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Robin was hovering at the end of a street, some two hundred meters away from where Christa had told him to meet her at. He couldn't hover for much longer since he was already three minutes late, but nerves were starting to get the better of him and he hadn't even knocked at the front door yet. What if he knocked at the wrong house? What if he'd gotten the day wrong? What is Christa wasn't at home? What if she was angry at him for being late? What if the sky fell on my head? Rob added sarcastically to himself. Get a grip. You've been on too many dates to count, and you're not going to let this one get the better of you! It was easier said than done, but Rob simply shrugged his jacket up higher and began the terrifying walk. One step, two step, red fish, blue fish ... Damn you, Dr. Seuss. thought Robin as the rhyme began in his head. The circus children had a long tradition of filching muggle children's books to read from wherever they could find them. Dr. Seuss had been one of his favourites, but it was hardly the appropriate time to burst into poetry.

Argh! The door! thought Robin as he stood on Christa's front doorstep. Go on, knock. He was doing what his adoptive father liked to call 'the Swan Impersonation'; serene on the surface, little legs paddling furiously below. He stepped forward and knocked calmly, though anyone watching closely would notice him shuffling slightly from foot to foot. "Please don't be mad, please don't be mad." muttered Robin and almost leapt out of his skin when the door opened. "Ahh. Christa," said Rob, giving her a dazzling smile. Five minutes late ... was he going to get skinned?
 
Mondays were always terribly dull for Christa. Wallace was at work, Isolde was also doing some odd job or another - so she was alone in the house, with nothing much to do. Then again, that was how she spent most of her life...but somehow, Mondays were more boring than any other day.
Except for this Monday. Her stomach had been twisting itself in to knots since about 5am, when she'd woken up suddenly and couldn't get back to sleep. Nerves. She was having a date with Robin, and she simply couldn't control her nerves. She'd tried a lot of things - listening to relaxing music, drawing, cleaning her already clean paintbrushes...but nothing could get her to relax. Ack, why does he do this to me? she thought, drinking some tea.

The clock slowly edged past the appointed time, and Christa wrung her hands in worry. What if he didn't mean anything he said, and he was just being grateful? Maybe he's stood me up. Oh, that would be awful, but I wouldn't be surprised. Why would he really want to date me? Chewing a nail, Christa ran her free hand through her short red hair, trying not to panic. He'll be here, it's only a couple of minutes. Stop it, just calm down. But that knock on the door left her anything but calm. Jumping about a metre in the air, Christa took a deep breath, smoothing her hands on her jeans, then walked to the door, opening it with a trembling hand. "H-hello," she began, shyly, looking at him with a slight, nervous smile. "Um. How are you feeling? W-would you like to come in?" She stood back from the door at this point, allowing him in to the apartment. "Ah, um...c-can I get you something to drink?" She was not used to entertaining or socialising. Heck, she'd never had a date before. She was well out of her comfort zone, here, but it was alright now, because Robin had showed up! He was here! And sure, now she had the added burden of worrying about making a right fool of herself, but at least he'd come to see her. That had to count for something, right?
 
Oh cr*p. thought Robin, his mouth falling open slightly. "Holy hell, you're beautiful." Oh cr*p! thought Robin again, having blatantly vocalised his thoughts. Where on earth had he left his mental filter that day? There wasn't another woman on earth that could make him feel like such a blithering idiot as often as she did. Her skin was moonlight pale and set off her flaming red hair so beautifully. He had been fairly confident that he looked just fine that morning, but it would all come to nothing if he continued to stare like a stunned fish. Robin blinked and smiled again. "Sorry. You look lovely today," he said, kissing her on the cheek gallantly and stepping in at her invitation. He was used to seeing her nervous in his company but not used to feeling exactly how she looked. He was determined not to make things worse by making the silences awkward and so relaxed himself as much as he could. "Excuse my lateness," he said sheepishly, giving her an abashed look. If Rob had been flipping out at being late, Christobelle had probably been through hell.

"A drink would be great, thank you. Do you have tea?" he asked, never one for coffee and always drinking his tea without milk. Hopefully they would be together for a long time and would get to know each others tastes and habits. He was already curious, though embarrassingly for only something like what drink Christa preferred. Robin did, however, have a few more questions. "What paint are you going to be using today?" he asked, looking around the room for signs of oils, water colours or anything else that he recognised. She was going to be painting him, wasn't she? Oh cr*p. thought Robin for the third time that day. I'm not going to be ... shirtless am I? What the- since when has that ever bothered you? Damn. He was blushing again.
 
Christa turned beetroot red at his statement. Me? Beautiful? Nobody's ever said that to me before, she thought, biting her lip and looking away, suddenly even more shy than she was before. He said I'm beautiful. Did he really mean that? "Uhm...um...th-thank you. You...you look very nice," she added, blushing madly. Why does he make me fall apart so easily? she thought. It was maddening. She wasn't exactly confident as it was, but Robin made her worse than usual. "Ah, it's okay," she said, waving his apology off with a small smile. "You...you weren't very late a-anyway." With that, she closed the door behind him and bustled off to make another pot of tea for the two of them. The kitchen was fairly open, right next to the lounge room, so she could still see and hear him.

"Um. I...I think I'll start by using charcoal and doing some quick sketches first, and...th-then, I...I kinda feel like using acryllic paints, so...yeah." It didn't take her long to have the tea ready, so she poured them each a cup and then took a sip of her own. It was a special brew, apparently made to help people relax. Lord knew, Christa needed some of that. Once she had finished, she sat down her cup and looked back at Robin, shyly. "Um, w-would you like to come to my room? Uh, I mean, because i-it's my studio, you see, it's where I do all my work," she hastily added. After all, she didn't want him to think she was propositioning him or something.
 
"Course," mumbled Robin, almost sounding a little bit shy. He couldn't quite master his usual smooth tone and was reduced to sounding like Charlie Brown. Yes, his male mind went straight to one thing when Christa invited him to her room, and was glad of her explanation. It was easier to think of it as completely innocent then, and he's never felt more like a skeeve than he did then. Robin got up to lean over the counter and take up his tea, taking a sip before raising his eyebrows. Whatever was in the cup was good, and he rolled his shoulders slightly and found himself more relaxed than ever. He smiled at her again, hoping she would smile back and give him the shivers once more before they both moved into her room where he stood, awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot again. Any more shuffling and he'd cover himself with scalding tea, so Robin wisely decided to place his cup on the beside table. Now how was this going to work? Was he going to sit, stand, lie back? Take of his jacket (or more)? He went red.

Distracting himself, Robin looked around the room and found himself more and more astounded by what he found. On the walls hung many neatly pinned, A3 pages of dress designs that took his breath away. Rob had seen and worn many beautiful costumes that the dress makers had produced, but he had never seen such fascinating colours and beautiful designs. Despite her shy nature, he could see her wearing all of them and showing them off on her beautiful slim body. There were paintings, too, hanging over the bed and so beautiful that his eyes could not get any wider. Yet there, pinned right above the foot of the bed on the opposite wall, was pinned a simple painting of a man standing in the middle of a stage, a red ribbon wrapped around his arm and looking out of the paper and directly at him. Robin knew that scene from anywhere. He had never forgotten that day. Robin gulped and turned back to Christa. "Where do you want me?"
 
Christa was thankful that she'd tidied up somewhat...although still embarassed that her designs, paintings and drawings were everywhere. At least she'd only kept her favourites, the ones that she wasn't so fond of were kept in a drawer, and the rest she'd thrown out. Still, it was mildly embarassing to have him see the one she'd drawn of him. Sure, she was going to paint him now, but now she actually had him there to look at. She only hoped he could do his looks justice. He was such a good looking man...she felt highly inadequate thinking of even attempting to capture it on canvas. Still, she'd said she'd try, and so she would. Even if it failed. At least it meant she got to look at Robin a lot. She had to suppress a blush at that.

"Um, if you could just sit on that stool there...however you feel comfortable..." she started, awkwardly. "Uh...um...maybe..." she swallowed, very nervous even thinking about what she had to say next. "C-could you take off your jacket? Um, you can l-leave your shirt on, though..." she said, ducking her head behind her canvas so Robin would not see her face burning in shame. Taking a few deep breaths, however, she gathered herself together, and picked up her charcoal, starting a couple of rough sketches. Every couple of minutes, she'd look up and ask him politely to shift positions, and then immerse herself in drawing again. If he looked at her face, he'd see that she smiled every time she looked up at him. Then, she scrapped her sketch paper, and got her paints ready. "Um. Ah. Er...are you c-comfortable?" she asked, wanting to make sure he was alright. "Um. If it's okay, could you...could you t-take off your shirt? You don't have to if you don't want to..."
 
Sitting there and watching Christa sketch with that half smile on her face made him want to ninja roll off the stool and kiss her breathless. Robin was as red as she was but he was definitely more relaxed in his posture. Rob always stood tall but always slightly to the side, as though he was leaning on something no one else could see. He sat similarly with one foot resting on the second rung of the stool and glancing over to smile at Christa. Sometimes they would catch each other's eyes and find themselves smiling at the same time. Then they would blush and look away again, smiling all the wider. He felt like he was going through puberty all over again, even though Robin had mostly skipped the awkward stage and gone straight on to lady-killing. The room was quite a bit warmer than he had anticipated so he had long since done as she bid him, removing his jacket and letting it pool at his feet, uncaring. There was an air of waiting in the room, as if they were heading for an important moment.

Robin had gotten quite comfortable with the idea of staying in his red cotton shirt, but when Christa suggested that he remove his it he almost passed out. "Oh sure, no problem." he said easily. Oh God, you're kidding me. he thought. Shirtless? In front of Christa? Well, it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before. Why was this any different? Standing up, Robin glanced out the window briefly where light was filtering in through the pale curtains, and carefully unbuttoned his shirt. Without it, his cheeks stood out even more as the reddest part of his body. Now that the tattoos were several days old, the bands were no longer raised and were smooth and dark, coloured the way they out to have been. They ran perfectly across his sculpted abdomen, the chain running in a flawless line up his spine. Robin sat himself on the stool again and raised his eyes hesitantly to Christa's. Dammit, stay still. There is nothing sexual about taking off one's shirt. Don't you dare go over and kiss her. His dark eyes were smouldering as he glanced over her, still lecturing himself inwardly.
 
It became harder and harder for Christa to concentrate on what she was doing, because every time she looked at Robin, she got momentarily distracted and had to pause to compose herself before she could keep going. Every time she met his eyes and caught him smiling at her, her heart skipped a beat. She felt as though if this kept up, she'd soon have a heart attack. Focus, focus.... Of course, focus became much harder to maintain when she asked him to take off his shirt. Swallowing, she tried not to gape at his shirtless figure - she'd seen it before, hadn't she? - and instead looked at her easel, sketching a rough outline before mixing paint and starting to put it on, hoping she was doing him justice.

She got his form down - though it took a lot longer than she thought it would, what with the distraction she had every time she looked at him - and was about to start putting in more details when she felt her hand cramp up. "Oh...I-I'm sorry," she began. "You mu-must be very bored, having to sit there...um, would you like to take a break?" she suggested, standing up and stretching her arms and back, exposing her midriff slightly. Realising this, she hastily pulled her singlet down, looking rather sheepish.
 
"It's fine." said Robin dreamily, still mesmerised by the movement of her lips. How could he possibly be bored just watching her? She was beautiful, fascinating ... he wanted to sneak over when she was concentrating and lean over to see how she was going, but knowing her nervous disposition he'd probably scare the life out of her. Robin yawned and stretched also, opening his eyes just in time to see Christa's navel revealed for a brief moment. She seemed to have noticed her mistake at the last second, but it was too late. What was seen could not be unseen. He slid to his feet and the predatory look came into his eyes, reminiscent of the night in the Kingdom of Circus. However there was nothing remotely evil was the way he approached her, and if he appeared entranced then it was only under her beauty. He took one step, then two, and a third to stand so close to her that he could feel her breath on his chest. "Christa..."

Robin had no idea what he was planning to do, but his hand came up slightly to touch the skin at her waist where it was still slightly uncovered. He ran his hand under the material, ghosting across the smooth skin of her stomach and around to her back. He wanted to apologise; what if he was frightening her? This wasn't what they were here for ... this wasn't what he had intended ... Slowly, and with the hand on her back trembling slightly, Robin leaned in to kiss her neck softly then deeply, running his lips up to her ear. Stop, Rob. He kissed her jaw, then her lips, a tender butterfly kiss that made him ache for more. Stop. His other hand running up her left arm, Robin's right hand was shifting up and drawing her shirt with it, wanting to feel more skin. Stop! With a gasp, he reeled back and almost fell, letting her go instantly. In a moment of tense silence, Robin panted himself slightly and swore. "I... sh*t, I'm sorry."
 
Shaking her hands to loosen them up, Christa gave Robin a small, warm smile. She liked him an awful lot, and she was enjoying spending time with him, even if it was mildly awkward at times. At least it was a good way to ease in to dating, without having to talk too much. Perhaps that was why muggles went to the movies so often for first dates. Considering Christa's knowledge of relationships came from romance novels, she was not really all that knowledgable on the subject. She supposed now was her chance to learn.

Her heart beat faster as Robin approached her. It was similar to the way he had approached her at the circus...but there was no malicious intent behind it this time. Instead it was as though he wanted to be near her. Why would he want that, really? Well, he did ask me out...but... her pessimistic nature was getting the better of her. She tried to ignore it - but all such thoughts flew away, anyway, as Robin's hand touched her waist and her back. Christa gasped - she had not been expecting that at all. The feeling wasn't at all unwelcome, either. It was a new sensation, but not at all a bad one. Of course, she had no idea how to react, so she stood there, breathing heavily as her heart beat so fast and so loudly she was sure it would frighten it off. She bit her lip as he put his lips to her neck, her eyes widening in shock, before closing gently as she enjoyed the feeling of it. He left her breathless - but what would she say if she could speak? Nothing of consequence, her mind could not focus enough to form any words, anyway. She wondered why she was allowing this, normally it took her so long to trust - but it was Robin, and her heart told her that he was good and she could have faith in him. Christa didn't doubt that, and so she allowed him to continue, although very shyly, hardly reacting in turn.

He pulled away, and Christa looked down, almost afraid to admit that she had enjoyed it. "Um. It's alright. Y-you d-don't have to be sorry," she stammered, looking down with a very shy half-smile on her face.
 
The way Christa was looking at him (or rather, not looking at him) gave him the inkling that she might have enjoyed it. Was he getting the green flag? Robin gulped. If he was, then what then? Sitting back on the stool just to have something else support him, Rob gave her a very unsure look, something that suited him just as much as the self-assured smirk did. He looked more innocent than he ever had at that moment, and never more like a little boy.

"Ah ... well, usually I don't move too fast on first dates," he said. There was a long silence. "Okay that's a lie, I do." Robin admitted, his cheeks lifting impishly as he tried to hold back a laugh. He sobered and looked back up at her, rubbing his fist slightly. "I don't know, Christa. With you I feel like I shouldn't be doing anything. I mean, not that I don't want to! And not to say that I do want to, ah, er..." he was just digging himself into a deeper hole. If he said he wanted her, he'd sound like a pervert. If he said he didn't, she'd think she was undesirable. Robin took a frustrated breath and looked into her eyes, his own dark blue orbs both humble and pleading. "I ... you're like an angel, and I feel like I'm ... I don't know, desecrating a holy place just by touching you." he admitted finally. "But I want to so much," whispered Robin, staring at his shoes. He could still feel her skin under his fingers, and he rubbed his shoulders uncomfortably and shifted on the stool.
 
Never had Christa felt more confused than she did at that moment. She was so afraid of people, so scared to let anyone touch her - much less a man like Robin - and yet when he did, she loved every touch and wanted more. What was wrong with her? She wasn't certain she should let him do such things, and yet her heart was telling her otherwise. It was very frustrating. Why can't things just be so simple and straightforward? she asked herself, taking a deep breath.

She looked at him, carefully listening to all he had to say. Christa couldn't help but blush and look down, shyly, as he complimented her. She'd never thought angels would cloister themselves away, do no good for the world...she was not an angel by any stretch. By no means a devil, but no angel either. She was just herself, the awkward, shy, mouse of a woman so few people ever got to know. Though there was much to her than met the eye, as only a couple of people knew. Instead of saying anything in response - for she could think of nothing to say - she leant over and kissed him on the lips, completely unable to resist. She wasn't sure if it was the best or right thing to do, but she honestly couldn't help himself. Although she'd never say it out loud, she wanted him as much as he evidently wanted her.
 
The silence that followed was unbearable, but it wasn't for much longer when he felt Christobelle's soft lips on his. How much longer was he able to stave off the feelings rolling through his body? If her kiss meant what he thought it meant, he really did have the go ahead to show her how he really felt. It was too much, the touch of her skin, and Robin wasted no more time and simply wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. The was a clunk as the stool fell over and rolled, but he stepped over it smoothly and lay Christa on the bed gently. To him she weighed almost nothing, for a man who bore twice his own weight daily. She was delicate, light as a feather and so heartbreakingly beautiful that he was afraid to touch her again. But Robin was still kissing her, and with as much passion and want as he possessed. He hand a hand tenderly down her side and looked into her eyes. He would never regret that day.

Long into the night​

"Shiza," mumbled Robin to himself, stroking the hair of the woman lying on his chest. Rob had lain with many women, but his mind was completely blown and he had no idea why it should have been any different. If that had been his first time he would have never looked at another woman twice ever again. As it was, he probably never would. Well, he'd look, but in the end there'd only be Christa for him. He had no idea yet, but he was in love. For now he could only sit back and stare at the dark ceiling in awe, taking long looks at Christa and kissing her softly whenever he could.
 
Christa smiled, not at all shyly, but pleasantly and comfortably, feeling so safe and happy as he stroked her hair. She wrapped her arms around him, in a relaxed yet loving manner. She'd never done anything like that before, but she was awfully glad she did. She didn't regret it for a second, and suspected she never would. Christa was honestly quite surprised at herself for letting someone get so close to her, but she honestly didn't mind. It was Robin, after all. And she cared greatly for him - possibly even loved him, but Christa would not let herself get caught up in romantic notions. Not just yet, anyway.

Looking at his chest and her arms, Christa couldn't help herself. She burst out laughing, looking at how they'd somehow gotten themselves covered in her paint. It would be a nightmare to clean, but Christa was too happy to care. In fact, she'd hardly been this relaxed and happy...well, ever, really. Laughter was almost a foreign sound coming from her, but she laughed anyway. She had a lot of life to catch up on and she was sure Robin was going to help her in that regard. She stopped, however, when she heard a noise from outside her room. Sounded like something falling over. "I...wonder what that was," she murmured, dreamily. She wasn't quite alert, but she hoped it wasn't something terrible going on, like a burglery or something. It was probably just Wallace or Isolde...but Christa wasn't exactly thinking properly.
 
Robin too heard the noises outside of the room but he was a little more alert than Christa was. She didn't look too worried and so Robin relaxed, figuring it was her brother than she had spoken of or the woman they lived with. They'd probably not burst into Christobelle's room uninvited, so the naked couple should remain undisturbed. Suddenly Christa laughed, and Robin was so shocked that it took him a moment to even have the wit to think of what she was laughing at. Then he looked down and saw that he had blue, yellow and all a manner of other colours of paint dotting his chest and arms, no doubt smudging his cheeks as well. Her laughter was infectious and suddenly he was laughing uncontrollably along with her. There was something wet on his cheek, so he took his hand from where it was resting on her lower back and touched it to his skin; it came away red. With an air of theatrical regality, Robin painted his lips bright red with the blob of paint and placed a large kiss onto her shoulder. He grinned at her, looking ridiculous with red lips before making a face. "Blech, blech!" he said wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and trying not to laugh at himself. "Perhaps we should take a shower," he suggested innocently.

Alarmingly, the thumps outside of the room grew louder and Robin sat up slightly. Whoever was out there had brought a friend, and it didn't sound like the footsteps of relaxed people going to get coffee or suchlike. Pressing a finger to Christa's lips, he gave her a warning look before sliding her off of his chest gently and standing, padding softly towards the door. Robin was only planning to peek out, but suddenly he was flat on his back as the outside occupants then tumble inside, having apparently attempted to stumble through the door. Rob found another naked woman on his chest, though not one that he recognised. This was followed by a man, and though he was shocked and winded he wasn't exactly complaining. "Hullo," grunted Robin, unable to move under the sudden pile of bodies.
 
To be fair, Wallace hadn't been thinking straight. If he had, he probably wouldn't have barged in to Christobelle's room. But he had assumed she was out - after all, the door had been closed, and she only ever closed her door when she was out. And he and Deirdre were having far too much fun to think straight. What had happened was they had left his room, he'd stumbled in the hallway, they'd chanced upon Christa's room, and had opened the door - he was showing her around the house, naturally - only to find the scene that astounded Wallace like nothing before.

For there was a naked man in the room - with his own, shy twin sister, who had hastily pulled her sheets up to hide herself. And Deirdre had landed on top of this man...and he'd landed on top of Deirdre. This is awkward, Wallace thought, rolling off and pulling two spare cloths off the floor - giving one to Deirdre and wrapping the other around his waist, before laughing hysterically. One had to admit, the situation was quite amusing, even if he was shocked that his twin had a boy in her room, much less had done what she had apparently just done. The two of them were covered in paint, too, which was even more amusing. "Well, hello!" Wallace finally spluttered out between laughs. "Why, you must be that Robin guy, the one Christa was on about. At least, I surely hope you are and not one of her fifteen other boyfriends," he said, looking at his twin with a wink. Surely this situation couldn't be any more mortifying for her, but at least Wallace was making the most of it. "I'm her brother, Wallace, and this lovely lady is my beautiful girlfriend, Deirdre." Wallace was sure he'd get a stomach ache if he kept laughing like this, but he was quite amused. Even if the situation was extremely embarassing for all of them.
 
Deirdre was giggling, pattering through the house as Wallace showed her each room and was apparently determined to do her in each one. They tumbled in through the next door and Deirdre found herself pressed to a man; though not the one she had expected to be pressed to. She stared at the handsome and very obviously naked man beneath her before squealing and trying to shuffle off of him. Unfortunately Wallace decided to follow her through the door and she hacked and coughed, squashed between the two. For some women it would be their dream to be between two lovely males, but not when she was only dating one of them and the other seemed to be dating the one she was dating's sister. Deirdre blinked, having sufficiently confused herself, swiped up the cloth that Wallace handed to her and got off of the poor man below her. She squeaked and rushed behind Wallace, pressing her face into his back as she was overcome with a fit of giggles.

Eventually Deirdre managed to peek out from behind Wallace, blushing as he called her beautiful and smiling at Robin very nervously. "Er, sorry 'bout that." mumbled Deirdre, still unwilling to moving out from behind her boyfriend. She would have shook Robin's hand if it hadn't been covering up the previously uncovered parts. Her giggles became almost incapacitating. She'd get to introduce herself properly to Christa eventually, but for the moment she could hardly move.
 
Christobelle was absolutely mortified, her cheeks burning as she pulled the sheet over her and wrapped it around herself, saving herself from humilation - even though it was already too late, and she was long past simple embarassment to the point where she wanted the earth to swallow her up. This is why I don't leave my room, Christa told herself, grabbing a pillow and burying her face in to it, not wanting to see what was going on. Christa had honestly been looking forward to meeting the girl her brother was so crazy about - though not in these circumstances. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she mumbled, wishing she was imagining all of this.

She knew she'd have to face it sooner or later, however, so she looked up, biting the thumbnail of the hand that wasn't holding her sheet up. "Uhm...um...ah...hi." Wallace seemed to be having a right old laugh, but Christa could see nothing funny about it at all. Oh, how she wished she'd never brought Robin over! No, that was a lie, she didn't regret it at all. "Um. It's...it's nice to meet you," she said quietly, nodding at Deirdre, before turning to Wallace. "For God's sake, Wallace," she hissed. "Couldn't you have left my room alone?" Wallace was, perhaps, the only person she had ever felt comfortable telling how she ever felt. And even then, she never always said how she felt. Except on the odd occaision when she was annoyed, like right now.
 
Deirdre and Wallace were laughing and unfortunately for Robin, Wallace's laughter was just as infectious as Christa's. He could see Christa sinking into the mattress as though the earth really was trying to swallow her up, just the pity the poor girl. Torn at both ends, Robin tried desperately not to explode with laughter at how ridiculous the situation was when he could see how much is was paining his girlfriend. With his face twisting, struggling to control his mirth, Robin coughed and gave Deirdre a grin. "Ah, nice to meet you." he said, attempting to be cheerful. He ended up sabotaging himself however, for the one singe smile broke his already flimsy barrier and Robin collapsed with laughter. Now, Robin was the sort who when laughing, he laughed with his entire body and often collapsed onto the floor. He couldn't do so without exposing himself and was twitching in effort not to convulse harder with the deep belly laughs that shook his frame. "Help...me!" he gasped, making things all the funnier. Well, at least Wallace and Deirdre knew he wasn't exactly uptight.

Robin eventually got himself under control long enough to pull the other end of Christa's sheets around him so that they were tucked next to each other and both suitable covered. No one was suitably attired however, and so it was no small amount of embarrassment that Rob suggested in the amused silence "So...shall we retire to separate rooms for the moments to make ourselves presentable?". Now that Robin was in control of himself, he was noticing small things around him. For example, how obvious Christa's painted kiss mark was (and how perfectly it highlighted her neck with were covered in real hickies). For another, that Deirdre seemed to have a chess bishop entangled in her dark brown curls. Rob coughed slightly and gave her a meaningful look, sniggering. He was anything but subtle.
 
It was really amusing, how different he and his sister were. While Christa looked like she wanted to die, Wallace could barely stop laughing. It was even better when Deirdre and Robin started laughing too, Wallace could hardly contain himself. He seemed like a reasonable guy - even if he had just slept with his beloved, innocent twin sister. He was a arty guy, so it seemed, perfect for Christa, and he had a good sense of humour. Hopefully he'd help her lighten up.

He noticed Robin look pointedly at Deirdre's hair, and so he turned to his lover and chuckled when he noticed the chess piece entangled in her hair. Oh dear...oh dear... he thought, stifling another laugh. Robin was right, they needed to get themselves properly attired. He wrapped an arm around Deirdre, grinning at Robin and Christa. Not only had he had a wonderful afternoon with Deirdre, but he was quite amused now. He hoped he'd get to spend time with the others in more appropriate circumstances. Standing up, keeping the sheet around him, Wallace pulled Deirdre to her feet and smiled. "Nice look you've got going there, sis."
 
Deirdre noticed Robin looking at her specifically and she gave him a confused look back. Was he trying to tell her something? Wallace, too, turned to look at her and she reached up to pat her face as if something was on it. What on earth were those two staring at? Wallace simply helped her up and did not explain so she dismissed it for now. There were more important things to worry about; for example, getting dressed. Although Deirdre's giggling had been uncontrollable she was quite a bit more embarrassed than she appeared and wanted to exit the room as fast as possible. "Wallace," she hissed with a polite smile still plastered on her face. Without hesitation, she gripped the sheet at his waist and began tugging him out of the room and into the lounge where their clothes had been left abandoned. She was mortified. Had Christa and Robin heard their ... canoodling? The other pair were looking quite bedraggled themselves, but you never knew.

She began pulling on her underwear, then skirt and blouse as she gave Wallace a few amused but disapproving looks. It wasn't nice of him to make fun of his sister like that, although if it had been one of her sisters or brothers she would have teased them mercilessly. Robin hadn't appeared to have taken it to heart too much, but then again she had lain naked on top of him. Oh, what must he think of me! she fretted, almost falling over in her haste to put her shoes back on. Deirdre took her usual fairy steps over to a large mirror hanging on the opposite wall and hands her fingers through her hair a few times. To her alarm, they caught on something hard an unyielding. After a bit of tugging, she removed a chess piece from her hair. Deirdre turned slowly to glare at Wallace who she now knew had been laughing at it but had said nothing. Her glare was incredibly endearing.
 
Christa pulled the sheets over her head, curling up in abject horror and mortification. Why, oh why, had such a lovely day turned out so humiliating? Now she looked absolutely foolish, naked and splattered in paint. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around her legs, dejected. It was alright for the others, happily laughing away, but Christa did not take embarassment so easily. She was way too sensitive, sometimes, but she honestly couldn't help it. It was just her personality. Slowly emerging from under the sheets, her expression was back to the stony look she usually had, as she picked her clothes up off the floor and began redressing herself as discreetly as possible.

"I..." she began with an apologetic look at Robin, unsure of what to say. "I'm so sorry you had to see that." Both her behaviour and the awkward situation, really. Bloody Wallace. Why did he have to go do something stupid like that?
 
Robin smiled as he watched Christa dress, unable to take his eyes off of her beautiful form. Eventually he gathered the wit to stand and dress also, leaving his jacket off and staying barefooted. He moved over to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her close to his body. There was something about her that made him want to protect her. He couldn't protect her from embarrassment though, but he did his best. Robin pressed a kiss into her hair then smiled against her cheek.
"Believe me, I have been caught in worse situations. I am not so easily irked. But it is you I worry about, and I think next time your brother will be a bit more discreet. By the look on his face, he's hardly used to seeing you with a man." said Robin, rocking them back and forth gently where they stood. He wasn't sure whether or not Deirdre and Wallace would be returning or if they should just move into the kitchen and await their return there. He felt odd holding her in his arms. She was so delicate, and in his strong arms he felt that he could break her if he simply moved the wrong way. Resting his head on hers for a moment, Robin let her go to take her hand and lead them out into the kitchen to wait for the other two.

There he sat on one of the stools and was suddenly reminded of what they had been doing before he had lost control of himself. The painting was probably only in the stage of sketching still, and hopefully when they sat down for another session his inhibitions might come back to him. They hadn't returned yet, apparently, for he couldn't help but reach out and give Christa's backside a squeeze as she passed. Robin plastered an innocent look on his face. It didn't work.
 
Wallace, as soberly as he could, redressed - though he could not help but giggle every so often. The whole situation had been so unbearably funny, despite the awkwardity of the previous situation. Wallace had rather enjoyed himself, however. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Wallace spluttered, trying to regain his cool now he was at least dressed. Though he couldn't help but chuckle more when he saw Deirdre's look. It was so cute, so endearing, that he couldn't help but wrap his arms around her in a bear hug and kiss her.

"Aw Deirdre, I'm sorry. I love you," Wallace stated, warmly, as he held her close. He hoped she wasn't too mad at him, he'd just been having a laugh, that was all. "Shall we go to the others? I think some tea's in order." Wallace was a Brit, through and through. Anything, and he meant anything, could be solved over a nice cup of tea. Besides, it would be good to meet the man who had managed the impossible - to steal his beloved little sister's heart. And it would give Christa the chance to meet Deirdre - who had stolen his own heart. Well, not so much stolen as he had willingly given it to her, but...that wasn't the point. Taking Deirdre's hand, he led her towards the kitchen, where the others were waiting.
 
Unfortunately for Deirdre, she could not maintain her charade of irritation when Wallace pulled her into one of his bone-jellying hugs and kissed her. All she could do was smile in a dopey fashion that was laced with attempted disapproval. It simply didn't work. Deirdre could not, for the life of her, stay mad at her darling Wallace. He was the loveliest person she had ever met, and if he ended her irritation so easily by a simple kiss then she felt that she would never be angry at him ever again. Then she remembered his not telling her about the chess piece in her hair, and gave him another grumpy-cute kiss. Hey, she could be angry and smoochy at once, right? She allowed Wallace to lead her into the kitchen as if he was training a puppy, and arrived just in time to witness Robin having a good feel of Christa's backside. The giggles threatened to explode out of her mouth, but all that escaped was a tiny high-pitched whine of suppressed mirth. Deirdre buried her head into Wallace's arm and shook silently with laughter before reemerging completely composed. She liked his sister and his sister's boyfriend already. Christa seemed as sweet as they came and Robin was ... well, if a bit naughty then still somewhat jolly and goodhearted.

Deirdre coughed slightly to announce their presence and began with a "Oh, I ... I'm so sorry we had tae meet like we did." As funny as this all was, the shy part of her was mortified that the first sight Christa and Robin had seen of her was mostly her bare bottom. She felt extremely pleased with the fact that she had no explicit tattoos in unsavoury places, at that moment. Speaking of tattoos ... Robin had some very curious markings that she could still see around his neck. I wonder what those are for? thought Deirdre as she hugged her boyfriend's arm.
 
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