Robin Buckley x Fem Reader One-Shots (SMUT)

Rain or Shine

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Face upturned to feel the slight drizzle that had cut short your picnic and your attempt to take advantage of the unseasonably warm fall, it takes you a moment to realize Robin isn't walking next to you anymore. You turn to see her frozen several paces behind you, brown waves turning to damp frizz, her hands stuffed in her pockets.

"I'm so, so sorry, Y/N." She says, despair coloring every word, "I wanted this to be perfect, because I— I really, really like you, and I've kinda wanted to go out with you for ages, and I thought this would be really nice because you said you wanted to have a picnic and I wanted to make you happy but it definitely wasn't supposed to rain and now it's ruined—"

Your heart melts as you take in how uncharacteristically nervous she is, reminding you of how she had acted when she first asked you out the week before— a feat that had only been accomplished after much encouragement from Steve and Nancy and plenty of reassurances that yes, you liked her too.

God, she's really cute when she's rambling, you think, and in lieu of a response (after a quick glance around to make sure the street is still deserted) you cut her off, slamming your lips to hers.

Robin remains frozen for a moment, but before you can worry that you made a mistake, she's pulling you closer, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek while the other snakes around your waist.

She tastes like the cherry chapstick she's always wearing, with a hint of the strawberries the two of you had been snacking on before the clouds had rolled in, and a touch of rainwater (that's suddenly falling much harder around you, though neither of you take note). The picnic basket slips from your hand and remains there on the wet pavement until you and Robin reluctantly break apart to catch your breath.

"Oh." Robin blinks owlishly, doing her best to banish the rain from her eyes, "So I didn't— we're still okay? Our date isn't, uh... absolutely ruined?"

"Not at all," you smile bashfully up at her, faces still barely a breath apart, "Think we can finish our picnic at the library? It should be pretty deserted there, and they let you bring in outside food as long as you don't go near the books."

She grins, because of course you would suggest finishing up this date at the library of all places. "Lead the way, sunshine," she says, dipping to press another, more chaste, kiss to your lips before releasing you.

The two of you race to the library, hands clasped the whole way.

As you arrive at the front doors a damp, giggling mess, you decide that despite the abrupt change in plans, you wouldn't change a thing about today — rain or shine.