Glass is dangerous.

"Okay, so this is going to sound like a line," Robin shrugged, slightly embarrassed as he pulled the small leather apron from his neck and draped it over a nearby twisted metal hook. "But I'm going to have to take off all my clothes the second I get in there."

Viola blanched at the comment, before she saw the deadly serious expression on Robin's face.

"Wait, you have to... well, I mean, it's not like haven't seen it before, but isn't that hitting the gas a little fast today?" Viola grimaced. The thought he was... Robin wasn't suggesting that they just... "I uh, was thinking that we could talk and... I mean, it's been a lot of fun..."

"No seriously, see the glass?" Robin gestured towards the leg of his shorts where a small smattering of a shine like water... oh god, he's a twilight vampire, Viola winced, before realizing that it was actually small pieces of glass that had become embedded in his clothes. "I don't like to wear shoes in the house, and the washing machine's right by the door, so..."

Viola smiled and she realized exactly how sweaty and flushed she must look as well. She could... this really was an opportunity, wasn't it? He's here, you're here...

"You don't mind if I use it too?" Viola suddenly spoke up, the words leaving her mouth before she even realized it. "I mean, yeah, I could just go back to my place, but... I mean, I can borrow something till it's done, right? Unless it'll scare your girls." She let her thoughts wander over those arms, and the thought of seeing him so close, so quick... this can't really be happening.

Robin pushed open the door to the kitchen, and stepped inside. He breathed heavily. She was here, she was... the girls were out for hours, Lauren was at her house sleeping. How long had he been working? He momentarily tried to think before remembering that his phone was in the bedroom, or he could check one of the girls alarm clocks. The thought of her nude again, so close...

"Well, I am trying to conserve water these days... And everybody else is out. Oh, god, that sounded creepy..."He groaned, pulling the dark blue A-shirt over his head and lobbing it one handed into the washing machine. There was a slight sound that sounded almost like sand dropping onto a tile floor as he did so. Viola couldn't help but have her eyes drawn to his tattoos again, and realized that they were women. All of the tattoos on his arms were women, but only one was even slightly unclothed.

"Ok, I have to ask," Viola tried to drag her mind off his arms as they moved and he pushed his shorts down to reveal a dark blue patterned pair of boxers with... oh my god was that Corgi's with Space helmets on his underwear? "Uhhh... I think I just forgot what I was going to ask..." Viola giggled, stepping into the room and moving to close the door. There was a sheen of sweat on him. Oh lord, she probably looked just as...

"Don't close the door, I gotta sweep the glass out," He pointed to the small pieces on the floor, and Viola realized that he hadn't removed his sandals, even when taking off the shorts. And those damn Anklets again, what was up with those? Metal feathers and... dragonflies? Even when he was just being calm, there was something strange about him, and why did she want to know so much more? It didn't make any sense whatsoever. He's old enough to be my Dad, Viola's brain berated her as she watched him grab a broom from the corner. In sandals and boxer shorts. Oh wow, he...

"I thought you wanted to use the washing machine," Robin said, taking in the nervous look on Viola's face. He hadn't seen that face on a woman in a long time. He was pretty sure that Viola herself wasn't sure what she wanted, so best to just be honest. "If you've changed your mind, it's okay."

He moved quickly, moving the tiny shards into a small pile and then with a final motion sweeping them out the door. Viola just stood to the side as he did so, her hands toying at her t-shirt. He... Fuck it, she wanted this. Her hands pulled the sweat stained white fabric up, leaving her only in her sports bra. It felt wrong, almost, and he... he hadn't even see her do it, she realized as Robin continued to sweep at the floor before removing his sandals and tapping them gently at the threshold.

"Is there some reason why you..." Viola began, cocking her hip creatively and holding the shirt in one hand. Hell with it, might as well let him know that nobody has changed anybody's mind about anything right now. Damn that had looked good when he had bent over. Nice legs, just a bit of a tummy, and she really liked how the front of his, oh shit was he getting hard already? She glanced down at her own body and a flush of arousal went through her. She was... asking him something... uh... shit... why you... why you... "Tap your shoes outside?"

"Same reason I sweep. When the girls were little, Legos were my bane." Robin smiled apologetically, turning back to see Viola... with her shirt off. Shit. Ok, she's serious. His eyes rolled down over her yoga pants. Damn, one of his favorite colors too. He remembered how she, damn it, she's so close, and it didn't help that he'd been developing a semi ever since he had gotten a whiff of her scent. Clean, exerted, young... and beautiful, but that didn't come from just the smell alone.