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"When's the last time you've taken the bus?"
"It's…" Mandy looks around: the seats could definitely do with some cleaning and there's rowdy teenagers at the back causing commotion and in all honesty she hadn't remembered buses being this loud at all. "…Been a while."
Robert hums, his head turning just slightly as he feels Mandy's cheek rest up against his shoulder. He smiles and the warmth of the moment feels odd.
He should be processing the events of the day, should be thinking about his fists pounding down on Shroud's face, about the damages to the SDN building, about everything Invisigal had revealed to him in the locker room, should be feeling this heavy dread dripping from the cavity of his chest to his stomach. But… there is none — not when Mandy laces her fingers through his, thumb stroking gently against the back of his hand in a way that almost seems to melt away all the tightness in his chest.
He still thinks about all of those things, as the bus rattles on from stop to stop, about the reprocussions and the consequences, thinks about the clean-up, but rather than angsty concern, he can't help but feel like it will all be okay.
"Thank you," he says and he doesn't know if it's loud enough because Mandy remains silent. "For everything– I just– I don't think I could have done it without you."
"Robert." As she says his name, she picks her head up from where it'd been warming his shoulder, guiding his face towards her. "I would have done it all myself if you'd asked me to." And then she kisses him and he lets himself feel her lips against his and maybe it's embarrassing the way he chases after her when she pulls away but he doesn't care.
Until he hears aforementioned teenagers holler at them from the back of the bus.
—
Mandy's apartment is… significantly nicer than Robert's. It's not a shitty little studio like his and he really takes a moment to appreciate the walls seperating rooms of different purposes out and seeing a bedless (chairless in Robert's case) kitchen seems like quite the luxury.
The lights are warm, there's furniture, blankets draped over the sofa and shelves with books and little trinkets he'd have to ask her about later but he doesn't get much more time to observe her living space before she appears before him.
There's a certain look in her eyes as she trails her hand up his upper arm and he can feel embers flickering to life in his stomach as her other hand slowly but firmly grips his collar.
"Are you still on for our… plans?"
An amused smile grows across Robert's face. "What? Of making out?"
"Mm," Mandy hums. She leans closer and he can feel her breath fanning over his lips and she's just so close and then– It's hungry, the way she devours him; it's hot and heady and it makes him feel a little feverish as his back hits the wall and her hands are tangling in his hair. He swears he moans when her tongue swipes over his lips and he promises he's never done that before but he also doesn't think he's ever been kissed like this in his life.
She pulls him closer and it's almost like she wants to merge with him as she keeps tugging and pulling at him. And then she brushes against his lower half and he pulls away for the first time with a strangled yelp.
"Sorry–!" Mandy's eyes are wide — she swallows, the space between the tips of her ears to the base of her neck is flushed a deep red and her chest is heaving up and down and so is Robert's and it's only now that he realises that they're in their own space, alone, with no eyes and no witnesses and… fuck. "We don't have to–" she stammers out, hands lightly trembling from the force she'd been gripping onto him with. "We can just– we can just put a pin in this and go watch something or just sleep or if you want to go home, that's fine too. I know today's been a lot and I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything–"
"Mandy, come here-" It's almost a growl as he says it and he makes a mental note of the way her already dilated eyes seem to expand even further. His arm wraps around her waist and the other one comes up to cup her face and her hands are back to pulling him closer and they're back to kissing until all of the air has been pushed out of their lungs.
He doesn't know how long it's been, he doesn't really think he cares, but when she pulls away and doesn't dive back in, he takes a moment to recalibrate himself and looks into her gaze. Reassurance, comfort, want, lust, is what he sees and he's sure that she can see the exact same in him.
"My bedroom," she whispers and the drop in her voice and the way her hand tightens in his hair definitely makes his trousers just a tad tighter. This is happening, he thinks, this is happening right then and there and the thought of it almost makes him a little dizzy. Not dizzy enough to make picking her up in his arms and trudging further into her apartment an issue though.
"Yes, ma'am." She giggles at that, her arms around his neck as he stops for a moment and… "Where's your bedroom?" She points just to his right and he practically tumbles through the door as he struggles with the doorknob for just a second. He lays her down gently and he's about to just sit back and admire her for a bit but he doesn't get the chance to as she grabs him by the collar and pulls him down.
When she'd flown the two of them to the top of the billboard that first time and he'd maybe mistakingly misinterpreted her intentions and kissed her, he thought his chances ended there, that that was it and even though she'd brushed it off like a champ, there was no way he'd recover from that. He's very glad he'd been wrong.
Her hands find the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and it takes Robert a moment to register the movement before he pulls away for a second to chuck it over into the corner. Their heavy breathing fills the dark room and Mandy shuffles a little under him to reach over to her nightstand and turn on a lamp. Warm light is cast from under the lampshade and Robert's overjoyed at the opportunity to just… look at her. Her hair fans out behind her and her chest rises up and down with each breath and her face is covered in a lovely, soft red and she's looking at him like- he's absolutely everything and he doesn't know whether the commotion in his stomach is lust or admiration or both.
He watches as her eyes trail down his torso and shivers run up his spine as the tips of her fingers trail down from his chest to his belt.
"You were totally checking me out on my first day, weren't you?" Robert teases and her eyes slowly find his again.
A subtle smile grows on her face but he can tell she's too focused on him to do anything else. Her voice is out of breath as she speaks. "Can you blame me?"
He's kneeling between her legs and it's only when her fingers brush against the growing tent in his pants that he realises how turned on he's gotten. He swallows and Mandy seems to enjoy that as she fully palms him through his trousers. "Fuck– wait."
She stops, hand retreating as she looks up at him. "You okay?"
His hands come to the edge of her black top and she laughs as she props herself up enough to take it off. "I just think it's a bit unfair how I'm the only one stripping."
"Oh, do you?" Mandy teases, finally throwing the top off the bed as she remains braced up on her arms, tilting her head at him. "Is this any better?"
His eyes trail down her face to her chest and god damn. "You should give whoever fitted you that bra an extra 50 bucks next time."
Mandy snorts, pushing his face away as he leans down for a kiss. "You're so bad."
He takes her by the wrist, pinning it against the mattress as he begins nipping and kissing his way down her neck. Her laugh softens into a quiet sigh and he notes the way her hips shift and her breath quickens when his teeth grazes over a particular spot. Her hand threads through his hair once more and it's almost like she's pushing him down; he looks up at her through lidded eyes and all he sees as she looks down at him is desire.
"You're quite impatient, aren't you?" he murmurs.
"Are you complaining?" She holds herself up on her elbows as he kisses the top of her chest and he looks up at her again with a cocked eyebrow. "What?"
"Impatient," he repeats before hooking his arms around her back so that he can begin working on undoing her bra. It comes off without much struggle, which he'd expected a tease about, but Mandy seems to be preoccupied when he cups one of her tits in his hand. "Holy shit," he mutters under his breath and he can tell Mandy is about to say something but it just dwindles into a quiet moan as he takes the other breast into his mouth.
"Fuck," she huffs, back arching into his hand and mouth and her hand is gripped tightly against the back of his neck, pushing him against her. "I– Robert–"
She's not dignified with a response when his tongue swirls around her nipple and her body shudders as he sucks. It doesn't take much until she's trying to grind against whatever part of him her hips can find but he doesn't complain when her legs wrap around one of his thighs and she begins rocking against it.
He moves his mouth over to the other side and he takes the other wet nipple into his hand and pinches it gently. She curses under her breath and her hips stutter against his leg and her breathing is growing heavier and heavier by the second and she's starting to mewl and moan with every swipe of his tongue– and he realises.
She whines as he pulls away but the grinding of her hips never really stops and she takes it upon herself to play with the abandoned breast. "Mandy– are you about to come?"
Her head is thrown back and she screws her eyes shut and it's so clear that she's embarrassed by the whole situation and that she's trying to stop but it's really failing when she just keeps grinding and working her hips against him like this. "Can you– can you make obvious observations another time maybe?"
"Fuck," he groans and he just watches as she brings herself closer and closer to climax. "How long's it been–?"
"Too long," she growls and grabs him by the neck to pull him down for another kiss. She's biting at his lips and pushing her tongue into his mouth and eating him up like her life depends on it and he has not a singular complaint in his mind, especially not when one of her hands come to shakily try to unbuckle his belt. He helps her, with a laugh that quickly is smothered by another kiss, and she whimpers quietly again as he pulls away to properly discard of his trousers.
His hands settle on her thighs and this time he resists being pulled down for another kiss, opting to slowly fall to his knees on the floor instead; Mandy watches him with rapt eyes. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her shorts, 'May I?' and is met with an incredibly enthuastic nod. He pulls them down and the first thing he sees is the absolutely drenched fabric of her underwear. A teasing smile grows on his face as he watches her reaction but she doesn't say much before he grabs the top of her thighs and pulls her to the edge of the bed; she follows with a yelp. Bites and kisses are left down her legs, trailing down and down until he noses his face into the junction between her thigh and pelvis.
"Robert–" She lifts her hips up and with trembling hands, attempts to push her underwear down her legs. "Please."
He looks up at her, pulling the fabric the rest of the way down her legs. "Please what?"
"Just– goddamnit, I'm not–" she groans in frustration. "You're really testing my patience here."
"Aww," he coos mockingly — he gets a glare in response. "But I think you're enjoying it."
Her head falls back onto the bed and Robert takes just a moment to admire the rise and fall of her chest before spreading her open just slightly and licking a strip up from her entrance to her clit. She sighs, broken and full of relief as he flattens his tongue against her and slowly licks. Her hips rock, trying to get anything more she can and surprisingly enough for her, Robert complies. He wraps his lips around her clit and sucks and–
"Robert–!" Her hips jump off the bed and a strangled moan comes out of her as he doesn't relent. "Fu– fuck, I'm gonna– Rob– I'm–"
"Come for me," is what he's trying to say but he doesn't know how effectively that comes across when Mandy's thighs wrap around his head and squeeze. He's eating her out like a man starved and he can feel the wetness dripping down his face and down his neck but it does not matter because Mandy tastes so good and the way she's grinding against his face makes him wish it was another part of his body and fuck.
Her legs are shaking and one of her hands is in his hair and the other one is gripping onto the bedsheets with probably a similar strength to Blazer and her hips can't decide whether they want more or if they want to pull away. Robert knows that in his youth, women had probably faked orgasms around him from time to time but he knows that now, in this exact moment, Mandy is not faking anything. She comes with a choked moan and a gasp and a slight squeal as Robert keeps going.
Her hips twitch and he doesn't know whether she's pulling or pushing his face away so he decides to play it safe and retreat just slightly. Her chest is hacking up and down and it almost looks like she's had the soul sucked out of her and he thinks that the redness that's spread down to her chest suits her very well.
He crawls up, hand supporting him beside her face while he leans down to kiss her. It's softer this time, slower and less hungry but needy and warm nonetheless. He hopes that she doesn't mind the fact that the lower half of his face is absolutely drenched in her own fluids.
"How are you feeling?"
Mandy cracks her eyes open and the corners of her lips are pulled into a goofy smile as she leans up to give Robert a peck on the lips. "Couldn't be better. Where have you learnt to do that then?"
Robert raises an eyebrow at her, rearranging himself so that he's laying next to her on his side. "Want me to be honest with you?" He cups her face and his thumb strokes at her flushed cheek. "I think you just come–"
Mandy shakes her head, covering Robert's eyes as she looks the other way in embarrassment. "Don't finish that sentence–"
But Robert pushes back against her hand, grin spreading across his face. "I think you just come quick, like a female version of a one pump chump, you know? Like 5 second chump–"
"Stop it– stop it–" She can't help the laugh that bubbles out of her. "That's horrible, don't say that. It's just–"
"What, it's been a while?" Robert snickers. "Is that your excuse?"
"It has," she says defensively, "It's been like, at least three years."
Robert's brow furrows in surprise, "Really? You and Phenomaman couldn't figure out an alternative to his alien dick?"
Mandy's fingers trail along the scars across his chest as she sighs. "His definition of making love was just a… very tight hug–"
"Trust me," Robert murmurs, "I know."
"Ah," Mandy laughs. "You've been a victim too, then?"
"You bet'cha."
"Well, he was…" Mandy seems to be trying to find the right words, "I don't think he'd understand the concept of sexual pleasure, you know? Not in the way humans do anyway. Maybe his alien species had some sort of idea for it but if I'm being honest, I really just didn't want to risk it."
Robert hums and nods. "I can't fault you for that — what do you think it looks like? Like– tentacles?" He falls onto his back, mimicking the motion of them with his hands and he can't help but laugh as Mandy swats at him. "No, but imagine–"
The chortle that comes out of her definitely hadn't been purposely because it's accompanied with a snort and the covering of her mouth with her hand. "I don't want to imagine it, actually."
"Well…" He looks down at his own crotch, motioning vaugely at it, "At least this one's normal." He cocks his head to the side. "By most standards anyway."
Mandy's laughs smooth over into a quiet hum as she sets herself up on one of her elbows. The free hand settles on Robert's stomach before it slowly inches down to the waistband of his boxers. "Are you sure? You've not got some sort of monster in there, right?"
He looks up at her and the dialogue they're exchanging sure is weird for the situation at hand but he supposes that's part of her dork-ish charm. "Last time I checked…" Her hand is fully under the boxers and he honestly doesn't think he's ever been so hard in his life. "It's kind of the opposite of a monster…"
Robert watches the way Mandy bites her lip, eyes honed in on the outline of her hand and Robert's dick underneath the fabric of his briefs, and there's something about knowing that she wants him the same way he wants her that really gets him going.
"Maybe…" Her hand gently wraps around the length of his dick and all the air in his lungs leaves him. "I'll have to check, just… to be sure."
"Yeah." Robert swallows, sighing as she begins stroking up and down… up… and- "Shit."
"This okay?" Her voice is so soft and sweet and she's practically whispering in his ear as she strokes him and he has to tense just about every muscle in his body to not blow right this second.
"More– more than okay," he manages and his strain is apparently clear as he hears her laugh at him quietly.
"Can I–" Mandy cuts herself off and it's now that Robert forces his eyes open just a tad to look at her unsure expression. She's biting her lip again but this time it seems to be more out of worry than lust.
"Can you…?"
"Can I go down on you?"
Robert looks at her for a second before letting his head fall again and letting out a chuckle. "I would love that but… I think I'd actually come faster than you did and I'm unsure how long it'll take me to be ready again, so…"
"Oh yeah?" Mandy's voice has a little lilt to it. "Why do you need to be ready again?"
He props himself up from where he's laying down, toppling Mandy over so that she lays on her back as he hovers above her. "Why don't I just show you?" Her hand comes to rest on his shoulder, travelling up to cup his face before pulling him down.
He's back between her legs, the back of her thighs pressed against the front of his and it'd probably be so easy to just slip in like this but– "Shit–" He pulls away, looking down to where he's rubbing himself against her, "Do you have a condom?"
"Fuck," she curses under her breath, forearm coming to cover her eyes. "I was gonna buy some the other day, just in case but–"
"Just in case?" Robert laughs. "How long have you been thinking about this?"
Mandy's arm falls from her face and Robert can't help but think the pouty glare that she gives her is the most adorable thing in the world. "Have you not been thinking about this? Was this not like– inevitable in your mind?"
"Inevitable? What like, the end of the universe inevitable?" Robert really can't help himself. "Us having sex?"
"Stop it," Mandy slaps him lightly on the shoulder. "Back on topic, please. Do you not have one either?"
"Nope…"
There's a beat of silence, a moment of consideration before Mandy huffs. "Fuck it — I'm clean, are you?"
Robert looks up at her and shit, she looks so good like this underneath him and he thinks he'll jump off a 50 story building later if he doesn't go for it right now; they can deal with the potential consequences later, right? And plus, he trusts her and he knows he's not lying himself so what's the harm?
He nods. "Yeah– yeah, I am. Are you sure?"
Her hands travel up and down his back, down to his lower back where she pulls him closer. Her voice is a lot beathier and lower than it'd been a second ago. "Yeah– we can go get the– the morning after pill or something tomorrow."
An amused smile grows on Robert's lips as he slowly begins lining up the tip of his dick. "Or I can just pull out?" He expects her to be all embarrassed about it, lightly pushing him away or telling him to stop it but all she says is:
"Or maybe you could pick up what I'm putting down, Robert."
He swallows and he swears the wind is knocked out of him. Fuck. "Yeah, that– that works too." He presses against her clit, down and down until he catches on her entrance and with one last reassuring look, he pushes in. Mandy sighs, nails scratching lightly against his back as he pushes another inch in. He leans down, kisses pressed to her cheeks and her jaw and the corner of her lips before he settles at her ear. "This okay?"
He hears her swallow, hears the soft catch in her breath as he shifts. "Yeah," she breathes out. "Just… slowly."
"Yes, ma'am," he mutters before he kisses her. Her lips are soft and unhurried against his and he thinks it's a great distraction as he sinks in just a little further. He pulls out, watching the way Mandy bites down on her bottom lip, before pushing back in just a little more than he had been further. Mandy's hips shifts, pushing back on him and the way her chest rises and falls as she breathes is mesmerising.
Robert doesn't want to lean back, doesn't want to lose her hands on his back, doesn't want to lose her lips on his and so he stays down, propped up on one of his elbows as his other hand traces down her body before settling on her thigh.
Out, in, out, in–
"Fuck," Mandy moans, hands fisting against his back. "Yeah– keep– keep going."
He's fully in, thighs pressed against her ass and he swears if he begins moving it'll be over all too quickly. She's so warm and nice around him and he can feel the way she clenches down when he pulls out, like she's pulling him back in.
"Mandy," he groans and shit– she clenches down at that. "You feel so good." That earns him a quiet whimper. His pace is slow, consistent strokes and it's really taking it all to not come but he pushes through, thinks of Mandy around him and how good he wants to make her feel and how she deserves it and how there's no way he'd disappoint her like this–
"Robert– please," Mandy's voice is a whine and the sound causes Robert to buck into her. "Faster."
He does as he's told, of course he does, picking up his pace as he grunts with the effort. The hand on her thigh pushes it towards her chest, spreading her open even further and he's rewarded with a keening cry as he hilts even further in. Her other leg wraps around his hips, hooking around his waist as she pulls him in and keeps him there — the length of his strokes shorten but it doesn't seem like Mandy has any complaints as she moans with each thrust in.
"Mandy," he's practically moaning into her ear. "Mandy– you're– fuck, so good." He hears the way she swallows, feels the way nails scratch angry lines down his back and knows she must be getting close from the way she's grinding back against him.
The bed is shaking, thumping against the wall and he knows that if he was Mandy's neighbour right in this moment, he'd be pissed as fuck. But he's not, he's fucking the most beautiful woman he's ever laid his eyes upon and he'll help Mandy figure out a way to deal with her neighbour when the time comes to it. His hand slips from her thigh, planting itself next to her head as he continues to drive into her; her leg, now free, wraps itself around his waist like her other leg and she cries out as he fucks into her.
"I'm gonna– Rob–" His back stings from her nails but instead of minding it, it spurs him on. She's clenching around him, grinding against him and pulling him towards her like she's scared he'll leave but that is the last thing on his mind.
"Mandy," he absolutely loves the way she reacts to him saying her name. "Mandy– fuck, I'm so close."
"Just," her words catch with her breath with each thrust, "Just– keep going, I'm close."
He keeps going, keeps thrusting and fucking and whispering her name in her ear and pressing kisses all over her face and neck and jaw and– the way she clenches when she comes sends Robert over the edge as well. A small part of him in the very back of his head tells him that coming inside of Mandy the first time they have sex probably isn't the smartest decision he's ever made in his life but he's never particularly prided himself on his intellect so does it really matter?
She's throbbing around him, tight like she's pulling him in and pushing him out at the same time. All he can hear is a mix of their heavy breathing and they're both covered in a layer of sweat that shines in the dim light of her bedside lamp.
"Holy shit," he says with a quiet chuckle and he gets a small laugh in return. Her hands fall off of his back and her legs no longer hold that vice grip around his hips, hanging limply mid-air instead.
"Holy shit," she echoes. Hands roam from his shoulders to his face and she brings him down for a gentle kiss. When they part, he looks down at her and she looks back and those blue eyes of hers are so dilated he'd almost find it concerning but he's sure he's in the same state. There's a smile on her lips and she's stroking his cheek with her thumb and there's so much comfort and warmth radiating off of her that Robert almost melts.
"You alright?"
Mandy sighs, closing her eyes and nodding her head, "More than. Although, I'm really sensitive so if you could– pull out, that'd be– great."
Robert's eyes widen, "Shit, sorry– yeah." He pulls out slowly, watching as his cum eventually drips out of her and– "That's… kinda hot."
"Mhm," Mandy hums. When he looks up at her, her eyes are closed and her forearm is shielding her face from the light and it almost looks like she's about to… fall asleep.
"Mandy?" Her name leaves him with a laugh and he nudges her gently. She rouses from her very short nap and yawns.
"Sorry– I've never fallen asleep so quickly afterwards," she mumbles, "We need to shower."
"We do," Robert slips off of the bed and reaches over, hooking his arms underneath Mandy as he lifts her up. She follows with a yelp and her eyes are wide awake as he crosses the room towards her bathroom. "Really tired you out, huh?"
Mandy laughs, head falling against his shoulder, "You definitely put me through my paces."
"Well, you might want to get used to it."
—
The computer boots up with its signature sound and the SDN logo flashes briefly across the screen. Full-house today, he thinks as he looks at the roster and soon enough through the crackly static of his headphones, he can hear the team talking about what he can only assume to be another one of their stupid bets.
"Robert, I actually can't believe you– just after all of my stocks crashed as well, what the hell, man?" Sonar sounds annoyed, more so than usual when his favourite crypto-bro spews some incoherent bullshit.
Robert rubs at his forehead. "What are you even talking about, Sonar?"
"You got laid, Sonar and a bunch of the others lost a bet," Malevola explains, "Just how life goes."
"Sorry?" Robert sets down his coffee cup and he really wishes they could see the glare he's giving all of them right now. "I did not get laid, thank you and I also don't think that's any of your business if I did?"
"I've got a tip for you, Robert, more of a tip than you were giving last night," Invisigal cuts in, "If you move the bed away from the wall while you're fucking our manager then it doesn't thump against my wall when you're going at it."
"…What?"
"They're roommates, stupid ass bitch," Flambae cackles. "I don't know if you could tell 'cause I know you're missing a little up there–"
"Thank you, Flambae," Robert interrupts him with a sigh. "I gathered. And… I'm sorry, Visi. I will take your advice next time."
"Next time?" Invisigal laughs. "No– I'm changing the locks, she can go sleep with you on your little shitty futon."