Robin Gets Home... Barely

Robin closed the trunk of Miki's car and breathed a sigh of relief. The streetlight overhead gave a bit of dim light to the area, and he could easily see his shitty little duplex. It wasn't the girls that had bothered him with their constant teenage jokes, or their rather obvious attempts to get a rise out of him during the ride. It had actually been a little flattering, if embarrassing. He was not used to being the center of attention, and while the conversation had often gone over his head, or rather around it, it had been kinda pleasant, even with Pink's constant negging.

What had been frustrating were the **** glares that he had received from passersby. For some reason, the sight of an older man riding in the passenger seat of a car with three young women caused no end of disapproval among the general public. The immediate thought among the drive thru crew with regards to the situation was not paternal, but rather seeking arrangement.

"Hey, so... you want a lift to class next time? You know... save you the bus trip?" Miki asked from the rolled down window. She had leaned her elbow out of the car, in a classic pose of relaxed cool.

"I don't mind the bus. I thought you kids these days were all into saving the planet." Robin joked back, trying to call attention to exactly how old he was compared to the smiling girl.

"Oh come on, everybody knows that a direct trip saves more fuel than idling a huge bus for one or two people." Miki countered with a grin.

Robin wanted to retort, but at the moment he couldn't think of one. He shook his head with a smile, patting his hand against the side of the car.

"Well, you always... mumble mumble seven thirty." Miki commented turning the words into her hand.

Robin paused, unsure of what she said.

"What?" He leaned closer to the young woman, who said something unintelligible once again.

"I said Mumble mumble peas carrots murmer murmer." Miki said earnestly, causing Robin to shake his head and wonder if he'd taken one too many blows to the head that night.

He leaned in again, making sure that he could hear her over the sound of the idling car. His head was now a mere few inches from her. Whatever she had to say, he couldn't possibly miss it this time.

Miki kissed him. Right on the lips. Her mouth was active on him, and he felt her tongue experimentally probe at the crease of his slightly parted lips before slipping in. Her hand no longer was holding on to the car door, but now had a firm grip on his shirt. Robin knew exactly how strong that grip was, and for a moment was stunned by the fact that he was being made out with by a teenage girl, right in front of the entire neighborhood.

Robin quickly regained his balance, and was unsure how to react as Miki continued to kiss him, her tongue practically ramming down his throat. She was enthusiastic, he had to give her that, but far too aggressive to actually turn him on. It was like she was trying to show him that she liked him through sheer brute ****.

Robin's fingers found Miki's hand and firmly pulled it away from his shirt as he broke the kiss. He breathed a ragged exhale, looking into her exhilarated eyes.

"You're always a sucker for feints." Miki gasped, a bright smile creasing her features. "So... pick you up for class on Wednesday?"

"Sure... uh... sure..." Robin nodded, unable to process anything other than the need to get in the house. He knew that if he started whipping his head around to see if anybody was watching people would immediately take interest, so he tried to act like being **** kissed by a teen gal was a normal thing in his day to day life. Well, maybe with Viola...

The small car practically peeled off, leaving Robin with a head spinning slightly more than usual. The mechanical process of getting into the house and dropping his gym clothes in the washer was automatic, and the only sounds in the house were quiet ones from upstairs, in the direction of Titania's room.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, and flipped open the aging thing when the sound of Lauren's ringtone pulsed.

"Robin's Mortuary, You Stab 'em, we Slab 'em." He mumbled, his mind still on the fact that he could still taste a bit of Miki's chicken nuggets.

"Is that what you call what we do?" Lauren's voice cut through the little speaker, and Robin laughed in response.

"Hey babe... I'm totally wiped right now." Robin leaned back on the couch, enjoying the moment. "But if you wanted to come over here and **** me."

"Oh that is a dire temptation..." Lauren began.

"So, that's a temptation with a dire template... hmm, let's see." Robin quipped back.

"Oh I'm tempted, but I just got a lovely little invitation from our favorite kitty." Lauren replied with a grin. "Looks like another girls night out with those gals that got you going. They like my singing."

"Damn, well don't let me stop you. Because..." Robin tried to sit up when a sudden twinge in his leg caused him to lean back again. "Yah, I'm down for the count. I'm just gonna hit the shower and crash tonight. I uh... I kinda need to talk to you about some things but it's nothing major, it can wait."

Robin's mind flitted to the kiss with Miki. He shouldn't have kissed her. A curl in his gut roiled at the thought that he had agreed to let her drive him to class in the haze of lust. Dammit, he had to stop thinking with his dick. The last thing he needed was to go out and get even more turned on.

"Ah... well, Stacey will be a little disappointed, but I'll tell her we fantasized about her." Lauren joked.

"Oh you're terrible. Give Vee a kiss for me, ok?" Robin cast about for a controller, his hand finally finding the plastic item.

"Will do. I love you!" Lauren's voice was happy and when he replied the same, she clicked off with a flourish.

Robin didn't get past loading a game before he found his eyes drooping, and the abandoned controller bounced off the carpet after falling from his hand.