Title: First Time
Series: The Best Moves
Disclaimer: Wholly original work.
Characters/Pairings: Robbie, Ethan, Skye, Rhyn
Summary: Question night...
Notes: origific bingo, 'first time'
"My first?" Robbie questioned. He shook his head. "Nah..."
"Go on and tell," Ethan said calmly. "It's not like it's even an interesting story."
Robbie chuckled and reached up to run his hands through his hair. There were grey streaks mixing in now, quite obvious against his natural black. They sparkled in the lamplight. "I guess Ethan has a point."
The brothers eyed each other for a moment before Robbie spoke again. Nothing had passed between them in more than five years. Robbie had come and gone from the city more than once. They'd worked out what they'd needed to. And Ethan had grown...
"There was this girl," Robbie said with a smile. "I forgot her name, though."
"How can you forget her name?" Rhyn questioned. "That's the sort of thing you remember forever."
"Not always," Skye commented from her seat beside Rhyn. "Sometimes... it's better to just forget. Write it off as practice."
"That's not something you get to practice!" Rhyn exclaimed. "It's once in a lifetime!"
Skye handwaved at him. "Okay, let me just point out that for a lot of ladies, the first time isn't that great but once everything's figured out and whoever you're with has also gotten everything figured out, it's a lot more fun."
She paused and shook her head. "Romance novels always get it wrong. Not that I expect any of you to be reading those..."
Ethan mumbled something. Rhyn just chuckled.
"Anyway, back of Grandmother's big ol' Chevy, almost got caught, not romantic at all, just kept hoping she wouldn't get knocked up," Robbie said.
"But you did it anyway," Skye noted.
"Well, yeah..." Robbie grinned. "That's sort of how it works at that age. Now... every woman I date just wants me to knock her up. Even after I explain that I'm not really family man material and just want someone to have fun with."
"Perhaps you need to try a different set of personals," Rhyn said with a little grin.
"As long as you don't mean the whips-n-chains section." Robbie ran his hands through his hair again. "I'm not really up for that sort of stuff anymore. Or ever, really, but sometimes you just do adventurous things..."
"Compared to Anna, you all think fuzzy handcuffs are kinky," Rhyn said flatly.
"If you're doing them right, they are," Ethan replied with a little smile. "It's not what an object is, it's what you do with it."
Skye giggled. "That's pretty true. But yay for the people who like the stuff they like..."
"Nothing you want to add to your story, Robbie?" Ethan questioned. He was grinning.
"Nope," Robbie replied. "That was it. Nice boring story."
He paused. "Except... she followed me around for ages wanting to do it again but I didn't, until she finally found someone who was really interested in her. And then she got knocked up."
Ethan couldn't help a smile. "And I babysat for Kimberly Simon's daughter for the next five years... Rosalie"
Robbie eyed him. Skye giggled again. And Rhyn simply went to hunt another round of drinks.
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