🍋 Twas a lemon warning children 🍋

Robin stood in the dimly lit hallway outside EJ's apartment, her heart racing with anticipation. She could hear the faint hum of music from inside, and as she knocked on the door, a rush of excitement surged through her. EJ opened the door with a sly grin, his eyes lighting up as he saw her.

"Hey, you," he greeted, pulling her inside without hesitation.

"Hey yourself," Robin replied, her voice low and teasing. They barely made it past the threshold before their lips crashed together in a heated kiss, both of them hungry for each other.

EJ's hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer, while Robin's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently. They stumbled towards the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way, until they were both standing in their underwear. EJ paused, taking a moment to admire Robin's body, his gaze intense and appreciative.

"God, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Robin smirked, running her hands down his chest. "Less talking, more doing," she taunted, her tone challenging.

EJ didn't need any more encouragement. He kissed his way down her thighs, spreading her legs and settling between them. His mouth moved to her core, licking and sucking with a skill that had Robin writhing in pleasure. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sheets.

"EJ, fuck," she gasped, her hips bucking against his mouth.

EJ growled, doubling his efforts. His tongue flicked over her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He slid a finger inside her, curling it just right, and Robin saw stars.

"Oh my God, EJ, don't stop," she begged, her voice breaking.

EJ didn't stop. He added another finger, pumping them in and out as his tongue continued to work her clit. Robin's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she neared the edge.

"I'm gonna cum," she cried out, her hips grinding against his face.

EJ didn't let up. He increased his pace, pushing her over the edge. Robin came with a scream, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her. EJ kept going, drawing out her orgasm until she was a panting, quivering mess.

He finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with a satisfied grin. "You taste fucking amazing," he said, moving back up to kiss her.

Robin kissed him back, tasting herself on his lips. She pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips. "My turn," she said with a smirk, grinding against his hard length.

EJ groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "Fuck, Robin."

She kissed him again, her hands moving to his jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them, freeing his erection. She stroked him a few times, enjoying the way he twitched in her hand. "You like that?" she taunted.

"God, yes," EJ groaned, his hips thrusting up into her hand.

Robin grinned, lining him up with her entrance. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. They both moaned, the sensation overwhelming. Once he was fully inside her, Robin paused, savoring the feeling.

"You're so fucking tight," EJ said, his voice strained.

"And you're so fucking big," Robin replied, rolling her hips.

EJ's hands moved to her breasts, kneading them as she rode him. Robin set a steady pace, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. EJ's head fell back against the couch, his eyes closed in bliss.

"God, Robin, you're amazing," he said, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

Robin increased her pace, bouncing on his lap. "You like that?" she asked, her voice breathless.

"Fuck yes," EJ groaned, thrusting up to meet her movements.

They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the slap of skin against skin. Robin felt the pleasure building again, her nails digging into EJ's shoulders.

"EJ, I'm close," she panted, her movements becoming more erratic.

"Me too," EJ replied, his voice strained.

Robin's movements became frantic, her hips slamming down onto him. EJ's hands moved to her clit, rubbing it in quick, tight circles. That was all it took. Robin came with a loud cry, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.

EJ followed soon after, thrusting up into her one last time. He spilled inside her with a groan, his body tensing as he came. They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breath.

Robin finally rolled off him, lying on her back next to him. "Round two?" she asked, a teasing smile on her lips.

EJ chuckled, pulling her close. "How about we watch something instead?"

Robin looked up at him, surprised but pleased. "Really?"

"Yeah," EJ said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I like spending time with you, not just fucking."

Robin's heart swelled at his words. She smiled, snuggling closer. "Okay, let's watch something."

They spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch, watching movies and talking. It was a change of pace for both of them, but a welcome one. For the first time, Robin felt like this might be more than just a fling.

And that feeling kind of scared her.

🍋 Lemon over 🍋

——

Grace and Lily were seated at their usual spot, the bar bustling with its typical evening crowd. They were deep in conversation, their laughter mixing with the clinking of glasses and the hum of chatter around them.

Robin walked in, looking more contemplative than usual. She had been wrestling with her feelings for EJ for some time now, and it was becoming harder to ignore. Despite their casual hookups, she found herself increasingly drawn to him in unexpected ways.

He had started doing little things that meant a lot—staying up late to watch her favorite movies, taking her on impromptu road trips and even listening to her vent about work without any judgment. These small gestures were beginning to blur the lines between friends with benefits and something more.

Grace noticed Robin's entrance and greeted her with a smile. "Hey, Robin, what's up?"

Robin hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Okay, you're right, I have feelings for him."

Lily nearly spat out her drink in shock. "Feelings? Back it up, who are we talking about?"

Grace, equally stunned but amused, responded, "My brother."

Lily's eyes widened. "EJ?" She let out an exaggerated "aww," clearly delighted by this unexpected turn of events.

Robin sighed and sat down, looking a bit lost. "I don't know what to do. I've never gotten this far into a... situationship with a guy before feeling like this."

Lily was confused and glanced between Grace and Robin. "Wait, hold on. Situationship? What's going on here?"

Realizing she had said too much, Robin groaned. "Damn it. Okay, EJ and I have been... hooking up for the last few months."

Grace's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure, though clearly torn. "Oh, what the hell? That's my brother!" Despite her initial shock, she knew this was pretty on-brand for EJ.

Lily couldn't resist a humorous remark. "Wow, you've been riding the Bennett Express. Did you get a frequent flyer card?"

Robin rolled her eyes but managed a small laugh. "You know I don't do this whole commitment thing. What do I do?"

Grace leaned forward, her expression serious but kind. "I think you just need to be honest with him. And be honest with yourself. Is this what you want?"

Robin looked down at her drink, stirring it absentmindedly. "I don't know..."

Lily placed a comforting hand on Robin's shoulder. "Hey, it's okay to be unsure. But whatever you decide, just make sure it's what's right for you. EJ's a big boy, he can handle the truth."

Robin's eyes darted between her friends, uncertainty clouding her features. "I don't know... I've never felt this way before."

Grace placed a comforting hand on Robin's shoulder. "Take your time, figure it out. But don't string him along if you're not sure. He deserves to know where you stand."

——

EJ leaned back in his chair, scrolling through listings on his tablet, trying to focus on work despite the distractions around him. The real estate office was buzzing with activity as agents fielded calls, shuffled paperwork, and strategized their next moves.

His new boss, Mr. Johnson, was a character straight out of a bad sitcom. Sporting a tacky Hawaiian shirt and a penchant for corny jokes, Mr. Johnson had a knack for making the workplace feel more like a comedy club than a professional office. EJ couldn't help but roll his eyes when Mr. Johnson attempted to motivate the team with his "inspirational" speeches that often involved exaggerated hand gestures and unnecessary sound effects.

"EJ, my man!" Mr. Johnson boomed, clapping EJ on the shoulder as he passed by. "How's it going today? Ready to sell some houses and make us all rich?"

EJ forced a smile, nodding politely. "Absolutely, Mr. Johnson. Just reviewing some potential listings."

"That's the spirit!" Mr. Johnson exclaimed, making finger guns at EJ before moving on to his next victim, er, employee.

The man seemed perpetually stuck in a mid-life crisis, his Hawaiian shirt a riot of colors that clashed violently with the drab office decor. As Mr. Johnson made his way to the coffee machine, he started regaling a group of interns with tales of his "glory days" in real estate, each story more exaggerated than the last.

EJ glanced over at his colleague, Sarah, who raised an eyebrow in silent commiseration. They had both seen Mr. Johnson's antics enough times to know when to tune him out and when to play along. Today, it seemed like one of those days where ignoring him wasn't an option.

"Sarah, my dear, have I told you about the time I sold a house to a celebrity?" Mr. Johnson announced loudly, his voice carrying across the open office space.

Sarah looked up from her computer, her expression a mix of amusement and resignation. "Only about a hundred times, Mr. Johnson."

"Well, buckle up for a hundred and one!" Mr. Johnson laughed heartily, slapping his knee as if he'd just delivered the punchline of the century.

Just as EJ was about to delve into a particularly promising property, Mr. Johnson appeared at his desk again, this time brandishing a miniature foam finger.

"EJ, my man, you're going to knock it out of the park today!" Mr. Johnson proclaimed, thrusting the foam finger into EJ's hand. "Remember, the key to success is positivity and a good foam finger!"

EJ glanced down at the foam finger in his hand, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Thanks, Mr. Johnson," he said, trying to sound grateful while inwardly questioning his life choices.

Mr. Johnson moved on to another agent, leaving EJ to shake his head and refocus on the task at hand. As he scrolled through property descriptions and market analyses, his phone buzzed with a message from Robin. A smile tugged at his lips as he read her text, momentarily distracting him from the chaos around him.

——

EJ sat at his desk, trying to focus on updating his client database when Mr. Johnson strode by, his loud voice carrying across the office.

"Alright team, gather 'round!" Mr. Johnson announced, his Hawaiian shirt almost blinding in its brightness. He clapped his hands twice, a broad grin plastered on his face.

EJ exchanged a weary glance with Ben, who was trying not to snicker at the scene unfolding.

"Now, I know we've had some tough weeks, but fear not! Today is a new day, and we're going to crush those sales goals like a... like a... well, like something really crushable!" Mr. Johnson proclaimed, his attempt at motivational speaking falling a bit flat.

EJ suppressed a smile, shaking his head as Mr. Johnson continued. "Remember, folks, every 'no' is just one step closer to a 'yes'! And every 'yes' means more commissions in our pockets!"

Sarah leaned over to EJ, whispering, "Does he rehearse these speeches in front of his mirror?"

EJ stifled a laugh. "Probably. But hey, at least he keeps things interesting."

——

It was 2 AM in EJ's apartment when his phone abruptly rang, pulling him out of a half-dreaming state. Irritated at first, he squinted at the screen, only to see Robin's name flashing. Despite the late hour, curiosity piqued his interest as he answered.

"Hey, Robin," EJ greeted, his voice still laced with sleepiness. "What's up? It's late."

Robin's voice sounded a bit nervous on the other end. "Hey, EJ. Um, I know it's late, but do you want to come over?"

EJ rubbed his eyes, trying to process the request. "Come over? Why? Is something wrong?"

Robin hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "Well, um, I just set up my new juicer, and I was going to make some juice. And I thought, you know who likes juice? EJ likes juice."

EJ couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Juice, huh? At 2 in the morning?"

Robin cut in eagerly, "It's really, really good juice."

"Okay, sure," EJ replied, amusement evident in his voice. "I'll come over. For juice."

"Great," Robin said quickly. "See you soon then. For juice."

"Yep, juice," EJ confirmed, shaking his head with a smile after they hung up. He couldn't help but wonder what Robin was thinking, summoning him in the dead of night for a juicing session.

Meanwhile, EJ's roommate Ben stirred from sleep, overhearing the conversation.

"Who's calling at this ungodly hour?" Ben asked groggily.

"Robin," EJ answered simply.

Ben's eyebrows shot up suggestively. "Robin calling you at 2 AM? She wants another round, huh?"

EJ chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Nah, nothing like that. She said something about making juice. I'm heading to Brooklyn."

"Juice?" Ben repeated, bemused. "Maybe juice is code for something else."

EJ shot him a look. "Bro, stop. It's literally about juice."

Ben laughed, teasing his friend. "I'm just messing with you. But seriously, with the amount of time you two spend together, you might as well be dating."

EJ sighed, considering Ben's words. "We're just friends with benefits, you know that."

Ben shook his head, sitting up in bed. "Friends with benefits don't spend hours at arcades showing up teenagers at air hockey and talking trash like you two did. Remember that time?"

EJ grinned, recalling the memory. "Yeah, they were so mad when we beat them."

"And what about that time you two spent the whole day exploring the city, just the two of you?" Ben added knowingly.

EJ nodded, the realization hitting him. "Yeah, we did."

Ben gave him a pat on the back. "Face it, EJ. You guys are more than just friends with benefits."

EJ pondered this as he left the apartment. Ben was right, Robin and him definitely spent more time together then with the gang sometimes. And hell, they were comfortable with each other.

But he didn't know, he never thought about being in a relationship with now.

But with Robin? Didn't seem so bad.

——

EJ smiled as he remembered the time he and Robin went to the arcade. It had been a spontaneous decision after a casual dinner, and they had walked into the neon-lit space with the enthusiasm of kids.

Robin's eyes lit up when she spotted the air hockey table. "EJ, you're going down," she declared with a playful grin, grabbing a paddle.

"Bring it on, Scherbatsky," EJ replied, matching her competitive energy.

A group of teenagers, overhearing their banter, approached. "You guys think you can beat us?" one of them challenged, clearly underestimating the duo.

Robin leaned in, eyes narrowing. "Oh, it's on."

As the game began, Robin's Canadian roots shone through. She played with fierce determination, deftly maneuvering the puck while taunting the teenagers with good-natured jabs about their technique. EJ kept up, adding his own flair to the game, and soon enough, they were obliterating their young opponents.

"Nice shot!" Robin high-fived EJ after he scored another point.

The teenagers, thoroughly defeated, groaned in disbelief. "Man, you guys are too good."

"Never underestimate a Canadian when it comes to hockey," Robin said, smirking.

After the game, Robin and EJ strolled through the arcade, still riding high from their victory. They stopped in front of a giant screen displaying highlights from recent NHL games.

"Look at those Canucks go," Robin said proudly.

EJ rolled his eyes. "Please, the New York Rangers would wipe the floor with them."

Robin scoffed. "Oh, come on. The Rangers are all hype. The Canucks have heart."

"Heart? Sure. But skill? Rangers all the way," EJ argued, his competitive streak matching hers.

They bantered back and forth, each defending their team with passionate arguments. The exchange was light-hearted but filled with genuine camaraderie, a testament to how comfortable they were with each other.

——

EJ hailed a cab, sliding into the back seat with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. As he buckled his seatbelt, he told the driver, "Park Slope and Eighth Street, please."

The cab pulled into traffic, and EJ found himself rambling, unable to keep his thoughts to himself. "So, I'm heading over to my, uh, friend-with-benefits' place," he began. "We're supposed to make juice. At two in the morning. Who does that, right? But, you know, it's Robin, and she's amazing, and honestly, I think I might want to date her. It's just... it's weird, you know? I mean, we have this great thing going, but then there's all this other stuff. Like, maybe I should bring something? Wine, probably. Yeah, wine would be good. Wine and juice. That works, right?"

The driver, a middle-aged man with a thick accent, glanced at EJ through the rearview mirror, raising an eyebrow. "Calm down, buddy," he said in a soothing tone. "I get it, you're nervous. We'll swing by a liquor store on the way, okay? You can pick up a bottle of wine."

EJ let out a relieved sigh. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it."

The cab weaved through the quiet streets of Brooklyn, EJ's mind racing with thoughts of Robin. The moments they shared, the laughs, the late-night talks, and yes, the incredible hookups. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more there, something worth exploring.

True to his word, the driver pulled up in front of a 24-hour liquor store. EJ jumped out, hurried inside, and returned with a bottle of wine cradled in his arms like a prized possession.

"Good choice," the driver commented as EJ climbed back into the cab. "She'll appreciate that."

EJ smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Yeah, I hope so."

——

EJ stood at Robin's door, feeling a strange tension in the air that was unfamiliar between them. When Robin opened the door, he offered a hesitant smile. "Hey, I brought wine," he said, holding up the bottle awkwardly.

Robin's eyes flickered to the bottle of wine in EJ's hand, then back up to meet his gaze. "I brought juice," she replied softly, a slight blush tinting her cheeks.

EJ chuckled nervously. "Right, yeah. Juice. That's what we agreed on," he said, scratching the back of his head.

They stood there for a moment, a palpable awkwardness settling between them, which was unusual given their usually easy rapport.

Robin broke the silence, her voice a mix of vulnerability and honesty. "Have you ever had one of those days where nothing at all that monumental happens but by the end of it you have no idea who you are anymore or what the hell you're doing with your life? Do you ever have one of those days?"

EJ nodded, understanding where she was coming from. "Uh, about once a week," he admitted with a wry smile. "Sounds like you had a rough day."

"Yeah," Robin sighed softly. "It was just... one of those days. And the only person I wanted to see at the end of it was you."

EJ's heart skipped a beat at her words, his usual cocky demeanor melting away into something softer and more genuine. "I'm glad you called," he replied sincerely.

Robin shifted on her feet, looking uncertain. "You wanna come in?" she asked, gesturing towards her apartment.

"Yeah, sure," EJ said, stepping inside with her. "Let me open this," he added, holding up the bottle of wine.