robbie montgomery (lordrobbie) wrote in onceuponadream, @ 2011-12-16 02:34:00 |
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It had been a couple of weeks, but Robbie still felt pretty bad about what had happened with Leslie at that party. He'd cheated on Hope, but that wasn't the whole problem here. The issue was that he'd liked it. The other issue was that he'd obviously upset Leslie. Their friendship seemed strained, at best, now and he really didn't know how to fix it. He saw his chance between classes when he spotted her at her locker. Maybe this was going to backfire on him, but he had to at least try to talk to her. "Leslie, hey," he greeted her once he'd stepped into place beside her. He flashed her what he really hoped was a charming grin. "Do you think we could, um.... Talk?" That sounded lame, but he didn't really know what else to say. Leslie wasn't really paying attention to anything around her, so when she heard a voice, a sultry male voice, she almost jumped and dropped her books, but she didn't. Every hair on the back of her neck rose up as she turned to see Robbie standing there. She felt like such an idiot. She had totally over reacted about those messages online and she wasn't sure how to fix it. She was paranoid he was going to hang out with his jock buddies and start some rumor about her. Then she freaked out because what better way to have a no strings relationship than to screw an already attached guy. That made her feel more than a little awful, though. Her friends said she wasn't the cheater, well Tiffani did at least. It wasn't like she was trying to seduce Robbie, but she had to admit to herself that she wouldn't mind doing it again. She wanted to do it again. But she couldn't just pursue him. If he pursued her though... So things had been difficult as Leslie went out of her way to avoid him. But she couldn't do that now. "Talk?" Leslie asked before shutting her locker and turning to him. "Um, sure," she said, "What's up?" Robbie hadn’t meant anything by his request. Well, not anything inappropriate, anyway. When he asked if they could talk, he actually wanted to talk to her. He hated the awkwardness between them since that party. He wanted to fix it, if he could. He was quiet for a moment as they walked before gesturing towards a closed door. It led to a closet and he pulled it open, hoping she’d be willing to follow him inside. It wasn’t that he couldn’t be seen with her, of course, but he was going to.. he didn’t know. Apologize or something. Either way, he figured it might end up being a conversation he didn’t want to have overheard. Leslie followed him as he motioned for them to walk, she assumed they were going to walk down the hall, or stand in this corner, but when he looked around and opened the door she raised an eyebrow at him. Was he serious? He wanted to talk to her in a nasty, disgusting, smelly mop closet. What the hell! But Robbie, though looking a little uncomfortable and on edge looking seemed insistent. She sighed and stepped inside. Had she really become this girl? Secret meetings in closets? What was next? Meeting in dark alleys with disguises so he could cheat without getting caught? This was getting ridiculous. But she missed her friend. And it had been awkward between them. But she didn't want to just babble on about how stupid she was. So she stepped inside the room and waited for Robbie. "What's up?" Leslie asked again. Her heart was racing, and she tried to swallow, but she couldn't think about anything except the smallness of this tiny room. Okay, so maybe a closet wasn't the most amazing idea. It wasn't really his first choice, but he didn't want to be overheard and there weren't a lot of "safe" spots at school. He'd kept rehearsing his thoughts in his head. When she questioned him, though, he merely shrugged helplessly, unsure of where to start. "I dunno," he admitted, dragging a frustrated hand through his hair. "I just... I miss you, okay, Les? I know I fucked everything up and it's my fault it's so awkward now, but I really miss my friend. Isn't there something we can do to fix this?" Leslie looked up at him, flustered and frustrated. These weren't the actions of someone who didn't care or was trying to take advantage of her. She could feel herself softening, that shield she kept up slowly melting away. Leslie stepped forward and touched his face softly, smiling up at him. She loved how small she was compared to him. "It's not your fault. We both just sort of screwed up. I miss you. I miss my friend, too." She bit her lip in that smiley, flirty way she liked to do and looked up at him. "I don't know what to do either, I just know I don't want to lose you." Robbie wasn’t acting like that, because it wasn’t him. He wasn’t usually the kind of guy to take advantage and he did care about Leslie. Maybe they weren’t BFFs, but she was a god friend and he definitely cared about her feelings. He hadn’t meant to use her or take advantage or anything. He hadn’t meant for anything to happen the way it had. And the fact that he liked it, the fact that he watched her looking up at him and biting her lip and he couldn’t helping remembering how it had felt to kiss her - that just made the seed of guilt in the pit of his stomach grow. He tried to ignore that feeling, though. He loved Hope. What had happened with Leslie was meaningless. He’d been drunk. It wasn’t something that could happen again. It wasn’t something he wanted to happen again, even if her touch to his face seemed to awaken certain desires in him. That was just,,, he had to ignore that. “You won’t,” he promised her, catching her hand with his and squeezing it in what he hoped was a comforting way. He wanted to hug her and after a moment’s hesitation, that’s waht he did. His arms slid around her and he pulled her to him, forcing himself to ignore the way her smaller frame fitted so nicely against his larger one. “You don’t have to worry, Les,” he mumbled against her hair. “I’m not going anywhere.” Leslie felt something stir inside her as Robbie's hand covered her. Her heart started to race at remembering other parts of his body covering her. And she would be lying if she said she didn't want more of that. But he had a girlfriend and she wasn't going to pursue anything. She was not about stealing someone else's boyfriend. When he pulled her close, she couldn't think about anything except for the feel of his arms around her, the smell of him, the way her head fit just perfect in his chest. Leslie wrapped her arms around Robbie, hugging him tightly. She sighed contentedly and stayed holding him for what was probably too long to be a hug between friends. "I wish this moment didn't have to end," she whispered. And she meant it. She really did, even though part of her recoiled at the attachment she was developing for Robbie. Robbie wasn't trying to start anything here. It was just a hug, just offering some comfort and reassurance to a friend. Even if he held on a little longer than he probably should have, he didn't really mean anything by it. He wasn't really sure what her comment meant, but he went with it all the same. Girls could be so confusing and he'd learned to just pretend he got it when they said things he didn't quite get. "We don't have to go back to class," he suggested. "We could just hang out for awhile." Even though he probably should, he didn't let go of her. He didn't want to admit it, but it felt kind of nice to hold her like this. Leslie stayed there in his arms for what she knew was too long. She didn't really know why she had said she wanted this moment to last forever, or whatever it was she had said in her smitten stupor. He had a girlfriend. Reluctantly she pulled away from him and looked up into his face. That gorgeous face with his hair falling just right around and his lips partially parted. She would never understand how she could be so averse to relationships and yet want nothing more to stay with this boy for the rest of time. "No, I should go. I'm failing math as it is almost. And it probably wouldn't look if you and I came sneaking out of some closet together." She didn't know what she expected as she stood there waiting, she was just glad that they were talking. "You're failing math?" Robbie made a slight face, a mix of sympathy and surprise. He'd always been a smart kid, always taken his above average grades for granted. Anything below a C was a grounding offense in his house, anyway and even the C's weren't looked on very favorably. The concept of actually failing a class was weird to him. Especially math. He was actually really good with numbers. Math was one of his favorite classes. Much better than English, anyway. He wasn't big on all the reading. "I could try and help you sometime," he suggested, shuffling his feet kind of awkwardly. "I mean, if you wanted." "Yeah," Leslie said shifting her weight as she stood by the door. She was embarrassed by her grades. It made her feel stupid. Math was just so hard to her. She didn't think that way. "I don't get math. It's just too linear and boring." Leslie turned and smiled at him. "Really? You would help me? That would get Mr. Williams off my back, especially since he's been threatening to call my big brother in. Robbie that would be so great." Leslie crossed back to him and hugged him, then kissed him softly on the cheek. A gesture too intimate for two friends, and had her heart racing. Robbie didn’t think much of the kiss to his cheek. Sure, he liked it, liked it when she hugged him and touched him. He liked the way his lips felt brushing against his skin. It was just a little friendly kiss, though. That’s what he told himself and he tried to deny that he wanted more. He held onto the hug, though, squeezing her tightly and lingering in the embrace without letting go. “Of course I would help you,” he told her with a smile. Without thinking, he reached over and brushed a strand of her hair off of her face, tucking it behind her ear. Helping her with math was perfectly innocent, right? He couldn’t possibly get himself into trouble doing that. Leslie loved the feeling of his arms around her. The lingering warmth. Everything. And as she pulled away, she immediately regretted it. Robbie's fingers trailing down her face, pushing that stray bit of hair out of the way sent a shiver through her spine. And she knew she wanted his hands all over her again. Maybe she should say something. Maybe she shouldn't. "You know," she started stepping closer and running her hand down the little bit of visible skin. "I'm pretty good at addition. And if you ever wanted to sneak away, work on some hidden variables, it could be our little secret. No strings. Just... You know. If you want." She looked up from her fingers and into his face, the edge of a smile breaking over the almost vulnerable look she could feel. God she was being forward, and feeling a little bit bad about it, but it was Robbie, and she really liked being with him. He was hot and intelligent and great in bed. They were in high school, it wasn't like he was married. They were supposed to try things out, experiment, have fun. Right? Robbie groaned softly at her touch. He shouldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t. He was attracted to Leslie, though. Undeniably attracted. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine and he couldn’t help remembering how good it had been. How good she’d made him feel. He loved Hope. He did. But here she was giving him an easy way to have his cake and eat it, too. Our little secret, she said. Despite the guilt that settled in the pit of his stomach, he liked the sound of that. “Okay,” he breathed, hardly aware he was speaking. Before he could stop himself, really think through what he was doing, he was bending down and pressing his lips to hers. She was supposed to be in class. She was supposed to be learning and things. She was supposed to be a good person, a good friend. Not--Not this. But when Robbie's lips touched hers it was all that she could do to not come completely undone. Instead she kissed him back softly at first, then her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers touching his hair, her hands sliding down and gripping his shoulders. She had to practically stand on her tiptoes to reach him as she pressed her body to him and deepened their kiss. Her lips moving over his, hard against him. Her tongue licked at his lips just slightly on the edge, wanting more, inviting him in. She could stay like this all day if he'd let her. And that thought terrified and exhilarated her. |