Robbie holds onto her, keeping her as close as possible. His body is warm, hot even, from the moment and from- well, from being a dragon. Being this close to anyone, to her, it made his heart beat a little faster. It made him excited, and anxious to touch her everywhere- to kiss her everywhere he possibly could reach. It made his stomach do a little flip and he started kissing her harder, deeper and more passionately. Anything to feel her, and breathe her in. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this way, about anyone. He never thought that he’d ever get this- this caring person, someone he knew he’d love no matter what, and for as long as he was alive. She’d be the only one who could make him feel such things. And Robbie was perfectly fine with that, because as far as he was concerned, Peyton was everything. She was perfect.
As she rolls her hips down, he lets out a small groan against her lips, smirking. “Mm, I don’t think so,” he said in a teasing tone, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side, moving as she kissed along his cheek and gasped a little when she nipped at his ear. Her tone and her breath against his ear made him shiver, and he could feel himself get harder in his jeans. Instead of answering her, he flipped their positions easily, laying her down underneath him as he hovered over her. ”I’m gonna take care of you,” was all he replied with as he brushed her hair away from her neck, kissing there softly before trailing his kisses down her body slowly. Robbie pulled away and licked his lips, biting his bottom lip as his hands caressed over her body. He smirked and tugged at her shirt gently, before ripping it from her like she had said he could. “Mmm, that’s much better,” he whispered and grabbed her breasts gently over her bra, leaning down to kiss her lips.
She can feel how warm Robbie is and part of her just wants to get as close as she can to him and cuddle but the other part of her just wants him to get inside her and have his way with her the way that they have before. And it’s like she can feel what he’s feeling though she can’t pinpoint anything. The way he smiles against her lips is enough proof for her to know that he’s happy being here with her and that means so much to her. It’s a special feeling and it’s one that she’s never felt before until now.
When Robbie flips her over, she stares up at him and grins, nodding obediently. This time it’s her turn to move her head to the side, whimpering quietly when he trails kisses down her body. Peyton arches into his hands as he feels all over her, closing her eyes momentarily just to feel him before she opens them and looks up into his blue eyes. She’s about to ask what he’s smirking about when her shirt is ripped open. “I would hope that you like it more when I’m closer to being naked, baby.” She bites her lip and arches up again into his hands then moves her hands down to her shorts. Peyton makes quick work of unbuckling her belt and getting the zipper down with the button undone. One of her hands move up to his neck and she pulls him down so she can kiss him roughly. “I need you, Robbie,” she says against his lips then pulls back to look up at him. “Don’t make me beg.”
If not, I can help. I have room in my truck.
You’re perfect, baby. I think I got it all though. Can you help me unpack?
Now I just need to get it to my new place…hm. One car trip should do it. Hopefully.
Robbie couldn’t wrap his head around this all. It was so much in one night, and he was overwhelmed and it felt so good, if he was honest. He felt better that he told her everything, and that he wanted her to stay, and even that he wantes her to be his girlfriend. He wanted it all, but he knew how to be patient. Robbie couldn’t stop smiling against her lips, just so happy in this moment and it made his body even warmer than before.
He grinned as she moaned, loving the way his body tingled from her lips, and the way she straddled his waist. God, he just couldn’t believe she was really his. She was really his. The thought only made him smile wider, and felt a wave of confidence wash over him, but that faltered a little when he felt her thumb trace over the scar over his heart. A growl roared within him but it was gentle and affectionate. “Get carried away,” he said in a hoarse tone, his fingers curling a bit in her shirt at her waist. “I want this,” he added, and leaned up so he was in a sitting position, with her still in his lap. Robbie kissed her again, nipping lovingly at her bottom lip, his hands on her thighs now.
Peyton absolutely loves it as he smiles against her lips. It makes her smile against his even more and she wonders if this will keep them from making out at the moment. The growl that comes out of Robbie makes her core throb a bit but she has to make sure that sex is what he wants right now. Robbie’s voice is hoarse and it makes her want to rip his belt off and just have her way with him. Her eyes drop down to his fingers in her shirt and she wants to tell him to just rip it off of her. “Good,” she mutters out when he sits up. They’re kissing again and Peyton rolls her hips down against him.
She smiles against his lips when he nips at her lip, loving the way it goes from being sexy to sweet and caring. Peyton pulls away and looks down into his eyes then brings her hands up to his cheeks. “Have I told you how much I love your lips and kissing you?” She drops her hands down to his belt and starts to unbuckle it quickly. Peyton kisses his lips then across his cheek until she gets to his ear. “Take me however you want, baby. I’m yours. You can even rip my shirt off if you want to.” She bites his earlobe then sucks on it gently but pulls away abruptly. “Or do you want me in charge?”
Robbie lays still, her fingers tracing a few of his scars. It’s different; this feeling he was getting. Like she cared so much more than he ever thought he could be cared for. When she tugged at his shirt, he lifted his arms and sat up a bit before laying back down. He wanted to close his eyes, but they were very much transfixed on the way her fingers moved so gently, so easily over his scars. He felt like he was a normal person, laying with his girlfriend while she traced a scar he’d gotten during football or something silly. She could never make it feel like he was a creature, who was tortured in captivity so long ago. Finally, he let out a shaky breath as her fingers found the scar over his heart, and he let his eyes close. He wasn’t sure what it was, but her touch right in that spot made his body warm up incredibly. He figured it may have something to do with her being his mate, but now wasn’t a time for that.
Robbie’s hands found her waist, and he smiled as she layed down against him, only for his hands to smooth over her back. “No, thank you, sweetheart. I’ve never been able to feel this way before,” he said and looked down at her, his index finger under her chin to pull her into a gentle kiss while his other hand brushed some hair away from her face. It was different. Something about this kiss, and something about how gentle their touches were. Robbie knew it was love, but he couldn’t help but be cautious. Instead of wracking his brain with these thoughts any further, he only deepened the kiss, smiling against her lips.
Peyton closes her eyes and smiles when his hands find her hips, melting against his body in a way that she hasn’t fit with anyone else. It’s almost scary how perfectly she fits against Robbie. She hums when he says thank you again, knowing they’d just end up in a ‘thank you’ battle if she said that he didn’t need to do that. Before she can ask what he means by his statement, his finger is underneath her chin and they’re kissing again. His kiss feels different than the gentle ones he gave her before. Maybe like something has changed for him but he did just tell her a lot of things that changed their relationship. Not in a bad way though. If anything, she feels closer to him than she could have ever imagined.
A small moan comes out when Robbie deepens the kiss. She hadn’t expected him to want to do anything besides lay here, but she figures if they’re going to celebrate her saying yes to moving in and being his girlfriend, well sex would be the best way to do it. It is very them, in a way. Peyton runs her tongue along his bottom lip after she feels him smile, feeling a little more confident in what they’re doing right now. She moves so that she’s straddling him then brings one hand up to rest on his cheek while her right hand moves down his chest. Her thumb brushes against the scar by his heart and it results in her smiling against his lips this time. After pecking his lips, she pulls away and looks down at him while trying to catch her breath. “Is this what you want? If it’s not then I better stop before I get carried away.”