Finney:
I smile, gently grazing my hand across Robin's. My hand slips under his.
He cups my cheeks and gently kisses me. He litters my face with small, soft kisses. "Are you done yet?" I groan. "No," he responds, continuing to kiss me.
I playfully push him off of me. "Stop it," I giggle, trying to hide my faint blush. "You know you like it," he grins, tightly gripping my hand. I stay silent, heat rising my face.
"Awww, is the Finney Blake blushing at me," he coos, a devious smirk forming on his lips.
"Asshole," I chuckle, looking away from him.
—•—•—
I lay, cuddled up into Robin's chest. His hand glides down my hair, gently caressing me.
He stares at the TV, watching a movie. I don't understand, but, yet, I'm not even paying attention.
I stare up at Robin's face, watching his facial expression alter. It changes from a enamored expression, to a small faint smile.
His hand gently creeps up to my face. He looks at me and chuckles. My face turns a crimson hue as I look away.
He kisses my face. Leaving small, yet soft, kisses all over me.
