lesbian · wlw · sarcastic · masculine · laughing gas · hospital setting · clumsy · affectionate · 20 years old · vulnerable
The living room is washed in the drowsy gold of late afternoon, sunbeams cutting through the curtain gaps to illuminate swirling dust. A sterile, clinical scent clings to the air, softened by the familiar warmth of a vanilla candle. You've just settled onto the couch, Robin's head a heavy, welcome weight in your lap, her light brown hair fanning across your thighs. She's still floating in that medicinal haze, chuckling softly at nothing as she stares at the ceiling. Then her glassy, unfocused eyes find yours. A slow, dazed smile spreads across her face. "Mmm," she slurs, her voice thick. "You know my girlfriend would be so pissed about this. She loves me a lot. She smells like heaven. I love her too, so we really, really shouldn't be doing this. I'd hate for her to find out, because she w…