My Lolita, Cassandra [RFK/Bobby Kennedy] (Alternate Universe)

Part Six 🔞

"March in New York"

"Cassandra? Wake up." You feel a gentle hand rocking your shoulder. Smelling the familiar scent of Robert's cologne, you're quickly brought back into reality. "Hm?" You lift your eyelids to see him, with his bowtie fully undone, smiling weakly at you. "I brought you back to my house, I don't know where you live." He begins unbuttoning a few top buttons of his dress shirt. "Good, 'cause I don't wanna go home." You shift in your seat, uncomfortable with the thought of going home to see Judd smoking weed with his friends — or even worse, your father being there, though that seems highly impossible.

"Sorry." Robert leans the palm of his hand on your thigh as he tries to reach the glove compartment. "You don't have to be sorry." You convey your affection by caressing the hand tenderly. Robert exhales out of his nostrils, "You're not sober yet, are you?" He gathers a few things from the compartment before slamming it shut. "How much did you drink?" Robert's mellow voice is music to your ear, perhaps a lullaby, even. "You're just that intoxicating." You enticingly glide your hand upward, going from stroking his hand to his strong arm. "Come on, I'll carry you." Robert removes your hand from his shoulder before exiting the car. You notice the twinkle in his eyes is gone; he used to have those whenever he looks at you.

"Careful," Robert advises like a concerned father as you try to walk in your high heels drunkenly. "Carry me?" You stretch your arms out toward him, a deep blush spread from his cheeks to ears. "Let me unlock the door first." Robert sprint to the entrance, hopping the steps and straight to the mahogany door — almost as excited as a newlywed groom on his first night. You hold onto the side mirror of the car to gain balance. "Robert... I'm seeing stars." Your cackling reduces the tensions between the two of you, Robert makes it his mission to get you on a couch fast. "Hold tight." He mutters before scooping you off the ground in one swift move. "Ooh! You're so strong..." You squeal as Robert embosoms you beneath the night stars.

"Why the long face?" You lazily wrap your arms around his neck. The man goes silent, with his hands busy holding you, he has to close the door with his foot. "I'm worried, Cassandra." His shaky voice echoes through the empty house — you expected Diane to return home already, but remember seeing the parking spot empty. "You know? The amount of booze you drank." Robert continues to devote his time to take good care of his daughter's friend. "I'm sure I'll be fine... as long as I'm with you." The words you utter turn the man red-faced. He lays you down gently on a sofa, your legs sitting on the armrest.

"It just makes me wonder if you'll remember this when you wake up." Robert worriedly says as he squats down to your level. As usual, the moon cast its light on his face; crystallizing his gloomy eyes. "Robert, how on God's green earth am I gonna forget you fingered me?" You giggle like a starlet in return, putting a mortified look on the man's face. "You little rascal." He stifles a laugh, but a smile emerges on his face. "Sit still, I'll get you some water." The man leaves to fetch you a glassful of water. In that slumber moment, you almost dozed off again, until the vibration of your phone startles you.

"Fuck." You ignore the call as it comes from your little brother, but what shocks you is the clock — it's displaying 8:30 PM and your stomach is rumbling. Robert re-enters the living room, carefully holding a filled tall glass. "Here, finish it." He puts the glass down on the coffee table, before lifting your dainty legs so he could sit on the sofa. "I like you better in the car," You say, looking away from Robert as a protest to drinking that water. Much to his annoyance, the man easily props you up to a sitting position.

"Will you please let me sleep?" You whine in your half-asleep state. "Not until you drink this water." Robert places the brim of the glass on your lips, forcing you to drink it whether you like it or not. Your eyes are suddenly wide open as you swallow the drink. "Cold water? Seriously?" Your head begins throbbing again, Robert returns the glass to its place. "Come here." Circling you inside his arm, Robert pulls you in and gently lays your head on his lap. "Ooh, free head massage?" Your remark has him chuckling dryly while he does the exact thing. Soon, you can feel yourself drifting off — Bobby's blue eyes are the last thing you see.