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“Could we go through your safewords again?” Theon half-gestured to her head, “Peace of mind.”
“Green for keep going, Amber for,” Robb held up her fingers in air quotes, “‘slow down, we need to have a chat about this’, and Red for stop.” she smiled up at Theon from where she sat, cross-legged on the bed next to her, her wide blue eyes full of trust and something far too close to devotion for Theon’s liking.
And, if Theon was honest, that scared the shit out of her.
She loved Robb with all her heart, that wasn’t a secret. Shit, she’d loved her with the same crazed, burning intensity since they were five fucking years old, and she was at a point in her life, and her recovery, where she could confidently say Robb loved her back. However, she didn’t think she’d ever get used to the expression Robb was giving her now, the one that so openly said ‘I’m yours. I trust you more than anyone. I need you. Take me.’ Theon loved it more than she was willing to admit. So she didn’t. Admit it, that is.
Theon swallowed roughly and reached out her right hand to Robb’s left, three long, dexterous, fingers curling over five thick, calloused, ones, “Are you completely sure you want to do this? Today?”
Through her lashes, Robb held Theon’s gaze steadily, “I’m sure if you’re sure, honey. That’s how it goes.”
The conversation had come about a few weeks prior. After six months or so of being back, comfortably, in the rhythm of a sexual relationship, Theon was the one who had bit the bullet and brought it up. She’d noticed over the past half a year, and even further back (when they were teenagers tentatively touching each other under the cover of darkness, silently giggling in giddy fear when they heard Catelyn Stark’s footsteps along the hallway), Robb’s inclination towards praise. Submission. It wasn’t that difficult to spot, the way she’d flush so deeply and lose the ability to make eye contact if she was ever called pretty, or how she’d look so intently to the eyes of her elders after completing a noteworthy task, something akin to desperation shining in her search for validation.
Theon thought it was logical too, even before they talked about it, Robb’s need to ‘let go’ in bed, definitely mirrored her own preferences. Theon had extended experiences of little to no control in her personal life (her abusive childhood, her struggles with gender dysphoria and expression, Ramsay, and more recently: the monotony of constant CBT, and physical therapy, and not being trusted to live on her own). Therefore, she thought that her own partiality towards dominance in the bedroom was to be expected, a space where she could take all control and wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences. A space where no one would get truly hurt.
This had been the case for years, she remembered rainy evenings back in her old bedroom, at seventeen or eighteen, her dad away for the weekend and Asha out cold (surrounded by beer bottles on the sofa), tying Robb to her single bed with nothing but craft ribbon, both of them moaning so loud Theon worried they would wake the neighbours. These endeavours were always severely under-negotiated, Theon cringed looking back at them in her mind's eye. Nothing ever went really wrong, but the lack of dialogue around everything they did was, with hindsight, embarrassingly unsafe.
In Robb’s case, she had spent the last fifteen months or so looking after her four younger siblings pretty much all by herself, and years before that, her constant feeling of the weight of the whole world on her shoulders as the eldest child of Ned Stark. If she wanted her girlfriend to be a bit rough with her in the privacy of her own bedroom, Theon thought that made perfect sense.
Theon had ambushed her (for lack of a better word) with the topic as they were binge watching ‘Would I Lie To You?’ together in bed one night. Theon had thought that the show’s sheer lack of sexual appeal for her lesbian girlfriend (she couldn’t say the same for herself, she’d always had a soft - or should she say hard? - spot for Lee Mack) would make for a forgiving kink negotiation battle ground. She waited for the ‘Quickfire Lies’ section to start and promptly pulled out the bullet-pointed list of discussion points in her notes app.
This led them both to now: house empty, warm-toned lamps glowing pleasantly, and Theon’s ‘sensual music’ rumbling out softly from the speakers, the playlist artfully named ‘Lesbian Sex (Fun)’.
“Okay,” Theon let her trademark grin spread across her face; she closed the gap between Robb and herself, catching her lips in a hard kiss. Robb let out a soft whine, holding Theon’s hand tighter in hers. After a second, Theon broke the kiss and shifted slightly to the right, ghosting her lips along the shell of Robb’s ear, relishing in the cool brush of Robb’s piercings against her mouth, “Strip.”
Robb flushed so deeply she was almost the same colour as her hair; it consistently amazed Theon just how easy it was to get her girlfriend any degree of wound up. Slipping off the bed, Robb hastily tugged her ‘The Lost World: Jurassic Park’ shirt over her head, facing partially away from Theon; she wasn’t wearing a bra, so the long, full outline of her breast was already partially on view, now free for Theon’s viewing pleasure; Robb’s nipples already hardening in the cold air. Theon reached out from her spot on the bed and reeled Robb in by a firm hand on the upper curve of her hip, “No, baby, I want you to give me a show.”
Robb stared at Theon with single-minded concentration, her self-consciousness and her desire to please her girlfriend so clearly at war. The latter evidently won out, as Robb’s next move was to slip the waistband of her flannel pajama pants below her hips, exposing her belly button piercing and the spaghetti straps of her lacy pink thong. Theon brought her other hand up so they could both rest on Robb’s hip dips, “Well done baby, so beautiful for me,” she pulled Robb in closer so she could suck a kiss into her abs, “so pretty.”
Robb stared down at her in awe, eyes beginning to grow misty at Theon’s compliments.
“So,” Theon sucked another kiss into Robb’s stomach, “you gonna strip for me? Or what?’
Jolted back into action, Robb shimmied the rest of the way out of her trousers and kicked them haphazardly behind her. Theon ran her hands reverently down Robb’s thighs, they were freckled and thick, with covert layers of muscle that flexed under her cool touch. She could spend the rest of her life between those thighs and die happy.
Robb’s nose twitched in anticipation, her hands hovering at her sides, “What about… these?” She motioned to her slowly dampening panties. Theon ran a finger thoughtfully along the g-string, “Keep them on for now. Wanna see how wet they get.” She reached up and cupped Robb’s cheek, rubbing her thumb possessively over the smooth line of her jaw. She swallowed again, her voice coming out low and hoarse, “Get on your knees, love.”
The speed at which Robb dropped to the floor was near comedic, her knees hitting the floor with a dull thud. Theon laughed softly, reaching out to run her fingers through Robb’s auburn curls, her dark red locks glowing almost golden in the warm lamp-light. She laid her palm against the side of Robb’s face, feeling her shuddery exhale. Taking a grounding breath, Theon caressed her cheek and let her hand fall away.
Now or never.
Theon brought her hand back across Robb’s face with a crack, Robb choking out a high pitched whimper.
This had been a more recent development, i.e. not on Theon’s carefully crafted bullet point list of observations. Robb had sought her out the next morning, pressing her face into the back of Theon’s neck as she was doing her makeup. Theon had tried to meet her eyes in the mirror but Robb’s gaze was glued determinedly to the floor. “How would you feel… about, maybe, slapping me?”
For a few days Theon had given it some thought; she knew how difficult it was for Robb to assert her wants, or needs, but she didn’t want to give her a ‘yes’ if she was going to back out as soon as they got started. In the same vein, she didn’t want to give a ‘no’ if there was a chance she would like it. Theon’s question of her own enthusiasm on the subject was, thankfully, very quickly answered as, near simultaneous with Robb’s moan, she felt all of the heat in her body immediately rush to her testes.
“Colour, baby?”
“Green, fuck, green.” Robb growled, voice wrecked from her arousal and eyes slipping shut.
Theon clucked her tongue, enjoying this somehow even more than she thought she would. “Nuh uh, honey, eyes on me.”
Robb’s eyes flew back open, pupils blown out wider than Theon had ever seen them. “Good girl.” She teased. Robb’s favourite phrase. Before she had a chance to react Theon struck her again, this time on the opposite cheek. Robb barked out a moan, clenching her thighs together. Fuck, those thighs. Robb held her gaze fiercely, eyes filling up with tears from the second, harder, blow.
“So good for me baby. So pretty.” Theon licked her lips, her hand back in Robb’s hair, “You wanna give me head babe? Show me how good you can be?”
Vigorously nodding her head, Robb shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, her hands flying to the waistband of Theon’s boxers.
Theon slapped her hands away with the demeanour of somebody shooing their pet dog off of the sofa, “Awww, who said you could touch, honey?”
Robb’s eyes widened impossibly further, a few tears slipping down her cheeks, “Sorry.”
Gently petting Robb’s hair, Theon shushed her, “No, baby, it’s ok. You’re doing so well obeying me.” She lifted her hips up off the bed enough to pull her underwear down over her tattooed hipbone, exposing the inked guitar tabs for one of her favourite songs, Broken Social Scene’s “Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl”, and more importantly, her rapidly hardening erection.
She flicked her own side bangs out of her eyes, brushing her long dyed honey-coloured hair behind her shoulders. She thought she needed a touch up of the colour soon, but Robb said she liked the gradient between her black roots to the blonde.
Robb, ever eager to please, did her best to take Theon into her mouth with one swallow, yet almost immediately, as was Theon’s expectation, her gag reflex kicked in and she slid (as sensually as she could… bless her) back down to the head. Theon let her head loll back at the sensation, exhaling a relieved moan, one hand having migrated to the back of Robb’s head, keeping a secure grip on her curls.
In the mood for reminiscing, while her body was slowly filling with pleasure, Theon let her mind wander to the first few times Robb had given her head. Sixteen and essentially clueless about the ins and outs of AMAB anatomy, she had jumped at the task with the same righteous determination she would employ to anything else. It would’ve made Theon laugh if it wasn’t so heart-wrenching. Robb’s beautiful effort.
As Theon neared climax, her hand in Robb’s hair grew tighter, a poor substitute for the slapping that wouldn’t have really worked in that position, she supposed. At the strengthening of Theon’s grip, Robb let out something between a hiss and a whimper, which would’ve worried Theon if it wasn’t for the subsequent, frankly obscene, moan around her cock.
Theon’s vision temporarily stuttered out as she came - whining a stream of praise, and when she had blinked enough of it back, she was met with the gorgeously endearing sight of Robb kneeling at her feet, nipples fully erect and legs clenched together with impressive tension, mouth full of the clear, sticky fluid that was Theon’s cum. Waiting for her girlfriend’s instructions.
Letting out a soft, wheezy laugh, Theon propped herself up on her elbow and reached for the wastepaper basket, “You can spit it out, darling. You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” She reached over for Robb’s water bottle on the bedside table whilst she spat Theon’s cum into the basket, “Drink.”
Robb raised her hands cautiously and, at Theon’s nod, took the bottle out of her hands, taking a large swig to swill her mouth out. Theon lazily watched from the bed as the red mark of her hand slowly bloomed across Robb’s face. She suddenly felt a hard pang of shame at taking so much pleasure in what she had abruptly rationalised was essentially nothing more than hurting her girlfriend.
“Hey, honey, time out for a sec,” she hesitated, “shit, uh, ‘Amber’. Are you here with me? Can we chat?”
Robb nodded jerkily, setting her water bottle back up on the side table and focusing her full attention on Theon.
“Robb, love, I’m gonna stop, uh, slapping you for the rest of the night. I don't wanna take you too far out of it so i’ll make this quick. You haven’t done anything wrong, and I’ve loved what we’ve done so far, I just don’t think we discussed that… aspect of our plans well enough before we started. I’m still fully up for the other things we talked about, I just want to take a break from the… slapping.” Theon floundered slightly, “Are you okay with that? Did you catch everything?”
Robb nodded again, albeit absentmindedly, “Yes, yep-” She trailed off, muttering something under her breath.
“Can you tell me your colour, baby?”
“Green! Green,” Robb’s eyes snapped back up to Theon’s, holding her gaze with an anxious intensity, “I was just, uh, I didn’t know if…”
“What is it, babe? Is everything okay?”
“IwaswonderingifmaybeIcouldsituponthebedbecausemykneeskindof… hurt.” Robb pushed out all in one breath.
Theon laughed, the tension in her shoulders dissipating, “Course, baby.” She offered a hand to Robb, who cracked her neck before slipping her palm into Theon’s, pulling herself up onto the bed. Theon internally cringed at the way Robb, even in the haze of submission that was washing over her, fully supported her own weight - holding Theon’s hand only for the sake of touching her. Robb had never had the best relationship with her weight, or her body, this much Theon knew. She was short, stocky and muscular, with a naturally wide ribcage and wider hips. In Theon’s opinion, this only solidified her status as the hottest thing since sliced bread; unfortunately Robb didn’t share her sentiment.
Luckily for her, despite Robb’s issues with her own, one body she did love was Theon’s. She’d helped Theon so much in reclaiming herself back in the early days after Ramsay, paying for tattoo appointments to cover scarring, helping her administer her oestrogen shots, and constantly doing everything in her power to remind Theon of her own autonomy. It was still obviously a daily struggle, but now, nearly four years on, she could look in the mirror and recognise what she was faced with, even like it. She thought it was high time to at least try to repay the favour.
Once Robb was seated on the bed, her back to the pillows, Theon started to make slow work of finally stripping down herself, massaging her tits as she pulled the black ribbed cami top over her torso. Robb gasped with arousal, stretching out her legs from where they’d been pulled up in front of her. Giggling, Theon pulled the top the rest of the way off, crawling forward so Robb’s legs bracketed her own. She lent down, pressing her lips to Robb’s and tasting herself on her tongue. She pulled on Robb’s bottom lip with her teeth as they parted and smirked, “Unclasp my bra.”
Robb rushed to encircle Theon’s torso with her arms, fumbling with the clasp, aching to free her girlfriend's breasts. Theon’s small, perky boobs sprung free as Robb cast aside the bra. They were Theon’s pride and joy, having stopped growing just under a year ago (they were, Theon thought smugly, the perfect size and shape to match up with the rest of her body).
Arms falling back against the pillow, Robb’s breathing grew heavier, awaiting instructions. Theon ran her hands down Robb’s toned biceps, her head going fuzzy with the feeling of Robb laid out like this for her, pliant and yielding. Her girlfriend, while nearly a head shorter, was at least three times stronger than her, and couldn’t be feasibly overpowered by most people, let alone Theon. So this level of trust Robb showed, both physically and emotionally, meant more to Theon than she could ever express.
She ducked down to mouth at Robb’s neck, sucking hickies there to match the ones on her stomach, “You wanna touch, baby?”
Only a sliver of the blue in Robb’s eyes remained visible as she nodded enthusiastically.
“Use your words.”
“Yes!” Robb choked out, “Please.”
Theon mimed mulling it over (weaponised drama GCSE, which Theon is still half-mad about Robb encouraging her to take), “Well, since you’ve been such a good girl for me tonight, I don’t see why not.”
Robb slid down the bed a few inches, caressing Theon’s waist and propping herself up onto her elbows, fitting her mouth around one of Theon’s nipples and kissing softly across her breast, careful not to leave any marks. Letting out a laugh which quickly devolved into a moan, Theon ran her nails across Robb’s shoulders, leaving red marks in her wake that, to her (what she told herself was) relief, would disappear nearly as soon as they came.
After relishing in the holy sensation that was her girlfriend’s mouth for a minute or two, Theon stilled Robb’s movements with a firm hand on her chin, “Lie back down, love. That’s enough for now.”
Robb lowered herself back onto the pillows, loath to leave Theon’s cleavage. Theon snorted, brushing Robb’s hair out of her eyes, “You comfortable?”
Robb made a quiet noise of affirmation.
“Good.” Theon smirked, lowering herself over Robb’s neck, nipping and biting at the delicate skin there, “So beautiful baby, all mine,” she leant up to capture Robb’s mouth in a kiss, “all mine.”
Moaning into Theon’s mouth, Robb’s hips jerked up involuntarily, brushing against her groin. Making a face of mock surprise, Theon pulled away, “Not yet, missy!” She drawled, shaking her head, “I may have to teach you to,” she roughly dragged her thumb across Robb’s nipple, eliciting a near shout of ecstasy, “wait your turn.”
Lifting her hips higher off of the bed, hoping to prevent any further interruptions, Theon set back to work at kissing Robb. “You’re so pretty, baby. I wanna show you how pretty you are, make you feel it.”
A few tears slipped from Robb’s eyes where she’d let her eyelids fall heavy. Theon kissed the tracks they left and moved further on top of Robb to kiss her eyelids, her brow, her twice-broken nose, her freckled cheeks, “I love how you look, Robb. So sexy, so beautiful.” She paused, debating where to start, “I love your crow’s feet,” she kissed them, “your nose, your freckles, fuck, your lips. So fucking full, and, like, kiss-swollen. Ready for me. Shit, babe, I could come just thinking about your lips. I have.”
Robb let out another whine, thick with emotion, her eyes open and brimming with tears. Theon moved further down, “Your shoulders, babe, your arms. My fucking goddess of sex.” She scraped her teeth along Robb’s bicep, sucking a hickey into the tender skin of her forearm, “I always feel so… protected and safe when you’re around. In deeper ways, sure, but just on surface level - I know you could fucking murk anyone who’d ever wanna try me, babe, and look,” Theon let her eyes roll back into her head at the mental image, “so fucking hot doing it.”
Robb tried a watery laugh, “Theon, babe, you really don’t have to-”
Theon cut her off, “Who said you could talk?”
Robb’s jaw clamped shut immediately, and, after thinking for a second, Theon added, “Colour?”
Sucking in a breath, Robb’s expression was pure joy as her tears wet the pillow beneath her, “Green, baby.”
“Green.” Theon repeated, grinning, “Now, where was I?” She shifted to the left, so she was eye-level with Robb’s sternum, “Ah, yes. My best girls.”
Robb giggled again, and quickly started whimpering when Theon took a hold of her boobs, massaging them just slow enough to be slightly sadistic. “Where do I even start with these beauties?” She bent down to lick an agonising circle around one impressively sensitive nipple, “The eighth and ninth wonders of the world, respectively.”
She kissed up the light pink stretch marks, present since they were both teenagers, “I remember the first time you let me put my face it your boobs, fuck! Heaven on earth.” She pulled back to look Robb in the eye, still cupping her tits safely in her hands, “Can I tell you a secret?”
Robb nodded again, smiling in beautiful reverence, and Theon lent down in a conspiratorial manner, so that they were almost nose to nose, “Your boobs… are my favourite boobs. Ever. I love them to an unhealthy, codependent extent.”
Robb was laughing, crying, and moaning now.
“Don’t laugh!” Theon exclaimed in mock embarrassment, “I’m being for real! And you know how much I love my own boobs, so me admitting that I prefer yours? You know I mean business.”
Theon closed the tiny gap between them, their giddy smiles connecting briefly before she pulled back and lowered herself down the bed. Robb whined at the loss.
Grinning, Theon rested her chin on Robb’s stomach, looking up the bed at her writhing girlfriend. “You’ve been doing so well, baby. Just let me finish showing how much,” she squeezed the side of Robb’s arse, “I love you.”
Lifting herself further off the bed, Theon ran her fingertips gently across Robb’s midsection, tracing the three patches of discolouration and disfigured skin that were the gunshot exit wounds she’d obtained at her uncle’s wedding nearly ten years ago. Theon pressed her lips to each of them in turn, paying specific attention to the gnarly interlocking scar tissue further up Robb’s abdomen; a stab wound from the same night. Robb hadn’t talked about any of her scars from the attempts on her life since what had happened with Theon and Ramsay; Theon presumed this was because she felt guilty lamenting over her old wounds now Theon had so many new ones of her own. However, Theon remembered being sixteen, tucked up next to Robb in her hospital bed, holding her as tight as she could without hurting her whilst Robb cried her eyes out over how she would never even have the potential to be attractive now, with her midsection wrapped in reddening bandages and her chances of ever having biological children considerably slimmed.
Theon didn’t say anything when Robb cried a little harder at the touch of her lips against her abdomen, she instead reached out to her right and tightly entangled Robb’s fingers with her own, giving them a squeeze as she moved her touch down to Robb’s hip.
Robb squeezed back fiercely, whining when Theon tugged playfully at her thong with her teeth. Theon licked up Robb’s stretch marks, biting a kiss into the sensitive skin in the crease between the muscle of her thigh and the curve of her stomach; she lightly rested her mouth against the front of Robb’s soaked panties, eliciting a near pained whimper. Theon smiled against Robb’s pussy, “What do you think, love? Time for the strap?”
Robb frantically nodded her head, automatically reaching for the lowest drawer in the bedside table. Before she could process her next action, Theon dug her nails possessively into where her hands were braced at Robb’s hips, effectively stopping her girlfriend in her tracks. Robb whipped her head back to Theon, eyes wide and chest still heaving.
Theon swallowed, “Colour?”
Robb sunk back onto the pillow, sighing when her back cracked. She gazed at Theon through her lashes, “Green.”
Theon felt wet heat curl in the pit of her belly, the beginnings of another erection already, “Beautiful,” she briefly dug her nails deeper into Robb’s hips before abruptly tugging down her thong and pressing a kiss to her clitoris, “I’ll get the strap. You stay there, pretty girl.”
Theon was already prepped, and as she stretched across her girlfriend to retrieve her strap and more lube, she felt the plug in her arse shift pleasantly, drawing out a soft groan of pleasure. Returning to her place between her girlfriend’s legs, Theon tapped Robb’s ankle: cue for Robb to raise her outstretched legs so that Theon could slip their impressively unrealistic grey and white sparkly strap up to her groin. The toy was double sided, so Theon was careful in going about sliding the smaller end into Robb’s slick vagina as she tightened the straps around her hips.
Robb was a writhing mess now, and Theon made a mental note that her overtired, and very-soon-to-be-overstimulated, girlfriend wasn’t likely to last much longer; and, with a quick glance at the clock, she logged that their glorious window of opportunity for sexual experimentation was closing for the night, as the hour hand inched towards eight.
Theon moved up the bed so that she was straddling Robb’s stomach; she bent down to suck at her neck, her hand winding into and tugging lightly at the curls at the base of Robb’s head, “Take my plug out.”
Robb made a noise hallway between a gasp and a whine and reached down to gently tug the plug from Theon’s ass. Letting out a low whine from the loss, Theon nipped at Robb’s neck again, rubbing her sides, “You ready darling?”
Robb squirmed beneath her, nodding her head enthusiastically. Theon smirked and aligned her hips with the strap, keeping Robb waiting for an excruciating moment longer before sinking down on to it and moaning unabashedly. Theon arched her back, acclimatising to the feeling inside of her, now almost fully erect again.
“Fucking hell,” Robb choked out, “you are so, unbelievably, beautiful.”
Theon shifted on the strap, causing it to rub against Robb’s clitoris and drawing moans from both of them. Theon tutted distractedly and dug her fingernails into Robb’s sides, “Tonight’s supposed to be about you, princess.”
Robb barked out a wet laugh, “Princess? That one’s new.”
Theon felt herself redden, “Shut up. I’m trying to be all fucking… cool and dom here.”
Robb lent up, letting out a sharp whine at the movement of the strap inside both of them, “You’re succeeding, baby. Big time.” She pecked Theon on the lips and gave her a watery yet reassuring look through her lashes, “I love you.”
Theon felt a few tears prick at her own eyes at that, “Love you too, babe.”
“Don’t you mean ‘Princess’?” Robb intoned teasingly, lowering herself back down.
Gasping indignantly, Theon pinched the sensitive skin on Robb’s side, “If you’re just gonna make fun of me, then I won’t,” she cleared her throat, trying to stop herself from laughing as she prepared her shittiest Nosferatu impression, “bounce on it, ker-ay-zee style.”
Robb’s eyebrows shot up as she barked another high laugh, she covered her face with her hand as she groaned fondly, “Fuck me.”
Theon grinned wickedly, “If you say so.” As she would later tell multiple people (much to Robb’s exasperation), she proceeded to bounce on it. Crazy style.
With Theon’s nails digging into her hips and the strap grinding into her vulva, Robb quickly dropped back down into the comfortable mental plush of subspace, arching off the bed with an animalistic whine. Her hips bucked up as she panted, following the frantic rhythm Theon was setting.
Their whines and gasps mixed together, cutting through the softly lamplit air in a strangely beautiful song that Theon was pretty sure would never make Top 40. She brushed her hair behind her shoulders, tipping her head back in ecstasy and letting out a guttural moan, “Fuck! Holy shit, Robb,” she splayed a firm hand across Robb’s toned, scarred stomach, “so fucking gorgeous. Shit!”
Robb pressed up against Theon’s hand, craving her girlfriend’s touch, “I love you so much, I love you, I love you, thank you-” she continued like this, professions of love and thanks streaming from her at the same pace as her tears. Theon quicked her movements as she drew nearer to climax, reaching for Robb’s hand and tightly intertwining their fingers; Robb gripped back desperately, still muttering her almost-prayer. With an ecstatic shout, Theon came untouched across Robb’s stomach, quickly followed by a bark of release from her girlfriend.
Theon collapsed next to Robb, still gripping her hand. She flopped onto her side, pillowing her head on the arm that was linked with her girlfriend’s. Robb’s eyes were screwed shut, her breasts rising and falling with heavily, considerably well-fucked, breaths. Theon grinned lazily and started to kiss languidly up Robb’s arm, nudging her nose against her girlfriend’s cheek when she reached it. Robb’s eyes fluttered open, her pupils shrinking at the light; her lips upturned into an exhausted smile, turning to lock eyes with Theon.
“Hey, baby.” Robb reached out for her girlfriend, ever tactile but specifically after sex.
Before Robb could move any closer to her, Theon reluctantly clambered up onto all fours and stumbled off of the bed, groaning. Robb made a hurt face, muttering a small, “Nooo,” and outstretching an arm to where Theon had gingerly made her way round to her side of the bed.
Theon smiled gently at her, taking her warm hand in her own and kissing her knuckles, “One sec, love, gotta get something to clean you off.”
Robb looked down confusedly at the clear, sticky substance on her abs, as if it was the first time she’d ever seen it. Theon huffed a tired giggle at her girlfriend and proceeded to stumble to their en suite bathroom, her ass gloriously sore.
She grabbed a small washcloth from the cupboard and wetted it under the warm tap. She chanced a glance at herself in the mirror and softly laughed at what she saw, her hair a mess and her mascara smudged into panda-eyes. She grabbed a hair-tie from the vanity on her way back in, and tugged her hair up into a one-handed, loose imitation of a bun.
Robb was laid flat out on the bed, hands covering her eyes and still breathily a bit too heaving for Theon’s liking. Clearing her throat to announce her presence, Theon swung a leg up over the bed and resumed her position of straddling Robb’s legs, only this time to gently wipe away the evidence of their activities. Robb uncovered her face to reveal a watery smile, reaching up to caress Theon’s cheek. Theon tossed the dirtied cloth behind her onto the hardwood floor, eliciting a snort from Robb.
Making grabby hands at her girlfriend, Robb jutted out her bottom lip, “Theon, baby, please.” The ‘hold me’ was unspoken. Theon bent down to chastely kiss her on the lips, “Only a little longer baby.”
She heaved herself back off the bed and crossed the room to the dresser, “Just getting some PJs, babe.” She grabbed two loose cotton t-shirts and sets of shorts, all Robb’s and themed in some endearingly ridiculous way. She slipped into the ‘Deadpool’ shorts and pulled the ‘Orange Is The New Black’ shirt over her head, tossing the other items of clothing towards Robb.
By the time she flopped back down next to Robb, they were both kitted out in vaguely matching pajamas. Robb near-tackled her in her quest to wrap herself around her girlfriend as tightly as possible. Theon made a small cooing sound and reciprocated, relishing the feeling of her girlfriend’s head buried in the crook of her neck. They lay there for a while, cocooned in each other’s warmth.
After about ten minutes of basking in each other’s presence and the relative quiet (bar quiet murmurs of love and praise, and the low rumble of Theon’s playlist), Robb made a pained noise as she blindly reached out behind her for her phone, checking the time. She sighed, setting it back down with a thunk.
Kissing Theon’s neck softly, she murmured “We should probably discuss it before they all get back. The good, the bad, the sexy; the whole she-bang.”
Theon made a fondly confused face at ‘She-bang’, but pressed a kiss against Robb’s temple, “Sure, love.”
Pushing out another tired sigh, Robb nuzzled further into Theon’s neck, her ginger curls tickling her girlfriend’s nose. “I’m sorry about the whole… slapping thing, like, I knew deep down that it was probably a bit too early to start doing actual, real, like, dom/sub stuff and, yeah, no, I am really-”
Before she could apologise again, Theon cut her off by rubbing a firm hand down her freckled back, under her ‘Yellowjackets’ shirt, “No, no, Robb, please don’t be sorry,” she kissed the side of Robb’s face again as a form of reassurance, “it was just,” she mirrored Robb’s sigh, “I think I may have found it, like, shit, too sexy? I just felt really, I don’t know, guilty for finding your… pain sexy, I don’t know.”
Robb lifted her head to look directly into Theon’s eyes, comforting blue boring into sheepish brown, “Theon, baby, I can promise you from the bottom of my heart,” she lifted one of Theon’s hands so it was cupping her boob, drawing a surprised laugh from her girlfriend, “that I did not in any way, shape, or form, feel actual, true pain during that session.”
When Theon raised an eyebrow in disbelief, Robb nodded her head, conceding, “Okay, it did sting a little bit,” she kissed Theon on the bridge of her nose, “but only in a way I really liked.”
Theon stared intently at her girlfriend’s face, trying to map every last freckle and mark and tiny scar. She cleared her throat again, suddenly choked up, “Did I make you feel… Did you feel good? Did it work?”
Robb’s cool breath fanned out in a laugh against Theon’s collarbone, “Very much so, yes.”
Theon nodded distractedly before snapping her gaze back to Robb’s, “Good, good. I dunno, you’re just, so, so insanely sexy and hot and the works, and, like, I know you don’t think that about yourself, so I wanted to-” she cut herself off, “Sorry, I don’t really know how to articulate… whatever. You’re just, quite literally, the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen, and I wanted to,” she chose her next words carefully, “help you to feel that.”
Robb was crying softly again now (another point of insecurity, Theon knew, how quick she was to tears), but smiling even moreso, “Yeah,” she drew Theon in for a long, hard kiss that seemed to say ‘Thank you’, “it did.” She sniffed, “It really did.”
At that moment, Robb’s phone alarm went off, signalling that she needed to start making dinner, “Saved by the bell.”
Theon chuckled as her girlfriend stretched out, groaning, still safely in her embrace. She pressed another kiss, firmer this time, into her hair, “Love you, Robb.”
Robb grinned up at her, pure love and adoration, “Love you too, baby. Thank you.”
As they both stretched and tentatively got up, making their way back into the rest of the world, (Theon making their bed and Robb tugging on her fluffy socks, ready to go downstairs and start currying onions), Stevie Nicks crooned out softly from the speakers;
“And if you see my reflection, in the snow covered hills, well, the landslide will bring it down. Oh, the landslide will bring it down.”