sleepovers as friends often did, they'd tried practicing kissing... just to see what it was like... to find out what the fuss was about. And when her father had walked in on them practicing, the storm that followed made certain she never did it again. In fact, she'd never seen that girl again... her family stopped coming to their church shortly after that—after all, her father was a deacon, and the deacon helped to protect the flock. 

Robin's lips drew tight, her nerves making her breath come short and shallow. She glanced anxiously past Velvet to Samantha and Lizzie, seeing them watch with unmasked interest. 

Practice. That's all Velvet was offering, right? Just like the kissing practice she'd done years before—though this time, perhaps it would be practice put to use. But just a warm up. But for what? For Derek? To feel his hand on her bare butt... to feel his lips on hers... Robin knew it would not feel the same, instinctively, she just knew it. Kissing a girl like Velvet wouldn't be like kissing a man like Derek Evans... though, it might be close to the experience of kissing Dylan.

Her heart was racing. Time felt stretched, and Robin knew she was taking too long to answer. But if things did go well... if she and Derek—or Dylan—ended up alone... did she want to arrive there with 'no idea' what to do? What to expect?

"Ok..." Robin said in a small voice. Her eyes closing, her lips parting slightly. "I... Please... teach me what to do."

Time was short. They had to be at the party soon, and Robin still needed her makeup done. But right then, her world shrank to the slim space between her and Velvet. She knew Samantha and Lizzie were watching, and she knew they had cameras in the room... but Robin had no space in her heart or mind to consider whether or not those cameras were recording, or how far Velvet would take this 'kissing practice'.

Velvet was... feeling like she just caught a cute little animal, watching robin as she seemed to panic like a small creature learning to stand for the first time. a little warm smile lighting up velvets lip as she listened to robin stammer, leaning in closer "yes robin?" her lips barely an inch from robins as she was waiting for the poor thing to make a choice. she was aware of everywhere her body was pressed against robins, taking slightly bigger breaths to let her chest move just a little bit more against her, waiting for the little go ahead from the girl~

the inexperience was endearing to a fault, and she was absolutely basking in every moment the poor girl spent floundering for a decision. god damn she was being adorable~ she just wanted to... gah<3 given half a chance there would be half a dozen black lip imprints on this girl before she could get the k out in an "ok"

...and it seems that exact "ok" did not take too long to arrive~ but just as she was about to dive in... a faint glint of the the camera lense caught her eye. she blinked, deciding to be a little more considerate.. gingerly pulling robin close, velvets hand lightly cupping at her hip as she... repositioned the little kiss, guiding robin to be sitting on her lap rather than sit next to one another... this had the little side effect of making it hard for either camera to really get a good angle of the action, or atleast a clear view of the girls face.

words sweet as honey left velvets lips as she leaned in just a little closer, her breath dangerously close as their lips faintly brushed as she spoke "I want you to imagine me... as whoever you want me to be... be it someone else... or otherwise... whatever makes you happy hun, i want you to feel comfortable..." a hand lightly trailed through robins hair "I want you to feel happy" a hand lightly caressed her hip, slowly trailing down "I want you to feel sexy, hot, and most of all..." with the word sexy she lightly tugged at the girls hair, letting her fingers get further tangled, with the word hot the hand on her hip palmed her theigh, and with the that last word... the one she had yet to let slip, she leaned in close, lips half locked as she was actively half in a kiss... "I want you to know your wanted~" and with that she leaned in that extra half of a half of a fraction of an inch, firmly letting her lips press to hers, but she was not simply giving her cute doe eyed dear a peck. the faint flick of a tongue slipped out of her mouth as she did what felt natural, letting her lips and tongue move and mesh with robins in however she seemed comfortable, letting her own touch and caresses encourage robin to explore, to touch, to want, and to feel~...

the faintest wisp of shadow slipping from velvets lips as it silently slid down robins throat~ the smallest of nothings hidden away from the lenses that watched the two of them<3

[WickedCadrach]

Robin's heart was in a tumble, galloping in her chest, but her arms and legs only moved in fitful half-motions. Unsure where to put her hands, unsure where to turn her head, she felt half a mannequin being posed by Velvet's gentle guidance. She felt herself being settled onto Velvet's lap, sitting in a pose that she'd seen in movies before—though with her inexperience she felt more like a nervous child sitting in Santa Claus's lap at the mall. 

Velvet was swift to dispel the feeling though. Her skin was beginning to pink as Velvet instructed her to imagine whoever she liked—though Robin's brain was too on fire to picture anyone for several seconds. 

Her lips, as dark as a midnight pool, were tracing Robin's skin, her breath exciting the small nerves of Robin's face. The pull of Velvet's hands on Robin's slender hip, a space unused to bareness and alive with the electric sensation of being touched somewhere for the first time. Not that she'd never had a hand on her hip or thigh, but it was always through clothing—always the familial touch or a friend getting her attention—never like this. And as Velvet's dark fingernails wove their way into her hair, Robin began to feel bits of her braid slowly... thread by thread... beginning to unbind themselves. 

Robin closed her eyes. The room disappearing, she tried to picture Derek in that soft touch. But it didn't seem right, and the more she tried to imagine it, the fuzzier the image became... dissolving away until Dylan's dark, cryptic expression focused in her mind's eye. She imagined him closing his eyes just like she was. And feeling Velvet's lips on hers, she imagined his soft, almost feminine lips caressing her. 

The pressure of that kiss came harder than she expected, harder than she had ever practiced with her friend back home, during their midnight sleepovers. And as Velvet's tongue slipped between her lips, Robin couldn't help but let out a small, quavering moan, high in her throat. 

She felt—different—alive in a way she hadn't before. She felt her breath coming faster through her nose at the wet contact, envisioning Dylan in the dark behind her eyes, and Velvet's kiss seemed to melt the tension in her neck and shoulders. Her stomach fluttered... Was it supposed to feel like this? It was just practice. Why did it feel like she really was kissing a boy she liked? She was kissing Velvet—and the room was warm—so why were her nipples beginning to peak? Why did it feel like she needed to use the bathroom—her thighs pressing together against the soft warmth blossoming deep inside her core.

Robin pulled back, a small gasp escaping as her pale eyes rapidly blinked and looked away in embarrassment. "I'm sorry! S-sorry," she said faintly, biting her lip and pulling her shoulders together as she ran her hands over her forearms, tugging the micro-jacket's white sleeves. "That was–I mean–I di-didn't expect... um..." 

With a gulp, Robin became acutely aware of Samantha and Lizzie watching them, the embarrassment making her face flush even more. "Maybe I'm not ready for that... with a boy, I mean. That was... oh my gosh... that was intense." 

Glancing to the fashionistas once more, Robin lowered her voice, in a bare whisper to Velvet. "I think we should get going. The, um, the party is already starting." Though, in the moment, the words sounded more like: rescue me, please?

[DreamsnThings]

There was a lot that velvet could focus on right here... the way robin seemed unsure what to do with her arms... the way she sat almost like she was bothexcited and nervous for this to happen... faintly getting a wisp of... a fat man with a white beard?... and a lot of red? Sometimes the residual thoughts made sense... but the hell was robin thinking for THAT to be in her head right now... the last tendrils of the glimpse she had of robins thoughts drifting off as the grandfather... called her a ho three times? Family issues I guess...

Right as an image was starting to form the dregs of "his" power fades as she caught the briefest of glimpses of... a... man...? Maybe?... the hell is this- ah wait, dilyn.. dillin? Dylan? Dellen? Dang what was his name again... not important right now.

Right now she had a cute little birdy chirping q lovely little tune~ feeling a little frisky velvet broke the kiss for just a moment, lightly pulling robins head back by her hair to quickly kiss at her collar bone, a little nibble, a little lick, a little kiss... only lasting a few moments... not wanting too loose the momentum they where building... especially when she went back for that kiss and noticed the two stiff tips peaking on robins chest~ pressing hard against velvets own heavy breasts... mr ascars liked his honey trap to be... tempting... sporting large D cups that bordered on double D... with nipples that stiffened up to the size of gumballs when... "encouraged" ...  and robin might notice a couple peaking out from the white T shirt... vel was going to have to reapply that tape later... worth it~

But then robin pulled back, looking like a puppy who got caught getting into the treat bag. Which was both incredibly adorable... and a little sad... her words, gentle and reassurance,  where whispered as velvet leaned in to kiss her cheek, the whispers husky... and incredibly horny... "its ok robi, this was a way to test the waters right? This was natural, you need to get used to this... and more... so when an important moment happens for you... you can enjoy it as naturally as you can-<3 the point now is to get the uncomfortableness done and gone... so you can enjoy the sensations... that said... your right that we need to get going, so dont forget to wrap your legs tight<3 hold on lil birdy"

with that velvet hooked one hand under velvets ass well th other let go of her hair in favor of supporting her back.. there was a moment of hesitation as velvet slowly stood up, bringing robin up with her in the process... her surprisingly strong arms visibly flexing with toned muscle as she got robin a good foot or two higher than she was used to, leaning in for another little kiss on the neck "cant let you get too comfy though ~ guys... really like to give us a little "lift" during a party... gives them an excuse to touch our asses and put their faces by our breasts... better to get used to that now than during the party... where you might hug his head for balance and... suddenly he is eye level with your chest... practice your balance hun, trust me." A little laugh left her lips as she started making her way out of the house to her car...

[WickedCadrach]

Robin's eyes flared open and she let out a little squeak of surprise as she was lifted in Velvet's shockingly strong grip, her hands scrambling for support on the other girl's shoulders. Even as she was given the warning, her arms wrapped around her gothic guide's head for balance, the ring of her bandeau top brushing Velvet's cheek before she was resettled low enough for Velvet's dark lips to kiss her blushing throat. 

"Oh, r-right," Robin said, "I guess that makes sense." She didn't quite see why a guy would randomly pick her up at a pool party—even as Velvet gave the explanation that college boys would use the excuse to touch her butt and put their faces to her chest, it all seemed so brazen and hedonistic that it felt more like a lie to prank the 'new girl' than something that could actually happen to her. 

At Velvet's behest, Robin's slim legs curled around her hips. The bikini, which had seemed small to begin with, now felt like it was losing its tenuous grip over her cheeks, making room for Velvet's palms, and the sensation of being held made her anxiety melt into a sort of nervous giddiness. It was playful and sensual all at once, and the small movements of Velvet's fingers—the dark nails tracing the pale flesh of her bottom—added to the kindling warmth that she felt low in her pelvis. 

"Oh, my god... Velvet... Can you imagine? Wh-what if Dy-What if Derek picks me up like this?" It was hard to imagined Dylan doing anything so brash and forward, but it had been her first thought. However, it wasn't this first thought that made her look away, the whites of her teeth showing as a smile broke out. It was the second thought, the one that told her Dylan seemed more the sort to ask her to walk with him under starlight... to lie down in the grass or in the white sands of the shore...

Trying to follow Velvet's direction, Robin leaned back, her hands held behind Velvet's neck, and she pressed her waist tight to Velvet's stomach, holding on with her knees. But as she was carried, every step the curvier girl took rubbed against the front of her bikini. Even the small, incidental contact felt indecent and Robin fidgeted as her ingrained nature pleaded with her to let go and step down. But that Robin wasn't in charge right now. No, the new Robin, the one Velvet had given permission to exist, was giving the orders—and that Robin told her to hook her ankles at the small of Velvet's back, holding tight in spite of that soft pressure against her sex—no, because of it. 

Her dark braid bounced over her shoulder as Robin leaned forward again, her fingers feeling the bare line of Velvet's back as they traced over her white t-shirt. Velvet was showing her so much, but Robin felt as if she was still simply standing outside the door looking in. And she wouldn't ever be in—not unless she took that first step.

Hesitantly, barely moving at all. Robin's lips hovered over Velvet's neck, below her ear. They brushed the skin, still and unmoving as her nervous breath ghosted over the smooth, sweet smelling surface. Then, closing her eyes, Robin pressed her lips forward. Slow and unsteady, she began to move them in a tentative pulling motion... then pushing... exploring what it meant to actively move her lips against another person—to give attention and not simply receive it.

The walk to Velvet's car was not as long as Robin would have thought and as they reached it, she slipped down from the other girl's grip feeling the sort of vibration that usually only ran through her body when she'd had entirely too much coffee. 

"Wow, that was..." But she didn't have the words. Instead, gripping her elbow, Robin squirmed where she stood, her heel kicking out as one leg twisted on the ball of her foot. "I-Is there something you do–or–or say to, um, to get a guy to pick you up? Like that?"

Edited April 15 by WickedCadrach
added final line

[DreamsnThings]

there was a lot to enjoy about robins reaction to being lifted... the way she braced her arms on and around velvets head got a happy little laugh from velvet... one that was muffled by the face full of Christian cleavage which was the other part she rather enjoyed about robins reaction! and the uncertain little stutter as robin seemed to not fully get why a guy would want to pick her up

all n all, she was being an adorable little virgin who had no clue how to handle herself when things got mildly hot and heavy~

as velvet walked she slowly slid robin to be slightly off to one side as she carried her... both to see where she was walking, but also to throw a little extra hip sway into her walk... leading to a consistent, firm grind of her own pelvic bones wide hip to press and rub against robins cooch... being careful to hide how intentional this little walk was~

this was going to be fun~

"well robi, if dy- oh I mean derek picks you up, and you want him to, that would be absolutely wonderful! but remember girl, set boundaries... with most guys, especially guys like derek, if you let him get away with one thing he is going to try another ten.. Especially with guys like derek." she repeated herself twice trying to drive the point home. "to be a little blunt and a lot of crass... most guys are going to see you as little more than a fine piece of ass they want to get into bed sooner rather than later... and that time in bed is going to be for a lot more than holding hands. now if your fine with that? you go girl~ but promise me you wont... do anything you regret... ok? try and avoid impulsively saying yes, even to someone you trust or to someone you trusts friends.. or family"

velvet was getting a little into... questionable territory, but no one was listening right now.

"now with that all done and said... be careful whos neck you decide to get a little nibble on~ well I offered you practice, and im happy for it to be just practice... I am personally Bisexual and honestly have had a mild crush on you since you helped me out a while back." velvet was... being a little blunt right now, fully expecting to spook the little Christian girl with the sudden.. honesty. but she realized a tad late that she may have chosen a poor time to be blunt as robin seemed a little preoccupied giving her a hickie.

which was great in its own right.

"anyways..." setting robin down "the best way to get someone to pick you up? is to walk up to them, and ask them to pick you up! unless your talking about the whole "pick up" pick up, as in getting them to flirt with you, that can happen by flirting with them first... also, what do you think of my jeep?"

It was around then that robin might have noticed the bright floral pink jeep that sat on the curb of the twins house, at a glance it would have made more sense to belong to one of the twins until you saw the spare tires cover, emblazened with the same skull character that cropped up on almost every outfit robin had seen velvet in tonight. a handful of rubber ducks lining the dash, a complete departure from what she probably expected the gothic girl to drive

[WickedCadrach]

Robin found it easy to give small, reflexive sounds of agreement to Velvet's warnings about boys who would always want more. While her mother had never been that 'blunt' about what it meant, she was well acquainted with the subtext of Little Red Riding Hood. Robin was also aware that her father's sharp attention to her clothing and hair growing up was not simply from an over-exuberant sense of Christian modesty, and her sense of men had been—for better or worse—been filtered by her father's assessment that they were, to the extreme, incapable of restraining their baser instincts. 

In the moment, a quiet part of Robin noted her own lack of restraint for her 'baser instincts' as she planted another kiss on Velvet's soft neck, feeling the pulse of the other girl's artery as she did. It was true that she had permission here... this was 'practice' after all... just girlfriends helping each other out. But that small part of Robin still wondered if perhaps this, this desire to press, to kiss, to taste and smell... if this was what it was like to be a boy. If she were a boy, would Velvet still be reacting the same way? Would she be hot like Robin felt, unraveling in her skin and feeling that warm, melting feeling deep, deep inside?

If this was the natural state of a man, a state that was birthright to them and forbidden fruit to her, then there truly was no justice in nature. But that wasn't what Velvet had said. No, Velvet had expected this, told her it was natural and encouraged her that she ought to feel sexy and hot and—

These were the thoughts that abruptly came to a halt as Velvet said something Robin hadn't expected. 

"What?" Robin said, blinking as she stepped back far enough to meet Velvet's eyes, looking between them in confusion. 

But she didn't really need it repeated. She had heard what Velvet said: I am bisexual. Honestly, I have had a mild crush on you. 

Velvet was gay. A lesbian. Robin forced her eyes closed a moment as misappropriated vocabulary engraved in her mind by rote repetition from a pulpit and youth group folding chairs fought with the snippets of more progressive terms stolen from dramas streamed on her laptop in secret. Bi. Two. Velvet liked boys and girls. 

As Robin's mind scrambled for a handhold in a situation that had gone from strange to truly alien, the appearance of the pink jeep only seemed to complement the surreal feeling that had settled on her. 

"Wait... You like me? You have a crush on... me?" Some of the residue of her church upbringing tried to tell her things like this didn't happen. It wasn't real. Velvet was just playing a prank—taking a roundabout route to masturbation via a lie to Robin about feelings that—

No! Robin didn't believe that. As she stood facing the goth girl, her heart drumming in her chest, she didn't believe for one second that Velvet was lying or manipulating her.

The beautiful woman wearing grinning skulls on her clothing had only helped her... She'd listened to Robin, walked her through her confusion... She'd drawn Robin to places she had never been before—places as beautiful and dangerous as her guide.

But was this really Robin? She'd spend nights twisting in her bedsheets, wondering what Dylan's arms would feel like around her. She wondered what Derek's lips tasted like more than once, and his invitation to the party felt like a gift from God... a sign she was supposed to take. 

So why did she want to kiss Velvet's black, midnight lips so badly? Why did she want to feel her fingers on her bare skin again?

The turmoil was coiling in her stomach tighter and tighter; she could feel it wringing the blood from her, making her fingers cold as she fidgeted beside the jeep.

"I... I don't know what to say..." Robin said quietly, looking off into the night with a distraught look on her face. "I just–I thought we were practicing, Velvet." The summer air ghosted over her bare legs like the phantoms of dead fires, and Robin found herself edging anxiously toward the car. "Wh-what do you want me to say to that? Now that I know it was real for you..." 

She didn't finish, but in her mind, Robin silently added, How do I know if it was real for me? 

Spoiler

//Robin's on the edge here. Like we talked about in discussion, a String will be enough to sway her//

 

[DreamsnThings]

velvet looked a little like a deer caught in the headlights as robin seemed to... process the little reveal... less then easily... velvet had to look away as the flush on her face was... rapidly deepening... which was certainly the first time robin had seen velvet blush. a little clearing of her throat later velvet went on "d-dont get me wrong, I do honestly want you to get with the guy of your dreams, be that Derek or Dylan, your about as subtle as a fog horn by the by, but I just meant to let you know that I... honestly believe your cute... your sexy... and well your just damn hot." velvet paused, her eyes wide as she was quickly realizing she was loosing a little bit of her own calm, relaxed, laissez faire persona

Eyes closed
deep breath
in
out

she opened her eyes, looking at robin, a beat or two more serious than she had been prior that night.. clearing her throat she went on "robin... I like people, because I like the person that they are... its not about whats... below their belt, its about who they are. as far as that goes its the people who lock themselves out of the other half of wonderful people who I think are the real pervs in a way.." a little half hearted laugh left velvets lips as she went on "again, not saying you have to take this seriously, not saying you need to treat me as... dangerous or intimidating just because I frankly consider you attractive, both romantically and sexually."

something of a wistful, but slightly hurt smile danced on velvets lips "I meant what I said, just treat the kiss as practice, Im not mentioning this trying to guilt trip you into... well anything. I just know what its like to have self doubt on my looks, and figured you would like to know that there is at least one person... one girl... who can confidently say your going to be the most beautiful girl at that party. Im happy simply being your friend, ever since you helped me slip away from my... father awhile back i have kept an eye out for you... your genuinely a good person, with cute reactions to the little things, with a sweet laugh that goes nicely with the sounds of the waves... I dont know..."

velvet let out a little laugh before taking a few big steps in front of her car, before leaning back resting her elbows on the hood with a big, slightly sad looking smile "I get that your not interested, frankly? I just figured it was better to give you the confidence boost you deserve knowing that you can make a goth girl like me squirm with a little lust... and once I know your not interested in me that way? the sooner I can move on and simply be a friend of an awesome little Christian cutie, even if the rejection is going to sting for a bit."

"so I guess the answer to your question is... that kiss, the hug, and anything else you want to let me do... or do to me... is as real as you want it to be..?" velvet looked away as she said that, peaking back with a faint hint of nerves on her expression and posture, her eyes hopeful, wanting, but braced as if she already knew the answer, and didn't like it, but was ready to take it in stride...

velvet had a job to do... but these last few minutes? not a single lie left her lips.

Spoiler

I would like to use a string to tempt robin with an exp to not hurt my black frosted cinnamon roles feelings XD

 

Edited Wednesday at 11:06 PM by DreamsnThings

[WickedCadrach]

A long moment hung between them as summer air rustled the grass and a sea bird screamed somewhere in the moonlit darkness. Small strands of Robin's dark braid, caressed free on the wind's gentle fingers, curled across her face before being tucked behind her ear in a shy, thoughtful motion. It felt as if the entire world was holding its breath and waiting for her answer to Velvet's confession.

The kind words and the quiet vulnerability in Velvet's expression as she spoke them made Robin's eyes narrow as she felt the hot threat of a sudden, silent tear that wanted to escape over her pale cheek. She had been in chapels and seen boys and girls alike with similar faces as they confessed their shameful secrets in 'come to Jesus' moments, surrendering themselves up to the forgiveness of their peers and the mercy of their God. It was a sight that never failed to stir her in the past... one that did not fail to stir her in its new form here...

There was something holy in what Velvet did, something brave and awe-inspiring in her honesty... in her surrender to whatever fate Robin handed back to her. 

But even as the thought crossed her mind, Robin's heart folded and one of those threatened tears broke free in a quick race across her cheek. Because what Velvet described as 'like', Robin saw as 'love', a purer, truer form of love that wasn't hindered or constrained by shape or form or what's 'below someone's belt' as Velvet put it. But it was also the sort of love that her church had told her in no uncertain terms was 'unholy', 'impure', 'abomination'... that it was a love that God hated. 

As a second tear spilled, something cracked inside Robin, something that Velvet had helped loosen in her all through this night. A hymn rose out of memory telling her that 'God is Love', but Robin rejected it, shunting the echo of the memory from her brain in a moment of mental violence that made her neck tense and her hands tremble. 

She surged forward, closing the space that she had made edging away from Velvet moments before. Her palms cupped the sad smile, framing those black lips that were darker than the new moon. Her lips pressed to Velvets, urgent if a little clumsy. Her fingers cold, the tear on her cheek met Velvet's and finished its journey on the edge of her soft jaw. And Robin once again smelled that scent like far off fires in the night mingled with honey, tasting echoes of the same as her lips parted and she invited Velvet's tongue to hers. 

And as she surrendered to the kiss, giving herself what she craved... giving Velvet what she wanted in the same moment, Robin's heart made room for a new hymn, no longer whispering that 'God is Love'. 

Now it sang softly, 'Love is God'.

And when their lips parted, Robin whispered. "You're not just practice. You are beautiful, and you are just as good a person–no, you're a better person than me."

[DreamsnThings]

one... two.. three... four... five..... second after second passed in quiet silence after velvet finished her impromptu confession, her face slowly turning from pale pink, to pink, to a deep pink, to mild red, to a full on cherry like hue. as she marinated in her own admission of affection she frankly had planned to ignore well taking care of what she had to do tonight.

But fuck... if robin was not the antithesis of what velvets "dark master" was... a simple, mortal, Christian girl who just wanted to worry about which boy she liked, school, and the occasional douch bag.... whom typically made for an easy target to guiltlessly remove from the town more recently... hell the only reason Derek hasn't met mr ascars was because robin was way too obvious that she saw... something in that jerk... and his name was not expressly on the list... which was why when velvet saw robins name... well that was all besides the point. back to robin, her cute habits, her sweet pure mindset, and her adorable naivety velvet felt like she only had this... one shot to say what she wanted to, to who she wanted to, before things got... complicated...

To velvets surprise, it... actually worked?

she did not think she would get this far, as velvets lips unexpectedly locked with robins.. the gothic girl seemed to freeze in her pose, nervous and a little panicked as she hesitantly wrapped the good Christian girl in a tender hug. robin.. has not really seen velvet like this before, more often than not she portrayed herself as calm and collected, vocalizing her own mindset to "do what makes you happy, even if it doesnt fit in a specific niche... maybe that was it, the reason she was popular, even at a surface level, is because she seemed to absolutely not care about fitting in, despite trying to make a connection everywhere... velvet just wanted people to embrace what made people unique... and part of what made velvet unique... was that she liked robin, so even though she knew she was going to get shot down by the hetero Christian cutie, she wanded to embrace it and get it out of the way...

so how did she end up with her own lips slowly, gingerly, meshing with robins.. this wasnt the same eager, exploring, teasing kiss from inside the twins room. this was hesitant, careful, nervous... almost like velvet was holding a baby bird rather than kissing her crush. her eyes wide, all of her confidence gone in a puff of smoke.. she was able to wantonly kiss her earlier because she knew where things were going, and despite her wants she knew it wouldnt go anywhere...

but velvet told robin that she liked her... loved her even.

and robin decided to kiss her.

this was real now.

suddenly it felt like robin was the one with more experience now, with velvet not seeming to know where to put her hands. not knowing what to do as all her prior experience seemed to fly out the window. as robin broke the kiss, a soft sad noise leaving velvet before robin spoke... her words sweet as honey as velvet looked like a deer caught in the headlights, a few beats passing as she seemed completely lost for words, finally collecting herself she chimed in "hun, no uhm... robin... I can honestly say that.... what I mean is... oh screw it" velvet used one hand to hide her own face, taking a few quick breaths as she tried to calm down, getting her thoughts out all in one breath "robin-you-are-really-really-cute-wonderful-awesome-sweet-and-really-really-great,-I... Really did not expect A positive response I was hopeful to even stay friends after that, if im being honest." a tired laugh left her lips, a little mascara running down her cheek as one of the tears that was hidden in the shadows of her... eyeshadow slipped free. velvet... had no idea what she was going to do now... and she could not be happier about it.

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Robin listened, her lips pinching together against the waves of emotion rocking between the two girls as her pale eyes glimmered in the starlight. Velvet's cool had collapsed, and now, in a state more vulnerable than she'd ever seen her, Robin heard the honest admission of how Velvet had expected this to fail... how she'd expected Robin to run away. And it broke her heart. 

Reaching up tenderly, Robin's thumb caressed the black tear trailing mascara down Velvet's cheek, stopping it and wiping it away and drying it with a little dab of white jacket sleeve, the dark makeup blossoming in a penny-sized stain on the cuff. 

In a whisper meant only for the other girl's ears, Robin said, "No matter what happens, I will always be your friend." And sliding her arms over Velvet's shoulders, Robin sank into an hug, pulling Velvet against her and squeezing, her fingers bunching the white T-shirt at the back before releasing it to rest her open palms against her instead. 

She lay in that hug long enough to feel the chill of the night breeze on her legs again—despite the summer heat, the wind off the sea always held a touch of the cold depths behind it. And as Robin hugged Velvet tightly, she began to rub the other girl's back. But it seemed as much as she held her and caressed her, she couldn't get the other girl warm. 

Robin didn't know what this meant or where it was going—not really. She knew that she'd been so terrified of being seen as a lesbian that she'd never stopped to consider whether she may actually be one. She knew she liked boys. She knew her feelings about Derek and the way she thought about Dylan while lying in her bed were real. But so was this. These feelings clinging to Velvet, feeling her softness and kindness... feeling the expression of the other girl's affection against her skin... this was all real too. 

Didn't she owe it to Velvet to at least... see...? It wasn't like she was actually with anyone else... not right now. The God she had believed in loved the world... didn't she at least have enough love to spare for Velvet?

It was confusing, but Robin decided in that moment, no matter how confusing it was, she wasn't going to run from her friend. She wouldn't hide or turn her back on Velvet. Not for anything. 

Slowly releasing the hug, Robin smiled and pushed a bit of Velvet's dark hair out from her eyes, admiring the way the purple dye caught the moonlight. "Do you... still feel like going to the party?" Robin asked shyly. "I-if you wanted to... maybe talk...? Maybe talk a little more, I'd be ok with that. We can be a little late. But I think we should get out of Sam and Lizzie's driveway."