𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 ˢˡᵃˢʰ

-𝘰𝘯𝘦

SEPTEMBER 1988
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.

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"HE'S GONNA KILL US, you know." were the first words saul had spoken to her since she stepped foot into his apartment; and she liked it that way. she would've been perfectly content with him saying absolutely nothing for the duration of her short stay, but he always mistook comfortable silence for his cue to talk.

"that's why i'm not going to tell him and neither are you."

she was scouring the floor of the dark bedroom for the remainder of her clothing. saul, of course, was being of no help as he laid on his bed and watched her wander pant-less, searching for her shorts.

"what he doesn't know won't hurt him." she finished, finally finding her shorts and slipping them back on.

"he'll find out eventually." saul said, sitting up on the side of his bed preparing to walk her out for the third time this week. her visits were more frequent when they were in the studio because saul didn't have time to go out and find new girls to hookup with every night. besides, hate sex was more fun than sex with a stranger.

"or he won't, because you're not going to say anything." she stated sternly, making direct eye contact with him as she did so. from the very first time they had sex up until now saul had been worried that duff was going to somehow find out about their time together and get upset with him. duff wasn't very intimidating most of the time but he was oddly protective of robin and had considerable height on saul, which only added to saul's fear of their "relationship" being exposed.

it was so prevalent that sometimes robin worried that he was going to tell duff out of guilt. she knew duff well enough to know that he wouldn't be nearly as mad at slash as he would be at her. bandmates were something that he saw as off limits, and her fucking one of them regularly was probably unforgivable. robin did feel guilty about willingly crossing that line and continuously lying about it to him, but that never stopped her from going back nearly every time saul called. it was fun, and it wasn't really hurting anyone as long as they kept it under wraps.

the problem was it was getting increasingly difficult to hide. with her spending more time with duff since the band had come back from tour, finding excuses for why she was busy and also rarely sleeping with anyone was getting hard to explain. her guilty conscience was catching up with her; realistically she knew duff had no clue because he had no reason to suspect anything but that didn't stop the rest of her from believing whole heartedly that he knew and was just seeing how long she was gonna keep up the juggling for. 

she hurried out of his room, now fully dressed and hair brushed, grabbing her purse off the couch and heading for the door where saul was waiting to close it behind her, her keys in his hand. she muttered a quick thanks and was on her way, in a hurry to get home and in bed since she had work early tomorrow. 

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this was so boring i have no idea what i'm doing #fillingthiswithexpositionsoicanstall