OTA: Robin in da club!

[goodfellow]

As much as Robin had enjoyed being in New York with Prometheus, he'd grown restless. And now that he was back in London, he realized how much this really did seem like his home now. He loved the city, he loved running the club. He even appreciated the friends that he had here, as much as he still attempted to keep them at arm's length.

Tonight, he made the rounds at Saturnalia dressed in an impeccable plum colored suit with a silver cashmere scarf hanging from his neck. He was already planning for a New Year's Eve party to celebrate the anniversary of that first "unofficial" opening of the club. Perhaps he could make it even better this time.

He was carrying a bottle of good champagne, still cold, and occasionally stopped those with empty glasses (of anything) and offered to refill them. Though now, he tipped his head back and poured some into his mouth before wiping it and looking pleased with himself.

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[harrowgate]

Felix's eyes fluttered shut for a breath. The urge to pin Robin against the nearest wall and shove a hand down his trousers was nearly overwhelming, but Felix's self-control was iron-clad when he chose to employ it. "Solstice," he reminded the puck, and released his hand from his hair.

[goodfellow]

Robin's eyes were burning dark with desire when he looked at Felix after he was released. He took a step back from him. "Yes," he said. "Meet me here."

[harrowgate]

"Wear something expensive," Felix suggested, his eyes flashing as he held Robin's gaze. While tossing him up against the wall would be delicious, this slow burning want was something he could savor for days.