Lauren's First Note

Robin pushed open the door to find his oldest comfortably on the couch, eating what looked like some of the vilest concoctions known to man. Of course, at his age the thought of voluntarily ingesting pepper spray wasn't exactly up there on his top ten kinks.

"We're home." Robin commented to the back of his daughter's head.

"Hey Dad, Hey Lauren." Miranda responded without looking up from the screen where Geralt of Rivia decapitated several bandits before finishing the entire routine with setting a beehive on fire.

"We want the couch. Off." Lauren played mom for a moment, and the teen immediately saved, quit and powered down with a quick "Sure thing..."

"So, how'd it go without your old man here?" Robin asked, walking down the hall to his room and noting that Titania's door was closed. Again.

"Eh, the usual. Thinking about maybe going out tonight, if you don't mind." Miranda followed Robin down the hall, standing in her doorway as he reached his own.

He pushed open the door, and deposited the valise on the bed, his eyes naturally drifting to the window and the small note that hung there. The same one he'd written after... He shuddered, both in memory of Viola's display, and the effect it had on Lauren's ardor the previous night. The otter pops had been a nice touch...

"Hey, uh," He glanced back at his eldest. "Do you need the bathroom? I need a shower after..." He shrugged apologetically, with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Ugh, Daaaad, Gross..." Miranda immediately stepped backwards into her room, shutting the door.

Robin pushed open the window, noting that Viola's window was shut. He wondered for a moment, thinking how she might have felt that he ran off to go... well, there were a lot of women he knew who would have been really offended by that. There was a part of him that expected one of the old greetings from his twenties: "You Bastard" or "Dear Shithead" or "Too Who Can Go Fuck Hisself..." That last one in particular had stung, because he hadn't realized that his girlfriend at the time was such a lousy writer. At least it hadn't been as bad as "Dear Robin," That one... yeah, that one had been bad.

"Hey Lauren, Can you come in here a second?" He shouted back over his shoulder as he retrieved the note. No reason to... fuck... that... lotta tape... There it is. He pulled the note back from the glass, and his eyes scanned it. The nerves and bad memories that wanted to come back disappeared instantly, and he smiled at the note. He glanced at Viola's window, and for just a second, thought he saw motion. He shook his head at the thought, and gratefully kissed Lauren as she arrived at the threshold of his room.

"Hey... what's got you in a good... I see." Lauren smiled, closing the door behind herself. "Well... guess you're going to have to write her back."

Lauren crossed to her Valise and withdrew a small pad from one of the pockets. The small brown cat shaped notes had sometimes shown up on Robin's refrigerator, and the sight of it brought some curiosity as Lauren spun and sat on the bed, her eyes looking out the window. She smiled mischievously, jotting something on a note.

"What are you writing?" Robin asked, his own hand moving rapidly across the sheet of paper, tape still attached.

"I'm not writing you a note." Lauren smiled at him, an enigmatic look on her face.

"Ok... I don't get to know, huh?" He smiled at her with a gaze.

"Look, right off the bat I have a few things... Just gotta be safe. I'm not going to play games where you're running messages back and forth between me and that bitch again. " Lauren never liked to say that girlfriend's name. With good reason. It had caused a lot of problems.

"So, hope you're not going to..."

"I'm not going to kill the mood. I promise. Trust me?" Lauren smiled.

"Okay," Robin handed his now finished note to Lauren, who didn't look at it.

"Can I read it?" She asked carefully, making certain her eyes were on his.

"Yeah, I think you should."

Lauren looked over his note carefully. She smiled, before attaching her own note next to it with a bit of the remaining tape. She leaned down, next to the window, and Robin noted with that low cut shirt she was wearing... damn she had nice tits. Full, round, gorgeous nipples that tightened delightfully under his fingers. His gaze roamed over her flank as Lauren carefully tacked up the pair of notes on Viola's window. She lifted her tightly trimmed fingernails to the window, and tapped several times.

She straightened, closing the window as she did. Robin's eyes roamed over her dark hair, and remembered how it had felt the night before, tight in his fist as they had kissed each other savagely. Good memories.

"So... that's done. I vote couch and relax for a while, give her time to think about it."

"Well, Miranda's out tonight... maybe Titania will accept a bribe to get outta here for a couple hours... Movie or something."

"That's what you did to me..." Lauren laughed, stepping into Robin's arms. "So, sure, fine. We'll figure it out. Now, COUCH." She pulled open the door and leaned on him, causing Robin to stumble backwards a step before easily catching himself and slinging his arm around her shoulders in a tight hug.

"Love those moves..." She snuggled against him.

Tonight? Kids are going to be gone. Lauren will be here. We'll leave the lights on. And reciprocate.

Beside the note hung Lauren's smaller one, the little brown cat smiling softly. The handwriting was light, and Lauren had written hearts over every single i instead of just dotting it.

Hi! I'm Lauren. Just wanted you to have a note to talk to me. Nothing sucks worse than passing messages through a guy.