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Here's something no one in Paradisa would ever expect to see: Euri, grinning from ear to ear, on the verge of skipping down the sidewalk in City Royale. It's a bizarre sight, made even stranger by the fact that she seems to be bleeding a bit from the side of her head, and there's a nasty red mark on her arm that's threatening to turn into a bruise.

Yup, it's as if she doesn't even notice.

She pauses at a corner and looks around - checking to see if she can spot a specific person - and when she doesn't see him she continues on, not even the least bit annoyed. Very un-Euri-like, but in her mind she has every right to be utterly ecstatic.

Because today, on this perfectly average summer day, she managed to cast her first curse.

It's a big deal to Witches, and especially so to her, as virtually all of them are able to do as around thirteen. Five years late is a long time, but she isn't thinking about that right now. All that's on her mind is that she isn't a complete failure as a Witch, and therefore, still has a chance of fitting in.

It's the best feeling in the world, and it's one she wants to share with more than just Dog. Unfortunately, there are few people in Paradisa she can even discuss this with, and even fewer who would approve of curse casting. So she's hunting down probably the only person who would be okay with it, even if he's sometimes not the easiest person to find. She's starting to debate summoning Dog, so he can do his whole bloodhound tracker thing....

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Euri's first response is to let out a strained, anxious moan. He's stopped touching her and she feels even worse now and goddamnit if he's teasing her again -

- And then he's removing her panties. Oh. Oh. There's a flare of embarrassment rushing through her as she catches her breath. She's horny and really really naked down there and he's going for his pants too and she's wincing at how hard Robin is holding her leg, but it doesn't hurt that much and once she can get her arms around him again everything else is practically forgotten.

The abruptness of it all is what's making her suddenly tense and cry out. Pain shoots through her shoulder, and even though Robin isn't being that rough she's still unused to it.

Not that it's bad, she's realizing. She's nervous and a little scared and excited and all these emotions are meshing into one big rush she never got with Adel. Robin is unpredictable and unstable; it's as if being with him is some dangerous, unacceptable thing she isn't supposed to be doing.

Euri realizes she's got her nails in him again, but she lighten her grip. Instead, she purrs and presses her nails further into his shoulders and shifts her hips, finding the resulting sensations more than a little enticing. "....~"

"Mm..." It's a quiet, almost peaceful sound compared to his last. He lets her shift, relishing the feeling of her around him, his hand slipping away from her leg. Now that he's here, he thinks he can trust her to do what feels best.

He shifts inside of her, starting to move. He is gradual, maybe a little languid, at first; he's now a little preoccupied with her skin. He runs his tongue along the flowering red that's appeared where he bit her, the slight indents to her skin quickly fading. There's nothing better and more fulfilling than pleasure after pain, at least to him. More kisses at the end of it--there will always be more kisses, at least for her.

His pace slowly picks up as he moves to her mouth again, a little harsh (as a sweet payback for earlier). Now that he can afford it, one of his hands roams over her side and chest, eventually slipping under her bra to feel along (and tease) one of her breasts. If she thought keeping it on would somehow deter him... well, it obviously hasn't.

She's leaving her leg pulled up, foot resting on the bed to give herself a little leverage. Not that she's using it right away - her hips are going still when Robin begins to move, so she can get used to the feeling.

Funny, Euri was expecting to feel more self-conscious than she actually is. Maybe it's because she's been through this once before with Adel, maybe it's because the attention Robin is showering on her (even if some of it has been painful) is making it clear to her that he really doesn't care how little experience she's had. Either way, she doesn't try to bite back the small gasps and whimpers that escape her when he presses forward. The noises make it difficult to kiss him back, but she does her best, and makes up for it by grabbing his hair again.

His hand on her chest makes her jump, but when he really starts touching her she finds she's arching her back responsively. She's shy about her chest size (what girl her age wouldn't be?) but the garment is quickly becoming unnecessary.

No, not just unnecessary. It's now inconvenient.

Euri reluctantly pulls a hand away from Robin, so she reach behind her back and get at the clasps to her bra. As long as Robin keeps up with those touches she doesn't mind getting rid of the damn thing, flinging it away from the bed before her hands find his sides and trail downwards slowly.

He allows himself a celebratory smirk at that, a soft laugh between shallow breaths. It's kind of a victory, he thinks, since she was so reluctant to part with it earlier. He's more than happy to touch her more, especially with nothing in the way.

Hah, it's not really getting easier to breathe; not with what little air he's taking in. Her skin (or his?) is getting hot and their closeness is a little suffocating, but it's addicting and feels good and the tightness coiling up isn't something he can ignore anymore.

He wants more, but his balance is a little precarious--even now he's sometimes pressing down a little too hard against her ribs or her side (though he's honestly trying to avoid it) just to keep himself steady. To fix it he breaks their string of kissing and leans away a little, panting to catch his breath while he can...

And then he makes up for with his mouth what he can't do with his hands; he leans forward again, licking a long, hot line down the center of her chest before he runs his tongue over the rest. He expects both a hand and his mouth to make pretty quick work of things, especially with how he's able to speed up now, pressing himself inside of her again and again with a rising urge to find his edge.

The pressure isn't what's bothering Euri. Though it is making it harder and harder for her to catch her breath, she likes the feeling of his body pressed so hard up against her own.

It's the heat. It's inescapable and rippling through her body, but in a teasing way that's driving her crazy. Robin's is warm, too; his chest and his hands and his hips. His mouth, especially; his ministrations to her chest just makes her squirm and whimper with need.

And when he speeds up she can't take it anymore. Euri's moaning out his name, anxiously rocking her hips back against his in an effort to quell the heat, but it still isn't enough. She wants to scream in frustration, but settles for clawing up his back again, practically begging for him to go harder, faster.

His back again, skin more sensitive and sending jolts of sensation through him regardless of the touch; her clawing is exhilarating, the pain tenses him up and he moves faster, pushing harder, just like she wants.

He focuses most of his attention on that, now, anxious to finish. Just as she moans out his name, her own escapes in a mutter against her neck, right before a shiver and a heated moan against his volition.

Much better.

The begging ceases as Euri finds herself now focused on his movements, each thrust sending a heavy pulse of heat and pleasure rolling through her body. It's maddening, and it isn't much longer until she feels something in her break. Her muscles tense as she cries out, much louder this time, her climax crashing into her body with little warning. All she can do is cling to Robin and ride it out, her eyes squeezed shut and her back arching.

It doesn't take him very long to catch up, especially with a response like that (her arching around him, slick and tense and shuddering so vehemently), her cry loud enough to stay ringing in his ears in his head at the edges of his skull reverberating back down through his bones and ribs and spine and--

He pulls away and out of her before he arrives ('no need to complicate things' is one thought that stands out through the haze) but his finish leaves him no less out of breath, voice momentarily choked on a sound he doesn't want to let out.

Eventually he sighs, though, happily leaning back down and nuzzling at her neck, leaving more kisses. Mm, he liked that one... and the scratches at his back are healing up without so much as a smear of blood left to show for it.

Euri is left trembling and panting for air, still clinging to him even as her body gradually relaxes. A heady fuzziness is settling down on her, and it's a few moments before her eyes slide open.

Vaguely she realizes her stockings are still on, but her attention is drawn to Robin. Loosening her grip, she tilts her head back so he has easier access to her neck, and sighs contentedly. Her body feels all tingly and warm and satisfied, and she has absolutely no desire to move from this spot.

So yeah. That happened.

The late morning had him up and about, getting coffee and other things started. Now he's sitting around on the one of two provided kitchen chairs, bare feet propped up against the edge of the seat, mostly just waiting for Euri to wake up--and not for the first time, he notes.

He's taken a couple of precautions to make sure she doesn't immediately run off, in case she panics or something... though he doesn't think she would. Run off, he means--the panicking might happen regardless. For now he's just watching her sleep, quietly memorizing the way her hair clings about her face, occasionally being distracted by a bird chirping outside.

Ah, right. He opened the window, too, but that's just a personal preference.

It isn't the smell of coffee or the noises outside that wakes Euri up, it's the lack of something to hug while she dozes. Most commonly this is Dog, or one of her dog stuffed animals. Occasionally it's been Robin.

She mumbles something incoherent and gropes around, but only finds an empty bed. This pulls her further out of half-conscious territory, enough to make her notice the throbbing aches and stings all over her body. With a groan she rolls onto her stomach and buries her face in the pillow, wanting to just go back to sleep until she's feeling better.

But her being the only one in the bed is sinking in, and after only a couple seconds her eyes are flying open and she's moving to sit up. Oh, god, Robin didn't just leave did he -

But she spots him almost immediately, and so with her fear abated she begins to relax - and quickly pulls the covers up over her chest, face reddening. "............ Morning."

As soon as she's properly awake, he smiles and looks fairly pleased that she's returned to the land of the living. "Svetcha." Which means, as she should strangely understand, 'good morning' back.

He stretches his legs out for a moment, pressing his toes to the floor before he properly stands and walks into the kitchen area. He comes back with two mugs, putting one on the bedside table and putting the other in her hand whether she wants to take it or not.

"Drink this." He says, then reaching for his own mug. They appear to be filled with coffee (with some cream too, because that's how he likes it and didn't know what kind Euri would prefer).

He sits down next to her, settling comfortably, and takes a sip of his own. "How are you feeling?"

Euri only spares a moment to look confused about his response, which she's pretty sure isn't a word at all even though it clearly has a meaning in her head. While he's in the kitchen she's taking the brief window of opportunity to see why she feels so ache-y. She moves the blanket a bit, getting a look at her body.

.... Dear god.

Her gaze snaps back up to Robin when he comes back, moving the blanket firmly around her chest again, but her expression is dumbfounded. It only worsens when she takes the coffee.

Well, it's not breakfast, but she's honestly not even sure Robin can cook, and she wasn't actually expecting anything. So coffee is nice. She starts blowing on it to cool it down.

".... Tired. And hungry. And, uh..." Euri hesitates, before adding in a sheepish tone. "Sore. Really sore."

Then she takes a sip of the coffee.

".... This tastes funny."

"Ah..." He's already taken plenty of time to look at the bruises on her neck, the bite mark creeping up on her shoulder. Instead, he glances up, as close to apologetic as he seems to get. "Sorry about that. I can fix that up, if you'd like. And make you something to eat, too." Though he's not... the best cook, he's pretty sure he could manage breakfast, or at least get her some.

He doesn't reply immediately to her concern, instead leaning over and planting a light kiss under her jaw. The light bruise there begins to disappear, in much the way that her marks did the night before.

He explains when he pulls away, though. "Yeah, there's... a morning-after medicine in it, from my world." He doesn't think he has to say much more than that, and subsequently takes another sip of his own, normal coffee.

".........."

Euri just stares at him. Mortified is putting it lightly.

"..... Oh."

She downs the coffee in three gulps, cringing and trying not to choke on the last one because it's still too hot and it feels like she burned her tongue.

There. Nothing to worry about, now. Hopefully. She doesn't actually know the success rate of this stuff, it's from Robin's world... and she doesn't know if there are any side effects, either.

Whoops.

"There's - there aren't any side effects, are there??"

He looks a little startled when she suddenly gulps down her coffee--though he's now justified in having believed that she might panic a little. Once he's sure she's not going to choke to death, though, he merely gives a dry look at his own mug of coffee and continues to sip from it gingerly.

"If there are any, it's from downing a cup of coffee in three gulps. You should be just fine otherwise." He reaches down to brush some of her hair off of her shoulder, the bruises there healing up even after he's moved his fingers away. Any excuse to touch her a little more is all right with him.

At least there isn't blood all over the bed. Then she'd really freak.

"... Oh. Good," she mumbles, embarrassed as she looks down at her empty cup. At least that's been taken care of, right? Although she can't stand how irresponsible she was, leaving Robin to deal with that.

"You don't have to make breakfast," she says, shivering at his touch before she moves to set her cup aside. Her stomach is growling, but she's ignoring it. Her eyes are on the fading marks on her shoulder. There are still a lot of those he's going to have to take care of. "I can get something back at the castle, so it isn't a big deal."

"I could at least get you something. You're obviously hungry." Leave it to Robin to be blunt about the situation. He runs his fingers through her hair a little before he sets down his own mug, though he's far from finished with it.

And then he leans in towards her, chuckling a little, "You're so embarrassed, it's cute..." He knows she'll probably hate him for teasing her like that. "You don't have to be, you know."

"I - I'm not...!" she says vehemently, the blush on her cheeks darkening. But she refuses to acknowledge it, instead pulling away from Robin with a huff. "I'm perfectly fine!"

And since he's being a jerk, she begins to look around the room for her clothes. Shirt... shorts... nothing within reach. This will be interesting, keeping herself covered up while still retrieving her clothing. "I should - um... go. I have a lot to today."

"All right," he says, but he doesn't get up. In fact, he picks up his mug of coffee again, seemingly completely casual about it. Nevermind the fact that he's sitting on the blankets (good luck there) and the part where she's never going to find all her clothes unless she really looks for them.

He gives her a couple of moments to consider this, let it sink in, before he continues. "Though I'd suggest you let me heal you up before you go anywhere. Seem fair?"

Boots... bra... stockings....

"...." Euri squints a little, then glances up at Robin. While she isn't thrilled at the thought of exposing herself to him, she doesn't want to be walking around looking like he mauled her (not only would that be embarrassing, but some people might get the wrong idea if they noticed).

"..... Okay," she mumbles finally, shifting and still gripping the bed covers. "But only because it'll be a lot faster than just bandages! That's all!"

He hums a little, with a slightly discouraging tone. He really does wish she wasn't so embarrassed by all of it, but he supposes that not everyone can be as numb to that sort of thing as he is. To him it's just... normal.

But he can't stay too unhappy for long, not with her clutching the covers like that, a blush still lingering in her cheeks. He leans forward to steal a quick little kiss from her (he feels entitled to it at this point, perhaps more than he should) and then presses his palm against the base of her neck.

"Here, I'll even be nice about it. It'll feel weird, but you won't have to move the blankets. All right?"

The kiss isn't too bad. It even reassures her a little bit, causing her to exhale slowly and nod. "Okay... thanks."

Euri doesn't move the sheets, but after a moment she shifts closer to him and leans against him. There. Aside from her issues with her nudity, this isn't too bad. He's comfortable and this gives her the chance to look at his chest (which is very very nice).

Much better. He instantly finds their closeness preferable. It's also a good thing that she's looking at his chest and not his face, since he quickly (and quietly) bites down on his knuckle to make himself bleed a little. It doesn't hurt all that much anymore; he's pretty used to the feeling.

Beyond her range of vision, he uses his blood to draw four symbols in the air right above her back, then press them, paper-thin, against her skin. The blood in her body starts to move a little in a slightly unnatural way--the body may feel a little dizzy as it tries to compensate. Soon things are working the way that they should, though, and he treats her entire body like one large bruise. It's a massive clearance of dead and dying being replaced and knitted up by the new and empowered. It's cold and warm all at once, but the feeling lessons the more it works.

Weird is an understatement. With a shiver Euri pulls her legs closer to her body and closes her eyes briefly, until she feels she's comfortable enough with the dizziness. It's definitely an unnatural sensation, the way he's making her blood move through her body, but from what she observed she sorely needs it. How did she even get that bite mark on the inside of her thigh?

When Euri opens her eyes again she realizes she's practically curled up against Robin. Her blush renews, but he's so comfy and warm and with the chilling sensation of getting healed up his solid form is reassuring. She doesn't move.

"You're lucky," she mumbled, resting her head against him. "You don't have a single scratch on you. I'm bruised all over."

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