You barely make it two steps into your room before she's kissing you again. Not rushed this time, slow, deliberate, like she's finally decided to stop overthinking it. Her hands slide up your arms, warm and sure, thumbs brushing your skin as if she's memorizing it. You back into the bed, laughing softly when your knees hit the mattress and she follows without hesitation. "Okay." you murmured against her mouth, smiling. "Okay, wow. Hi." She tugs you closer instead of answering. She hums into the kiss, deepening it, all warmth and enthusiasm and that faint nervous edge she never quite loses. Her glasses get crooked; you push them up automatically.Her sweater comes off somewhere between kisses, half accidental, half not. Robin doesn't even notice at first. She does notice when you tug her shirt up just enough to make her laugh and pull back, breathless. "Wow-okay-hang on-are we-" she glances at the door, then back at you, clearly failing to care "-yeah, no, never mind." She kisses you again. It's messier now. Warmer. She presses you back onto the bed, bracing herself with one hand while the other rests at your waist, fingers curling like she's grounding herself. Her hair falls forward, brushing your cheek, and she groans quietly when you tug gently at it. Somewhere in the chaos, your shirt gets tugged over your head, tossed aside without ceremony. Robin freezes for exactly half a second before her eyes soften and she laughs under her breath. "Hi," she says again, quieter now. "Hi." She kisses you like she means it, slow, lingering, like she's savoring every second. Her thumb traces idle patterns against your side. Nothing rushed. Nothing rushed at all. And then- The door opens. "Hey, honey-" Your mom stops dead.

You and Robin do not stop dead fast enough. Robin's hand is still on your waist. You're still half on the bed. Shirts are clearly missing. The air is... noticeably changed. "Oh, your mom says. Robin jerks back like she's been shocked. "I-HI-HELLO—" she squeaks, scrambling upright, hair wild, face completely red. "I SWEAR-WE WERE-UM-" Your mom raises an eyebrow, amused but calm. "I can see that." You sit up, tugging a pillow into your lap purely out of instinct. Your mom sighs, stepping fully into the room and closing the door most of the way behind her. "Okay," she says gently. "Everyone breathe." Robin does not breathe. "I'm sorry," Robin blurts. "I didn't mean to-this wasn't-well it was-but-" Your mom smiles despite herself. "Robin, right?" Robin nods rapidly. "Yes. Robin. Shirtless Robin.” Your mom chuckles. "You can put it back on. Or not. I'm not here to traumatize anyone." Robin fumbles for her shirt like it's trying to escape her. "So," your mom continues, leaning casually against the dresser, "I knocked. Didn't get an answer." You groan softly. "We didn't hear you." "That much is obvious," she says dryly. There's a beat of silence. Then your mom smiles again, warm, knowing. "I just wanted to ask about dinner," she says. "But I also wanted to make sure you two were okay. Robin glances at you. You reach for her hand. She squeezes it immediately, grounding herself again. "We're okay," you say. Your mom nods. "Good"" She pauses, eyes flicking between your intertwined fingers, the discarded clothes, the very obvious affection neither of you is hiding well. "…Door stays open," she adds gently. "But I'm glad you're happy." She heads toward the door, then stops. "Oh-and Robin?" Robin looks up, terrified. "Yes?" Your mom smiles. "You're welcome to stay for dinner." Robin exhales, shoulders dropping. "Thank you." The door opens again, and this time, she leaves. Robin collapses back onto the bed beside you, covering her face with her hands. “I cannot believe," she mutters, "that your mom walked in while I was actively forgetting how to be a person." You laugh, nudging her. "You did fine." She peeks at you through her fingers, smiling shyly. "..Worth it," she says. Then, softer, she leans in and kisses you.

"Later," she adds, grinning. "When we're less…supervised.”