Work Text:
Nancy let out a huff as she turned the key to enter her apartment. She was cold and tired and was ready to just lay down in her bed and call Robin.
The past week had been the longest of her life, Friday not coming soon enough. Nancy loved her job, she really did, and was grateful that she was finally able to cover real news stories. However, she couldn't deny that it was sometimes exhausting. With it being the week before Thanksgiving, her boss was trying to create extra pieces to post over the holiday. Nancy was lucky to get the days in between Thanksgiving off, and was looking forward to the break. But that didn’t mean that the work now didn’t suck.
Nancy pushed open her door, walking into the lowly lit living room of her apartment. She didn’t remember leaving the light on, but she had been so busy the past few days she wasn't surprised that she forgot. Nancy walked over to turn the light to her kitchen on, setting down her work bag and moving to take off her coat.
The hairs on Nancy’s neck stood up as she suddenly heard a rustling from behind her. It was coming from her room, and Nancy could now see that there was light emulating from the crack on the door. Now, Nancy may be tired, but she knows that she definitely did not leave her bedroom light on. Which meant only one thing.
Someone was in Nancy’s apartment.
A stroke of fear went through her. As quietly as she could, Nancy made her way to her couch, lifting up her cushions and pulling open the handmade flap to pull out her shotgun.
Maybe Nancy was paranoid—or no, okay, she knew that she was paranoid. But after fighting interdimensional monsters and the United States Military, she would be damned if she was ever caught off guard.
She gripped the base of the gun and tip-toed over to her room. The noises were still happening and Nancy wondered if the robber was pilfering through her things. As she got closer, hands raising the gun, she heard a slam and then a grunt before a string of curses came out.
“Fuck, ow!”
And wait, Nancy knew that voice. She lowered the gun and raced to push open the door, light flooding out into the hallway. Nancy then stood there in shock as she wanted Robin hop on one foot around her bedroom.
“Shit!” Robin said when she noticed Nancy. Her eyes then widened once she realized what Nancy was holding. “Shit, Nancy!”
“Robin? What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing with a gun?” Robin said instead of answering her question. “You could have shot me! You could have shot anyone. Why do you have a gun in your apartment? Or well, I guess it makes sense for you to have one, but where did it even come from? I’ve been here for an hour and I definitely would have noticed that.”
“Why have you been here for an hour?” Nancy moved so that she was standing in front of Robin, still not understanding how the woman was even here. “I thought you weren’t coming until Sunday?”
It had only been a few months since Nancy and Robin had gotten together. That moment in Robin’s Uncle’s guest bedroom had been the beginning of their romance, and they quickly became obsessed with each other. Or Robin had insisted that she was already obsessed with Nancy and that becoming her girlfriend had only allowed her to finally express it.
Nancy had been worried at first to do long distances, remembering her disastrous relationship with Jonathan during the dreaded year he had lived in California. She knew that she wasn’t the most communicative, and it was clear that Robin was someone that needed that constant connection.
But it turned out that Nancy was just as obsessed with Robin as Robin claimed to be with her. Nancy always felt as if Robin was right next to her, no matter if they were talking on the phone or if she was just reading her letters. They were lucky enough to be a two hour drive away, Nancy making the commute from Boston to Smith regularly to see Robin. She didn’t care that she was forced to sleep on the uncomfortable mattress of the dorm so long as she was sleeping on it with Robin next to her.
Robin had only been able to visit Nancy once during her fall break, the blonde still not having a driver's license or a car to make the journey. But for Thanksgiving, Robin had decided that it was the perfect time to take the trip.
Except she was here two days earlier than expected.
“My afternoon class was canceled," Robin answered, reaching her arm out to pull the gun away from Nancy’s hand. “And Heather asked if she could take my shift tomorrow so she could get some extra money. Normally, I would have said no, because Heather is a bitch and definitely doesn’t need any more cash, but not working tomorrow meant that I could take the afternoon train today to get here.” She threw the gun on the bed, which Nancy now realized had been decorated with rose petals.
Robin placed her hands on Nancy’s waist and pulled her in close. “I wanted to surprise you.” She whispered it and Nancy couldn't stop the smile from rising onto her face.
Robin kissed Nancy softly and Nancy melted into it. It had been too long since she had Robin’s lips on hers. Since they were all going back to Hawkins for the holiday, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and Steve agreed to cancel their November Uncle’s House meeting. They instead planned to spend the day after Thanksgiving together, Robin and Steve insisting they could never go out on Black Friday after working the horrors of retail. This meant that it had been almost three weeks since Nancy had last seen Robin, and it was far too long.
When they pulled away Nancy couldn’t help but giggle. “Well consider me surprised,” she said against Robin’s lips. “I just wished you didn’t scare me so much.” Robin backed up so that she and Nancy could lock eyes and groaned.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she said. “I promise I didn’t mean to scare you. I just got here before you got home and you gave me a key and I wanted to set up a romantic surprise but I thought that I would still have another hour since you’ve been complaining about your boss keeping you late.”
“He was in a good mood today,” Nancy said with a shrug. “I was able to get off earlier.” Robin smiled and leaned in to kiss her again. Nancy went easy, but pulled back much too soon for Robin’s liking, if the way she chased Nancy’s lips were any indicator.
“Were the roses really necessary?"
Robin groaned as Nancy giggled. “It was supposed to be romantic.” Nancy looked to the bed, eyes narrowing at the spread out petals circling the discarded shotgun.
“Oh yes,” she said, raising her eyebrow as she turned back to face Robin. “Very romantic indeed.”
-
Once Nancy and Robin had cleaned up their respective messes, rose petals finding their way into the trash and couch cushions back where they belong, the two women settled down for dinner. It was nothing fancy, just some frozen pizza Nancy had bought for when she had no energy to cook. However, it was infinitely better than any five-star restaurant with Robin there.
They caught up as they ate, wine spilling between them as they shared new stories they hadn’t had the time to tell during one of their late night phone calls. Robin talked about her psychology class and complained about her professor’s weird breathing while Nancy recounted her experience interviewing a series of elderly women for a story about toxic wrinkle care cream. They laughed at Robin’s impressions and Nancy’s irritation and it was perfect and peaceful and everything Nancy had been missing for the past few weeks.
Eventually they ended up on the couch, Nancy having changed into leggings and Robin shredding her sweater. Nancy cuddled into Robin’s side as they watched a random made for TV movie. Nancy couldn’t tell you what it was about, her being too focused on Robin’s hand that was moving up and down her arm.
Once she had decided to stop pretending she was watching the movie, Nancy moved her head so that she could look up at Robin and admire her. The blonde was watching the TV intently, so Nancy knew that the movie must at least be interesting, although she still didn’t care to watch it. Not when she had a much better view.
Nancy’s eyes traced Robin’s face, committing the blue eyes and sloped nose to memory. Nancy lingered on her lips, of course, and debated telling Robin to stop chewing on them, but eventually decided against it so as to not ruin the soft and serene moment they had created. She moved down to look at Robin’s jaw and neck, her collarbones on display.
Robin had cut her hair a few weeks ago and Nancy had been obsessed. She had loved Robin with long hair, of course, but she couldn’t deny that the short hair did something to her. The way it framed Robin’s face, accentuating her beautiful neck and leaving just enough room for Nancy to suck hickeys into her skin.
Eventually the lust won out and Nancy couldn’t stop herself from leaning up to press a kiss on the underside of Robin’s jaw. Robin jumped a bit at the contact, clearly surprised after likely not noticing Nancy’s disinterest in the movie. She quickly relaxed, however, and continued to brush her hand against Nancy’s arm, the movement comforting and encouraging.
Nancy shifted slightly so she could get better access to Robin’s skin, pressing kisses upon kisses to it as she made her way down Robin’s neck. When she reached the junction between her collarbones and chest Nancy bit down slightly. Robin let out a huff, although Nancy could tell that it was one of desire rather than annoyance. Nancy nibbled her skin, mixing bites and kisses and presses of her tongue to try and pull Robin’s attention away from the film.
She finally succeeded when she sucked particularly hard on a spot where Nancy knew Robin was sensitive and Robin let out a whine. Nancy smirked and soothed the sting with her tongue. She pulled back to admire her work, the dark mark looking beautiful against Robin’s pale skin.
In the next moment, Robin pushed Nancy up. Before Nancy could protest, Robin was grabbing her waist to swing her around, making it so that she was planted directly on top of Robin’s lap. Nancy shifted to get comfortable, thighs bracketing Robin’s hips as she settled down.
Robin was quick to kiss her and Nancy melted into it. She held onto Robin’s shoulders and Robin’s tongue pressed against her lips, begging for entrance. Nancy let her in easily, moaning at the feeling.
Nancy let her hands explore Robin’s shoulders, running them up to hold her jaw before tracing back down to her arms. She eventually treaded them through Robin’s hair, pulling on it appreciatively as Robin snaked her hands underneath Nancy’s shirt.
Robin’s hands pressed against Nancy’s ribs. The coldness of her fingers made Nancy want to shift away but the touch was making every other part of her body feel so, so hot. She could feel herself growing wetter, her pussy clenching as Robin’s hands got closer to her chest.
She gasped loudly against Robin’s mouth as Robin brushed her fingers against Nancy’s clothed nipples. She couldn’t even feel that much through the padding of her bra, but just knowing that Robin was right there was enough to make Nancy moan.
The journalist discounted their lips and reached down to pull her shirt over her head, unclasping her bra strap along with it. She watched as Robin did the same, throwing her thin shirt to the other side of the couch. Once both their chests were bare they reached for each other again. Their mouths collided and they both let out simultaneous moans at the feeling of their breasts pushed together.
The cold air of the apartment made Nancy’s nipples harden. As she pressed closer to Robin they got just enough friction to make her pant, her panties growing wetter and wetter.
“I missed this,” Robin murmured, trying her best to kiss Nancy and talk to her at the same time. “I missed you.”
“I missed you- ah fuck, I missed you too.”
Robin’s hands had returned to her waist, guiding Nancy so that she could grind on Robin’s lap. It was feeling so good, the thin fabric of her leggings not keeping any simulation from her.
Nancy should have probably felt embarrassed for how she was acting, but she couldn’t be. Not with Robin; never with Robin. Not when the woman was making her see and feel stars.
“Shit, Nancy!” Robin yelled after Nancy pressed their pussy’s together, the action providing just enough simulation for the two of them to moan. Part of Nancy was thinking that they still had too many clothes on. The other part – the louder part – thought that it was so fucking hot.
Nancy rocked harder into Robin, trying to find that stimulation again. She captured Robin’s mouth again, sticking her tongue deep to draw another moan out from the blonde. After a few minutes, Nancy began to get more erratic, moving fast to just try and get some feeling on her clit.
“Wait, baby, wait,” Robin pleaded, stilling Nancy’s movements with her hands. Nancy whined and opened her eyes in questioned concern. Robin’s own eyes were lidded and Nancy knew then that she didn’t want to stop, not even close. Robin lifted Nancy up by her waist, something that Nancy definitely would not masturbate to later (no of course not), and instead of placing her on back on the couch like she originally thought, she moved Nancy so that she was straddling her jean-covered thigh.
Nancy was confused at first, not understanding how this was going to be any different than sitting in her lap. That was until Robin guided her forward, moving her so that she could grind against the meat of her thigh.
And oh, this was so much better. Nancy let out a wanton moan at the feeling. It was perfect. The press of Robin’s thigh into her pussy. The friction of the seam of her leggings and panties rubbing against her clit. Robin’s hands moving her bare waist, forcing her to get off on Robin’s leg.
“Fuck, Robin,” Nancy whimpered. She closed her eyes as her body became overcome with pleasure. “That’s so good. You feel- mhm, fuck.”
She heard Robin pant underneath her, the blonde’s lip’s spilling the most gorgeous moans.
“You sound so pretty,” Nancy murmured and Robin moaned louder this time.
“You do too,” Robin said back and if Nancy wasn’t so consumed by the feeling of pressure on her clit, she would have made fun of her for the lackluster compliment. She made up for it quickly though. “Fuck,” Robin said, gridning her thigh up harder into Nancy. “You look so good like this, sweetheart. So pretty, so fucking pretty.”
“Does it feel good,” she asked just a moment later. “Does my thigh feel good against your pussy? Against your cunt? Do I make you feel good? Is it good is it good is it good?”
Nancy whined, the combination of Robin both giving and wanting to get praise too much for her to handle. “So good,” she said in response. “Always so good. Always makes me feel so good. My good girl.”
Nancy couldn't stop herself from rambling, everything becoming too much and not enough all at once. The sound of the TV could no longer be heard over their loud moans and the sound of Nancy rutting against the fabric of Robin’s pants. They were practically soaked, Nancy’s slick dripping through her panties and leggings to dampen Robin’s. It was embarrassing and mortifying and way too hot.
“Nancy,” Robin panted. Nancy reached forward to unbutton Robin’s jeans, shoving her hand down to press against Robin’s clit, still covered by her panties. Robin gasped again, pushing up into Nancy’s hand. Nancy circled the bud, and even through the underwear, Nancy could still tell how soaked Robin was.
Nancy moved her other hand to find balance on Robin’s shoulder, using it as leverage to continue to move her hips back and forth. The rough fabric of Robin’s jeans was giving so much to Nancy’s clit and she worked to match the drag of her cunt to a press to Robin’s clit.
“Robin,” Nancy moaned. “I’m gonna- ah fuck.” Robin’s hands gripped Nancy’s waist even tighter, pulling her down even harder against her thigh. Nancy went easy, feeling her climax rising. Her skin was sheathed with sweat, her bare chest feeling just as hot and sticky as her pussy did, and her brain was muddled. The one thing she could think was to keep moving her hips and to keep moving her fingers against Robin.
“Fuck,” Nancy shouted as she came, her body shaking and falling against Robin’s chest. Robin kept moving her, working her through it. Distantly, Nancy heard Robin gasp as she reached her own orgasm, and Nancy let her fingers slow.
They sat there slumped against each other for a few minutes, letting their senses return. Nancy pulled her hand out of Robin’s pants and shifted so that she could tumble off of Robin’s lap. She fell down next to her, her breathing heavy.
When Nancy finally felt herself come back fully to her body, she first heard that the TV was still on. Figures. The next thing was that Robin was laughing next to her.
“What?” She asked breathily. Nancy looked over to where Robin looked just as tired as she felt but her skin was glowing in the afterglow of being with Nancy.
“I just missed this,” Robin said, still giggling. “I missed being able to kiss you when fucking Bruce Willis is on the TV and after you almost shot me. I just miss being with you.”
Nancy turned to the screen, noting that it had been Die Hard that was playing this whole time. She turned away, choosing to ignore that she came in front of that movie.
“I missed you too,” she said instead, moving closer to Robin. “I miss being domestic with you.” It was so cheesy, but Nancy had long since stopped policing what she said to Robin. The blonde always managed to draw out the corniest things from her without even trying.
Robin smiled and they settled into each other. They stayed like that for a few minutes and just let the post-orgasmic bliss wash over them. Soon, however, a chill ran up Nancy’s spine and she was reminded that her chest was still bare. She shifted up and cringed at the feeling inside of her pants.
“We need a shower,” she said bluntly.
“What we need,” Robin dragged as she sat up, reaching over to finally turn the TV off, “is to strip off these clothes, and then get into bed for another round.”
Robin wrapped her arm around Nancy’s waist and wriggled her eyebrows at the journalist. Nancy couldn't help but laugh at Robin’s antics.
“You’re insatiable.”
“I’m in love with you.”
And there was no good response to those words other than to give Robin a kiss, Nancy decided.
“Come on,” she said once they pulled away. “Let’s get into bed.”
-
The next few days, Nancy and Robin spent almost every moment together and neither could get enough. Robin had told her parents that she still had classes on Monday and Tuesday, using the lie as an opportunity to spend a few extra days solely with her girlfriend. Nancy, unfortunately, still had work, but since it was mostly just finishing her articles, she had managed to sneak some time at her apartment, trying her best to finish them with Robin kissing the back of her neck.
Nancy was almost regretful that they had to go to Hawkins for Thanksgiving. Of course she wanted to see her family and friends, but she couldn’t deny and say that the thought of a private dinner with Robin sounded just as good. Better, if she was being honest.
But unfortunately, they had responsibilities. Robin had promised her mother that she would volunteer with her Thanksgiving morning at the food bank and Nancy’s own mother had been so upset that Nancy had missed the 4th of July that there was no way she could get out of Thanksgiving. She had seen her parents since, but Karen Wheeler still held onto those American values of spending holidays together and no matter how old Nancy got, she didn’t think she would ever be able to escape.
They were waking up early Wednesday morning to make the tiring trip to Hawkins, the two women deciding to do it all in one day. It would be a long trip, but they would have each other for conversation and Robin’s extensive cassette tape collection to keep them occupied for the journey.
But for now, Nancy was trying to enjoy the last night of having Robin all to herself.
“I’m finally free!” Nancy exclaimed as she walked through her apartment. She had been forced to turn in the final versions of her stories to her boss in person, forgoing the usual drop off method. Robin thought that it was maybe because of the number of stories he had to go through but Nancy knew that it was just because he wanted to be an asshole. Make it so that if people wanted to leave for the holiday they had to wait just to see him. So Nancy had regrettably left Robin for an hour, trying to make the visit as quick as she could.
“I’m glad you’re back, babe. This show was getting boring.” Robin was flopped upside down on her couch, watching as meerkats ran around on the screen.
“Why are you watching Wild America,” Nancy asked, placing her bag down on the counter before hanging her coat up on her coat rack. Robin shrugged, moving to make herself right side up again. “It was the only thing that was on.” Nancy severely doubted that that was true, and she rolled her eyes as Robin turned off the TV.
“Well I’m sorry you were so bored.” She gave Robin a fake pout as her girlfriend walked over to her, dragging her into a hug. “Oh it was terrible,” Robin agreed. “You can’t ever leave me again.”
Nancy laughed and pulled away, looking up at Robin. “Unfortunately, I desperately need to shower, so you will have to entertain yourself for a few moments longer.” Robin groaned and Nancy just laughed, pulling out of Robin’s grip to walk over to her bedroom. “I’ll be quick, I promise. I just need to get the scent of Gerald’s cologne off me.” Robin wrinkled her nose as she watched Nancy go. Nancy heard her flop back onto the couch as she entered her room, making quick work to remove her clothes and throw them in her hamper.
She turned on the water to her shower and let it heat up for a few minutes. She tied her hair up into a bun, deciding that she didn’t want to go through the energy of washing her hair, and waited for the water to warm through the frosted glass of her shower door.
Once she deduced that the water would be warm enough, Nancy entered the shower slowly. Out of all the things in her apartment, Nancy would have to say that the bathroom was one of the nicest parts. Compared to other bathrooms in Boston apartments, hers was actually a decent size and that extended to her shower. It wasn’t huge by any means, but it was big enough and Nancy could always shower comfortably.
Over the rush of the water, Nancy almost missed the sound of footsteps pattering into the bathroom.
Nancy turned around at the noise to see Robin–a very naked Robin–climbing into the shower. “What are you doing,” giggled and Robin smiled. She shut the shower door behind her, letting it click with a close as she stalked towards Nancy.
“I just thought,” she said slowly, pushing Nancy up against the spray of the shower, “why should I wait out there all alone when I could be in here with you.”
Nancy let Robin kiss her, relaxing against her warm body. Robin reached up to pull the hair tie out of Nancy’s hair. Nancy huffed against Robin’s lips, her plans to keep her hair dry now foiled under the stream of water, but she quickly forgot about it in favor of focusing on the woman in front of her.
Robin reached to pull Nancy in by her waist, pressing close and getting them both drenched under the water. Nancy kissed her with fever and felt a warm rumbling in the lower part of her stomach. She had been craving Robin all day and just wanted to get closer to her.
“Let me take care of you.”
Robin whispered it against Nancy’s lips as she softly pressed on her hips. Nancy couldn’t help but shiver despite the heat of the water. While Robin reached down to grab her body wash, Nancy knew that actually showering wasn’t her objective.
Nancy watched Robin pour her body wash on her hands. The rose scent of the wash filled the shower, the pink gel foaming as Robin ran it under the water. Nancy watched transfixed as the suds bubbled up before washing away. Her stare was interrupted as Robin titled her head up, moving to give her another soft kiss.
Their lips disconnected as Robin began to caress Nancy’s shoulders, washing the skin and covering it with pink foam. She went slow, moving purposefully as she lathered the body wash over Nancy. Robin glided across her girlfriend’s collar bone to reach the other shoulder, repeating the process. Nancy watched as she moved back and forth, lathering her shoulders more than needed.
She knew that Robin’s hands were doing nothing in terms of cleaning her from her long day. But fuck, did it feel good. Robin’s hands were intentional, rubbing at her shoulders in a way that could have been relaxing if it wasn’t so sensual. Nancy could feel her arousal growing with every pass of the blonde’s hands.
Eventually Robin pushed Nancy back under the spray of the water. The bubbles washed away, leaving Nancy’s skin fresh and clean.
As soon as all of her skin was free of soap, Robin pressed a kiss to Nancy’s neck.
“Robin,” Nancy said softly. She felt breathless even though they hadn’t even done anything yet. But the anticipation of knowing what was going to occur was enough to get her wet.
“Shh,” Robin said, looking up at Nancy between her eyelashes. “Just let me take care of you.” The repeated request was a clear demand this time and Nancy wasn’t able to do anything else than nod.
She poured more of the body wash on her hands, rubbing them together to lather them before running it over Nancy’s skin. She purposely went past Nancy’s breasts, ignoring the whine that the journalist let out. She instead started at her stomach, cleaning it before pressing more and more kisses to her skin. Her legs shook as Robin moved down her body, repeating her process to tear Nancy apart. The kisses to her thighs were so close to where Nancy really wanted her, and still, Robin only sat there for a few moments before continuing to trail down her leg.
When Robin finally stood up, Nancy instantly grabbed at her shoulders to pull her into another kiss. This time, it was sloppy, hot and wet and everything they both had been needing. Robin pushed her tongue into Nancy’s mouth and Nancy moaned, trying to press their bodies as close together as possible. The water of the shower was beginning to chill but neither of them noticed; not with the heat of their own bodies rising with every movement of their mouths.
This time it was Nancy who pulled away, moving to suck on the bruises that already littered Robin’s neck. She had been…busy over the past few days, and she loved the way Robin squirmed underneath her as she bit over her pale skin. This time wasn’t any different and Robin whimpered as Nancy pinched at her skin.
“Baby,” Robin moaned. She tightened her hold on Nancy, her hands having moved back to her waist, as Nancy sucked at her neck. The brunette only got a few more bites in before Robin pushed her away.
“Wait, wait,” Robin said breathlessly and with a hint of regret in her voice. “I haven't finished cleaning you up yet.”
Nancy looked up at her and shifted once she saw the gleam in Robin’s eyes. It told her that she was finally going to get what she wants.
Nancy just nodded, giving her permission to do whatever she wanted. Robin smirked and reached down to grab more body wash. “Turn around, sweetheart.”
Nancy did as she was told. She turned so that she was perpendicular to the shower-head, allowing the water to still drip over her without drenching her. Robin reached around her to turn up the temperature, and Nancy flinched at the sudden spark of heat. However, her focus on it only lasted for a second before it was shifted to Robin’s hands back on her body.
Nancy felt Robin press up against her back as she moved her hands across Nancy’s arms. She went just as slowly as she did before, but this time Nancy knew that she was building up to making Nancy feel good. Actually feel good, not just a taste.
“Go on,” Nancy urged, her voice low. “You know what I want, don’t you? You know how to please me?” It was subtle, but the slight praise for knowing Nancy was enough to make Robin shiver. She let out a groan, nodding her head against Nancy’s as her hands moved up higher.
“Then please me,” Nancy commanded.
Robin didn’t waste another second. She lifted her hands off of Nancy, just for a second, before trailing them down towards her breasts.
Nancy gasped as Robin’s finger brushed over her nipple. Her nipples had grown hard under the spray of the water, and even just that slight stimulation was enough to make Nancy whine.
Robin brought her hands back up, moving them in a circular pattern across the expanse of Nancy’s chest. She started by just tracing the outline of Nancy’s boobs, moving around and in between the two breasts. Her hands were slick with the body wash, gliding through the mix of water, sweat, and soap.
“Robin, come on,” Nancy begged, tilting her head back onto Robin’s neck. She didn’t expect her pleas to work, but Robin must have been just on edge as she was. In the next moment, Robin’s hands gripped around her boobs, holding them up in the palm of her hands.
Robin squeezed them hard, massaging them as she pressed kisses to the side of Nancy’s head and jaw. Nancy moaned loudly as Robin alternated between kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. There was no pattern, no rhythm. Just Robin, unpredictable and beautiful, trying to get Nancy to fall apart.
Just when Nancy was about to command more, Robin’s right hand slid off her breast. Nancy couldn't concentrate on where it was going, not when Robin’s other hand was still attacking her tit, and so she jumped when she felt the pressure on her clit.
“Fuck,” she said loudly. “Fuck, Robin.”
Robin chuckled hotly behind her ear as she drew her finger along Nancy’s folds. The spray of the water made her usual slickness wash away, but that didn’t stop the pleasure that racked through Nancy’s frame whenever her girlfriend brushed past her bundle of nerves.
Nancy’s breaths came out heavy as Robin sped up her movements. She could barely let out a moan before another one started to escape. Robin kept pulling at her nipple, pinching and rolling it between her fingers, all while she did the same to Nancy’s clit. Robin moved her fingers in a circular motion, pressing hard on Nancy’s bud.
“I’m going to come,” Nancy gasped. That declaration only seemed to spur Robin on more. She pressed harder on Nancy’s clit, her other hand never stopping the motions on her nipple, and set kisses on the side of Nancy’s neck.
“Fuck, come on, Nance,” Robin moaned. It was clear that Nancy wasn't the only one getting off on this. “You’re so hot. Always sound and look so hot. Please, baby, come on.”
Later, Nancy would probably laugh at the fact that Robin was begging for Nancy to come. But now, the only thing she could focus on was the pleasure running through her body, just as noticeable as the water running over her.
She felt Robin’s mouth coming closer to her face, and she turned her head so Robin could smash their lips together.
Nancy moaned into Robin’s mouth as she came. They were barely even kissing, the two of them just panting into each other's mouths as moans spilled out of them, but it was everything.
Robin worked her through her orgasm, slowly pulling away. The hand on Nancy’s breast moved down to her waist, holding her tight as Nancy tried to find her balance again. Their open mouth collide soon transformed into real kissing, still just as hot and fast.
As soon as she felt steady, Nancy twisted in Robin’s arms. The blonde’s hands fell away so she could, letting Nancy recount their lips once they were facing each other.
Robin only let her hands hang low for a moment before they came up to grip Nancy’s waist again. She pulled her girlfriend tight, and Nancy let out a soft mewl as her tender nipple rubbed against her. Her pussy continued to throb as she came down from her high and Nancy just kissed Robin in response.
Slowly and without breaking their kiss, Nancy let her hand travel down Robin’s body. It was reminiscent of what Robin was doing to her just moments before, although this time there was no pretense of teasing. Nancy wanted to get her girlfriend off, quick and fast and as good as she deserved.
“You’ve been so good,” Nancy murmured. “That was so good, babe.” Her finger drummed against Robin’s hip.
“Wait, Nancy-”
“What,” Nancy asked, condescension dripping off her tongue. "Aren't you ready to feel good? Don’t you want me to make you feel good, sweetheart?”
Robin whimpered softly, but didn’t start begging like Nancy expected.
“I do. Or, I am. Or I want- I mean-”
“Robin,” Nancy said sternly and stilled her hand on Robin’s skin.
“I kinda…already came.”
Robin said it quietly, ducking her head down as a blush erupted on her face. Nancy took a second to process the words before laughing out a confused “What?”
“You were just sounding so hot, baby,” Robin explained as she pulled Nancy even closer. “The noises you were making were probably the sexiest thing I have ever heard.”
Then, a bit more sheepishly, “And I may have gotten off to the thought of you while you were at work so I was already sensitive. So the feeling of you against me and the feeling of me against you and the feeling of the shower and just the fact that I was able to make you come-”
Nancy cut her off with a kiss. Nancy doesn’t know why Robin is embarrassed, because this is probably one of the hottest things Nancy has ever experienced.
“You’re incredible,” Nancy said after they pulled away. She felt Robin smile against her lips. “Only the best for you.”
They kissed again. It was slower this time, the two of them just relaxing underneath the spray of the water. Finally, however, Nancy broke them apart.
“We should get cleaned up. For real, this time.”
“Why,” Robin asked, “I am just going to make a mess of you again tonight.”
Nancy shoved Robin away, ignoring the bright laugh that her girlfriend let out. She turned to grab the body wash and her forgotten loofah in the corner of the shower. She felt Robin turn the heat up again on the shower, the water having previously gone cold.
Nancy turned back around, ready to hand over the loofah to Robin, but couldn’t stop the smirk from rising up on her face.
“Well then, I suppose we will just have to shower again later, too.”