Ruby watched Robin’s face at the mention of Raven. She took care of the dishes before heading after Tom. On her way out she gave each a quick hug. She whispered in Robin’s ear. “Check the nightstand drawer, Sweetie. Just in case anything comes up. And don’t worry about Raven. She’s more likely to be interested in you than any guy, even this keeper you found.”
Alone once more, neither of the two were quite prepared for bed. Not for sleep or for what else bed implied. Outside, the gibbous moon provided plenty of light to not trip over anything.
Jay’s hand found Robin’s as they strolled down to the creek. They listened to the burbling of the water over and around the rough dam. An owl screeched in the distance. She moved in front of him, leaning back against his chest. His arms slipped lightly, comfortably around her middle.
Jay almost felt guilty that he didn’t grow hard, with the girl of so many hopeless fantasies naked and near in his arms. The red-haired vision revealed to have a laser wit and marvelous mind. The beautiful girl who had sudsed his body, savoring every inch of him, before taking him in her mouth. The girl who had cried out her pleasure as her hips bucked uncontrolled over his lips and tongue.
The last thought did it. Robin moved back against him, almost a slow dance, when he began to swell. Her hand stroked over his forearm as it crossed her belly, fingers lightly massaging the muscles they found.
Soon, Robin’s hands urged his arms apart, she turned toward him and whispered, “I have to pee.”
She kissed his moonlit smile. Without words, they agreed to separate as both wandered nearer the creek. Jay could see her squatting near-silhouette, hear her sudden spray on the bare ground. He was not so hard that he couldn’t aim his own more discreet stream, ingrained propriety causing him to turn his back as his bladder began to empty.
They found a wooden chaise lounge, with soft, comfortable cushions covered in a muted batik, the colors difficult to discern in the moon’s blue-white light. Other than crickets singing their love song, they were no insects in the air. No mosquitos buzzed their ears. Perhaps Merlin’s home really did hold some magic.
Jay reclined on the lounge and Robin leaned against him, much like they had on the bale earlier. One arm draped over her shoulder now, cupping one heavy, full breast. One of the Boobies, no longer blue-footed, that had brought them together.
When his thumb began to stroke first around, then over a crinkling nipple, she turned half toward him, her knees drawn up between his wide-spread ones. With one hand on his firmer chest, she stretched up to kiss him. Soft lips, softer tongue.
The kiss deepened when her thumb followed his lead, felt his smaller nipple harden. Lower, he twitched against her thigh. His lips and breath communicated his groan to hers through subsonic vibration, bypassing sound.
They lingered here, touching and tasting. Robin shuddered when his thumb was joined by a finger, rolling her awakened nubbin between them. His hand lifted her breast as his lips left hers and his face lowered. She understood.