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Robin had picked the movie because she said it was “so bad it loops back around to art,” and Nancy had agreed because she had learned, over the last year, that Robin’s definitions were less definitions and more weather forecasts. Vague. Dramatic. Probably wrong. Occasionally life-saving.
The TV flickered with a grainy, over-lit scene where a man in a leather jacket tried to look tortured while delivering a monologue about destiny. It sounded like he’d swallowed a thesaurus and was trying to cough it back up.
Robin, stretched across the couch like she had been built for comfort and inconvenience at the same time, snorted. “Okay. That’s… that’s a sentence someone wrote on purpose.”
Nancy hummed, already half-distracted. She was tucked into the corner of the couch with her knees drawn up, the blanket pooled over her legs. She’d started the evening upright, alert, pretending she was watching the movie because she had opinions about plot structure and cinematography.
But Robin’s arm was behind her, and Robin’s body was warm, and Robin’s chest was there in the way a fireplace was there. Not demanding. Not even trying. Just existing like a fact Nancy could lean on.
At first, it had been practical. Nancy was tired. She wanted to rest her head somewhere soft. She’d shifted, careful, and placed her cheek against Robin’s T-shirt, right over the curve of her breast, as if she were testing the idea.
Robin had gone still for exactly half a second, then relaxed with a quiet exhale and started combing her fingers through Nancy’s hair like she’d been waiting for this the whole time.
“You comfortable?” Robin had asked, casual, like this wasn’t the most intimate thing in the world.
Nancy had nodded, because if she spoke, she would have admitted she was too comfortable. That she could feel Robin’s heartbeat under cotton. That every breath Robin took lifted Nancy just a fraction, and Nancy’s body was already filing it away as something to crave later.
The movie moved on. The hero ran. Explosions happened. Dialogue continued to commit crimes.
Nancy stopped pretending she cared.
She shifted again, smaller, more shameless, pressing her face closer into Robin’s chest. The fabric was soft, warmed by Robin’s skin. The shape underneath it was unmistakable, full and heavy in a way that made Nancy’s stomach tighten.
Robin’s fingers paused in Nancy’s hair, then resumed, slower, as if she’d noticed the change and decided not to spook it.
“You’re moving in,” Robin murmured.
Nancy’s voice came out low, muffled against Robin’s shirt. “Shut up.”
Robin laughed, the sound vibrating through her chest and into Nancy’s cheek. “Okay, wow. Bossy.”
Nancy didn’t lift her head. She smiled against Robin’s skin anyway.
There was something about being held like this that made the world go quiet around the edges. Like Hawkins could keep its monsters and debts and disasters. Like the only thing that mattered was the weight of Robin’s hand in her hair, the steady warmth of her body, and the fact that Nancy didn’t have to be sharp for a minute.
The hero on screen tried to kiss the heroine. The kiss looked choreographed. Their mouths barely touched.
Robin made a disgusted noise. “I’ve seen better chemistry in a funeral home.”
Nancy’s laugh was small. “Stop making me move.”
“Sorry,” Robin said, but she sounded pleased, like she liked that Nancy didn’t want to move.
The movie droned on. Nancy’s eyelids got heavier. Robin’s fingers kept smoothing through her hair, absent-minded, affectionate, like it was the easiest thing in the world to touch Nancy like she belonged.
Nancy breathed out, slow.
Robin’s hand paused again, this time not because of Nancy’s movement, but because Robin’s attention had shifted. Nancy could feel it in the way Robin’s thumb brushed the side of her head, then stilled, like Robin was thinking.
“Hey,” Robin said, quieter.
Nancy didn’t look up. “What.”
Robin hesitated, then cleared her throat. “You’re doing that thing.”
Nancy frowned. “What thing.”
“The… you,” Robin said helplessly, as if it was hard to find words for this without sounding corny. “The way you get when you’re… like, not fighting the world.”
Nancy’s chest tightened, because Robin was perceptive in the way that always felt unfair. Like she could see the exact moment Nancy put her guard down and wanted to hold it up to the light.
Nancy stayed still, cheek pressed to Robin’s chest. “I’m tired.”
“I know,” Robin said softly. Her fingers resumed in Nancy’s hair, slower now. “I’m not complaining. I’m just… noticing.”
Nancy’s mouth moved before she could stop it. It came out like a confession disguised as analysis.
“You have a resting heart rate of, like, sixty,” Nancy murmured. “Maybe less. You calm down rooms just by being in them.”
Robin went quiet.
Nancy realized what she’d said. Not the heart rate part. The other part.
Her cheek warmed. “That’s not… I didn’t mean it like—”
Robin’s hand stopped.
Nancy felt the silence settle, thick and sudden, like the air had changed.
Then Robin’s voice came out, very soft, very careful. “Nancy.”
Nancy’s throat bobbed. She finally lifted her head enough to look at Robin.
Robin was looking down at her, blue eyes bright in the TV light. Her mouth was parted slightly, like she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or kiss Nancy or fall apart. The usual layer of jokes was missing.
Nancy’s heart kicked.
“I’m sorry,” Nancy said automatically, because she didn’t know what else to do when she’d made something real.
Robin’s brows pulled together. “Why are you apologizing.”
Nancy swallowed. “Because I said it like a… like a report.”
Robin blinked, then a small smile tugged at her mouth. “You did.”
Nancy’s face heated. “I didn’t mean it cold.”
Robin’s fingers slid down from Nancy’s hair to her cheek, warm, gentle, and Nancy leaned into it without thinking.
“I know,” Robin whispered. “You mean it like… you see things. You actually see them.”
Nancy’s throat tightened. She nodded.
Robin’s thumb brushed Nancy’s cheekbone. “It’s just… when you say stuff like that, I can’t joke my way around it.”
Nancy’s stomach went warm and heavy.
The movie on TV reached a dramatic scene. Someone screamed. Someone exploded. The soundtrack tried to convince them it mattered.
Neither of them looked.
Nancy held Robin’s gaze for a second too long.
Robin swallowed, eyes flicking down to Nancy’s mouth, then back up.
The air went charged. Not sudden. Not violent. Just inevitable.
Nancy’s voice came out quiet, almost shy for once. “Do you want to keep watching.”
Robin huffed a breathy laugh. “Do you.”
Nancy didn’t answer. She just shifted closer, lifting herself on her elbow, and kissed Robin.
It wasn’t a big kiss. It was soft. Familiar. The kind that started as comfort and then, because Nancy couldn’t help herself, got a little deeper.
Robin kissed back immediately, like she’d been waiting. Like she had a whole reservoir of affection she didn’t know what to do with except pour it into Nancy’s mouth.
Robin’s hand slid to the back of Nancy’s neck, gentle pressure, guiding her in closer.
Nancy made a quiet sound into the kiss, and Robin froze for half a second, then smiled against her lips like she’d won something.
When they broke apart, Robin’s grin was faint but dangerous. “Okay.”
Nancy’s eyes narrowed. “What.”
Robin’s voice went low, teasing. “You’re doing that clinical compliment thing again.”
Nancy frowned. “No I’m not.”
Robin’s eyebrows lifted. “You are. You’re looking at me like you’re about to list my features in bullet points.”
Nancy’s mouth opened to argue, then closed again because she realized she was absolutely doing that.
Robin laughed softly. “See.”
Nancy’s cheeks warmed. “Shut up.”
Robin’s grin widened. “Make me.”
Nancy’s stomach flipped. She leaned in again, kissing Robin harder this time, and Robin made a surprised sound that turned into a pleased one, like she’d just discovered Nancy could be reckless when she wanted.
Robin’s hand slid down Nancy’s back, then to her waist, fingers splaying over her hip through the blanket. Nancy shivered.
Robin pulled back just enough to breathe, eyes bright. “Okay, before you commit to the ‘make me’ plan, I need to ask a question.”
Nancy’s breath was already uneven. “What.”
Robin’s voice dropped. “Do you want me to… take over.”
Nancy stared at her, pulse thudding. “What does that mean.”
Robin’s mouth curved. “It means you stop being the only one who does the thinking.”
Nancy swallowed. “Yes.”
Robin’s grin softened into something warm and careful. “Yeah?”
Nancy nodded, a little desperate. “Yeah.”
Robin’s fingers threaded back into Nancy’s hair, and for a second, she just held her there, forehead touching Nancy’s, like she was grounding them both.
Then Robin whispered, “Okay. Then listen.”
Nancy’s whole body went still. Not tense. Attentive.
Robin’s eyes flicked to Nancy’s mouth, then down her face. “I love you,” Robin said suddenly, like she had to put it on the table before anything else could happen.
Nancy’s chest tightened. “I love you too.”
Robin’s smile trembled at the edges, like she was embarrassed by how much she felt. Then she cleared her throat, humor trying to reappear and failing.
“Okay,” Robin said, voice rough. “So. Movie’s terrible. Couch is… fine. But I have a better idea.”
Nancy’s breath hitched. “Which is.”
Robin’s eyes flicked to the blanket over Nancy’s legs. Then back up, mischievous without being cruel. “Come here.”
Nancy shifted, sitting up more fully. The blanket slid slightly. Robin’s hand caught her waist and guided her, slow and firm, toward the center of the couch.
Nancy ended up half straddling the cushion, facing Robin, knees on either side of Robin’s thighs. The position should have felt awkward, but Robin was tall and long and the couch had always been more Robin’s territory than Nancy’s anyway.
Robin looked up at her like Nancy was something she’d been allowed to have.
Nancy’s heart kicked hard.
Robin’s hands settled on Nancy’s hips. She squeezed lightly, a grounding touch, then tilted her head. “You okay.”
Nancy nodded, breath shallow. “Yes.”
Robin’s eyes sharpened with that quiet, precise focus she got when she stopped joking. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Nancy’s throat bobbed. “I won’t.”
Robin’s brows lifted. “That’s not an answer.”
Nancy swallowed. “I’m okay. I want you to keep going.”
Robin’s mouth softened. “Good.”
Nancy shivered at the word, because the way Robin said it made it sound like praise even though it wasn’t trying to be.
Robin’s hands slid up Nancy’s sides, under her sweater, fingers warm against skin. Nancy inhaled sharply.
Robin smiled faintly. “You’re cold.”
Nancy glared, but it was weak. “You’re distracting.”
Robin leaned forward and kissed the spot just under Nancy’s ear, quick, like a promise. “That’s the point.”
Nancy made a small sound that embarrassed her instantly.
Robin paused, eyes flicking to Nancy’s face, assessing. “Too much.”
Nancy shook her head quickly. “No.”
Robin’s gaze held hers. “You sure.”
Nancy nodded again, breath shaking. “Yes.”
Robin’s hands slid higher, cupping Nancy’s breasts through the sweater, firm enough to make Nancy’s eyes flutter. Nancy’s mouth fell open on a soft gasp she couldn’t catch.
Robin watched her reaction with a kind of delighted awe, like she couldn’t believe she got to do this.
“You’re so pretty,” Robin murmured.
Nancy’s cheeks flamed. “Robin.”
Robin’s grin turned shy and hungry at the same time. “What. It’s true.”
Nancy swallowed hard. “You’re distracting.”
Robin’s eyebrows lifted. “You said that already.”
Nancy’s breath hitched again when Robin’s thumbs brushed over her nipples through fabric.
Robin’s voice dropped. “Do you want me to take that off.”
Nancy stared at her, helpless. “Yes.”
Robin tugged Nancy’s sweater up gently, pausing when it caught at her shoulders because Robin was, as always, slightly awkward with logistics. Nancy huffed a breathy laugh, then lifted her arms, helping.
The sweater came off. Nancy’s skin was bare in the TV glow, goosebumps rising instantly.
Robin stared for a second too long.
Nancy’s stomach twisted. “Stop looking like that.”
Robin blinked, as if she’d been caught doing something indecent. “I’m sorry, I’m just… you’re insane.”
Nancy narrowed her eyes. “Explain.”
Robin laughed softly, breathless. “Like. You’re you. And you’re here. And you want me. And my brain is short-circuiting.”
Nancy’s chest tightened, warmth blooming. “Good.”
Robin’s gaze flicked up. “Good?”
Nancy’s mouth curved faintly. “Yes.”
Robin swallowed. Then she leaned in and kissed Nancy, slow and open-mouthed, and Nancy melted into it immediately. Robin’s hands moved with more confidence now, palms on Nancy’s skin, feeling the curve of her waist, the line of her ribs, the soft weight of her breasts.
Nancy’s breath broke into Robin’s mouth.
Robin pulled back, panting softly, and then, like she’d decided something, she shifted her hands to the waistband of Nancy’s shorts.
Nancy froze. Not in fear. In anticipation.
Robin looked up, eyes bright. “Can I.”
Nancy’s voice came out thin. “Yes.”
Robin’s fingers slipped under the waistband. Nancy shuddered. Robin paused, waiting, then eased the shorts down, slow enough that Nancy didn’t feel rushed, just guided.
Nancy kicked them off awkwardly, tangled in the blanket, and Robin laughed softly. “Okay, graceful.”
Nancy glared. “Shut up.”
Robin’s grin widened. “You’re adorable when you’re mad.”
Nancy leaned forward and bit Robin’s shoulder lightly, not hard enough to hurt. Robin yelped in surprise, then laughed, delighted.
“Okay,” Robin said, voice dropping again, “noted. Violence.”
Nancy breathed out, shaky. “Keep going.”
Robin nodded, suddenly serious again. Her hands slid down Nancy’s thighs, warm and sure, thumbs pressing lightly at the inside. Nancy’s breath caught.
Robin’s gaze dropped to Nancy’s underwear.
Nancy’s face heated. “Don’t make it weird.”
Robin’s voice was very soft. “I’m not.”
Then Robin leaned in and kissed Nancy’s knee first, like she was taking her time on purpose. Then her inner thigh. Nancy’s fingers clenched in Robin’s hair automatically, and Robin made a pleased little sound.
“Okay,” Robin murmured against her skin. “You’re already grabbing.”
Nancy swallowed. “Shut up.”
Robin laughed, then pressed another kiss, higher. Nancy’s hips shifted, chasing.
Robin lifted her head, eyes bright. “You want me to…”
Nancy nodded quickly, embarrassed by how fast. “Yes.”
Robin’s grin softened. “Okay.”
Robin hooked her fingers under the waistband of Nancy’s underwear, tugged it down slowly, eyes never leaving Nancy’s face, checking. Nancy’s breathing was ragged.
When the underwear slid down, Robin did something that made Nancy’s brain glitch entirely.
She picked it up.
Nancy blinked, confused and turned on and a little horrified. “What are you doing.”
Robin’s cheeks flushed, and she tried for a joke and landed on honesty. “I’m improvising.”
Nancy’s breath hitched.
Robin looked up at her, suddenly shy. “Is this okay.”
Nancy stared at the underwear in Robin’s hand. “What are you… planning.”
Robin’s eyes flicked back to Nancy’s face, earnest. “You keep trying to talk. I want you to stop thinking. I want you to just… feel.”
Nancy swallowed hard. “Robin…”
Robin’s voice softened. “Only if you want.”
Nancy’s whole body was already humming. She nodded, slow. “Okay.”
Robin exhaled like she’d been holding her breath. Then she rolled the underwear once, gently, and brought it up to Nancy’s mouth.
Nancy’s lips parted automatically.
Robin paused, eyes wide. “Nancy.”
Nancy met her gaze, cheeks burning. “Yes.”
Robin’s hand trembled slightly as she pressed the soft fabric between Nancy’s lips, not shoving, not forcing, just placing it there like a playful restraint. Nancy took it, biting down lightly.
Robin stared at her for a second like she couldn’t believe she was allowed.
Then Robin laughed, breathless and stunned. “Oh my God.”
Nancy tried to speak. It came out as a muffled, offended sound.
Robin grinned. “You’re so mad.”
Nancy glared at her, eyes blazing.
Robin’s smile went soft. “You’re also so pretty right now.”
Nancy made another muffled sound.
Robin leaned in and kissed Nancy’s cheek, then her jaw. “Okay,” Robin whispered. “No talking. Just… you.”
Nancy’s whole body shuddered.
Robin slid down the couch, kneeling on the carpet between Nancy’s knees like it was the most natural thing in the world. Nancy’s thighs trembled, already opening without instruction.
Robin’s hands rested on Nancy’s knees, thumbs stroking lightly, grounding. She looked up, eyes bright, and Nancy saw it, that mix of humor and awe and the quiet seriousness underneath.
Robin was giving.
Robin loved giving.
Robin leaned in and pressed her mouth to Nancy’s inner thigh, slow. Nancy’s head tipped back, a muffled sound escaping around the fabric.
Robin smiled against her skin like she’d heard it anyway. “Yeah,” Robin murmured, almost to herself. “Yeah, okay.”
Nancy’s fingers tightened in Robin’s hair, and Robin made a little noise of approval, then moved higher, mouth hovering near Nancy’s heat for a second, breath warm.
Nancy’s hips jerked.
Robin paused immediately, eyes flicking up. “Still okay.”
Nancy nodded hard, desperate. The underwear in her mouth shifted, muffling a whine.
Robin’s expression softened. “Good.”
Then Robin kissed her.
Not her mouth. Not her thigh.
Her.
Robin’s mouth pressed against Nancy’s slick heat with a slow, open kiss that made Nancy’s whole body seize. The sensation was intimate and shocking, like being seen with skin instead of eyes.
Robin kissed again, and again, like she was learning Nancy’s shape by mouth, like she was making it gentle on purpose.
Nancy’s hands clenched in her hair. Her knees tightened around Robin’s shoulders.
Robin exhaled a laugh against her, the vibration making Nancy jolt. “Okay,” Robin murmured. “You’re… you’re really responsive.”
Nancy made a muffled sound that might have been “shut up” if the universe was kind.
Robin lifted her head a fraction, eyes sparkling. “No, you can’t say shut up, you’re gagged.”
Nancy glared.
Robin grinned, delighted, then leaned back in and kissed Nancy again, deeper this time, mouth opening slightly, tongue sliding forward in a slow, wet stroke that made Nancy’s vision white out at the edges.
Nancy’s hips bucked uncontrollably.
Robin’s hands held Nancy’s thighs down, firm but gentle. “Easy,” Robin murmured, and the word sounded like she’d said it into Nancy’s nerves.
Nancy trembled.
Robin licked again, slower, then pressed her tongue flat, broad and warm, against Nancy’s clit in a way that made Nancy’s whole body tense like a wire pulled tight.
Robin was playful, but she was also smart. She could feel the difference between too much and not enough. She could read Nancy’s breath like a language.
Robin’s tongue softened, then firmed again, pressure changing with each pass. Sometimes it was gentle, almost lazy. Sometimes it was sharper, more insistent, like she’d decided Nancy needed to be wrecked.
Nancy’s muffled noises got louder.
Robin pulled back, panting lightly, eyes bright. “You’re trying to talk.”
Nancy’s eyes flashed with frustration and need.
Robin leaned in and kissed Nancy’s clit like she was making out with it, lips soft and slow, tugging gently, then releasing. Nancy’s head fell back again, a muffled cry leaving her.
Robin laughed under her breath, clearly pleased with herself, then went back to it, mouth working with that same absurd tenderness, kissing and licking and sucking in a rhythm that felt like Robin was both worshipping and teasing.
Nancy’s whole body shook.
Robin’s tongue flicked, then pressed, then circled. Sometimes it was soft, like velvet. Sometimes it turned firmer, pointed, relentless. Nancy couldn’t predict it. She couldn’t get ahead of it. She could only receive.
Nancy’s fingers tangled in Robin’s hair, pulling slightly without meaning to. Robin made a pleased sound and leaned in harder, like she liked being grabbed, like Nancy’s need was a compliment.
The movie on TV reached a climax. A car crashed. Someone shouted. A synth sting tried to be dramatic.
Nancy couldn’t have told you what planet she was on.
Robin’s mouth stayed on her, wet and warm, lips soft, tongue working like it knew exactly where Nancy held everything.
Nancy’s thighs tightened around Robin’s head. Robin didn’t pull away. She pressed her hands more firmly to Nancy’s thighs, holding her open like it was a promise, like Nancy didn’t have to fight herself to receive.
Nancy’s muffled cries grew higher.
Robin lifted her head just enough to breathe, eyes dark now, cheeks flushed. “You’re so loud,” Robin murmured, sounding proud and a little shocked.
Nancy tried to insult her. It came out as a strangled sound.
Robin grinned. “I know.”
Then Robin’s hand slid up Nancy’s thigh, fingers warm, and Nancy went rigid, a new kind of tension hitting.
Robin paused, eyes lifting. “Do you want fingers.”
Nancy nodded hard, desperate.
Robin’s gaze sharpened. “How many.”
Nancy’s eyes widened, offended that Robin was asking like it was a menu. She tried to say something. The gag made it impossible.
Robin’s smile softened. “Okay. I’ll start small.”
Nancy shot her a look that said coward.
Robin laughed quietly. “You’re terrifying.”
Robin’s fingers slid to Nancy’s entrance, teasing lightly, making Nancy jolt. Robin waited half a beat, letting Nancy settle, then eased one finger in, slow.
Nancy’s whole body trembled. The stretch was immediate, the sensation deep and intimate in a way that made Nancy’s eyes sting.
Robin’s voice went soft. “You okay.”
Nancy nodded, breathing hard through her nose, thighs shaking.
Robin’s finger moved, gentle at first, then a little deeper, finding rhythm. Robin’s mouth returned to Nancy at the same time, tongue working her clit while her finger stroked inside, and Nancy’s brain just… stopped being capable of language.
Nancy’s hips bucked, the movement helpless.
Robin’s hand steadied her thigh. “Easy,” Robin murmured again, not unkind, just focused.
Nancy made a muffled, desperate sound.
Robin added a second finger carefully.
Nancy jerked, eyes widening, breath catching.
Robin paused instantly. “Too much.”
Nancy shook her head quickly, because it wasn’t too much, it was just a lot.
Robin’s eyes narrowed, perceptive. “Nancy.”
Nancy swallowed, cheeks hot. She nodded, then, reluctantly, shook her head again, trying to communicate through panic and heat.
Robin exhaled, understanding. “Okay,” Robin said softly. “It’s a lot. I’ve got you.”
Robin held still for a moment, letting Nancy adjust. Then she moved again, slow, finding the angle that made Nancy’s body soften instead of seize.
Nancy’s hands gripped the back of the couch, knuckles white.
Robin’s mouth stayed on her, kissing and licking, lips soft, tongue working in a steady rhythm that was almost obscene in its devotion.
Nancy started to shake in earnest, thighs trembling, breath coming in short, broken pulls.
Robin’s eyes lifted to Nancy’s face, watching, reading every reaction. Nancy’s hair was a mess. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were bright and wet with need. Her mouth was full of fabric, lips parted around it, making her look wrecked and furious and beautiful.
Robin’s expression softened, and for a second the humor vanished entirely. She looked like she was seeing Nancy, really seeing her, and it made her quiet.
Nancy whimpered, muffled.
Robin whispered, almost reverent, “You’re so pretty when you can’t pretend.”
Nancy’s whole body jerked at the words.
Robin’s mouth returned with renewed focus. She sucked gently at Nancy’s clit, then released and licked, slow, then sucked again, building pressure like she knew exactly what she was doing.
Robin’s fingers curled inside Nancy, searching, then finding. Nancy’s eyes flew open, a muffled cry tearing out of her.
Robin’s brows lifted, pleased. “There?”
Nancy nodded hard, desperate.
Robin’s smile turned crooked and delighted. “Okay.”
Robin’s fingers moved with more intention now, curling and pressing, and Nancy’s whole body started to come apart in small pieces. Robin’s fingers were long, maybe too long, and when Robin pushed deeper, Nancy made a strangled sound and shook her head frantically.
Robin stopped immediately, eyes snapping up. “Too much.”
Nancy nodded, breath shaking, eyes wet.
Robin’s voice softened. “Okay. Okay, my bad. I’m sorry. I have… excessive limbs. It’s a problem.”
Nancy let out a broken, muffled laugh, half sob.
Robin smiled, relieved to have made her laugh, then adjusted, pulling back slightly, changing the angle, keeping the pressure right where Nancy wanted without pushing too deep.
Nancy’s whole body loosened again.
Robin leaned back in and kissed Nancy’s clit in that slow, obscene way again, lips soft and tender, like she was rolling a kiss, like she was making out with Nancy’s pleasure itself.
Nancy’s thighs shook violently.
Robin’s hand held her steady. Her fingers worked in a rhythm that matched her mouth, and Nancy’s whole body climbed, climbing, climbing.
Nancy’s eyes squeezed shut. Her chest heaved. Her fingers clenched in the couch.
Robin lifted her head just enough to breathe, eyes dark, voice low and a little shaky. “You’re close.”
Nancy nodded frantically.
Robin’s mouth curved. “Yeah?”
Nancy made a desperate sound around the fabric.
Robin’s grin turned feral. “Okay. Okay. No, I can do this. I can be a competent sexual person.”
Nancy’s eyes flew open, offended.
Robin laughed softly, then went back down, mouth returning with a steadier rhythm, tongue firm now, pressure consistent, relentless in a way that made Nancy’s whole body start to shake like she couldn’t hold herself together.
Nancy’s muffled cries turned high and broken.
Robin’s fingers curled again, pressing that spot, and Nancy’s whole body jerked.
Robin murmured against her, “Come on,” not harsh, just coaxing. “You can.”
Nancy’s hips bucked, desperate, and Robin held her, hands firm at her thighs, keeping her open, keeping her grounded.
Nancy’s orgasm hit hard and sudden, ripping through her like a wave that knocked everything out of her. Nancy came with a strangled, muffled cry, body shaking violently, thighs clamping around Robin’s head.
Robin didn’t pull away. She stayed, mouth still soft on Nancy, licking gently through the aftershocks like she was smoothing the world back into place.
Nancy was trembling, breathless, eyes wet.
Robin finally pulled back, panting, hair mussed, mouth shining. She stared up at Nancy like she was dazed too.
Nancy spat the fabric out, gasping. “Oh my God.”
Robin blinked. “Okay, wow, you can talk again. Welcome back to Earth.”
Nancy’s voice cracked. “You… you’re insane.”
Robin’s grin wobbled, suddenly shy. “Is that… good insane.”
Nancy grabbed her by the collar and hauled her up, kissing her hard.
Robin made a surprised noise into the kiss, then melted immediately, laughing softly as she kissed back.
When Nancy pulled away, her forehead pressed to Robin’s. Her voice was hoarse, wrecked. “I love you.”
Robin’s eyes went bright and soft, humor flickering. “Yeah?”
Nancy nodded. “Yeah.”
Robin’s hands cupped Nancy’s face, thumbs brushing her cheeks, and she whispered, very quietly, “I love you too.”
Nancy breathed out, shaking, still floating.
Robin kissed her again, gentle this time, then leaned back with a crooked smile and glanced at the TV.
The hero was still talking. Still dramatic. Still unbearable.
Robin pointed at the screen. “Do you think he’s okay.”
Nancy stared at her, deadpan. “He’s dying.”
Robin sighed. “Tragic.”
Nancy laughed, exhausted.
Robin kissed her nose, then guided her back into her arms, pulling the blanket over them both like a shield.
Nancy settled against Robin’s chest again, cheek pressed to warmth, heart rate steady under her ear.
Robin’s fingers slid back into Nancy’s hair, slow, soothing.
Nancy exhaled, soft and boneless.
Robin murmured, amused and tender, “See. Better than the movie.”
Nancy’s voice was sleepy, honest. “Everything with you is better than the movie.”
Robin went quiet for a second, like the words hit too deep.
Then Robin kissed the top of Nancy’s head, careful. “Okay,” she whispered. “You can’t say stuff like that after I just… did crimes.”
Nancy smiled against her. “Watch me.”
Robin laughed, the sound vibrating through Nancy’s cheek like a promise.
And the terrible movie kept playing, unaware it had been replaced entirely.