Author's Notes: _ I wrote this a while ago...the story premise kinda just popped up into my head. I just REALLY wanted to write smut, and I won't get to do that in my other fic 'Pursuit' until a couple/several chapters later. So I did this. (I'm sorry, AO3 readers. I don't know what came over me.)

It's been forever since I actually wrote smut AND finished it...so I don't know how it is. But I thought, I should share it. On the internet. For the world to see.

Now, I'm embarrassed. -/-

Chapter 1: Prove It

Robin settled herself back into the leather sofa and reached for the tablet, but Frederick stopped her. His large hand firmly gripped her hand. Then, intertwined his fingers with hers. She gave his hand a small squeeze.

She smiled pleasantly. "What is it?"

Frederick was never a needy man, but Robin had learned over the last couple weeks that sometimes he just needed her. Of course, he never vocalized it. His wordless cues mostly consisted of touches—sometimes a hand caressing a cheek, a hug from behind when she was occupied with something, or like now, holding her hand, asking for her attention. And sex wasn't always what he was seeking. Sometimes he simply had a bad day and he wanted to hold her, while they watched a movie or conversed. Although once, they did indulge in sex as the therapeutic method they would indulge in, especially when it rained.

But today, he wore an expression Robin hadn't seen before. Her eyes flickered about, studying his face. His eyes were more narrowed than usual. His straight brows were slanted and a little crinkle between them. And his lips were pulled into a dissatisfied line.

"Use your words, Frederick," Robin chuckled. "I can't read minds, you know." She pecked him on the cheek.

Frederick placed his free hand on her face and caressed it. Smoothly, he leaned in, passionately pressing his lips against hers. He tantalizingly dragged his tongue across her lip, requesting entrance into her mouth. He felt the ends of her lips curl before she parted her lips. She tasted so sweet. She always did whenever he explored her mouth.

Robin didn't falter from Frederick's dominance, and she fought back, shifting in her position and choosing to straddle him. Their previously intertwined hands regretfully released each other, but found their new respective homes on their lover's body. Robin's hands slipped over Frederick's broad shoulders and neck, while Frederick's hands ventured over the small of Robin's back and hips.

Frederick pulled away and moved to her jawline, leaving a trail of kisses as he moved to her neck. He nipped and sucked at the delicate skin with one objective: leaving love marks to let all the other male employees at Exalt Inc. know that Robin was taken.

"F-Frederick…ahh." Robin moaned into his ear, her arms wrapped around his neck, her face pressed against the side of his head. "What's going…ah…give me…ah…s-stop…I-I can't…t-talk," Robin pleaded in between giggles. If she didn't stop this now, she was never going to find out what was bothering him. Suddenly, she planted both palms against his chest and pulled away. Gods, she wanted to strip him naked and feast her eyes on his well-sculpted body when her hands felt the firm muscles underneath the shirt fabric . But not now. She needed her boyfriend to use his words. Not be physical. That could wait.

His arms tightened around her body. Robin narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Frederick sighed. Then he replied, "I just want you. Right now."

He leaned once again, trying to reclaim her neck as his, but Robin shook her head and dodged. "No. Not until you tell me what's really wrong."

He stared back at Robin. He knew this wouldn't go anywhere until she got what she wanted. Similar to how they first started courting each other. More like how Robin chased after him like some madwoman.

The same face Robin had previously studied returned to torment Frederick's handsome face. She frowned. Something was really bothering the poor man. She decided to get off his lap, but Frederick stopped her when she tried.

He finally spoke. "You know the new chief manager?"

"Mmm…no. But I did hear that we got a new chief manager," Robin settled back into his lap. "Why? Who is it?"

"Chrom Exalt, you know him?" Frederick watched Robin's smile contort fade. Her eyes widened and the blood drained from her face.

Apparently, she used him and now he's back for revenge. That manipulative slut. Spreading her legs to win the Chairman's favour through his son. That's how she's in her position right now. Disgusting. She deserves what's coming her way.

His grip on her hips tightened as she dropped her gaze. Quietly, she blinked.

Robin was no slut. Frederick knew that. The first time they made love was her actual first time. He still remembered the awkward sweetness of the entire experience. The way she blushed underneath him, her usual teasing confidence, wavering under his intense gaze.

Someone from upstairs told me he actually loves her. Poor guy doesn't even know who she really is. I heard she's after his money. Two-faced bitch.

Whoever started those rumours about Robin were going to be severely disciplined once Frederick got his hands on them. Of course, he would do it the proper way—through the director of the Human Rights Office and good friend, Libra.

I heard he's back for her. I heard that Chrom and Robin actually did really love each other.

Frederick grimaced, as he remembered the last rumour. Robin swallowed, still not meeting his eyes.

"There are rumours going around that you two used to date," Frederick told her. He wasn't going to include any unnecessary details that would hurt her feelings. "He asked about you the entire time I was giving him his orientation around the Ylissean headquarters of Exalt Inc."

"He did?" Robin looked up and searched Frederick's face for the answer.

Frederick felt an uncomfortable stuffiness simmering in his chest. He couldn't describe the feeling because it was foreign to him. But he knew one thing for sure, he didn't want Robin near this Chrom nor Chrom even laying his eyes on Robin.

Robin finally managed to figure out why Frederick was feeling off today: he was jealous. Her previous distant demeanour faded away and she smiled. "Relax," Robin kissed him on the lips. "It's the past." She kissed him again. "Besides," she said while stealing yet another kiss, "I'm with you." Robin established some space between them before she spoke again, "It took a year for us to finally hook up, so why would I give up all that hard work? Silly Freddy-Bear."

Great, she was using the Gods awful nickname she came up for him that time she got hammered during her team outing. He had, unfortunately, been passing by them at that time and was dragged into joining Robin and her team.

"We didn't 'hook up'," Frederick emphasized the last word like it was a bad word.

Robin laughed as she rolled her eyes. She knew he hated the term 'hook up' because he didn't believe in it. Their age gap wasn't one that most people would consider 'small', so she assumed it was a generational thing. (Even if they were technically in the same generation.)

"Sorry, courting," Robin joked.

Frederick sighed.

"We're done and over," Robin smiled, almost enjoying the jealous attention. She never knew Frederick could be jealous. But she knew better than to tease him. He needed to be reassured. "It was years ago. And I want to be with you. That's why I'm here. Sitting in your lap," she hinted.

He nodded at her.

She pouted at him. That wasn't the response she wanted. "Are you jealous?" she finally asked.

Frederick frowned at her and cleared his throat. "What makes you say that?" he demanded.

Robin shrugged, "I don't know. You just seem so invested in this whole Chrom thing."

"I'm not jealous," he lied. He wore a blush of embarrassment.

Eugh, he was so adorable. Then, she watched his thoughts fester deep inside his head again. Not this again. She wanted to pick up where they left off. She didn't want to think about the new chief manager. And she didn't want Frederick thinking about him either. It has been way too long since they last had sex.

Robin placed her hands on Frederick's face and whispered, "I'm yours."

"I know," he raised a hand and brought it up to her face. She leaned into his touch, yearning for more.

"Prove it," she leaned in and breathed into his ear.

He felt a shiver run down his spine. He loved it when Robin challenged him. He also felt blood pool in a certain lower part of his body away from his head, starting to unleash his carnal instincts.

"You think you can handle it?" he asked in a husky voice.

There he was, Robin smirked. "What makes you think I can't?" she bit her lip seductively.

"I'm not going to hold back," he enunciated each other slowly, watching Robin's seductiveness transition into a blush. This time, he smirked at her, enjoying the way her innocence always peeked through her masks.

Robin wanted to give a sexy rebuttal, but ended up giving him a shy smile. "I look forward to what you have in plan. It's been a while since we last…" Robin trailed off.

Frederick chuckled at her and pulled her in for a kiss. She obliged and nestled right into his arms. Like before, he left her lips and trailed past her jaw and returned to where he left off—leaving love marks on her sweet neck.

She felt him smirk against her neck. Damn him! He was going to leave marks again! She wanted him to tell him to stop, but her protests always got caught in her throat and escaped as moans. For now, she'd enjoy it. He'd hear an earful after they were done.

"Do you want me to tie you up and fuck you?" Frederick whispered in her ear.

Robin closed her eyes, her breath starting to become more difficult to steady. Frederick's dirty talk never failed to turn her on nor to spark her curiosity. They've never done that before.

She granted him permission, "Yes."

"Safeword?" he inquired between moving to the other side of her neck.

"S-Safeword?" Robin stuttered.

"I told you I'm not holding back today," Frederick undid the first couple buttons of her shirt and brushed her collarbone with his lips. She felt her heartbeat rising quickly. "Pick a safeword, so I know when to stop. I'm going to be rougher than usual. I don't want to hurt you."

Frederick paused to see why Robin had gone silent. She wore a perplexed scowl. Did she not want this?

"If you don't want to do this, we don't have to," Frederick reassured her. "There are many other ways I can prove that your mine." There was a gentleness mixed into his low, rumbling voice that betrayed his concern for her. She knew he didn't actually believe that she was an object to be possessed and dominated. Unless, of course, they both agreed she wanted that.

"No, I'm just trying to find the right word." Robin confessed.

Frederick chuckled and buried his face into chest. Silly woman. Sometimes it was so hard trying to predict what was going on in her head.

"Elwind," Robin decided and began tugging on his necktie. She wanted revenge for all the hickeys.

Frederick stopped Robin from pulling his tie off any further, "No. You don't get to touch today." He wore a particularly mischievous smile.

She pouted. She wanted to feel his firm muscles underneath her fingertips. She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss.

"Not today." Frederick wrapped his arms around her legs and picked her up. She gripped his shoulders tightly. Robin's skirt was hiking up her thigh even higher, revealing the lacy hem of her stockings. "You don't get to touch anything." He smirked, fully knowing he was depriving Robin of the pleasure of driving him crazy and quenching her fun.

"Not fair." Robin pouted again.

Meanwhile the two made their way to Frederick's room, Robin busied herself by loosening his tie, ignoring his previous warning. His arms were occupied anyway. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, flowering him with kisses until she found a spot she favoured. Without time to waste, before they got to the bedroom, she sucked on the spot, getting revenge. Her one hand held onto Frederick's shoulder, as the other one ran through his soft brown curls. For a moment, she paused to inhale his scent. It was intoxicating.

"Robin, you're going to pay for this." Frederick warned, once Robin pulled away and admired her work.

"I'm ready for what you have in plan." Two could play at this game.

Once Frederick managed to open his bedroom door, without a second to waste, he slammed it shut behind them. He then allowed her to come down her feet. She thought this was her time to pounce, but realized she was oh-so-wrong. A large hand grabbed her behind her knee and pulled her leg up against his hip. She swallowed in anticipation. Their eyes fixed on each other.

Frederick's hand travelled up the outside of her thigh and it slipped under her skirt. "You don't usually wear these," he said thoughtfully. His fingers softly dug into the hem of her one stocking and pulled it off, making sure to take his time.

"Why? Do you like them?" she breathed. She extended her leg, allowing him to give it a last tug to pull off the stocking.

"Yes." He kissed her.

"Truthfully, I ran out of laundry," she whispered. "So, I didn't have any pantyhoses left. I was pulling these things up all day at work. So annoying." She remembered Gaius making teasing remarks about her awkward shimmy at work all day.

Frederick stopped for a moment, letting her naked leg drop. He began to laugh quietly. She didn't need to admit the last details, but was Robin. Her dirty talk always made him laugh or smile at least once.

"What?" She smiled with him. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No." He shook his head, planting his lips on her forehead. "Thank goodness you ran out of pantyhoses," he chuckled.

"Frederick, why are you still dressed?" Robin snapped at him. Her fingers dug into his arms. "I want to see you now."

"Well, I guess I'm going to have to take my time then." He chuckled. He wasn't going to allow her to have her satisfaction yet. He was going to drag this out until she couldn't take no more.

"I want you now," Robin said forcefully. She wrapped her other leg around his waist and pulled him close to her body. She felt a hardness in his pants. "I know you want me too."

"Do you now?" He quirked an eyebrow. He had already slipped off her other stocking. "I'm going to enjoy this," he told her. He leaned in. "I'm going to make you beg and scream my name tonight."

Robin lost her words and ended up merely blushing. She buried her face into his chest. It was going to be interesting night. Her heart fluttered in anticipation.

Frederick on the other hand didn't waste time. He found the back zipper of her high-waisted skirt and pulled it down. He gave it a tug and the skirt fell to the ground.

"Not fair, Frederick." She looked up.

Frederick reached over for a tie that was hanging on the doorknob of the closet—it was the tie he decided he didn't want to wear that day. With it still in his hand, he picked up Robin in his arms. She gave a small yelp of surprise, followed by her musical giggles. He carried her over to the edge of the bed. She gave him a titillating smile. Robin wrapped her hand around the loosened tie around his neck and jerked him forward, pressing her lips against him. Then, without hesitant, she released him. Before he could get his hands on her, she had backed away near the headboard.

She sat there, waiting for him. The top of her blouse was unbuttoned (his work from earlier). Her neck was covered in love bites. He felt pride swell in his chest. The hem of her shirt skimmed the skin above her pink panties laced with black lace.

"And where do you think you're going?" He prowled onto the bed in all fours like a lion. He reached out and grabbed her ankle.

"What are you—," Robin began, but her demand ended up in a squeal when Frederick pulled. She laughed underneath him.

"You're not getting away that easily." He started to unbutton the rest of her blouse. As he did, he left a path of kisses, first past her soft breasts, down her abdomen. Robin's chest rose and fell rapidly underneath him with his hands trailing down the side of body to her hips.

"Mmm," she hummed pleasantly.

Frederick came back up to her and claimed her soft lips. She enveloped his mouth, fighting for some dominance in her compromising position. She felt his hands slipping off the shoulders of her shirt, revealing skin he hadn't marked yet. Robin sighed when he left her lips again. Instead, he pressed his lips against her shoulder. She felt his teeth graze her skin.

She shifted under him to help him remove her shirt. He pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside. Frederick stuck a hand underneath her back to undo the clasp of her bra.

"I have no idea how you do that with one hand." Robin chuckled once he undid the bra. "I can't even do that myself."

"I got to practice with you." He kissed her on the cheek before throwing the bra over his shoulder.

Robin's hands pressed against Frederick's chest and she dragged them down lower and lower. She undid his belt buckle and snaked the belt out. Then, she undid his pants and slid her hands in. She felt his firm member at her fingertips through his brief boxers. She bit her lip in excitement and stroked.

His body betrayed him and a groan escaped. The ends of Robin's lips curled in a delighted manner. She did it again, and he felt himself buckle under her touch. Before she could do more, Frederick's eyes flickered up to meet hers. He sat up and grabbed her wrists and pulled them out.

"Need I remind you? You're not allowed to touch today." He pinned her wrists at her sides.

"But I want to touch you." She made a disappointed face. "I want to feel you."

"Oh, you'll be feeling me tonight." He kissed her. "I'm going to have to tie you up earlier than I thought."

Robin pouted at him as she watched him pull his necktie off. She got up on her knees and pressed herself against him. "Can I at least watch you?" she asked unevenly. Before she even got her answer, she began to unbutton his shirt.

"You're really impatient today." Frederick finally undid his necktie.

"I haven't seen you all week," Robin reminded, crossing her arms over her bare chest. She felt so exposed, and here was Frederick, still dressed. Not naked. For her. "And since we promised that we would keep this a secret from work, I have to act like I don't know you." She pretended to glare at him.

He pulled one of her wrists towards him. He began to tie the end of his tie around it. "I told you, Robin. I had to prepare for the new chief manager's arrival. I'm sorry I neglected you."

"You better make it up to me." Robin gave him a cheeky grin, offering her other wrist. Frederick grabbed the other tie he grabbed earlier and tied one end around that wrist.

After he was done, he tipped her chin to force him to look at him. "Of course," he said with confidence. An excited smile spread across his girlfriend's face. "Give me a second," Frederick asked as he finished tying her up to the bed posts.

Once he was done, Robin demanded, "How am I supposed to touch your delicious body now?"

"Save it for another time. Tonight, just let me do the work." Frederick flicked her nose with his finger.

Without Robin's hands tugging at his clothes and hair and…other parts, he wouldn't be distracted. Robin adjusted herself on the bed. Frederick sat back for a moment, enjoying the view. Her breasts rose unevenly with every breath.

"Stop staring," Robin averted her eyes, blushing furiously. "I feel so…naked."

"I think you're beautiful." He leaned forward and rested on his forearms and reached to kiss her nose.

Then, Frederick's lips found their way to her breast. He noticed that her nipples were already erect—a sign that she was already aroused. He dragged his tongue over the nipple. Robin swallowed back a moan. She struggled against the bindings. It was a habit of hers to run her fingers through his hair as he made love to her.

His hand massaged the other breast. Robin squirmed underneath him, her legs squeezing together in hopes of alleviating the building sensation in her loins.

"Just fuck me already!" Robin moaned in frustration. She lifted her head to glare at Frederick.

"I will," he said nonchalantly, "in due time."

He enjoyed watching her face whenever they made love. There was always a shy, flustered pink tinge dusted on her cheeks, her eyes hazy with lust, and her lips slightly parted, ready to let out a cry of pleasure.

Robin dropped her head back. "This…is…so…u-unfair," she struggled to say as Frederick went lower and lower with his lips. She parted her legs for him, hoping he'd get the clue.

"Love, life is unfair." He massaged circles into inner thighs with his thumbs.

"Frederick, please," she begged.

"Begging already?" He raised an amused eyebrow.

Robin realized he was enjoying this way too much. She tugged at the ties holding her arms in place. She wasn't going to lie. There definitely was something to being tied up and being at the mercy of your lover—not knowing when she was going to allow her gratification. But she did miss playing sexual tug-of-war with him.

"Please," she breathed, pressing her head into the pillows. She was giving herself up.

"As you wish." He slid her underwear off to reveal her wet opening covered by a dark bush. Just the way he liked it. Before Frederick did anything, Robin kicked off her panties. "What am I going to do with you? You don't have an ounce of patience." He sighed in a patronizing tone. "I think we need to take this a touch slower to teach you a lesson."

"Don't you dare lie down," Robin snapped at him, when she realized he was settling down beside her.

"But I like watching you squirm for me," he whispered in her ear. As if on cue, she closed her eyes and swallowed hard.

"Frederick, I swear…" Robin whimpered at him, starting to lose control.

"I know," he kissed her.

"And you're still dressed," she whined.

"I know." His fingers dragged down her abdomen, tickling her along the way. Her back arched against his touch.

"And I don't get to touch you," she uttered in a shaky voice, turning her head to face him.

"I know." He smiled pleasantly. He used a finger to slightly graze her vaginal lips. She was slick wet.

"Mmm," she moaned. "If this is what sex with you is like when you're jealous, I wonder what it'll be like when we have makeup sex after an argument." She barely managed to finish the sentence because Frederick finally dexterously parted the lips and slid a finger in.

"I guess we'll find out then," he chuckled.

He felt his throat go dry the moment bliss relief spread on Robin's face. He made a 'come hither' motion with his finger.

Robin opened her hazy eyes to meet his. "F-Faster," she requested.

It was so hard for him to not heed her every command when she spoke like that, but today, he needed to control himself. "No, my love. Or you'll come before I get to have my fun." He muted her demand with another deep kiss. She weakly reciprocated.

Robin moaned into his mouth as he continue to stroke her velvety chamber. Her hands balled into fists and they trembled. He slipped second finger in, making stronger, faster strokes inside of her.

She pulled away from his lips and let out an ecstatic cry. "Yes. Ahh." She squeezed her eyes shut and bucked her hips. "F-Frederick," she gasped. "Don't stop." She felt the pleasure building up inside of her. She wanted, no, needed more.

"Does it feel good?" he asked in a low voice. His fingertips glided past her muscular wall again.

Robin gave a shaky nod. "I'm s-so c-close." Gods, he was brushing his fingers against the sweet spot.

"You can't come yet." He reminded her. "Not until I let you."

He heard Robin make a sound of protest as he withdrew her fingers.

"Fuck, Frederick." Robin sounded so close to the edge. "Why are you torturing me today? Just let me come."

"You challenged me to prove to you that you're mine. I want you to know only I can make you feel like this." He smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He sat up and licked his fingers. "You taste delicious today."

Robin blushed, averting her gaze from his intense stare. Gods, he wanted to take her now. His erection throbbed in his pants. But not now. He needed to hold out a little longer. This was too much fun.

"We can stop whenever you want." He sat up and moved to in between her legs. "You know the safeword." He unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time.

Robin's eyes followed each button, drinking in the little tidbits Frederick offered her. She could see his firm chest underneath his skin-tight undershirt.

"Why don't you just strip faster and just be done with it?" Robin tried to compromise. "I'm sure you're dying to finish."

"Me? Don't worry about me, I'm fine." He took of his dress shirt and tossing it aside. "I could go all night long."

"Damn it," Robin groaned. That was statement was fact.

She bit her lip when he grabbed the hem of his undershirt and pulled it over his head. She feasted her eyes on his well chiseled abs, his firm chest, and his muscular arms. She wanted to explore everything, but no. She agreed to be tied and fucked tonight. Frederick proceeded to take his pants off, revealing an evident bulge being held in his boxer briefs.

He lowered himself in between her legs and gingerly parted the hairs and then the lips with his fingers. For a moment, he admired the plump, pink flesh of her fruit. He wanted to see her expression when he ate her out.

Frederick saw that her body was tense, anticipating his touch. Her breathing was unsteady and heavy. Her eyes were clouded with lust, begging him to be done with it. She licked her dry lips. If it weren't for the fact that she was tied up tonight, she would've been already on top grinding against him. And he would've caved against her touch.

Robin gasped the moment she felt his tongue, taunting her again, drawing out each shaky breath and moan. He smiled as he continued to tease her intimate folds with his lips and tongue. He savoured her as he tasted and explored her.

"F-Frederick," she arched her back. He heard the twang of the ties that were holding her down. She was really sensitive today. "Ahh," she sighed in absolute bliss. Her hips bucked. He responded by holding them down.

The tip of his tongue travelled up and found her pearl. He flicked it.

"Yes!" Her breaths were sharp.

Frederick twirled his tongue around her pleasure pearl again and again, listening to her build up to her climax. "Fuck, d-don't stop," she pleaded. "S-so close." To her agony, he pulled away again.

Not yet. He was going to build this up.

She collapsed into the bed, allowing her muscles relax. "I hate you," she grumbled out of breath.

"We can stop whenever you want." He smiled at her again, fully knowing she wouldn't end this until she came. She shot him another glare.

He climbed back up onto the bed and hovered over her. There was a sheer layer of sweat covering her naked body and face. Her eyes were fixed on his movements. He reached over to his bedside table. He opened the drawer and pulled out a condom.

Robin tested to see how loose the ties were. She gave them a tug and confirmed that she could pull her hands through them. Stealthily, she slipped her hands through. All the pulling must've loosened the knots.

"Let me," she requested.

"Let you what?" Frederick quirked an eyebrow. He watched Robin pluck the condom out of his fingers. He frowned at her and asked in surprise. "How'd you get out?"

"I'm guessing you failed at knots in Boys' Scout," she teased. Her fingers ripped open the wrapper. "Or my desire for you can overcome anything. Pretty sure I could take down a bear right now if it tried to stop me." Gingerly, she pulled the condom out of the wrapper and pinched the tip. "We could stop whenever you want." She used his words against him with a sly smile, inching closer.

"You sly fox." Frederick snaked an arm around waist and pulled her in closer. He noticed his bites and marks further darken on her skin.

She rolled the condom down the length of his erect manhood, while holding his gaze. His Adam's apple bobbed, waiting in anticipation, waiting for her to finish. Before she got the chance to touch him again, he wrapped his hands around each wrist.

"I know what you were thinking," he warned and forced her to lie back down.

With her arms pinned above her head, she lied on her back, waiting for Frederick to finish the job. "I can't believe you've held out this long," she said in between his fervent kisses.

"For you, I can hold out as long as I need to," he said huskily. He was losing the edge in his voice. Robin gigglged darkly. She knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself any longer.

"Fuck me, Frederick." She shot him a seductive look. "Fuck me."

"Language, Robin." He pretended to be offended.

"You didn't mind earlier," she replied lightly.

"Stop talking and let me love you," Frederick ordered and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Briefly, he let her wrists go and parted her legs. He felt her gasp in excitement. Her hands found their place on the back of his shoulders, holding on for the powerful thrusts to come.

He guided his erection to her entrance, and dragged it over the lips, all the while avoiding her entrance. She pulled away. "You're driving me mad," she hissed into his ear.

"I know. I'm enjoying it," he responded in a deep voice. He listened to Robin gasp as he entered her. He slid in slowly. Robin closed her eyes. She was tighter than usual, but she hugged him in all the right ways. She sighed in content once he was in. "You're really tight even with all the warm-up." He pried her arms off of him and pinned them once again.

"It's because we haven't had sex in, like forever. You're not exactly small either," huffed Robin.

"I guess to address that problem, this will have to be a regular thing, huh?" Frederick kissed her on the forehead.

He felt Robin buck under him. "Worry about that later. Hurry up," she demanded.

He smiled dotingly at her. That was the one request he would grant. He pulled out a bit, and slammed back into her. Robin let out a short breath underneath him. He did it again and again, until he had a regular slow grinding motion going against her hips.

Robin wanted to find some way to grab onto him, even if it meant she couldn't use her hands. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding onto Frederick. She turned her head to the side trying to hide the intoxicated blush.

She listened to the bed creak rhythmically at their every move. She heard the lewd sounds their body made every time he dove deeper into her and she rewarded him with a soft moan or a gasp. She felt her sanity coming apart at the seams with Frederick's heavy breaths and carnal groans as he pleasured her and himself.

She felt a familiar feeling starting to build up. Robin's eyes squeezed shut, her knuckles white from clenching fists. She felt her body counting down to her climax.

"I want you to look at me." She heard a strained voice. She opened her eyes. "Look at me, Robin." Slowly, she turned to face the man above her.

His curly locks bounced with each thrust. She wanted to run her fingers through them. His brows furrowed, trying to keep every ounce of control left in his body. His mouth slightly parted, with hot breaths being exhaled. His face flushed from the both the intimacy and physical demand of the activity. Every now and then, she heard him groan loudly like a beast.

She held her breath underneath him, only to be betrayed by a moan every couple seconds. It was a like a game, trying to see how long she could hold onto her moans before Frederick forced them out of her. Her hair stuck to the sides of her face. Her arms pinned by her sides. She wore a shy blush as he bore into her eyes. Her breathing became faster and faster as she got closer and closer to her climax.

"Faster." She barely managed the words. "Frederick, faster."

He obliged, picking up the speed. He felt her legs tighten around his lower body in response.

"Ah…F-Frederick." Her entire body tensed and she squirmed, but her eyes didn't leave his gaze. Her hips kept raising, meeting him partway through his motion.

And with a couple more thrusts, she cried her lover's name, "Frederick!" Her back arched. Waves of explosive pleasure washed over her sex. The velvety walls contracted, grasping at Frederick's member inside of her. Her gaze was unfocused, but he knew she was looking at him, like requested.

Gods, it was unbearably hot watching Robin come. But, he didn't stop. He continued to pump into her, dragging out her orgasm, taking advantage of her peaked sensitivity. Momentarily, he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Robin's climax grab at his throbbing manhood. She swallowed, trying to catch her breath, and relaxed underneath.

"Your turn," she whispered, sweat misting her skin, her eyes full of affection.

Frederick released her wrists and held onto Robin's exhausted body. Robin finally got what she wanted: her arms wrapped around his back, gripping onto his shoulder. He buried his face into her neck, his hot breath becoming more fervent and irregular with each thrust.

She listened to him groan into her. One of her hands felt down his flexed back down to his buttocks. She gave his tight ass a nice squeeze

He chuckled, lifting his head. She hummed pleasantly, ignoring him.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure throbbing down below. She was always sensitive after an orgasm, so she always enjoyed being ridden out by Frederick until his release.

His breath got louder with each thrust. "Fuck, Robin." He gripped her tighter. "Fuck." He bit into her shoulder. Robin winced in surprise. That was new.

"Language, Frederick!" She laughed. She brought her fingers up and ran them through his soft hair. She breathed in his musk and scent.

"Gods," he cried out loud.

His thrusts became curt and forceful. Occasionally, he managed to coax out a pronounced moan from Robin still. She knew he was coming to his climax. Their hot, sweaty bodies rubbed against one another for a little longer.

Then a loud sound erupted from him. It came deep from his chest. "Robin! Argh!" Robin closed her eyes, shivering in delight when he cried out for her as he arrived. His slowed to his last couple, final thrusts, milking out his orgasm.

Robin felt all of Frederick's weight collapse onto her once he relaxed. She stroked his hair as he rested between her legs, on top of her. His hair felt damp from their rough tumble.

"You're making it hard to breathe," she said in a hushed voice, trying not to rush him.

"Sorry," he apologized and rolled off of her and settled in beside her.

She felt the cool air replace his warmth. She shivered and crawled into bed, under the blanket. Frederick dealt with the condom and settled himself under the blanket with her.

Robin nudged her way closer to Frederick. He lifted his arm up, allowing Robin to snuggle up against him and rest her head on his arm.

He kissed her on the forehead. "Don't fall asleep," he said in a teasing tone.

"I won't." She stifled a yawn with a small shake of her head. She fell asleep more often than she wanted to admit right after sex. She remembered how the girls at work would complain about their boyfriends falling asleep after sex, but not Robin. She was the one who fell asleep.

He sighed in content. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Mmhmm."

"Did I hurt you at any point?" he asked, brushing a lock of hair away from her face.

Her mouth pulled to the side for a moment in thought. A worried frown creased his forehead. If she had to think about the answer to that question…

"Yeah," she said seriously. He felt his heart sink. Then her face brightened, knowing she was playing with his head. "You wouldn't let me touch you. My feelings were hurt." She shot him a vengeful grin.

He gave her an exasperated sigh. "I thought I actually hurt you."

"I think you bit me at one point." Robin admitted with a giggle.

"Sorry, I must've lost control." He blushed sheepishly.

"I liked it." She pecked him on the mouth. Robin slid a leg over his hip, closing the gap a little more.

"How're your wrists?" Frederick rubbed his hand against Robin's thigh.

"I think they might bruise a bit, but I expected that much," she softly answered. She knew she had to answer all his questions to give him peace of mind. Something similar to this happened after they first made love together. But then again, she ended up in tears after they were done. She had no idea why she ended up so emotional after, despite how gentle Frederick was.

Frederick felt around for one of her wrists and he brought it up above the blanket. There were red welts around her wrists. He wondered if this was too rough on her. He brought them her wrist up to his lips and planted kisses on them.

"Are you trying to make them better?" Robin smiled at him.

"Maybe this will be a one time thing," he suggested.

Robin brought up the other wrist. "Kiss this one better too," she childishly demanded. He chuckled and did as he was asked. "I had fun. I think I should challenge you more often or have more ex-boyfriends to appear out of nowhere." She laughed at the last sentence.

"I don't see the humour in your statement," he grumbled at her.

"Oh, Frederick. I told you. I'm yours. Always," she said.

"Wait, how many do you have?"

"How many what?"

"Ex-boyfriends."

"Really? That's what you want to talk about?"

"Okay. Fine."

"Thank you."

The couple lied in bed in each other's arms, with limbs tangled. They enjoyed each other's company silently for a couple minutes.

"Are you sure I didn't hurt you?" he asked again.

"Oh, for the love of the Gods, Frederick. I loved it. You were amazing," she said loudly. "As always," she murmured.

Frederick grew quiet. Then he said, "Your hands are all over me."

He indeed was right, her hands were wandering all over him. "That's what you get for not letting me touch you. I can't help it that your body's the definition of perfection," she retorted back. He chuckled at her.

"Are you going to stay overnight?" He gave her arm a squeeze.

"Do you want me to?" she answered his question with her own question. "What about our rules?" She felt a smile tugging at her lips, but she hid it.

"It's a Friday night. We don't have work tomorrow." Frederick's eyes wandered around her face, looking for the answer.

"You don't think it's improper for an unmarried woman to sleep over at an unmarried man's house?" she questioned, in that teasing tone that only he got to hear.

"Would you like me to drop you off?" He played along. "It would have to be late though. Everyone at work likes to party around the area you live in and everyone recognizes my car. What would we do if they saw us together?"

"Well, then, what do you suggest, Executive Director Knight?" Robin's smile escaped her.

"Well, Manager Grima. Due to our work policy of highly discouraging dating between co-workers—" Frederick began.

"Technically, I'm not a co-worker." Robin interrupted. "I work in another division, in a position lower than you."

"As I was saying. It's frowned upon to date employees within Exalt, Inc., I propose—" He was interrupted again.

"You propose, huh?" Robin laughed. "Like a business plan?"

"Let me finish," Frederick said with a grin.

"Or what? Are you going to bite me again?" she smirked.

"Maybe I will," he pulled her in close and grazed his teeth on her shoulder.

Robin giggled as she tried to escape. "Okay! Okay! Oh my Gods. That tickles!"

Frederick let her go. "Robin, stay," he asked seriously.

Ah, there it was, she felt a sincere smile bloom on her face. Her eyes twinkled at his words.

"I want you to stay." He blushed.

"Sorry. Didn't hear you. One more time?" she asked hopefully, wanting to hear it once more.

Frederick scoffed at her and humoured her. "Robin, stay with me tonight."

"If you insist," she said. She felt a warm, giddy feeling her chest. "Y'know, Frederick, I like you. A lot."

Frederick ran his hand through Robin's hair. "I like you too."

Author's Notes: Let me know what you thought with a review or PM. Whatever floats your boat.

I haven't decided if I want to keep writing this one or not. I have some ideas for a plotline. It's nice because it could stand as a one-shot or a multi-chapter story.