With Sportacus getting everything ready, he went over to Robbie. Robbie didn't know what his plan is, but he just hopes he made the right choice.

"Alright, so just be yourself. She'll be here soon." Fiddling with his fingers, Sportacus placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You sure this would work.."

"Have you ever doubted me?" in a way no. Sportacus saw you coming as he ran off. Robbie noticed and saw you, his eyes widen you were wearing nothing but a white short sleeve blouse, trailing his eyes down, you were wearing a short purple skirt, the lower he went those damn legs of your made him feet hot. Shaking the thoughts out of his head. You were in front of him, Robbie gulped a little.

"Hello." you smiled at him, he loved that smile of yours.

"Hello ________." you took his hand and the two of you began to walk.

"I'm sorry for what I did.." he remember well, he only looked at you still walking.

"Im..well..not use..to.." what could he say, that he's starting to have emotions and feelings that his own mind wasn't helping him. Or that his own thoughts were becoming dirty. The outfit of yours wasn't helping at all.

"I know, but.." you looked at him, the two of you stopped. Staring at those eyes of his, were like diamonds. You brought your hand against his cheek, he held it, but didn't move. "Give me a chance to express them."

"Why...you know I'm a rotten. You shouldn't trust me." he pulled away from you, yet you didn't care. You pulled him back and hugged him. Robbie froze, looking down at you.

"I don't care what people say about you. You aren't rotten, Robbie. I...I want.." he pulled you away from him, he cupped your cheeks. Shushing you, you bit your bottom lip, he trailed his fingers up to those lips of yours. Playing with them, you wonder if he felt the same.

"Do you trust me that much? I could break your heart."

"I don't care." smart choice. Robbie leaned in close, his lips brushing over yours, yet what you thought was going to be something special he pulled his head to the side, he blew into your ear. A chill ran down your spine, close his lips were, he whispered.

"Prove to me than." with that he pulled away and began walking. Was this a test for you to see if you could handle him. Taking a risk, you began to follow him. Far away from the town, you saw he was going through the billboard. Curious as you were, you opened the door and noticed the hatch. Down below you saw, you climbed up the ladder and jumped down. Down below, you finally got onto your feet. Was this his home, you began to walk around, wondering where he was. Up top he saw the disguises, so that's how he got them. Creative for one, you than saw the orange chair, it was nice and comfy. You began to walk to it and sat down, rubbing the sides, it was fuzzy and soft. Before you began to move, you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, frozen in your spot.

"Robbie.." He leaned in close, before letting go and circle around you. Facing him, he moved a little closer. Showing a brave face, he only curled his lip, moving back against the chair, he climbed on, chest close to yours, his face inches from yours. Staring into this eyes of yours, you were beautiful,

"Are you afraid?" you felt his hand on your knee, trailing those long fingers up, just barely touching the skirt. You only looked at him, focusing on you.

"No." even further up, he moved his other hand, pressing his fingers against the button of your blouse, popping it opened. One by one,

"You should be." he was acting different than normal, maybe his home was his comfort zone. Once all the buttons were unbuttoned, he leaned close to your chest, just the corner of your neck, he began to nip lightly. Your breath hitched, this was too fast for you, but your mind went elsewhere. Robbie moved his hand up tugging on your undergarment. You legs widen on your own, causing Robbie to chuckle, "Really now. Are we really going to play this game?" he bit your neck, causing you to cry out, it wasn't pain, it was something else.

"I...I can handle it."

"Is that so?" he was testing no taunting you. He than lick the blood of your neck, he broke your skin, before moving his head up to yours, lips were almost touching. He moved his other hand, rubbing the fabric with his fingers, you softly gasp,

"So it's true than." rubbing a bit harder, before you trailed his finger into a tracing motion between your breasts. He began to press his lips against your skin, kissing your jawline,

"Your torturest __________. A villain I am and you don't stop me." it was true, you didn't want him to stop. Reaching your hand out to the back of his neck, rubbing your fingers through his hair, you whispered.

"I trust you." this was going to be more fun than he had intended.