So many questions to ask...

"So, gotta ask about the tattoos," Viola smiled, tossing her shirt one handed to Robin, who caught it adroitly. Was she really doing this? She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her Yoga pants and a chill ran through her. Yes, she absolutely was doing this. But not that fast. Uhm... shit, he just said he didn't like shoes in the house!

"Which one?" Robin smiled, dropping the shirt into the wash. He reached above the machine, which Viola realized was a Washer and Dryer Jammed together into one small frame that screamed bargain basement, and grabbed a small box of detergent as well as a large plastic bottle. "I don't have any hidden ones, so I assume you're asking about the goddesses."

Viola couldn't help but admire his arm as he had reached, his heels coming off the ground and nicely defining the shape of his leg. The black ink looked fairly simple, and she took in the intricate shading as she pushed down slowly thinking about that arm would feel curled around her. Shoes, ok, better start there now, that was easy to just slide out of. Her bare feet finally padded against the linoleum of the kitchen as she handed each of the items to Robin, thoughts continuing to whirl. Am I doing this? Is this what I think this is?

"Yeah, let's start with that one," Viola inclined her head towards the arm he had just lowered, and the robed woman with a bunch of flowers that prominently stood out on his left shoulder. She moved her thumbs back to her waistband again, and she felt her thin panties coming into view. Was he was still playing it cool? Guess it was time to up the ante, Viola thought, and began peeling the fabric down faster. The reaction was exactly what she hoped.

"Oh, that's an Army tattoo," Robin swallowed, as he noted that Viola had just, holy crap she was REALLY serious. He shouldn't be thinking about her like this. Ok, she just... she's just a neighbor, and she really wants you. No! Fuck, don't make assumptions, dammit! You're the one who should know better on this! You're old enough to be her father and... and what, Robin? She's stripping to her underwear in your house. She came over to see YOU. You know what's going on here. "I mean, not an Army Tattoo but one I got in the Army..." He tried again. "Got her after I got back from the war. I like classical sculpture... and I got one with a gun."

Viola boggled at that for a moment, before she looked closer, and underneath the elegantly detailed flowers, she could make out the vague shape of a pistol. If Robin hadn't mentioned it, she never would have noticed it, because the cover up blended nicely with the metal shape, almost as if it had been a gun hidden in a bunch of flowers. Sounds like something out of a gangster movie... wait, he was in, well, which war, there were a lot of them.

"Ok, so, now of course, the coverup?" Viola pulled her foot out of the sweaty fabric, before doing the same with her other. Ok, and now... you're standing in your underwear in your neighbor's house, and handing him your clothes.

"I didn't like the gun anymore. After a while you realize what's important and what isn't. The other shoulder has the same thing." He swiveled again, with an underhand motion again lobbing the item into the washer. The older ink stood out, again, a goddess statue with a prominent bunch of flowers being held. She looked closely, and could barely make out the original ink of a rifle on the helmeted woman.

"And the other four?" Viola asked, it looked good, but her eyes were drawn to the skin on the other four pieces on his inner arms.

"Just ones I felt inspired to get," Robin shrugged. "Plus it helps me stay motivated in the morning."

He hesitated before appraising Viola with a questioning gesture. They'd gone pretty far already today. It could all stop here, and he wouldn't have really crossed any major lines. The pulse in his shorts began to throb, and he realized that he needed to stop. He should stop. She was so close, and so ready. And they were all alone in the house.

"Usually I just lose the shorts in the bathroom, but since I'm here..." He began, moistening his lips. There was still the warmth of the sun from outside on him, baked into his skin, and he wanted so badly to just grab her and take what he wanted. The urge was incredibly powerful, from a deep, primal part of his body. He knew what it was, having felt it many times before. Wanting to have her below him, gasping his name.