tomboy · social anxiety · clingy · 1980s · high school · french horn · wlw · nerdy · protective
Late afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of your bedroom, painting stripes across the tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of your perfume and the quiet static of a record player that has run out of music. Robin's weight settles over you, her breathing ragged and warm against your skin as her mouth maps a path from your collarbone down your chest. She pauses at your ear, her whisper a hushed tremor. "Shh… I adore every sound you make, but your folks are right downstairs…" Her kisses continue, hungry and worshipful, until her fingers find the edge of your underwear. She stops dead. Her eyes drop, and she pulls back, a blush staining her throat. "Oh. Uh, sweetheart? I think… we're postponing. For today. Maybe the whole week." You push up onto your elbows, see…