[Originally when Wally came out with that 'kiss the bride' line, Robin had a retort and an eye-roll ready for action. Because obviously if he didn't, and if he gave it a moment to sit and think over, Wally would look too far into it and everything would just get complicated. Complicated because of things Robin was trying to ignore, trying to get rid of. The same kind of things that always ended up pushing the 'joke' about them being married, the things that made him push it just a bit farther than he should, than was necessary, but he didn't care because it was just a joke, right? Christmas and the sleeping together and the hospital thing and-
The train of thought is derailed when Wally reaches out and touches his face, and Robin has a split-second for his eyes to glance up before Wally's kissing him. Again. And it's not Christmas or peer pressure or mistletoe and it's not a dream and Wally is kissing him, actually kissing him, and it's nice. More than nice, though it also hurts, in a way, with how Robin's heart is pounding in his chest and he can't seem to simply breathe but he won't break it, he won't be the one to break it, because Wally is kissing him and it's just them.
But then Wally breaks it again, and for a moment Robin just sits there with his eyes closed hoping it's not over, praying but then he feels Wally's forehead against his own and he opens his eyes the slightest bit to look at him, first at the smile, then his eyes, and his lips turn up into a slight smirk. Just because it all feels good. Great even.]
Probably.
[He thinks about it for a moment, his eyes glancing down to see that one of Wally's hands - the one that hadn't been touching Robin's face a few minutes before - was lying on the bed, and in a moment of courage and if you don't do it now you may never get the chance, Robin slips his fingers between Wally's.]
You never know, someone might need to know I'm taken.
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The train of thought is derailed when Wally reaches out and touches his face, and Robin has a split-second for his eyes to glance up before Wally's kissing him. Again. And it's not Christmas or peer pressure or mistletoe and it's not a dream and Wally is kissing him, actually kissing him, and it's nice. More than nice, though it also hurts, in a way, with how Robin's heart is pounding in his chest and he can't seem to simply breathe but he won't break it, he won't be the one to break it, because Wally is kissing him and it's just them.
But then Wally breaks it again, and for a moment Robin just sits there with his eyes closed hoping it's not over, praying but then he feels Wally's forehead against his own and he opens his eyes the slightest bit to look at him, first at the smile, then his eyes, and his lips turn up into a slight smirk. Just because it all feels good. Great even.]
Probably.
[He thinks about it for a moment, his eyes glancing down to see that one of Wally's hands - the one that hadn't been touching Robin's face a few minutes before - was lying on the bed, and in a moment of courage and if you don't do it now you may never get the chance, Robin slips his fingers between Wally's.]
You never know, someone might need to know I'm taken.