And not looking back.

Robin nonchalantly began to lower his underwear, his eyes never leaving Viola, who merely stared back at him, enjoying the sight of his strong hands, the tangled mass of hair and his... oh fuck it was big... Viola groaned and her fingers dug into her sports bra as the sight of Robin's swelling cock came into view. He was so close right now, and she felt a dollop of something wet beginning to flow inside her. Thick, and big, and she just wanted to, damn it, what kind of a... he's naked. No, no... it's his house, and you're here. He's not going to **** you or anything. And if he wanted to, would you really want to stop him...

Viola hesitated a second more before pulling the sports bra over her head, and handing it to him. His hand lingered on hers for just a moment longer than needed, and she felt her nipples standing proudly out from her body. Her breath was coming in starts now. After a moment it would be fine, but as he moved to place the item in the wash, she could help but want to feel more of that contact, which still seemed to linger on her skin. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, feeling a slight gush once again. He's so male, so close, and he's what you want. You know he knows how to please a woman, you've seen it yourself, girl. Just... do it...

Her panties were descending, slowly and carefully. He's watching me now, Viola realized as Robin placed one hand on the washing machine and simply waited, or at least it seemed like that was what he was doing. For his part, Robin could hear his pulse loud in his ears, as he waited for her to finish moving seductively. Damn it, she's still moving like a dancing girl, he thought as she gently stepped out of the item. They were slightly damp with sweat, and the scent of something far more intimate. It was incredibly obvious in the small kitchen what both were thinking.

The lid slammed on the washer, and Robin pressed the requisite button, resulting in a hiss of water throughout the house, before he suddenly groaned and whacked at the button several times, bringing the action to a halt.

"Sorry, sorry..." he groaned, his erection limping a bit as he prayed the machine hadn't fucked over the entire situation. It wouldn't normally have been a problem, he berated himself, but starting the wash NOW would result in nothing but cold water upstairs in the shower. "I... was going to take a shower, and the machine..."

Viola chuckled at the embarrassed expression that seemed to come over Robin's face. It suddenly dawned on her that she was standing nude in a kitchen and was discussing, plumbing.

"Let's just... can we get that shower?" Viola asked, and realized that she had been covering herself with her hand, albeit subtly. Robin hadn't hidden how he felt about her, so why should she? Her hand dropped away from her side and then she thought better of it and reached it out towards him.

"Right!" Robin smiled, the panic momentarily gone. Damn it, it was always the way when you got with somebody new. Ok, you're admitting to yourself where this is going now, so... start treating her like this is what it is. "Let me show you the way." He grasped her hand tightly in a hands with a handshake style embrace, fully enjoying the feel of her skin. A bit of sweat, excited, but warm and welcoming. He released the grip, and he let his fingers ease over her wrist, before pressing his palm against hers gently, enjoying the feel of his fingertips against her palm before allowing the full contact and interlacing his fingers with hers.

Viola was unable to believe how good it felt to just feel his fingers on her. How long had he been touching her hand? It felt like only a few seconds, but it had been just amazing how his fingers had teased at the sensitive spots. It was almost like, oh wow, he'd done this before. A lot, she realized. Fuck, this is... oh crap he's already started foreplay... she realized as he led her up the stairs towards the open bathroom door at the end of the hall.