Only You- (Robin Arellano x you)

Chapter 25 - My Pajarito

Sunday 1st November 1976

I felt the warmth slip from me and groaned, opening my eyes slightly. "Shh, go back to sleep mi amor." He said brushing my hair out my face, and I fell back into slumber almost immediately blank space filling the void of my mind for once.

I woke up groggily with a splitting headache, I sat up holding my head. I should not have had that many shots of tequila. I rubbed my eyes and suddenly memories of last night came flooding, I looked next to me and the space was empty, all that was left was the smell of his musky smell of jasmine and cinnamon. Oh for fucks sake. I decided to just go to the bathroom and see the damage. I switched the light on and gasped at myself. All over my neck was purple hickeys and a red bite mark on my shoulder, similar love bites littered across my lower stomach and inner thighs. Shitting hell we certainly had a good time, I smiled slightly as I remembered how gentle he was afterwards and how he almost immediately knew I wanted to go home.

My hair didn't look too bad to be fair, it could have been worse. So I braided it into one plait, how the fuck was I going to explain all of these hickeys I have no idea. I walked out of the bathroom and suddenly smelt something cooking. I carefully went downstairs slowly and looked into the kitchen, leaning in the doorway.There stood Robin, shirtless in his jeans, frying what seemed to be french toast. I think he heard the floor creak because he looked up to the doorway, smiling when he saw me standing there. "Hey princesa, how'd you sleep?" He asked sweetly. He leaned against the counter crossing his arms, he had his hair tied into a bun a single curl let down in front of his face. "Good, what about yours?" I asked walking over to him. "Slept like a log." He replied with a laugh. I looked at what he was cooking, it was in fact french toast. "You know how to make french toast?" I asked suprised slightly that he knew how to cook anything. "Hey, hey, hey your saying it like your shocked I can make something?" He said raising his eyebrows. "You can make other stuff?" I said in shock, he opened his mouth acting as if he was horrified at what I had just said, "Thats so offensive, of course I can cook stuff other than french toast, I'm not a fucking idiot." He said rolling his eyes, I gave him a look up and down "Okay whatever you say pajarito".

He had turned back to the food and was dishing it up. I gasped, "I have a bone to pick with you." I said as he dumped the dirty pan into the sink and turned around. "And why's that?" He said a smirk spread across his face, he tilted his head to the side, looking me up and down. Oh gosh that just gave me flashbacks. "Look at what you've done to me!" I complained showing him the hickeys across my neck and collarbones, but I was not about to show him my inner thighs thats for sure. "Lana honey, have you seen what you did to me?" He replied back showing me his neck, which also had various purple hickeys, he then turned around and pointed at his back which had red scratch marks running down his back. I pressed my lips into a thin line, cringing slightly at the sight. "Sorry?" I apologized. He laughed, "Your all good, I liked it when you did it."

That comment made me blush extremely hard, and he noticed which was worse because he chuckled when he saw. Then pushing a plate towards me, "This is for you." He said smiling as we both sat down on the chairs around the island. "Thank you, you didn't have to." I said smiling back at him. "Its my pleasure, I wanted to." He said shrugging and began to eat. "Oh my gosh." I said. "What?" He replied "Is it bad, I can make you another one if it is-" "No its really good." I said giggling at his reaction. I saw him let out a visible sigh. "Oh, okay thats good then." He said laughing in releif.

"So your rich then?" He said more than asked. "What?" I said confused. "I mean, you live in the 'richer' part of town, your bedroom is like twice the size of mine, you have an Island in your kitchen, a dining room, a basement, a pantry and like 6 bedrooms?" He finished. "Thats a lot of rooms." I sat there for a moment, "I mean , yeah I guess we kind of are, not as rich as like Donna but we don't exactly have a lack of money, no." I laughed slightly. He sat back, "It must be nice to have money AND loving parents." He laughed, I don't think he meant it as an insult but more in awe. When truly I wished I was him, sure he wasn't the richest, but he was loved. Thats far more precious in my opinion. You can have all the money in the world but you can't buy love.