Dinner Prep

"So... are you staying for dinner?" Robin asked as he sat up and moved to the small black dresser.

Viola thought about it for a second. A meal she didn't have to... check that, a GOOD meal she didn't have to cook... Her head bobbed up and down almost of its own accord as she pulled the black shirt over her head. Dammit it smelled like him. Not as loose as she would have expected, but for the most part it was fine. No bra or...

"Think Lauren will mind if I borrow a pair of panties?" Viola smiled at the thought. After all, if she borrowed a pair, she'd have to return them to Lauren. Another reason to come over here and... aaaack... FINISH. He's still hard, dammit. She just ached to grab those boxers he was now pulling up and drag them right back down. The remembered taste of him lingered on her lips. "And yes... yes, dinner would be... wait what are you having?"

"You know, I'm really tempted to do my dad's old good news and bad news joke... but he had a really sick sense of humor. I was thinking... oh wait, you're not lactose intolerant, or anything are you?" Robin leaned past her as he indicated a second drawer. His hand settled on a light blue and white shirt which was hung up. Ok, kids... how to deal, with Miranda. Well, she wasn't stupid, and probably... well, knew what her dad used to be like. He took a deep breath and let a little more of the excitement and tension leave his body. He wasn't ashamed of Viola, and he wasn't going to be ashamed of her.

"No..." Viola mumbled, looking into the drawer that Robin had indicated. Lauren's drawer. Yes, there was some underwear there, but there was a lot more than just underwear. A small leather handle with what looked like a series of streamers on it was the first thing that caught her eye, but the small vibrator and clothespins also drew the attention. A couple little bottles and... rope? I probably should stop staring and ... those underwear, that's fine. Ok, so Robin and Lauren have a little bit of a kinky side. Viola bit her lip at the image of one of the two of them teasing at her like Lauren had done. Shit... don't need to be getting more wet than... and look at that, right there... wet naps. These two have thought of everything, haven't they?

Robin couldn't help but notice the slight fluster on Viola's face and her momentary silence as she stared into Lauren's drawer. The moment hung in the air quietly, the only sound that of electronic game filtering in from the other room. I probably should explain to her, he thought, watching her grab a smaller pair of underwear out of the drawer and closing it with a quiet sound. Her hands scrabbled at the plastic container that Lauren kept on her side of the bed, and he saw her extract a small moistened towel. She hadn't said anything, but her look back at him and the knowing smile seemed genuine.

"Just asking because you never know when somebody needs accommodation," He shrugged, grabbing up a pair of khaki shorts. Viola shook her head at the choice. There are jeans RIGHT THERE, she thought, before taking the chance to admire his legs again. Well, not that she was going to complain too much about the show. Especially remembering how they had felt under her hands... nope, nope, you JUST cleaned yourself up girl...

"Uhm, no, nothing I'm allergic to," Viola grinned at him happily. "So, you obviously cook for a lot of people?"

"Not as many as you'd think," He shrugged, "so good, no lactose intolerance means I can actually make something awesome."

Viola smiled at the familiar sweatpants that he handed her. That was... sweet. Dammit, here she was wearing her... what was he to her now? He wasn't her boyfriend, but he was... this was a lot more than just neighbors.

"Thank you, Daddy..."

A shiver ran through her as the word left her lips. Fuck that felt good to say. That was what she had been wanting to call him this whole time. The red blush across his face in response brought an instant leap of joy to her heart. He liked it, she could tell.

The word ran around Robin's head as Viola stepped close to him. They were fully dressed now, and yet somehow they were even more intimate than before. The beautiful young redhead was so close, and as she placed a soft peck on his cheek a crush of nerves ran through his stomach.

He opened the door, and led her to the small stairwell at the end of the hall. The sound of music from the television in the main room was accompanied by what sounded like a sex scene.

"Daaaad, Geralt's being a pervert again!" Miranda shouted back over her shoulder at his approach. Viola's eyes took in the stuffed unicorn on the screen and a giggle burst from her lips as they descended the stairwell.

"And I still say that he's nowhere near as bad as the first game," Robin tossed back. "Viola's going to be staying for dinner, so I'm gonna have to call guest rights on the..."

"No wait, I love this game..." Viola argued, taking in the sight of the young blonde woman on the couch. Her face looked so much like Robin it was almost funny. Totally his daughter, right down to the little mannerisms. She was dressed casually, looking like a typical college student, complete with a t-shirt that had a list of things that she wasn't going to put up with . It seemed to consist mostly of "Your Shit".

"Oh, so... if she second players it does that count as cheating?" Miranda's eyes flitted to Viola. "Hey, that's my shirt!"

"No, that's My shirt, you just keep stealing it," Robin stepped into the kitchen, with his eyes on Viola, who stood nervously. "Seriously, it's my shirt. And no, it doesn't count as cheating if you get somebody in person who's played it."

"But it's FUUUUN..." Miranda grinned, looking back at Viola, and pausing the game after another moment. "Really, it's Dad's, but it's way too tight on him. He looks like something out of an 80's movie wearing it."

Viola felt incredibly awkward, but the smile and good cheer in Miranda's face seemed to ease her tension a bit. Ok, she wasn't freaking out, hell she wasn't even mentioning what had been obviously going on. Was she even going to mention it? She stepped around the small laundry basket that blocked her path to the couch and settled next to Miranda. Miranda merely smiled in response and hit unpause.

"So, totally getting my ass killed across the river here," She began, seeming to pick a random direction on the map before quickly flicking back to the game, and directing the white haired character off of the road.

"What's this about cheating?" Viola asked, trying to remember where in the game Miranda was. The sound of a sizzle from the kitchen brought home what... Robin was just making her dinner along with everyone else. It was like he'd just, brought her in, and made her part of whatever this was. No hesitation, no rejection, and then Miranda was just... going with the flow.

"Dad says that if you look up puzzle solutions online, it's cheating." Miranda shrugged, "Lauren disagrees but the game book is at her house... Hey, you don't have it do you?"