Well... they would have...

Robin began to lay soft kisses once again along Viola's lower stomach. This time the trail paused at her belly button for a moment, and Viola felt his body fully between her legs. This is it, she thought, trembling as his lips delved again into the little hollow between her breasts. I shouldn't be doing this, not with him. He's got a girlfriend... who's fine with this. The concept still ran around her head, and as his lips caught at her nipple again, she thought about Lauren, and the image of her gorgeous mouth suckling at her as well caused a groan of pleasure to emanate from her mouth.

"Yes..." She panted as his lips found her collar bone. She felt the first touch of his cock against her thigh, and she began to scoot herself a bit on the bed, trying to make that final contact. It was right, it was...

A sudden bang from downstairs, accompanied by a "DAAAAAAD, I'm HOOOOOOME!" that both Robin and Viola recognized as Miranda's crashed through the house. Oh FUCK, She's Home, the kids are home! What, where did that come from? I'm not... fuck, I'm busted, I'm so busted, Viola and Robin seemed to think simultaneously.

Robin's eyes squeezed shut with frustration, as his turgid cock pulsed in reaction to the first touch of Viola's moisture on it. He drew back, and opened his eyes. Seeing the wide and panicked stare of Viola he fought back the urge to just complete the moment. The moment that was now gone. He inhaled deeply, before pushing back from Viola. For her part, Viola cast around for some clothes when she remembered where they were. Fuck they were in the WASH.

"Be down in a few!" Robin shouted back, sitting up onto the bed. "Sorry, I think we lost track of time."

He scrabbled at the phone which lay charging on the bedside table, and the glowing display that read three thirty drove home exactly how long they'd been enjoying each other's company. Robin lay back, and slid an arm around Viola's shoulder, who eagerly snuggled up to him and yanked one of the blankets on the bed about the two of them.

"Shit... so, are we hiding this from them?" Viola asked, her face nervous. They were only a couple years younger than her after all. If Robin had to hide it from them, well, she wouldn't like it, but she... no, she wouldn't understand. "I don't want to be the other woman here, Robin."

"I hated that movie," Robin quipped back, before pulling her against him again. Damn her body felt good. His erection continued to throb, but the overwhelming desire was starting to pull back a bit. He stroked his hand along her back, enjoying her presence and her soft twitches of pleasure against him. "No, we're not hiding this. Just... I have no idea how we bring it up."

A soft peal of music floated from downstairs that Viola recognized. The sound of a Playstation booting up resounded through the house.

"Fuck, I think Lauren left the volume turned up," Robin snickered as the sound rapidly decreased.

"Well, uhm, do I borrow from Lauren?" Viola pointed into the closet, noting a few pieces of women's clothing hanging up.

"Borrow from her...." Robin began before remembering his gaffe with the washing machine. "Crap, your clothes are all wet too."

"I think it'd be a little big on the top," Viola shrugged, kissing gently at Robin's chest. She slid back, and he admired her gorgeous ass as she walked to the small open door. Her fingers caressed the fabric of several floral and patterned Shirts. Did... Robin ACTUALLY had his A-shirts hung up. No that couldn't be him, she noted a small pile of clothes on the floor, separate from another pile that... OOOH, nice T-shirt. Her hand grabbed up at a black shirt with a white and red graphic on it. A woman's shirt in his clothes pile.

"Oh yeah, you can totally borrow that," Robin grinned, still admiring Viola's body as she pulled the item over herself. It actually smelled a little like him, which she enjoyed immensely. "Bought it a few years ago, but they didn't have it in men's sizes so I got the largest woman's tee I could."

Viola couldn't resist turning with a quick shimmy of her hips to put on a quick display. She smiled, noting that Robin hadn't bothered to recover himself with the blanket, and was simply nude, reclining, and enjoying her. Dammit, the only thought on her mind was jumping back into that bed and finishing what they had started...