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[ Her inhale fell short of a gasp, but Robin wasn't taken aback. The shiver running down her arms was unexpected and pleasant, in fact, Ianthe's lips soft against hers. They hadn't done anything since the haze of madness, insidious and irresistible, had guided her actions at the festival, memories she'd suppressed to avoid dealing with what they said about her.

It didn't mean she had to deal with it now, either. It was a kiss, and if that was what Ianthe needed from her, she'd give it. (Iggy needed her to tell him to atone for his atrocities; Finch needed her to help him blend in; Quentin and Will needed to feel normal in such a horrific place; Aemond needed to feel power; Alicent needed someone to be by her side when everybody turned against her—)

And Robin needed to let herself stop thinking, for once. Slowly, she lifted her hand to Ianthe's cheek and kissed her back. ]

[The encounter at the festival was certainly one Ianthe wouldn't ever forget, feeding so well something she needed then. While Ianthe wasn't often in that submissive of a mood, the taste of Robin's lips, her presence, had been intoxicating enough that the want for more lingered underneath the surface. She always wanted more, to have and consume - an insatiable creature.

This time, Ianthe was capable of reading the feedback from Robin's body. Had the kiss not been wanted or pleasing, she'd have stopped. But she didn't. Robin kissed her back, and for a few long moments, it was just lips, soft and slow, one kiss after another, before Ianthe pulled back just enough for breath.]

Can I take you inside and take your clothes off?

[ Kissing often felt like a memory game — not doing what was instinctive, but what she'd learned people liked, just like she would not get into relationships for love, but to follow some social rulebook. People would wonder why a nice girl like her couldn't get a girl or boyfriend if she didn't find someone. They'd pry and bother, and she'd have to work harder for things if there wasn't the availability of a selfless partner by her side. They only lasted for as long as she needed them, left when they got too comfortable and the honeymoon phase was over.

This place had been a constant challenge to that. Still, when Ianthe made the proposition, Robin shook her head and looked down. She took the other woman's hand as though she feared it was the wrong answer. ]

Not today, Ianthe. [ Looking back at her, she brushed some loose strands from Ianthe's cheek. ] But I could wash your hair, if you'd like.

[A soft exhale and Ianthe took the rejection far better than anyone probably expected. After all, she wasn't the desirable twin and one year of being sexually sought after wasn't enough to erase the many years of being the tag-a-long. There wasn't more than a brief pang when she was told no.

She brought the hand up to kiss Robin's knuckles lightly before straightening up with a nod.] That'd be nice.

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