Netflix and chill

After shutting her shower off, Viola reached for a towel and began drying herself off. The cold tickled her skin contrasting against the heat from the shower left on her, it felt nice and cool. Looking out the window, they too ended their shower after another minute. Guess we were all fucked out after all, no more sex for the moment.

Humming to herself, she lifted her hands allowing the towel to drop onto the floor before twirling her way to bed. Soft spins, nothing to major, while she maneuvered her body in a form similar to a ballerina. It became clear her body had remained flexible through her nimble movements and actions before sitting down in bed, facing their window with a smile on her face.

Yea I'm showing off, so what?

Robin Shut the water off after another moment, his hands twisting the two dials as close to perfectly together as it was possible. If you didn't the wrath of the underpaid plumber would descend upon you. Lauren patted his butt as he did so with a solid contact that he was pretty sure that Viola heard, especially considering the giggle.

"Towel?" He asked to Lauren's back as she stepped out, giving him a wonderful view of her backside. Just thinking about how he had just... Ack... last thing he needed to do was get himself riled up again. Lauren didn't seem to have any compunctions about leisurely drying herself, before extending another towel to him in the most theatrical manner possible.

"Really?" Robin laughed, looking to where Viola had just sat on her bed. His eyes roamed over her figure as Lauren moved towards the closet, and began going through the hangers. "I am loving the show, but I need to sit down. How bout a movie and our couch?"

Robin suddenly realized that while he had been saying that, he had been looking directly at Viola...

...who in turned blinked her eyes in disbelief.

"C-come again?"

"Oh nothing."

"No you-you said something."

"Pretty sure I said nothing."

"Well I heard you and saw your eyes open up like you made a mistake."

"I didn-"

"The answer is yes." Viola smiled, her mental voice screaming at the top of her lungs. "I... I would like that. But what about your-"

"Kids? Out for a few!" Lauren's voice echoed out the window causing Viola to giggle.

"A few hours, sure. What did you have planned, a bit of Netflix and Chill?" She snickered while making direct eye contact with Robin.

Robin laughed at the response, and grabbed the pair of boxers out of the air that Lauren had tossed at him.

"Actually that sounds... Hey, uhm, you mind if she joins us for Tales tonight?" Robin directed the last to Lauren.

"I work tonight, but if you don't mind if I bow out a little early," Lauren grimaced, holding up two shirts. "Purple or Green?"

"Green," Robin pointed to the patterned shirt that perfectly went with Lauren's beautiful brown eyes. "So, I can make popcorn." He directed that across the way.

Robin grabbed at his A-shirt as he asked, pulling the item on slightly self-consciously. Well, It wasn't like Viola hadn't seen him before, but somehow, getting dressed in front of her seemed somehow, even more intimate than what had come before.

"That would..." Robin's eyes drifted over Viola as she pulled on a pair of extremely skimpy underwear. The memory of how she had looked while she was nude still drifted through his mind even as the small article of clothing was tugged into place. "You don't have to get up too early, do you? We're on Season Four of Tales From the Crypt, but I wouldn't mind restarting for a friend."

"We're in a BAD season right now, so I'd be fine with that. But we're totally skipping the Santa Fucking Claus Episode." Lauren pulled a pair of leggings on as she reminded Robin of the episode that had involved the Goonie's Mom screaming and gratuitous child endangerment.

"Tales from the Crypt?" Viola chuckled at the realization of that show. "I haven't seen that since I was little, isn't that show pretty old?" This was nice, them talking together semi casually for a change. Does this mean no more notes?

"Oh uh, I wake up a little... I do have a morning shift but I can put on an alarm, I don't mind." She shook her head, reaching for her phone and waving it at the two.

"You sure? Wouldn't want you waking up late." Robin asked. Lauren grinned at his sincerity, he is such a softie sometimes.

"I'm sure, I'll be down in a minute." Viola sighed happily, pulling on a light brown camisole over her head. It hung low enough to conceal her underwear, giving her a naughty idea. Spinning around to catch Robin still staring, she gave him a wink. "At the front door, dummy. Not through the window." She chuckled.

Robin smiled at the thought. For a moment he had half expected her to do exactly that.

"Aieeyah..." Robin nodded as he noted Lauren finishing up pulling on her clothes. She paused for a moment, giving him a soft kiss upon the cheek, before she immediately stepped into the bathroom, and sighed loudly.

"Oh crap, I have total just fucked hair," Lauren grinned into the mirror, before rapidly grabbing at a brush. "You get the door, I'll look like a human being."

"I'll get the popcorn... and the door," Robin laughed. He waved one last time at Violas window before stepping out of his bedroom into the hall. He took several steps down it, before entering into the kitchen and scrabbling in the "Stash" cabinet over the sink. It was a sad necessity of having teenagers. If you didn't put something aside, it would be gone before you knew it, especially if it was something that required little or no prep. He snapped up a couple of the small packages, ripping one open quickly and tossing it into the Microwave with a practiced spin.

He glanced at the front door, and waited as the soft hum of the microwave permeated the room. Damn it, where was... He spun the lazy Susan next to the stove several times, ducking down to find the large ceramic mixing bowl in the back of the cabinet. Fell off again... sigh...