The water cradled them like liquid silk, warm from the sun and cool where their bodies met.
Minato's arms were locked low around Robin's waist, her thighs straddling his hips just beneath the surface, the thin fabric of her bikini the only barrier between them.
Every small shift sent ripples across the pool, and every ripple felt like a caress against their heated skin.
He dipped his head, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You are so fucking beautiful," he whispered, voice rough with reverence and hunger. His palms slid up the elegant curve of her back, fingers spreading wide as if trying to memorize every inch.
"Everything about you drives me insane. These perfect breasts," his thumbs swept just beneath the swell of them, teasing the soaked bikini top, "so full, so soft… softer than any pillow I've ever known. I want to bury my face between them and never come up for air."
A low, throaty moan slipped from Robin's lips. She arched into him, pressing those very breasts against his chest until the hard peaks of her nipples dragged across his skin.
"Mmm… being this close to you," she breathed, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate circle that made him groan, "having you hold me while the water kisses our skin… it makes me dizzy with happiness. I feel you everywhere, Minato."
His hands drifted lower, tracing the dramatic dip of her waist before flaring out to grip the lush curve of her hips. "Your skin is unreal," he growled, lips grazing the column of her throat. "Like satin soaked in sin. And these thighs," he squeezed the thick, toned flesh that clamped around his waist, "so strong, so plush… I dream about them wrapped around my head, around my waist, around every part of me."
Robin laughed softly, the sound trembling into a gasp as his teeth scraped her pulse point. She dragged her cheek across his chest, inhaling the clean, masculine scent of him mixed with chlorine and raw want.
"Do you know how many women would sell their souls for one hour in your arms?" she murmured against his skin. "You walk into a room and every heartbeat stutters. You are the definition of everything a man should be: tall, lethal, impossibly gorgeous, and so powerful the world bends when you blink. I've seen queens look at you like they'd drop to their knees without a word."
Minato's fingers dug into the generous swell of her ass, lifting her slightly so she could feel exactly how hard he was beneath the thin barrier of his shorts.
"Let them look," he growled, voice dark and velvet. "Let them dream. They'll never have me." His grip tightened, reverent and possessive as he pressed her even closer. "But you… this body," he squeezed again, slowly, deliberately, "this brilliant mind, this beautiful, wicked heart… all of it is mine now. God must have sculpted you on his very best day and then handed you straight to me, because no one else will ever touch what belongs to me."
Robin pulled back just enough to cradle his face in her trembling hands. Her eyes were glassy with emotion, dark and endless. "Then take it," she whispered fiercely.
"Take all of me. I would burn the world down if you asked me to. I would crawl across broken glass just to kneel at your feet. You saved me from a life of being a bargaining chip, Minato. You looked at me and saw a woman, not a tool. I am yours, body and soul. If you want me as your lover, your slave, your weapon, your queen, say the word and it's done."
His breath hitched at the raw devotion in her voice. Slowly, reverently, he threaded his fingers through her wet hair, tilting her face up to his. "Robin…" Her name was a prayer on his lips. "I don't want a slave. I want you willing, breathless, desperate. I want you choosing me every single day because you can't imagine choosing anything else."
"Then I choose you," she said instantly, voice cracking with emotion. "Every morning I wake up grateful it's your name on my lips instead of his. I choose you in every way a woman can choose a man."
Their mouths crashed together, no more gentle teasing, just pure, aching need. The kiss was messy, deep, and devastating. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped, soft moans swallowed between them.
Minato licked into her mouth like he was starving, and Robin answered with the same fervor, her nails raking down his shoulders, leaving pink trails on sun-bronzed skin.
He broke away only to trail open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, her throat, the sensitive spot just below her ear that made her whimper his name like a plea. "I'm going to worship every inch of you," he promised against her collarbone, voice ragged. "Starting tonight. Slowly. Until you forget there was ever a time you didn't belong to me."
Robin's hands slid into his damp golden hair, tugging hard enough to make him growl. "Promise?" she teased breathlessly, rolling her hips again in a slow grind that dragged a tortured groan from his chest.
"Swear on my life," he rasped. One large hand slipped beneath the water to cup her ass fully, fingers dangerously close to where she was already aching and soaked for reasons that had nothing to do with the pool. "But first… I want to watch you come apart just from this. From kissing. From my hands. From knowing you're mine."
He captured her mouth again, slower this time, languid strokes of tongue that matched the lazy roll of his hips beneath her. Robin melted, every muscle turning liquid as he kissed her like she was air and he'd been drowning for years.
His other hand slipped between them, thumb circling the hard peak of her nipple through the thin bikini fabric until she was panting into his mouth.
"Minato," she gasped, forehead pressed to his, "you make me feel cherished and filthy all at once. I love it. I love, oh God,"
He cut her off with another searing kiss, swallowing the confession before it could fully form, because some words were too big for this moment, too vast for the space between heartbeats.
Instead he let his body speak, palms gliding, lips devouring, hips rocking in a rhythm that promised everything still to come.
When they finally pulled apart, both were trembling. Robin's lips were swollen, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed the most beautiful shade of pink.
She rested her forehead against his, fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw like she was afraid he'd vanish.
"I meant every word," she whispered. "Anything you want. Anyone you want me to share you with. Mikasa's intensity, Kushina's fire, any woman you desire, I'll bring them to your bed with a smile, because making you happy is the only ambition I have left."
Minato's eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with lust and something deeper, something that looked a lot like love. He brushed a strand of wet hair from her face, thumb lingering on her lower lip.
"Careful, woman," he murmured, voice gravel and silk. "Keep talking like that and I'll have you screaming my name before the sun even sets."
Robin's answering smile was pure sin. "I'm counting on it, my lord."
She sealed the vow with another kiss, softer this time, tender and endless, while the water lapped gently around their entwined bodies and the sky bled gold and crimson above them.
They had all night. They had tomorrow. They had every tomorrow after that.
And Robin intended to spend every single one proving just how deep her gratitude, and her devotion, truly ran.The water cradled them like liquid silk, warm from the sun and cool where their bodies met.
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