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Pink Marshmallow	By : Victoria Category: G through L > Lazytown Views: 9080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Pink Marshmallow
When Robbie Rotten decided he’d steal Lazy Town’s mail it didn’t cross his mind that he’d stumble upon such a great opportunity. A letter sent by Stephanie to her uncle had arrived, telling him she’d get to Lazy Town a month before he expected, and now it was in Robbie’s hands. He didn’t have much time to plan ahead but he knew he had to use it against Sportakrook. For 4 years she had helped the blue jumping bean frustrate each and every plan he had lured and so he decided she’d have to play a part in the plan that would surely get Sportadork out of Lazy Town once and for all.
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Author’s note: I have to say I am a fan of Sportasteph much more than I am of Robbie/Steph. With that being said, I found the only two stories about Robbie and Steph to be too violent, and could not believe that the only way they could be involved in physical way was through violence. And so I began fantasizing about a “love story” between them.

I had actually thought about a similar story involving Hook and Wendy first. So you might find a story between them with the same dynamic just because I don’t feel like abandoning them just ‘cause I posted this story first. I wrote this story in two days so it might have some loose ends. And about the end…I am not too happy about it but I felt I wanted to post the story and so I finished it so abruptly.
Also, English is not my mother language so I hope you’ll be able to forgive the way this was written. Any constructive review is more than welcome and I am willing to rewrite whatever it’s necessary for this story to evolve.
Robbie: Stefán Karl Stefánsson
Stephanie: Julianna Rose Mauriello
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Robbie managed to get Stephanie out of the train she was on by stopping it before it reached the town. She was all alone in the wagon, and when a man wearing a train driver uniform got on and told her she had to get down she did not think that it was one of Robbie Rotten plans. As soon as she got down he pushed a button in a tinny remote control and the train was on its way again. No one else had gotten down the train and no one noticed Stephanie did. The girl was so surprised when she saw the train leaving her that she paid no attention to the “train driver” holding a little handkerchief until it was too late. Robbie Rotten placed the handkerchief in front of her mouth and nose, and she was out in a few seconds.
Taking her to his lair was not an easy task, but he knew it would be worth it. He still was not sure what he would do next, but he knew having little Pinky would make it much more effective to get the blue bean on his way to Anywhere-but-Lazy-Town.
After placing Stephanie in his bed and tying her to the bed posts so that she wouldn’t escape he marched to his hairy orange chair and started thinking. Since Stephanie was the one that got Sportakrook to come to the town then she should be the one to get her to leave.

He heard a noise coming from his bedroom and decided to check on his guest. When he got to the room Steph was still asleep, but as he was heading out she sighed and he turn around. He then began to really see her…

As soon as he got on the train all he noticed was the back of a pink haired head and proceeded to yell at her that she should get off the wagon, since the train was unable to continue running, and then turned around before she even got up. Right after they got down, while the train was leaving, he was too busy soaking the handkerchief with chloroform. And after she was out he just hurried to put her inside the bag he used to carry her.
So he hadn’t really seen her and he hadn’t taken the time to imagine how she’d look now at 15. After all he hadn’t seen her in a long time since for the past 3 summers she remained at home for the holidays.

She’s still a little brat, that couldn’t change in such a short amount of time – he thought. But she didn’t look like the eight year old that came to town so many years ago either. She looked taller, yes. And her body had shape now and a nice one too, at least from behind. Oh stop it Rotten! How can you think about her in such way - He though. But as he was mentally kicking his own ass, Steph turned around in her sleep (as much as the ropes allowed her) unveiling that he wasn’t wrong at all to think that she had acquired an exquisite new shape. Robbie gasped and walked a little closer to the big bed he shared with no one (being that the main reason he started sleeping in his couch rather than that big bed), to take a better look to the face that countless times he’d seen reflecting deception and anger towards him.

Asleep she looked like an angel. A marshmallow-pink angel with a tinny nose above those beautiful strawberry lips, and right below those dark eyelashes that seemed so long that he wasn’t sure she could fully open her eyes while awake without them touching her forehead. Her hair was long now, it seemed reach past half her back and it had little curls at the end. He felt something odd inside his stomach, along with the feeling of loneliness he had carried with him for the last 12 years that seemed to get heavier within him with every step that he took towards her. And with that vision his whole plan went to hell. He cared no more about the blue elf, or at least it became less and less important with every breath he saw Steph take. He now wanted her, wished for her to stay forever with him. But it was not enough nor good to bind her for a life time, she would have to choose him.
Impossible – he said to himself – why would she ever see me as other than a villain. I’ve always been a threat to her and her friends and the hero she looks up to…Maybe….maybe all I need is to play that part one last time, just enough for her to feel the need to stay, just enough to give myself a chance to make her mine, to make her love me. But what could I say to her that would make her want to stay and not run for the hills?

With every word and every thought he got closer and closer to her side until, without noticing, he was sitting right beside her, his face within an inch of hers. He could not help himself from devouring the sight of her lips with his eyes. His breathing got faster. Don’t do it! Whatever you do, don’t kiss her. - His mind was right, but his body would not pay attention to it. And so he kissed her. With his eyes closed he pressed his lips against hers with more desperation than lust or desire. Until he felt a little twitch coming from her, and when he opened his eyes he found hers fully open. Those light brown eyes that looked at him with a mixture of fear and disbelief. Panic took over and he quickly pulled away, and in that moment his mind came up with a plan, the one that would surely make her not want to leave or even attempt to call for help.
Ah, ah, ah, dear Pinky – he said, managing to put on his best villain face so that she would not see the terror in his eyes. The fear of hearing words of rejection right after he was able to taste the softness of her mouth – hush, don`t say a word! - he said, lifting a hand above his head and looking back, while stepping up from the bed, hoping that the waterfall of words would make her forget she had woken up to him kissing her - Allow me to explain to you why you should not scream for help, nor try to run or escape from here. I got your letter, you see, it must have gotten mixed up in the mail – as he said those words he walked around the bed, avoiding her glance, and he could not understand why he felt reluctant to tell her about him stealing the town’s mail. He now felt childish looking back at that plan, and back to every plan he’d ever put in motion for that matter.

He explained to her that he had managed to get Sportakrook to leave Lazy Town, but just in case the Sportaholic would think about returning he had placed explosives in every one of the Town’s houses. He had also, upon her arrival, placed sensors at the hatch so that if she tried to get out, each and every bomb would go off, killing everybody she knew in Lazy Town. And they’d also go off if she tried to call for help and, god help her (and everybody), if she mentioned the Blue Jumping-Bean’s name.
Stephanie looked at him go around the bed while he explained to her the rules of her confinement. She was still in shock after hearing that Sportacus had left the town and wondering why no one had told her, and it was no small matter the idea of her beloved Town being blown to smithereens along with everyone else she knew in there.

Breathing heavy and with eyes wide open she started studying Robbie. He did not seem the same that would play tricks on them years ago. He looked darker, sadder, if you allowed yourself to feel enough sympathy for him. He no longer made those funky faces while talking nor moved in strange ways… and he stood up straight. Somehow he looked more adult now, not funny anymore; his voice kept getting deeper as he went on. And she could not decide how it made her feel or how the fact that she had woke up to him kissing her made her feel. Strangely she could not feel repulsion or despise. How odd…
So now… If I were to untie you, what would you say would happen? – He asked, hoping that his speech scared her enough for her to forget that indiscrete kiss he was sure he could never forget.
I’ll stay calm, and won’t go near the hatch nor will I try to contact anyone – she said calmly, trying to stop the tears from flowing from her eyes as she swallowed hard.
Robbie walked slowly towards the bed, feeling butterflies in his stomach. He sat beside her surprised by the fact that she did not look away; she looked at him quietly while he untied her. She only stopped once the ropes were no longer around her hands and ankles, as she started massaging them.
Robbie discovered he felt bad about the possibility of having hurt, if even in the slightest way, her body with the ropes but he could not show her how he felt. That would make him weak in her eyes, and that would ruin his plan.
I guess you must be hungry, I am afraid I don’t have any of those Sporty Candies you like so much, but I am sure I can offer you something to eat. Will you eat if I bring back food to you?
Stephanie nodded silently, still caressing her wrists. And as he was getting up to leave the room she raised her head to stop him and said: Some water first…I mean, could you give me some water first, please? I am so thirsty...
Robbie nodded and stepped out of the room to go fix dinner for her. Of course he would not cook it, he had been always too lazy for that, he had a machine that cooked for him and prepared anything he could think of and wanted. Strangely the only thing he was not lazy about was building machines and gadgets. He loved that, even when most of them were motivated by the desire of making the people of Lazy Town become even lazier, he did love to build those machines.

While he was setting the machine to prepare a slightly healthy meal, for he knew Stephanie would want to eat something else rather than cake, the thought crossed his mind that he hadn’t thought about her changing her clothes when he threw her luggage down a deep hole in the ground so he would not have to carry it back to his lair. He’d have to build a machine to make clothes for her.
He then remembered that she asked for water and jumped when he realized it had been a while back. He filled a glass with tap water and hurried down the hall to the room where Stephanie was waiting. He expected her to be mad about the delay. And slowly started apologize. I am sorry for the del… But Stephanie could not hear him she was too busy drinking heavily the water he had given her, she was so thirsty she did not stop until the big glass was empty. Thank you very much - she sighed in relief. Robbie felt awkward, partly because she interrupted him while apologizing and partly because he did not expect to hear sincere gratitude in her words after he had taken so long to come back. Not at all – He said quickly – Look, I threw your luggage away while I was taking you here, and just now realized that you might want to change your clothes once in a while, so I need you to stay very still while I take your measurements so that I can input them in my new machine to make some clothes for you. While Robbie said that he didn’t think of hiding the fact that he was building a whole new machine for her from Steph.
You... –she looked at him surprised and still doubting she had heard what she did - you have built a new machine to make clothes for me?
No, I still have to build it, I hadn’t had much time since I got you here to build one, haven’t I? - He gave himself away again without noticing. He began measuring her arms. While a confused Stephanie kept thinking what he just said, while staring at him go on with his task.
Robbie was so concentrated with it that he did not notice he was putting his hands on her body until he moved from her arms to her chest. Robbie doubted a second, took a deep breath and continued. Raise your arms please; I need to…put this around your chest - He said showing her the measuring tape. She lifted up her arms diligently, not noticing how hard it seemed for him to be so close to her. Get up now; I need to do the rest of you. Steph got up and stood in front of him while he sat on the bed. If Robbie thought her chest was hard, he did not stop to think he’d have to measure her hips and legs.

Once he finished the simple, but at the same time hard, task of getting her measurements he quickly got up just as a bell rang in his machine, letting him know dinner was ready.

Please let me pass – Robbie said while trying to avoid having more contact that he needed while pushing her aside.

After a while he appeared carrying a tray with her dinner. Surprisingly the dinner was entirely made up of vegetables (which was a relief given that Stephanie had become a vegetarian, fact that she could not bring herself to put on the table when the issue of dinner had come up) and dessert was a mix of various fruits.

I hope you like dinner. I’ll be taking a shower so I’ll be back in about an hour. – He then headed for the door while Stephanie started eating with delight, for dinner tasted so good she could not believe a machine had made it.
How is it that you have vegetables and fruits? I thought you hated that…and also…you said you had no Sport Candies in the house – She inquired Robbie, making him stop his march.
Well I guess my dear, that you should be glad I suddenly remembered I had stolen those earlier this week. You should feel lucky. – He said before letting himself out of the room without expecting a reply from his pink guest.
That last statement left Steph staring at her plate wondering if she should continue eating, she didn’t feel right eating what had been stolen from the people of Lazy Town. But on the other hand she was starving and those fruits and vegetables would get rotten if no one ate them, and she was sure Robbie would not touch those, not even he faced starvation. With a puzzled smirk she continued eating.
Steam filled the bathroom as Robbie entered the shower. The water was too hot but he paid no attention to it, his mind was busy going over what was going on in his house. How things had ended up this way? He had no idea how to manage to get her to choose him, how to get her not to despise him. He knew not how to be any different than the way he had been with her and her friends. It was the only way he knew how to function, the only thing that had kept him going and had inspired him to build almost every invention for the past 10 years. He wanted to be able to touch her and for now the only way he knew how-to was through this new plan filled with extortion. He felt the need to hold her and feel her heat against him.

He stepped out of the shower, he dried dry and got dressed.

But tonight Stephanie would be surprised since for the first time she would see him without his mask on. Robbie’s whole image was a big part of his attempt to shield from a world that had only rejected him. His clothes and image, from his hair to his facial features, all which he enhanced by carefully arranging them in the oddest of fashions. He was after all nothing but a character, built by him to lift up a wall between him and the people around him.

When he got out of the bathroom his face looked paler, his hair free of gel fell upon his face in little dark curls that brought up the light color of those eyes that seemed to be always filled with exasperation. Even his pronounced chin looked smaller. He seemed a whole different person. He scratched his head and sighed while looking at the mess he had made looking for the parts for his new machine and decided he’d start working with them before going to bed. When suddenly he felt a knock coming from his bed-room door. Surprised by it he hurried towards the door.

Yes? What do you want? – He said in a way that sounded harsher than he meant to.

I…I need to go to the bath room – Stephanie explanation sounded like a pleading – I had too much to drink and I can’t hold it anymore. I heard you got out and…please I really, really need to go.

He laughed softly, while looking downwards, at the way the girl presented her case.

Of course you can come out – he said, stepping into character once more – I wouldn’t want you to pee in my room now would I?

He opened the door and saw a pink sporty fairy run out the door. Down the hallway, second door to your right! You should not miss it, it’s the one with a shower!

He then entered the room and picked up the tray with the plate and glass he had brought to her. She was really hungry, there are no leftovers – he thought while he walked to the main room in the lair to leave the dishes at the food machine, for it not only cooked the food but cleaned up the mess afterwards.
He then took a tool and some pieces of metal and buttons, and started to build the clothing machine.
Steph let out a sigh of relief after she finished her business in the bathroom. She’d been afraid Robbie would not let her out of the room to pee, and that she would have to use some pot to do so. Once she finished washing her hands she noticed the tiles were still wet from Robbie’s shower. The mirror had been whipped in the center, way higher than she could find her own reflection, so she proceeded to clean it all with a little towel she found near hear. A spray deodorant had been left upon the sink and she felt the need to see what it smelled like. She sniffed it shyly and felt how the sent filled her lungs. She then closed her eyes and slowed the pace in which she took the sent in. It made her dizzy, but in a good way. And the thought of Robbie smelling the same way made her feel strange.

She got out of the bathroom, expecting him to be there waiting for her to walk her back to the room. But he was not there, instead she could hear noises coming from around the corner, and walked towards them.

A man was working with Robbie’s things, submerged amidst shiny metal pieces and bolts and nuts that filled the floor around him. A white shirt and dark wet hair. Robbie only gave himself away given his habit of talking to himself. After all, who would talk with him if he was always all alone.

Stephanie sat in his orange fluffy chair watching him go on and on, slowly putting the machine together. But she was tired, and it didn’t take long before she fell deeply asleep with her legs on one of the armrest and her head placed upon the other.
By the time he finished the machine he was so tired that he didn’t notice the pink girl was asleep on the couch until he almost sat on her.
Damn it girl, what are you doing here? – He said. In fact, what was she doing here? How long had she been there?

He picked her up, which was quite a challenge given that he was not fond of exercising. Two times in a day Pinky, you better not get used to me carrying you around. He slowly walked his way to the bedroom. Each step he felt like he would drop her to the floor but somehow she managed to reach the big bed. He placed Stephanie on the bed. It looked so cozy, and she looked so beautiful resting with her head on one of her arms. Just a few minutes, I’ll lie down beside her just for a few minutes and then I’ll go back to the couch. He meant it when he said it, he really did. But the hard work he had gone through the day took its toll on him and he joined her in her sleep.
Stephanie woke up to find she was resting her head in the oddest of pillows, it was hard and it moved up and down, and she could listen to it….breathing! It took her a moment to realize she was resting her head upon Robbie Rotten’s chest. Still she could not bring herself to get up. She found that he had an arm around her body, embracing her in their sleep. She moved slowly, first grabbing his hand and sliding it to the mattress. Then sat beside him looking at him. He looked so peaceful sleeping like that. While one of his arms had been surrounding her the rest of his limbs were stretched throughout the bed. And he breathed heavily. She got closer to his face, fascinated by how different he looked. His hair, his skin, his chin. A light beard shadow had started to appear in the lower side of his face. Making him look even more like an adult than he did before. Before…before he looked more like a cartoon rather than looking like a grown man. Just…how much of a grown man he was? He stopped to think how she didn’t even know how old he was. He didn’t look much older than 35…

As Steph was submerged in her thoughts. A confused Robbie Rotten woke up thanks to a ticklish breathing on his face. He opened his eyes to the sight of Stephanie messed up hair on her round doll face, and her brown eyes wide open staring at him with surprise.
Thinking of waking me up with a kiss like Sleeping Beauty, doll? – He said half asleep, not fully remembering what he did the day before.

No, I believe that’s what you like to do - Answered a shocked and a little offended Stephanie feeling bold enough to say it to his face only because she was still quite asleep herself.

Robbie could not believe she had said that. His face reflected surprise and the fact that he could not believe what she was saying. He had hoped she had forgotten all about it. But suddenly decided he could not give her the power in this situation.
Well now that you mention it. I would very much like for you to give me a kiss first thing in the morning. Unless – he said with a kinky evil grin just before adding a threat, to make sure he’d get what he wanted – unless you feel like deciding which one of the houses in Lazy Town should not be there anymore. He did not feel like being mean to her but he could not look weak in her eyes. How else could he keep her?
And just like that the spell that had Stephanie looking at him broke. Still she could not afford to deny him what he wanted. She could not risk the town by refusing to give him a kiss. All of these thoughts didn’t really take much time to go through her head.
And suddenly Robbie had Steph’s hands around his face, her delicious lips pressed against his, and he felt like not letting her go. He wrapped his right arm around her back, while sitting up in the bed. He saw her eyes getting bigger as she opened them in surprise. But she did not try to part from the kiss and Robbie lifted his left hand to reach the back of Stephanie’s head, playing with her hair. His breathing getting more intense along with his kiss. Stephanie was shocked by Robbie’s actions, still she let herself go. Slowly opening her lips to feel his tongue against hers. She made a soft, high-pitched noise when he pressed his body against hers, and just like that Robbie parted harshly from her. Avoiding her eyes, breathing heavy; slowly placing his feet on the cold floor which helped him snap out the charm of those cherry lips that had enchanted him.
He bolted out of the room. Leaving a confused Stephanie still on the bed. Swallowing hard while trying to slow down her heart. Tears were filling up her eyes. But they were not tears of fear or sadness but of frustration.
Robbie Rotten reached the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and held onto the sink with heart and soul. He could not let himself drown in temptation. It had taken all of his willpower to break the tight embrace that held them together. All of his willpower not to go further.
He washed his face with cold water, but it was not enough. He was not fond of cold showers but this time it was all that could help him cool down.
The sound of the water against the shower floor made it impossible for him to hear Stephanie crying down the hallway, with her face pressed against a pillow.
During the rest of the day Robbie Rotten found ways to avoid her. He left trays with breakfast and lunch on the floor by the bedroom’s door. Leaving right after knocking on the hard wooden door that stood between them.
When Stephanie appeared in the main room he was reading a book, after he decided he should rest for a while apart from his inventions.
I am sorry to bother you - said Steph looking down to the floor while leaning against the hallway wall – But I’d like to take a shower and my robe is apparently at the bottom of a hole in the ground.- Even in this situation, in which she stood in disadvantage, her personality couldn’t help but arise to the surface. She had grown into an obstinate young woman, and she could not control it, even in situations in which she should just go with the flow.
Robbie was not clueless to her nature; she had turned out to be quite an interesting character. There she was trapped with him, below the ground, unable to go anywhere else, and yet she managed claim a place of power with her speech.
Ok, you…go ahead and get in the shower – He said looking at her with eagerness, accepting her verbal challenge and admiring her boldness – I’ll get the machine to make a robe for you, it’ll give me a chance to try it. It should be ready by the time you are done. I’ll leave it by the door.

Just like you’ve left everything for me during the day - She said to herself in a lower voice so that he would not listen to it.

Yet even though he could not hear what she said, he knew it was a response to what he had just said, and he liked the idea. With each minute that they shared together he liked more and more the woman she had turned out to be.
Stephanie walked towards the shower. Letting her clothes fall to the ground. Relieved in advance by the thought of feeling the hot water against her skin. She felt tired, frustrated, angry, and it was not because of her confinement. The water stung at first, she loved water to be really hot and she was used to endure the first seconds of scalding heat for she knew that it would leave her skin soft and pink, ever so clean. Her hair, longer and darker now reached almost the line where her butt cheeks met once it was wet. She heard someone move behind the door, and she pulled the curtain open, not caring if by doing so she’d let him see her naked. Robbie wasn’t there but the robe he’d promised had been carefully laid upon the chair by the bathroom’s entrance with a small package on that held a toothbrush and paste. She got out of the shower and after brushing her pearl-like teeth she put the robe around her well-formed body. She was surprised by the softness of the fabric, and even more by how well it fitted her. She looked inside a little wardrobe and found what she was looking for. A small towel to dry her hair. She walked barefoot to the room she had been staying in the entire day. She opened and closed the door so fast that she only realized Robbie was in the bedroom when she was already inside.

Steph found him changing the sheets of the bed. Such a mundane task that she had not imagined him ever doing it himself. She always imagined him having all sorts of gadgets and machines to do stuff like this for him.

Robbie continued with what he was doing trying his best not to acknowledge that there was an almost naked Stephanie with him in the room.

Once he was done he looked at her and said: I thought you might appreciate having freshly made sheets in your bed – “your bed”? Did he just say “your bed”? – being that you just took a shower. And I took the liberty to have the machine make them. Which means it is still making your pajamas for tonight. I am sorry but you’ll have to remain robe-dressed for a little while.

Steph walked slowly towards the bed, looking at him, analyzing him. How was it possible for him to be so kind one minute and then to threaten to blow up Lazy Town at the other? ‘tis ok, I’ll wait. So anyway, how old are you? – She said sitting down still looking up to him right in the eyes. She had decided she wouldn’t be afraid of him, at least not afraid for her. And so she held her glance in defiance.
I turned 32 two months ago. – He answered showing a calm face that was no reflection of what his mind must’ve looked like if someone would’ve been able to peek inside his head.

(Now what is that? - He thought - Is she so hardheaded that she can calmly walk into a room to be alone with a man while she’s almost naked? Alright Little Lady, if you want to push the limits I’ll show you how easy it will be for me to make you back out.)
Still looking into her eyes he kneeled in front of her, his head now lower than her own. Noticing how she was suddenly aware of her lack of proper clothing.
What about a kiss to thank this gentleman for his attentions. - He said slightly tilting his head to the right, sporting a soft smile that seemed to hold no ill intentions.
He kept going, pushing the limits. He wasn’t sure how he’d contain himself but he felt like he could not give his arm to be twisted.
Stephanie moved closer to the edge of the bed, looking down on him, feeling her heart speeding.
She got closer and Robbie could feel the heat of her skin against his body, her warm breath bathing his face as she leaned on him.
He leaned forward and slowly began to kiss her, his hands on her thighs. Her hands on his shoulders working their way up his neck to the back of his head.
A fire that he’d never felt before started burning Robbie from within his stomach. An unbearable ache coming from much lower seemed to control his movements. He broke away and looked her in the eyes while taking her hands in his, placing them on the bed. Then he got near again, but this time his lips aimed for her neck. He kissed his way down to her collar bone

with such tenderness that she thought she’d melt right in his arms. He then stopped again without taking his lips from her skin. Causing her to hold on tight to the sheets in anticipation. His breath gave away the fact that he was trembling, she could feel its warmth on the neckline of the robe as his hands worked his way untying the lace that held it together.

Robbie took his time doing those things, silently giving her time to stop him if she wished to. His left hand placed on the right side of her robe, and his right one on the opposite side, as he opened the robe he continued kissing between her breasts down to her belly button.

Stephanie could feel her skin burning under his lips. If the room was cold she could not feel it. Not even when the rope fell on the bed.

He forgot to breathe as soon as he finished undressing her, finally unveiling the soft tenderness of her milk like breasts. Their shape was even more perfect than what the robe had allowed them to hint through the fabric. He looked at her almost as if asking for permission, and found nothing more than an ever-growing fire in her eyes. She looked at him while biting her lower lip, trapping the tip of her tongue. And so he kissed her left breast with devotion almost immediately imitating his own doings on the right one.
The throbbing pain worked its way up his loins and he felt compelled to kiss his way down. Biting softly the skin around her navel, he placed his hands around her waist caressing both sides and at the same time inviting her to lie down on her back. She did so completely surrendering herself to him.
When she spread her legs he got closer to the bed while caressing the inner side of her thighs with his fingers. His mouth continued the path down her stomach to her “mons Venus”. When he felt her shudder he chuckled softly, causing her to shudder again after feeling his hot breath so near such an intimate part of her body. He avoided going straight to his obvious goal choosing to make his way down her right groin, kissing her with his mouth partly open, just enough to let the tip of his tongue touch the soft skin surrounding the price he was saving for not much later.
He sat back, suffering a momentarily episode of sanity and with a sigh he said: I can stop…if you want me to, if you ask me to, I can stop. It will be hard and it will hurt like hell but I can stop, right now, if you ask me to.

No – she said almost immediately, not ever wanting him to stop.

And with that all his willpower banished. He begun kissing her lower lips almost as passionately as the kiss they had shared that morning, parting them with his tongue. He then placed his hands between the mattress and her butt, grabbing her cheeks to pull her closer to his face.
She moaned and closed her hands tight around the sheets that lay underneath her body, pulling so hard her left hand let go allowing her to place it on his head, trying to control the urges of pressing his head closer to the source of her pleasure.
More - she moaned.
He then remembered to breath. He lifted his head from her latest conquest. And begun kissing his way up while his hands got busy unzipping and pulling down his pants.
He reached her face, and started kissing her while her hands found his back and her fingernails started to scratch the skin under them. Pressing him, pulling him closer as she lifted her legs to place them around his hips.

He took a moment to look into her eyes. Everything stopped for a moment. Both of them breathing heavily into each other’s mouth. He directed his right hand to help him in, and Stephanie took a deep breath in anticipation.

He pressed his hips against hers and moaned with relief. She gave out a little cry of pleasure as she felt him filling her deep inside. They slowly got in synch with each other’s rhythm. He took his hands and placed them around her head, entwined with her pink locks of hair. She got her legs up his back to allow him to go deeper while grabbing his butt to pull him closer.

The room was filled with their moans and the heat they generated with each fast-paced movement; heavy breathing and the noises that came from the old bed and mattress that had never supported such a heavy activity.
Stephanie felt the sole of her feet get hotter and ticklish. While some kind of electricity grew inside her womb. She could hear him moan in her ear and it seemed to make the feeling in her stomach grow stronger.
When she felt she could not take it anymore he begun thrusting against her hips deeper and slower. Until the pleasure took over both of them as Robbie came buried deep insideStephanie.
To be continued…
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