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Robin curled up on her side on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, basking in the heat from the roaring fire, heat that was enough to turn her skin pink, before flooding through the whole of the wood cabin.
For living life on the run, Robin was certainly living life well. And that was mostly down to the man behind her.
Man…Vampire…the distinction wasn’t as clear in Robin’s as it had once been.
That was mostly down to Spencer too.
It was hard to see him as nothing but a blood-thirsty monster when she’d seen him save a box of kittens from the side of the road. He still had his moments, of course, but now she saw him every day…his reputation as a mindless beast had been destroyed forever.
Especially when he languidly draped an arm over her waist, pulling himself closer so his chest was pressed against her back, cuddling her close.
“You’re thinking so loud you woke me up.” he murmured, his voice low and rough from sleep.
“Well, that’s what you get for falling asleep on me.” Robin smirked, knowing Spencer would hear it in her voice.
“I didn’t know you were still awake.”
“Oh yeah? Losing your edge in your old age, are you?”
Spencer snorted in amusement, ducking his head slightly to kiss the nape of Robin’s neck…before lightly scraping his fangs over the skin he’d just kissed: “You have a problem with my age, birdie?”
It spoke volumes that Robin, a former hunter who wouldn’t let Spencer within thirty feet of her without at least three wooden stakes, was now letting him tease her with his fangs while tightening his arms around her waist…but Spencer had earned that trust. He’d stuck with Robin through the strain of being on the run, through all the times she pulled faces at his dietary habits, and even all the nights she’d woken up screaming because of her nightmares.
Spencer had more than earned Robin’s trust. He’d promised to keep her safe, and he’d done far more than that. At some point, they’d gone from their usual flirting, to companionship, to being in love.
Robin adored Spencer. And the feeling was entirely mutual, despite how many often they went back to teasing each other like they used too.
Of course, that was part of the fun.
“Of course not…grandad.”
Spencer laughed, expertly turning Robin in his arms until she was facing him and he could smirk down at her: “If you wanted to call me ‘daddy’, sweetheart…”
Robin pulled a face, making gagging noises: “I cannot think of anything I want to do less. Literally not anything.”
“Now, now, birdie, it’s not nice to kinkshame.”
“Oh, it’s not about daddy kinks. It’s about your ego.”
Spencer growled, but Robin was far too familiar with Spencer to mistake the sound for anything but playful – even before he leant down to rub his nose against hers in a soft kunik kiss.
For all their history was filled with trying to stab, stake, and bite each other, at present Spencer was full of cute gestures like that, but they never stopped filling Robin’s stomach with butterflies. Even after a year on the run with him, he could make her melt with nothing but the chastest kisses, and he knew it, too.
Robin would say it hadn’t done his ego any good…but the truth was, she loved every part of Spencer. Even the bits that occasionally made her want to smack him with a pillow.
It was hard to hold those times against him when he was as being as sweet as he was being. Maybe Robin was going soft in her retirement from being a Hunter, but she was pretty happy to lay in Spencer’s arms, her head pillowed against his shoulder, slowly slipping into a doze while Spencer hummed some song she couldn’t make out under his breath.
She could tell he was thinking about something; the humming was a dead giveaway…but he was still relaxed and calm where he was lying next to her, so Robin didn’t think whatever he was thinking about was bad. Still…
“Now who’s thinking too loud?” she asked
Spencer snorted – but his voice was surprisingly serious when he responded: “I actually do have a question for you.”
Robin pulled back so she could look at Spencer properly: “Is everything okay.”
“More than okay.” he responded, smiling softly: “I wouldn’t be asking this if it wasn’t. Give me a second, and I can ask you.”
He slipped away from Robin, climbing to his feet to go over to the small Christmas tree they had put up in the corner of the room.
Robin pushed herself up into a sitting position, crossing her legs and watching as Spencer reached into the branches at the back of the tree. She had to wonder what on earth he’d hidden in the tree – but whatever it was it was small enough to be hidden in his hand as he returned to the rug in front of the fire.
It wasn’t until he went down on one knee in front of her, and opened his hand to reveal an open ring box, that Robin realised what was happening.
“Robin Helsing…sometimes you find your path in life, and other times it finds you. I’ve been head over heels for you since the moment you tracked me down in that club. You found me, and showed me a path I never would’ve found without you…and I want to stay on that path with you. Would you marry me?”
“Oh, Spencer…” Robin breathed, her hands shaking as she raised them to her cheeks: “…of course I will!”
Spencer laughed, taking the ring from its box and sliding it onto her finger. He caught her when she launched herself into his arms, even if they did end up back on the rug.
Robin lifted her face to Spencer’s, kissing him until she was breathless and happy. So, so happy. So happy that, even when her lungs started to feel tight from lack of oxygen, it was only reluctantly that Robin broke the kiss.
“I love you, I love you, I love you…” Spencer kept repeating: “You’ve made me so happy, Robin, thank you so much...”
Robin choked back a sob, happy tears filling her eyes: “I love you so much, Spencer, I can’t even put it into words…and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Spencer didn’t reply with words, he didn’t have to. He kissed Robin again, and it said everything Robin needed to hear.
And she still couldn’t be happier.