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The cigarette that Robin had gotten (stolen) from Joyce hung between wry lips as Nancy took a breath, the heat and smoke lingering gently on her tongue before she passed it back to Robin.
Robin let out a breath before taking one last puff, coughing slightly afterwards with awkward, pursed lips. Nancy couldn’t help but wheeze a little at it, the reaction Robin had every time she took a puff. Robin was never a smoker, and really, neither was Nancy, not on the regular, at least, but one thing she had in common with Joyce Byers was an angry smoke.. if a cigarette was available, of course.
“Do you want any more of this thing?” Robin grunted, twirling it in her fingers, clumsily, like a pencil. The lit end burnt rather beautifully in the low light of the radio shack. Robin had snuck her up to the very top, the roof, with blankets and pillow strewn about, as if this was a spot she used often to lie around and relax. Nancy shook her head, making a sort of ‘go’ motion with her hand, as if to encourage the other girl to get rid of it.
Robin did just so, bending down and holding it between her fingers before pushing it against a part of the balcony not covered by blankets. Small little crackles of contained Fire speckled the stone floor before the cigarette’s light went out. She then flicked it somewhere far off on the balcony, darkness preventing her from seeing where it even landed.
She turned back to Nancy, adjusting herself, laying her head down on some pillows, and looking up at the stars while Nancy still sat with her knees up, looking down at Robin with an amused look.
Robin was about to say something, but the look contorted into something of annoyance, and for a moment, the younger girl’s heart raced— had she done something to annoy her? “Robin,” Nancy said, her eyes rolling. “I just remembered something, I was going to tell you before but we got busy.” She said, picking at her nails for a moment before going back to her thought. Robin simply listened and watched with full interest, distant starlight illuminating her attentive gaze as she waited for Nancy to continue.
“Murray was like, totally heckling Jonathan about sleeping with me. It made me want to shoot him— them both, really, right there!” Nancy scoffed, her annoyance and disgust clear, and Robin couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it— a balding, scroungy man like Murray trying to tune into their sex life? Weird, very weird— but it sounded just like him. “Ew,” Robin said, furrowing her eyebrows. “He does know your parents are.. well…..” she trailed off, biting her tongue, immediately regretting mentioning it. She didn’t need to consistently remind the girl that her parents were teetering on the edge of death, playing footsie with the afterlife.
Clearly, Nancy picked up on her sudden anxious bristle and soothed her thoughts. “It’s fine, you can talk about it.” She said gently, her curly hair blowing in the slight breeze as she turned to the stars. “Yeah, but, he knows. He said— What was it, oh, that this was the best time. High stakes, or something about the beauty of life and its inherent finiteness. What a dick.” Nancy scoffed, tapping her foot gently against the stone.
Robin moved her hands to rest against her stomach, meeting Nancy’s gaze up at the stars. “It’s different for everyone, it’s such a nutty assumption that all this stress gets you going. I’d say he should have asked, but if I had it my way, he’d never talk about sex again.” She joked, with her signature laugh that teetered on the edge of confidence and nervousness.
But in the wake of Robin’s words, a certain quietness seeped into the air and clung with every breath exhaled from Nancy. “He’s right, though.” Nancy finally admitted, in a sort of embarrassed, bashful chuckle that was nothing like her.
Robin’s eyes shot open wide, and she scrambled up from her lying position to make eye contact with Nancy, a surprised, open-mouthed look on her face as the moonlight above gently kissed her freckled face. “Seriously? So you guys— I mean, did you…” The younger girl trailed off, eyes flicking from side to side as if to hint at something she wasn’t going to say.
Nancy scoffed at this, feigning offense, furrowing her brows. “With Jonathan? No! Christ, Robin.” She exclaimed, rolling her eyes as Robin looked away with a small laugh, a bashful grin on her face. “It wasn’t an outlandish question, Nance.” Robin teased back. “He’s your boyfriend after all.”
Nancy once again let silence creep in, as if she was thinking of what words to say next, chewing on her tongue as Robin simply examined her face for any twitch of emotion to give away what was to come. “He’s your boyfriend, right?” Robin blurted out, suddenly, clearly eager to clarify in the wake of Nancy’s rather quiet reaction.
“Barely.” Replied Wheeler, tilting her chin up to look at the stars, and Robin drew a little closer, on hands and knees, bunching the cloth of the blanket on the floor in her palms. “Go on,” She encouraged, a flash of nosy interest and concern all the same glistening in her eyes.
“It’s so hard, it feels like this constant push and pull, and even on the best days, it feels so.. wrong.” She paused, letting out a big sigh. “Nowadays, we are both miserable! I mean, we’ve been through so much, but he’s such a self-centered prick! He hates Steve, and even though I can’t help but feel it makes sense, Steve is like— my best friend.” She said, and Robin nodded with agreement.
“Yeah, Steve’s like, a really awesome guy. ‘Bit of an air-head sometimes, but you can’t help but love him.” Robin said, picking at her nails as Nancy let out a chuckle.
“I agree, but I also don’t want to date him. I can’t tell if he really wants to just be my friend, or if he’s yearning for something more— waiting for me and Jonathan to implode so he can swoop in! It’s such a mess, Rob.” She said, in an angry, exhausted tone.
Robin can’t imagine that amount of drama in a relationship, let alone this conflicting idea of two equally annoying boys chasing each other’s tails in hopes of impressing Nancy enough to walk away with her. She’s also certain her.. preference for women doesn’t help her sympathize with Steve nor Jonathan. “I’m sorry, Nancy. That sounds like hell on earth, really, I hate boy drama.”
It did really suck that Nancy had to deal with all these pesky boys. A part of Robin desperately wished she could be Nancy’s partner instead; take care of her, in every way; any way Nancy wanted. “I mean it.” Robin echoed.
Nancy nods, but her mouth opens to speak more. Robin, ever the good friend, listens early. “The worst part… is Murray’s right. I’d love to get off right about now. But Jonathan is the last thing that’ll get me going, and I don’t even have the privacy of my own house anymore… It’s become a crime scene.” She growls, but it fades off into an exhausted, defeated sigh as she pinches the bridge of her nose.
Her words echo throughout Robin’s head, bouncing around as she thinks for some advice, a solution to give. Robin’s always been terrible at having a filter or sounding sincere, her mother reinforces those truths whenever she can— it’s why the next words out of her mouth sound so wrong.
“Y’know, you could just like, do it up here. Get off, I mean.” Robin said, at first in an awkwardly nonchalant offer, but at the realization of what she said paired with the shock pooling on Nancy’s face, she’s quick to babble out more words. “Sorry, oh my gods, that sounds like, horrible, right?” She laughed, so nervously, that it almost sounded like she was on the verge of tears.
“Like, you don’t really have a place to do it, and no one but me comes up here, and I’ll stay away if I know you are up here, so then, you can, y’know, scratch that itch, without Jonathan.” She concluded, despite her words really not making the offer any less strange or sexually charged.
Nancy laughs, in a burst, a trail of laughs that fade off and echo into a sigh. “Robin….” That was all she said. But Robin could see the redness gathering in her face despite the darkness outside, and she could hear the rhythmic tapping of her fingernails against stone. Nancy Wheeler looked really pretty in this moonlight, Robin started to realize. Robin’s own face started to flush, and she almost pulled back from their closeness, regret swelling up in her throat.
What if Nancy could see right through her? I mean, she hadn’t made that offer to be inherently sexual or pervy, instead a foolish gesture that was supposed to resemble kindness. But was it obvious to tell how flustered Robin suddenly was at the low-lidded glances Nancy was throwing her?
Words were not exchanged for what felt like hours. They just both looked away from each other, instead training their gaze on the stars, the night breeze gently ruffling their hair. But a sound started to prickle within Robin’s ears, and she became acutely aware of it. The sound of denim rubbing together, gently, but with a speed that piqued her interest.
She turned, as inconspicuously as she could, and nearly jolted as she saw Nancy’s thighs rubbing softly against each other, but with a rather curious urgency. Nancy was looking away, but Robin was quick to notice the edge of her ears turned a burning red. Was she— …?
Robin got up, suddenly, not meeting Nancy’s gaze, which was now trained on her, eyes wide. “I’m sorry, I’ve made this incredibly awkward. That’s kinda my thing, right?” She laughs, moving one of her hands to grab at the back of her neck, feeling the beads of sweat that had collected there. She was about to take more steps away, towards the staircase door that would lead her back into the radio station to wallow in shame— when a hand grabbed her free wrist.
She turned to look at Nancy, who was holding her in place, though Robin was doing little to protest the grasp. Her face suddenly looked.. disheveled. Her eyes were low, eyelids hanging down, her eyelashes fluttering in a stomach-turning way. Robin swallowed thickly, her fingers trembling, the skin around her collarbone heating up substantially as Nancy looked up at her with such a.. needy face. A face she had never seen, nor dreamed to see on Nancy Wheeler’s face, the guns-a-blazing, take-no-shit, journalist of Hawkins.
“I—“ Robin choked out, in almost a laugh, one so filled with nervousness it almost came out as a warble.
Nancy, despite her face, had the same blaring air of confidence. “Robin.” That was all she said at first, but the younger girl couldn’t bring herself to respond, her heart pounding in her chest, thrumming against her ribcage like a steady, static signal.
“You, I wanna do it with you,” Nancy said, her voice unwavering, not a hint of cruel joking in her tone, all directed at the quaking lesbian before her. Nancy let her hand fall away from Robin’s wrist, and the shorter-haired girl stayed in place, her eyes wide, meeting Nancy’s stormy, grey eyes looking back at muddy blue.
“I… your—“ Robin started, now basically digging her nails into the back of her neck, as if desperately trying to wake herself from what had to be a fever dream. Suddenly, the girl’s knees gave way, and she fell forward into Nancy, who put her hands up to catch the younger girl. Robin’s knees fell against the ground as she tumbled into Nancy’s knees, pulling back as soon as she got her bearings, now even closer to the wheeler, who seemed to be desperately drinking in every flustered, agape detail on Robin’s face.
“You don’t have to, I’d never make you,” Nancy said, firmly, tapping her fingers in Robin’s hand as Robin looked at the ground, her hair like a shallow curtain around her gaze as she looked at the crinkles and folds in the blanket they lay chaotically on.
Nancy Wheeler was asking her to have sex, she was asking Robin Buckley, the weirdest lesbian in all of Hawkins. The virgin who spent her summer scooping ice cream before getting beaten to near death by Russians. While Nancy wrote for the papers and fucked up any monster that dared draw near to her and her friends.
Nancy Wheeler, who had a boyfriend, a stupid, annoying boyfriend, but a boyfriend. Who had shown no inclination towards girls, let alone someone as pathetic as Robin.
“You don’t mean it—“ was all Robin could say, in an exasperated gasp that almost sounded like a moan. Nancy was further spurred on by such a noise.
The offer was intoxicatingly sweet, too good to be true, and so, so.. hot. Nancy drew closer, her lips brushing against Robin's ears, eliciting a full-body tremble and a pathetic, quiet noise from the younger. "You know I don't say things I don't mean, Buckley." She whispered, using her open hand to rub her thumb over Robin's thigh.
“If you don’t want this, I’ll walk away, I’ll never mention it again.” She said, watching Robin, whose head now hovered over the crook of Nancy’s neck, her breath ragged, quick, and hot.
Robin didn’t say yes, not yet, though every part of her body desperately wanted to agree as the wave of heat and adrenaline mixed with shameful fear crashed through her body.
“I’ve never actually… You wouldn’t get what you want from being with me. I can barely get myself off.” Robin said, in almost an airy laugh, her nervous chuckle returning. Nancy seemed completely unfazed by her words, as if she believed not a single bit of it. It was like she was sure she’d find everything she was desperate for in Robin.
Nancy let the question hang in the air still, she had nothing else to add, no interest in coercing the girl with more sultry words if her interest, her consent, her comfort wasn’t there. To her surprise however, the lack of words, of movement seemed to further bother Robin, or more so— make her crave what had been clouding her for only a few moments. Then; Robin leaned back, pulling up her shirt and tossing it aside, leaving only her bra on.
She lay down, barely propping herself up on her elbows, her breasts only now covered by thin cloth, her perky nipples easy to see. Nancy looked at her, eyes wide sitting just in front of her feet. Robin’s legs were spread, one propped up while the other was laid out, her tight jean shorts pressing uncomfortably close against her heat.
Robin’s face was burning hot, made even worse as she was being devoured under Nancy’s hungry gaze. “Please, Nancy.” was all she could muster, her fingers trembling, her throat burning with each word
Nancy found it equally amusing and unnervingly hot that the tables had been flipped so quickly— Nancy was the one ready to say please, and yet there Robin was, desperately looking at her; exposed all on her own free will. A submissive pose, sultry, begging eyes; a ribcage that rose and fell with exhilarating speed.
Nancy pushed herself up on her knees and climbed between Robin’s legs, on top of her, her hands holding her up, their skin and cloth near inches from touching. Nancy slowly craned her head down and hovered her lips over Robin’s, allowing her to pull off and away— as well as the opportunity to take the first step.
With one last breath, a shivering, hot cloud, she encased Nancy’s lips in hers, desperately kissing the girl, wrapping her hands around the upwards curve of Nancy’s waist. Nancy kissed harshly, hungrily, like a hunting predator, letting one hand bear her body’s weight as she used the other to curl her fingers around Robin’s throat, feeling the skin and muscles of it pulse in her palm as her vocal cords trembled. The kiss tasted like smoke, like cigarette drag and lust. Nancy was sure she could drown in the feeling.
When they pulled away to breathe, Robin let out a whimper, a needy noise, as if desperate to feel Nancy’s lips on her own again. The younger girl had never felt anything like this— she’d only dreamed it in the darkness of the night with her hand between her legs. “Nance…” she mumbled, squeezing Nancy’s waist. “Yeah, baby?” She replied, and Robin’s eyelashes fluttered at the name with a gentle bite of her lip.
Nancy leaned down wordlessly to capture the short-haired woman in another kiss, eager to taste her again, squeezing at her throat gently, which seemed to spur Robin on, as she kissed just as harshly as Nancy, lapping at the shorter woman’s lips like a hungry dog. Nancy wanted Robin’s face to be contorted and melted into a pathetic display of pleasure, and it was such a beautiful, addictive face that Nancy needed more of.
Nancy let one of her knees fall against Robin’s shorts, against her crotch, and even though her jeans, Nancy could feel the warmth emanating from her, the wetness that clung to the rough fabric. Robin suddenly froze into the kiss; and as Nancy slowly, methodically pushed her knee further, adding more pressure against Robin’s core, she moaned, her commitment to the kiss wavering as her eyes fluttered closed, her eyebrows furrowing at the feeling.
Nancy pulled her lips away from Robin’s instead letting their cheeks touch as Nancy’s mouth hovered in front of Robin’s ear, her ragged breath making the younger girl tremble.
“Nancy,” Robin gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. Wheeler could feel Robin’s hips start to move, her desperate attempts at squeezing her thighs together and rubbing herself against Nancy’s knee, the only thing grounding her to this pleasure. Nancy’s eyes were locked on Robin’s face and rising chest, her own crotch progressively getting wetter with each new, intoxicating noise that was dragged from Robin’s trembling lips.
“Nancy, Nancy— fuck, Nance…” Robin panted, her hips rolling faster now, desperately grinding herself down, rubbing the solid bone of Nancy’s knee against her soft folds and clit, covered by thin cloth and increasingly wetting shorts. “You’re so fucking hot, Robin.” Nancy cursed, letting both her knees fall in place together to hold her up while she repositioned her hands to hold Robin’s thighs. She pressed them down, slowing Robin’s pace, preventing her from jolting them upwards. In tandem, Robin’s eyes flew open, pupils blown with pleasure, her nostrils flared.
“Not just yet,” Nancy said, her voice ragged. Robin once again let out something akin to a moanish whimper, a desperate little noise that protested the ceasing of her pleasure. “Nancy, please, I was…”
“Close already? Christ, Robin.” Nancy hissed, not in anger, but in pure shock and relishing of Robin’s already sexually ruined form. Robin’s ears burned hot with embarrassment, once more trying to flick her hips upwards, but Nancy just sharpened her grip, keeping her legs planted against the blankets and stone.
“Take your clothes off, Buckley,” Nancy said as she drew away, no longer hovering over her, pulling her knees away, one now lightly soaked with fluid. Robin let out a sharp gasp as cold air flooded back towards her torso, no longer warm and in proximity with Wheeler’s own. However, she obeyed quickly, not meeting Nancy’s gaze as she stripped herself of her bra, and her pants. The only thing left was her soaked, dark blue underwear. “So obedient when you wanna be, huh, Buckley?” Teased Nancy, drumming her fingers against Robin’s inner thigh. Robin let out a scoff, and for a brief moment, her usual defiant look was on her face.
“Maybe so.” She paused. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do, just please make me yours. Touch me, Wheeler.” Robin said, using one of her own hands to reach down, sliding past the thin cloth of her underwear, and pressing two fingers against her clit, which was already soaked. Nancy’s eyes flashed with heat as she watched the girl, lying below her, press against herself, all under Wheeler’s watchful eyes. Robin briefly flipped the tables, eyes the smaller girl up and down. “I figure you should take your clothes off too, hmm? Only fair, Nance. You were the one who wanted to get off anyway.”
Nancy smirked, raising her eyebrows at the sudden twitch in Robin’s tone. Perhaps she had remembered who was supposed to be getting off here?
Not that it was her fault— Nancy had eagerly forwarded all of her heat and neediness onto Robin, hell, she probably could have gotten off just watching Robin squirm. She relented, stripping off her frilly top and unclasping her bra. Then, after sliding out of her denim jeans, she took a moment to examine the fabric that was over her knee which was now darker; dampened by a wet spot. “You always make such a mess,” Nancy said, amused, but it only made Robin fluster harder, pressing her fingers against herself with more pressure. Now, both of them lie solely in their underwear. Nancy once again climbed onto Robin, who was now leaning against the wall, back against cool, old brick, hand still in her underwear.
Nancy pushed away one of her knees and grew closer, pressing their breasts together, hot skin and perky nipples flushed against one another as she cupped her hand against the bump in Robin’s underwear where her hand moved softly.
“Robin,” Nancy said, a commanding, heavy tone. Robin could only assume what she was about to say next, and was quick to oblige.
“Sorry, aha…” Robin said airily, a bashful smile on her face as sweat dripped from her chin. “Fuck, nance, I just—“ She said while simultaneously starting to pull her hand out from under the dark blue fabric. Nancy however, pressed her palm harder against the back of Robin’s hands, fingers still pressing against her entrance. “Keep going,” Nancy said, and Robin looked a little startled, but stopped any efforts to pull her hand away, immediately listening to Nancy’s commands.
How powerful it made her feel, as pleasure and pride boiled in her stomach, watching Robin submit to every single word she said. The reckless girl who did whatever she felt was right was stopped in her actions by a few words pulled from Nancy’s sultry lips— it was an exhilarating feeling.
“I shouldn’t,” Robin argued, her wavy hair covering part of her eyes. “This was supposed to be for you, I got so excited, so—“ Nancy cut her off with a sudden, swift nip to her nape. Robin gasped, her body jerking forward against Nancy’s.
Wheeler pulled back enough to now lick over the small bite on Robin’s flesh, a long, obscene lick that flattened her tongue against Robin’s salty, pale skin.
“Keep going,” Nancy echoed, firmer now, pressing kissing against Robin’s throat, feeling the flex of her muscles against her lips, the movement of air as Robin’s breath quickened.
She needed to see Robin ruined, completely, totally ruined, she wanted the girl tied neatly around her finger. She wanted her wet, pleading, desperate to please. She wanted to savor what could possibly be her last intimate moment before the world came crumbling down; she wanted to forget about her entire life prior and only think about Robin.
The taller girl’s hand started to move again, sliding her fingers in her entrance as she rubbed her thumb over her clit, letting out gentle moans. “Need you,” Robin mumbled as Nancy kissed the swell of the girl’s breasts. The skin was warm, almost burning.
Nancy laughed, a sultry, digging laugh that egged Robin on as much as it made her burn with embarrassment. “You have me, Robin, don’t you?” She said, pulling her head up and resting her chin on Robin’s breast, looking up at the girl, whose head was tilted slightly upwards. They caught each other’s gazes through lidded eyes.
Robin felt her entire body burn— like it was set ablaze; she let a third finger slide in, curling it against her flesh, clenching her teeth as waves of pleasure zipped through her. “C’mon, be a good girl and tell me what you’re missing,” Nancy said, hooking a finger under Robin’s underwear and gently rubbing a few fingers over the thin hair and soft flesh, so close to where Robin truly wanted her.
The nickname made her head fuzzy, like a large cloud overhead of her nerves, clouding her thoughts and making her whole body buzz. “Nancy, please,” Robin cursed, her moans trailing off into desperate whimpers as she pressed herself against Nancy, the heat and sweat making their skin stick together.
Nancy, however, lifted herself off, the noise of their skin peeling away from one another making Robin wince. With one hand still lightly toying with Robin, her other hand moved up to grip Robin’s chin, forcing her to look head-on at Nancy, no longer able to shy away in Nancy’s hair as she avoided the command. Tears welled in the corner of Robin’s dull, blue eyes before seeping down her cheek and into the folds of Nancy’s palm. Christ, it felt so good, it felt like she was flying.
“Tell me what you want, Buckley. I can’t help you if you don’t speak, and I just know that pretty voice of yours has something to say.” Nancy whispered, their lips mere inches apart— but Robin couldn’t bridge that gap. Nancy held her head steady. “C’mon baby, I know you want me inside of you. You really going to get yourself off when I could be the one doing it?” Nancy cooed. “Be a good girl and say please.” She drawled, rubbing her thumb over Robin’s wet cheek.
Robin’s mouth opened, and for a moment it only crackled, as she desperately tried to find the words, slowly the pace of her fingers momentarily. “Nancy, please, Nance…” Robin cried, a soft, wet-sounding whimper as another tear fell from her eye. The whole situation was overwhelming, so new; so intense.. she couldn’t help but cry, even as shameful as it felt.
“Inside me, please, I want it so bad— Just want to feel you. Use me,” She pleaded— she couldn’t ask anymore. “Use me, please; just let me be yours for tonight. I don’t wanna get off it it’s not with you.”
Nancy let her hand falter, no longer gripping Robin’s jaw or chin, but instead it fell to Robin’s hand and slowly pulled it away from herself; out from the thin fabric that covered her crotch, fingers slick with her own fluid.
“Do one more thing for me.” Nancy murmured, grasping Robin’s wrist and bringing her hand to her mouth. Nancy’s wish was wordless, but it was completely obvious to her partner. Perhaps, in a different situation; the mere idea would have turned Robin completely off. But right here, right now, it was the hottest thing Nancy could have done.
Robin took her own fingers in her mouth, lapping at the digits in her mouth, feeling the warmth surround her fingers as she licked off the salty, curious-tasting fluid. Nancy’s chest was moving even faster than Robin’s as she watched, feeling herself throb at the sight, at Robin’s closed eyes and sweaty, tearful face. At the pretty pair of lips wrapped around her own fingers.
Very pleased with the obedience and scene before her, Wheeler was quick to slide her own hand under the fabric and let two fingers slide between the girl’s lips, gliding easily with the fluid built up from all this tension. She rubbed back and forth against Robin’s clit, capturing it between her two fingers and pressing them together. Robin sputtered against her own hand; she pulled her fingers away, a trail of spit following before being broken in the cool air.
“Good, I wanna hear you.” Nancy huffed, an amused, attractive smile on her face as Robin groaned. “That’s it, just sit there and look gorgeous.” Wheeler cooed as she moved to dip her fingers into Robin’s entrance, keeping her thumb against her clit, rubbing at a steady pace with pressure. Buckley shivered at the feeling of Nancy’s fingers at the swell of her entrance; curling into her walls and moving in and out in a hypnotic rhythm. “N-Nancy,” Robin gasped, her tone urgent, needy. “I won’t last; I—“
Nancy leaned in closer, as close as she could without interrupting the flow of her hand, using her free hand to rub at Robin’s nipple. “You like this, don’t you?” Nancy whispered. “You like me telling you what to do, using you for whatever I want. You just wanna be fucked silly, don’t you, Buckley? You wanna let pretty girls have their way with you.” Her voice had this bite, this truthful, dirty bite to it that bore into Robin’s soul and coiled in her stomach as she desperately rolled her hips against Nancy’s hand.
Hot, thick embarrassment welled in her chest as she once again started to tear up; her movements were desperate; chasing this high that had been teased at her since Nancy caught her fall. She’d let Nancy do whatever she wanted if it meant they could stay like this.
Robin nodded, vigorously, to Nancy’s interest. She leaned in and kissed her; biting at her lips which had started to swell. One little nip paired with everything else was all it took— Her eyes shot open; but her vision was nothing but a gray fog as an overwhelming feeling of smothering ecstasy sent her body into overdrive, Nancy’s fingers still pulling her through her orgasm as her partner swallowed up all of her desperate moans and incomprehensible words. She felt like she was about to pass out for a few moments, but Nancy’s hushed voice whispering little nothings into her ears kept her grounded as she started to come back to reality.
Once she opened her eyes again and finally was greeted with Nancy’s face instead of pounding static, she let her head fall back, breaking the kiss, panting. Robin felt her legs twitch as Nancy pulled her fingers out of her, and just barely watched from her cocked head as Nancy took her fingers into her mouth and sucked; with this eagerness to taste that made Robin feel faint.
“Nance…” She groaned, her eyes fluttered shut as a hum permeated the air, coming from behind closed lips as Nancy ran her tongue over her fingers. Then, with an audible ‘pop’ sound, she finished her little tasting session, letting out a pleased finish to her hum.
“Robin.” Nancy echoed back, running her hands over Robin’s ribs and the slight swell where her stomach started, examining and rubbing the soft, moonlit skin. Robin shivered at the feeling of those warm, wet hands mapping her body. Robin lifted her head to lock eyes with Wheeler, her hair messy and cheeks a gorgeous, moon-kissed purpleish-red.
It took a few moments for Robin to form regular sentences again, but once she did, she made her next intentions clear. “Your turn.” Robin whispered. “I can’t believe you got me off first.” She continued incredulously, almost in some sort of regret. “This was for you.”
“It has been for me. You don’t think I relished every single moment you were begging for me?” Nancy whispered back, her tone flirty but genuine, as if to soothe Robin’s concerns of selfishness. “If I didn’t want you to get off, I wouldn’t have touched you.”
Robin chuckled, running a hand through her own hair, feeling the cool air of the night wrap around her skin. She did her best not to shiver or flinch at the change in temperature around her, no longer clinging to Nancy and riding her fingers.
Robin leaned closer to Nancy, desperately wanting the same closeness and warmth they had before. “Can I.. touch you?” Robin asked, her hands hovering over Nancy’s breasts. Nancy smiled, leaning her head back already, propping herself up on her palms, her legs spread flat on the floor, Robin leaning between them.
With reassurance, Robin eagerly cupped Nancy’s breasts in her hands, squeezing and massaging them, rubbing her thumbs over the woman’s hard nipples. Nancy hummed eagerly, leaning into the touch. Robin bent down and pressed a kiss on the start of the woman’s breast, trailing down until she could gently take it in her mouth. Nancy jolted at the sudden warmth and warned around her nipples; and it caused a swell of pride in Robin’s chest.
“For someone who hasn’t gotten around to it, you sure know the moves, Robin.” Nancy mused as she moved backwards for a moment, breaking their contact so she could lean against the door and free up her hands.
Robin was quick to move forward and reinstate their touch. “Yeah, well, a girl can spend her time imagining…” She said, about to once again take Nancy’s breast between her lips, when a question asked above made her pause.
“Imagining what exactly?” Nancy asked, lifting her hand and tangling her fingers in Robin’s short, wavy hair. “Who do you imagine when you’re all hot and bothered, Buckley?”
Robin cursed below her, her ear tips growing hot. “How do you know how to.. talk like this so well?” She asked in a nervous chuckle, and Nancy seemed rather amused in return. “I’m not exactly new to this… but you clearly are, because you’re dodging my question.”
Robin feigned offense, pulling back from Nancy’s chest and meeting her gaze. “I am not.” She stated flatly. “And as for your question, it varies.” Nancy hums in understanding, but she doesn’t exactly believe her. “Yeah? You know that many pretty girls? Okay, tell me then— who’s been taking up your brain as of late? Who do you picture late at night, Buckley?”
Robin’s confidence, like the sea ebbing and flowing, was quick to retreat as her gaze started to falter. “Don’t make me hold your chin again,” Nancy said, threatened, really, but Robin couldn’t help but wish that she would hold her like that. “Nance,” Robin mumbled. “You’ve got to know by now, you don’t need me to tell you—“
Nancy made a sort of ‘tssk’ noise with her tongue, as if disappointed in Robin’s reply. “I don’t know a thing. I’m waiting for you to tell me, it’s your mind, after all.” She put a finger under Robin’s chin and tilted it upwards, briefly looking at the nips and molted bites on the girl’s neck before looking back at her eyes. “Go on.”
Robin let out a choked nose, swallowing both the saliva building up in her mouth and her pride. Nancy waits, patiently, with this loving, yet commanding gaze that could make any girl waver. “You,” Robin whimpers. Nancy smiles, bringing her closer. “You flatter me.” She purrs, “But I’d like just a little more info. There’s just no way that Robin Buckley the rambler has nothing more to say.” She muses.
“You’re killing me!” Robin whined, and Nancy just smiled devilishly. For a moment, they both stay quiet, but Robin’s quick to relent. “You, just— everything about you. I finally understood what Steve saw in you, gods, Nance, you’re perfect. Strong, beautiful, witty, and so fucking hot.” Robin rambled as Nancy wrapped her arms around her, laying them on her shoulders. “But, uhm, as for specifics—“ Robin’s throat flexed and her jaw tensed. Nancy nodded with interest, clearly eager to hear more. Sure, it stroked her ego, but she was mostly eager to hear just exactly what Robin spent her nights fantasizing about.
“At first, it was just, you, I don’t know. You being with me, watching— us kissing. God, this makes me feel like such a perv.” Robin mumbled as she broke their gaze, looking away sheepishly. Nance leaned in to kiss her gently, catching her lips in a sweet kiss, a soft embrace of their lips that made Robin feel a little less gross about it all. She pulled away, clearly wanting the freckled girl to continue. “But it wasn’t enough, I mean, I’ve always struggled to get myself off, but it just wasn’t enough. Then, I thought about you touching me, gods, tasting me, anything you wanted, Wheeler, I would have let you do it.”
Nancy’s eyes grow hungry, and she bites her lip as Robin continues. “Then I thought about pleasing you; touching you, kissing you, tasting you. I just wanted you to use me. I didn’t want to have to think… I just wanted to feel.” Robin trails off, her face as red as can be, her hand scrunched up, balled into fists as she lets her own nails dig into her palms.
“Robin, I want you,” Nancy says suddenly, her tone shifting. Robin chuckles, looking up at her briefly. “I assumed that’s why we just—“ Nancy presses a finger to her mouth and shushes her. “Obviously—, I mean, I want you to fuck me, like, now.” She said firmly, and Robin’s head is back to spinning. Whatever Nancy wanted, Robin would give to her in a nanosecond.
Nancy wordlessly takes one of Robin’s hands and guides it to the dip of her belly, where it dips into her pelvis, and down to her crotch. She slides their hands, atop each other, past her underwear, before she pulls her hand away, waiting for the younger girl to do the rest.
Robin leans forward; ghosting her lips over Nancy’s collarbone, feeling the older girl shiver before planting her lips at the crook of her shoulder and sucking, nibbling lightly. As she does so, she gently starts to rub Nancy’s clit; gathering the wetness that had been accruing and using it to slide against her heat. “Good girl, Robin, doing exactly as you’re told.” Nancy sighed as she leaned against the top of Robin’s head, which was still peppering kisses against her neck and below. “You’re so.. so fucking hot, y’know that?” Robin gasped out at the praise, eager to return it.
Robin started to pick up her pace, rubbing her fingers against Nancy’s clit, occasionally brushing past her entrance in an unintentional tease. She bit down against Nancy’s skin, before sucking and lapping at it, flattening her tongue against it, doing her best to soothe any prickling pain that might have come from the small bite.
“R-Robin,” Nancy, for what felt like the first time tonight, was faltering after her dominance, her strong-headedness throughout this lustful interaction. “Baby, put them in, please.” She requested hoarsely, sweat running down her neck. It felt like she was in an overwhelming perpetual hot flash as she felt Robin’s fingers gently prod at her skin before finding her entrance and slipping a pair in.
Nancy groaned, letting her head fall back, exposing more of her neck to Robin, who eagerly seized the opportunity and started to nip at her throat, licking at the warm, thrumming skin.
“So good Robin, you’re so fucking good.” Nancy whispered, grabbing at her waist and hips to ground herself as Robin worked her magic. Sensing her growing need and her ascending climax, Robin was quick to slide in a third finger, curling against Nancy, reveling in the warmth and wetness of her, the twitching of her with every pleasureful movement Robin made. It turned on Robin like nothing else, and that throbbing in her crotch returned as she worked eagerly on Nancy.
“Fuck, that’s it, god, Buckley,” Wheeler cursed, clenching her teeth, moving her hands up to grasp and thumb at Robin’s breasts, which only made her work more vigorously. “Close,” She panted. “So close, baby.” Robin smiled, the noises elicited from her partner were music to her ears, so fucking hot and so encouraging.
Suddenly, without warning, or perhaps Robin was simply too new at all of this to have caught the exact moment, Nancy fell into her, groans and needy moans muffled into Robin’s chest as she trembled. Robin slowed her pace, but still rubbed gently against the girl’s clit, making her shiver throughout the strength of her orgasm. Their skin flushed together, Robin embraced Nancy eagerly, wrapping her free hand around her as she slowly pulled away from the woman’s core, the underwear she was wearing, once pristine, was now soaked.
After a few moments, Nancy lifted her head, her eyes wide, her chest heaving. The marks Robin had started in her chest were now starting to change in hue, reddish and purple. The look on her face, god- it was enough to have her come again on the spot. Robin rubbed her thighs together shamelessly, any remorse or bashful tendencies far gone from her body. Nancy looked down at her legs, amused.
“One wasn’t enough? How greedy.” Wheeler teased, pressing their heads together momentarily, both of their breaths ragged, lungs exasperated, the air filled with the smell of lust.
“Put on a finale, why don’t you?” Nancy whispered. “Go on, touch yourself. Who am I to deny such a pretty thing like you?” She murmured. Robin let out a thankful, needy noise, using the same hand she used on Nancy to slide in her underwear and press a finger roughly against her clit.
“You did so well, you know that? God, if only everyone else knew how fucking hot you were, just like this.” Cooed Nancy, rubbing circles into Robin’s scalp as the younger girl let her head fall downwards into Nancy’s chest, her cheeks burning.
“Nancy,” Robin gasped as she pressed against herself, rubbing her clit frantically, already chasing her high. She wouldn’t last long, they both knew it, but she desperately wanted one last high, one last wave as she took in Nancy— everything about her.
“Want you, bad,” Robin whimpered, but Nancy simply shook her head, either because she was genuinely exhausted or because she really did want to watch Robin rut silly against herself. “I wanna see just you baby. Ruin yourself for me.”
Robin pressed against herself, she rolled her hips again and again, in a sloppy rhythm that’s sole purpose is to chase her ecstasy under Nancy’s watchful, lustful gaze. In a moment; she’s flying off that cliff, she digs her nails of her free hand into her own thigh, groaning into Nancy’s skin, her fingers twitching against herself as the world spins once more.
When she comes too, no longer blinded by her pleasure, Nancy has propped her chin up on her hand, watching Robin with a smirk that’s so Nancy. “Welcome back, Buckley.” Robin can only let out a half-laugh, half-scoff. Nancy does the same, and then, suddenly, they are laughing, loudly, together, like two kids who just won an arcade game.
“Holy moly, that was… something else,” Robin said between wheezes, leaning backwards and letting her weight fall back onto pillows, the ones still strewn about on the ground that they had once dragged up here to simply watch the stars. How things had changed since the start of the night.
“Murray was right. That did help.” Nancy said, sighing greatly, leaning into Robin and lying right next to her. Robin let her hand ruffle Nancy’s already disheveled hair with amusement.
“Yeah, a broken clock is right at least twice a day, or something.”