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With all of the chaos that just went down, Nancy almost losing her life, but somehow making it through safe in time, it was a miracle they were here right now. At peace, in Robin’s small little house, with nobody else around. Should they have been focused on the goal of saving the world again? Maybe. But with Nancy nearly dying, and coming out of it even more distraught than Max had, nobody was willing to let her continue. Steve had tried to shoot his shot yet again, but the kids couldn’t be without their babysitter, so Robin was the one chosen to run off with the slightly older girl. Not that she was complaining, obviously.
“I might not defy the laws for some kids, but to keep you comfortable? That’s a different story,” Robin grinned, rustling Nancy’s hair with one hand. The other flipped a car key around— something that really should’ve been in the other’s hand, in any normal circumstance— and eventually picked another key out of her pockets. The keys that would unlock the one hideaway she had in the current destruction of the world. With her parents having been gone away on a work trip for a little while, and no sense of return, it was basically like having her own house, even if it was small. Maybe she should’ve mentioned it to everyone else at some point in case it could be useful, but she kind of wanted the space to herself. Somewhere to hide if everything really went to shit and she got way too overwhelmed to even attempt to help anymore. A cowardly last resort, but she found comfort in that fear.
“…well, at least we didn’t crash.” Nancy replied, voice sunken down with exhaustion. Everything about her had become more dull, considering how tiring the experience had been for her. Granted the overall state of each of their bodies after attempting survival in the Upside Down didn’t exactly help build a comforting aesthetic. So that would need to be the first thing to go!
“Yeah, yeah, I’m a good knight in shining armor, I know. Now let’s get cleaned up, alright?” She unlocked the door, opening it wide enough for the two of them and stepping inside. Nancy followed, albeit quite groggily, and didn’t seem to have much expendable energy. So, after a moment of hesitation, Robin grabbed her hand and led the two of them to the upstairs bathroom.
“You rest while the water is heating up and I’ll go hunt down some pajamas for us to wear,” The girl explained, while turning on the shower. She would’ve let Nancy turn it on as to waste less time, but if someone said to her ‘Here, figure out this shower knob that’s somehow completely different to yours even though your brain just got taken over by a literal demon’ she’d have some comments to make. So, it was worth it to waste a little bit of time. Besides, they’d be wasting plenty anyways, waiting for each to finish for their own turn. However, Robin’s plan didn’t quite work out.
“No,” Nancy lightly grabbed at the blonde’s wrist, just as she had tried to leave. Her eyes were sorrowful, desperate to be heard, even if her words were somewhat failing her. It was difficult to understand what was going on in her head. Nancy tried so hard to be diligent in everything, hardworking, responsible. But when it came to feelings, it all crumbled apart.
“…no?”
“I don’t… want to be alone right now. You can just get it after.” And with that, and no following hesitation, Nancy started taking her clothes off. To any ‘normal’ person, maybe this would’ve been standard practice. But Robin didn’t see it that way, she just… couldn’t. And those different feelings are what make her disgusting, what she needs to hide from in this current moment if she wants any chance at cheering up her friend.
“Hey, woah, are you really about to take a shower with me?” Robin stepped back into the, now closed, door causing her back to softly press against it. If she just allowed this to happen, and then Nancy found out about her feelings later, she’d definitely think Robin was creepy as hell. So either this couldn’t happen, or Nancy would never be able to find out that Robin liked girls… let alone specifically the one who was now undressing right in front of her. The striped sweater had long been discarded, and Robin felt her breath hitch the second Nancy’s arms went around her back to undo a certain clasp.
“…yeah? We’re both girls, I don’t mind. Sorry, do you?” Nancy realized she might’ve caused discomfort in the atmosphere, and tilted her head looking for a genuine response. Granted, it was already too late by the time she registered what was being said to her. So one of her arms pressed against her chest to keep the unhooked bra in place. A sight that made Robin’s face burn red.
“W-well no, but, you should because… uh, you know, I’m not really like you, Nance…” She forced herself to look away, even if it stung her heart. But no matter how pretty Nancy was, especially standing right in front of her like that, the embarrassment of this conversation was too much to bear. It wasn’t hard to imagine how this would go. Awkward tension for a while, then eventually Robin would have to outwardly say it, and Nancy would run for the hills. Surely she’d rather deal with recovering from mental hell on her own than dealing with a lesbian, of all things. God… was she really about to lose a friend over this?
Nancy squinted her eyes, observing the situation. Robin’s body language clearly showed that she was terrified. How every muscle stiffened, and her fingers anxiously tapped against her upper arm. It was somewhat obvious that she was staring at Nancy’s body, too. Was she worried about not looking nice enough? That couldn’t be it, Nancy figured, considering how absolutely gorgeous the blonde was. Which… made her think. Had Robin realized Nancy wasn’t straight? She tried to cover it up as much as she could, staying in relationships to make sure she’d never even have the opportunity to feel anything for another girl. Robin wasn’t the most skeptical person, but she was clever, so maybe she somehow caught on. But apparently Nancy had been staring for too long, because before she knew it, Robin was speaking up again.
“…I like girls, Nancy. I don’t want you to find out later and think I was creeping on you or only friends with you to get something like this or anything. Because I love being your friend, I would trade the world to still be your friend after this, really! I never had any intentions like that and even with feelings for you, I’m not stupid, I know what’s out of line and I’d never, ever do anything to hurt you—” The words just kept going and going, spilling out like the whole world’s supply was being used up by Robin herself. Nancy blinked in surprise, but eventually a soft laugh replaced the confusion. Without even responding, she finished taking the rest of her clothes off, and stepped behind the shower curtain.
“Come in when you’re ready,” Her curly hair bounced slightly as she whipped her head around to give Robin a smile, and with that, she was gone.
Confused, but… intrigued, if that’s the word for it, Robin quickly shifted her attention to removing her own clothing. It didn’t take very long, thankfully, and she was able to follow behind Nancy soon after. Maybe she just wanted their conversation to continue to make sure their friendship wouldn’t be ending, or maybe she really did want to see where this would go. Either way, she couldn’t help but notice the fact that she was definitely a little nervous. Though, the warm water and beautiful image of Nancy in the shower did relieve a lot of stress.
“Sometimes you need to learn when to let other people respond to you… we’re more alike than you think.” Nancy smiled, taking note of how suddenly Robin had worked to follow. Her hands made their way to the blonde’s waist, lightly massaging the area. Just enough to create a certain sort of atmosphere, without doing too much too quickly, she hoped.
“Wh… what?” Her blue eyes blinked awkwardly, still slightly confused about what was really going on. There was no way this could be real. No way that Nancy Wheeler was right here, in the shower with her, implying that she might even like Robin too.
“Well, I’m still a little tired. You can take care of me right?” Her hands moved up to the back of Robin’s head, tangling in her damp hair and pulling the two of them back toward the water. It was warm, and soothing, but couldn’t compare to the excitement that this situation was bringing her. Before long, her back was pressed up against the tile wall, Robin staring down at her with a soft gaze.
“…for you, I can do anything.” As worried as she had been, Nancy clearly needed her at this moment. All the nerves could wait until later, right now, there was a much more important tension building in the air. The steam of the shower definitely wasn’t helping ease it, either. All that could be done was resolve it, fuel the fire that was burning in their hearts, and eventually let their passion explode into something wonderful. Granted Robin had much less experience when it came to sexual scenarios, but she was also a girl, so at least she had that going for her.
Tentatively, her hands finally made their way to Nancy’s skin, much to both of the girls’ pleasure. Softly gliding against the wet texture, navigating up the sides of her body, beginning at her hips. It was hard not to stare. Well, Robin had barely even realized she was. It only made sense, to look where her attention was going. Where she was desperately attempting to make this the most special experience Nancy had ever had, better than any dumb boy before. But in reality, she probably looked just as distracted as those boys, and should’ve been paying more attention to the part that was really the most important: Nancy’s look of satisfaction.
“Shit, sorry Nance, I should be making more eye contact, right? I don’t really… I don’t know, I’ve never done this before. I.. I mean I’ve thought about it before, it’s not like I’m against it, but it just never seemed plausible, you know? What girl would want this from me, or be willing to give me anything, right? I’m, I don’t even know what to think or what to say, I’m just… in awe. You’re so beautiful Nancy… It's like I can feel my brain melting away. I wish I knew what to say, but it’s just this feeling that’s so strong, I don’t wanna mess this up…” Before Robin knew it she was nearly having a full on panic attack, eyes wide and face grimacing. The feeling of Nancy’s skin was becoming more familiar, which was a soothing realization, and something she could definitely get used to. But nonetheless, she still couldn’t get herself to stop talking. If she hadn’t already, now she was really ruining her only chance at this.
“You aren’t going to mess anything up. Just lean into your feelings, it’s probably arousal anyway, and don’t worry about the words or the details, okay? If you’re doing something wrong I’ll tell you, but you were fine until you went on an entire monologue.” Nancy sighed, tightening her hold on the other girl, suddenly crashing them into a kiss. It was like nothing that either of them had ever felt before.
Even when Nancy had been with Jonathan or Steve, it was never like this. They did care about her, and she loved them at the time too, but it just couldn’t compare. They were always so harsh, as if the passion for it was almost taken for granted. With Robin, it was different. Even if she was a bit uncoordinated, and clearly wasn’t very used to it, she still had her own charm. Which could really be applied to almost anything she did. Kissing her felt soft and like they had earned it, with only the slightest undertone of lust thanks to the feelings they had each seemingly been possessed by.
Robin on the other hand, well her whole mind was exploding. Before, she figured maybe somehow this could still all be some sort of misunderstanding. Nancy only wanted some sort of throwaway thing, or this was all just some sort of weird mental journalism research thing for her. But now, being able to feel how much absolute love was going into the kiss she had been the one to initiate, it was clear that this could actually be serious. Robin hoped so, at least. As new as it all was, it was so thrilling and just felt so good.
Without being able to think about it, some sort of odd sound slipped out of her throat. Something that Robin had never heard herself do, that she never even thought she’d have the opportunity to do, and now here she was…
“That’s good,” Nancy pulled away, leaving some extra kisses on Robin’s jaw. “That’s the only noise you need to be making, don’t worry about what words you’re saying. Just focus on me, and…” Her head turned to the side, avoiding what she was about to say next. Even when she had been in a slightly more rebellious phase, saying blatant shit was never really her favorite. It was one thing to be coy when it came to discussing sex. Different ways to tease someone, or talking about it without really saying any vulgar words, could actually be pretty entertaining on its own. But sometimes. Action just needs to be taken.
“Fuck me, Robin. Please?”
It was like a switch had been flipped on inside Robin’s mind. Granted, she herself had been turned such a way quite a while ago now, so maybe there wasn’t much of a difference. But it still was something, as she felt newfound confidence surge through her, and suddenly all the passion in the room had returned, stronger than ever. Nancy was so vulnerable underneath her grasp like this, naked and with pleading eyes. If for some reason Robin were to say no? Well that would easily become her life’s biggest regret.
Suddenly, Nancy was being pressed further into the tile, one of Robin’s hands still resting at her waist, and the other snaking its way up to her chest. Should she have given it another moment? Maybe. But she didn’t care, because she’d been a little bit desperate to see what it would feel like. Out of sheer curiosity, she had squeezed at her own self once or twice before. Mostly just to get a better understanding of what was good and what wasn’t, in case it would ever come in handy, which somehow… it had. But what shocked her the most was just how different Nancy’s felt as compared to hers. Not in any really distinct way, it was more so just ‘Holy shit these are fucking Nancy’s tits!’ A much more tasteful choice of wording than someone like Steve would say. Thinking about that moment almost made her roll her eyes on the spot, but she discarded it immediately, even a conversation about Vickie was completely irrelevant.
Nancy was falling apart at the seams, now relaxing in just the way she had hoped. Of course, she had really tried to stay composed, and things sort of slipped out of control. But if she were to claim that a little part of her hadn’t hoped for something like this the second she found out Robin would be taking care of her, just the two of them, alone in private? She’d be a liar. Her legs shook, thankfully somewhat stabilized due to the wall behind her, but she still clawed into Robin’s hair for stability. As badly as she wanted to escalate things, she really wanted to see just how confident the other girl could get. Around anyone else, she always seemed so cunning and mischievous, but whenever Nancy was the recipient of the conversation, Robin seemed to have a meltdown. Which she couldn’t really blame her for, considering her own brain often got fried whenever the two were together, but still. She so desperately wanted to see that confident side of Robin in such a tender moment as this one, and then after, she could have her own fun with the girl.
Robin’s fingers slowly, but vigorously, squeezed at Nancy’s chest with a certain tune for detail that the, even if more experienced, girl had never felt before. It wasn’t hesitancy or carefulness, no, she was borderline clawing, it was simply knowing where the best place to go about it was. And God, was it addicting. Nancy couldn’t help but let out a moan, lightly knocking her head further against the tile behind her.
“You can do more than that,” Robin spoke softly, followed by dipping her head down to the brunette’s neck. Anything to get more sounds like that out of her. Ones that were special to this moment, to Robin, that nobody else had ever gotten to hear except for her.
“Scream my name, Nance, I know you’re holding back.” She practically purred, not taking a second more to hesitate. The moment that sentence was over, her mouth was on skin, sucking at the area with a sensual vigor. Maybe it would leave a mark, but Robin couldn’t care less at that moment. Normally she was extremely conscious of the world’s views on how her love life would be perceived. That even if she somehow got into a relationship, it would always have to be hidden away. But right now, that shit didn’t matter. This was about her and Nancy, and nobody else’s opinions were worth anything to her. Honestly she had no idea what had come over her, but it was everything she had ever wanted.
“Robin, please, I need…” Nancy’s words trailed off, being replaced with near panting with how heavy her breathing was getting. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep any sort of grip on her feelings, and she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to anymore. If there was one person that would get to see her completely and utterly fallen apart, without even caring about her lack of composure, it would be Robin.
“Need what? You give me so much shit about talking too much, and yet you won’t even use your words at all. I think you’re the one who needs to learn. I think you should beg for it, and tell me exactly what it is that you want.” She grinned, happy to get some sort of revenge in the situation. Was it real revenge? Of course not. Robin could easily agree that she was one to talk way too much, but she could not wait for how satisfying this would be. Even just the sounds of Nancy whimpering already, clearly taken aback by the fact that she was no longer the one in complete control of the situation, we’re getting Robin all the more worked up.
“I want…” Nancy groaned in response to her thighs being squeezed, unaware of when or how Robin’s hands even ended up there in the first place, but certainly not complaining.
“Your… fingers inside, of, me… Robin— please,” Her heartbeat was still increasing. At this point, she was probably nearing a medical disaster. Would it be worth it for the sweet relief of a climax brought on by Robin Buckley herself, though? Absolutely.
“Please Robin, I want to feel you inside of me and let you make me feel so good and just fuck me until the only word I can even say is your name!” She gasped, slightly alarmed by the words coming out of her own mouth, but mostly just due to the liberation of actually saying it out loud. It didn’t take an expert journalist to notice the fact that Nancy was completely turned on, and her body could only take it so much longer, before she’d completely lose it.
“Who would I be to deny such a pretty girl’s request, hm?” A smirk spread across Robin’s face, as her right hand slowly moved down. Starting at her hip bone, slowly dragging the pad of her thumb all the way down to the very entrance that would grant Nancy all of her wishes. Meanwhile her left hand stayed in place, holding the thigh in place, still massaging and squeezing ever so lightly. For a moment, Robin hesitated, suddenly being thrown back into the reality of all of this once more. She was about to fuck Nancy. This was okay, right? Well, she had said it was okay. And she wouldn’t change her mind within a few seconds, would she? But her worries dissipated once she noticed Nancy reeling in anticipation, smiling and head tilted back. Of course the liquids that now tainted Robin’s hand were a good sign too, it was definitely much more than just some shower water. So, before long, she was debating just how many fingers to stick out. Nancy wasn’t that new to this, at least when ignoring the genders involved, and she was apparently extremely wet, so one seemed like too little. But Robin didn’t want to push too far, so two would suffice, at least for now.
She’ll never be able to forget the moan that escaped Nancy’s mouth the second she got what she so desired. A symphonic mixture of nonsensical sounds and the occasional ‘Robin!’ to separate them. It was music to Robin’s ears, and if this could replace band practice everyday, oh she’d drop kick that fucking trumpet like it had killed her first born. But, regardless of how absolutely wonderful that first motion was, she couldn’t let herself get distracted. Nancy deserved the world, and Robin was going to give that to her. Both of her fingers worked in synchrony, pumping in and out of Nancy, occasionally curling to give her a new sensation. Though occasionally quickly turned into repeatedly, as the gasps that the motion would elicit were too much to pass up even once. Before she knew it, Nancy was nothing more than a heaving mess within her grasp. Apparently, Robin had extremely underestimated her better understanding of female biology. Within a few more thrusts, Nancy was wiggling around, tightening around the fingers inside her and pressing her thighs together in an attempt for relief.
“Robin, please!” She gasped out, her eyes closing the tightest they ever had in her life. It all felt so good, too good. Even though it had to end, and that in doing so she’d feel even better, part of her never wanted it to. If time could just freeze in this moment, and let the two of them spend the rest of eternity together. Maybe a shower wouldn’t be the best place to spend forever in, but when it meant doing this, it would be worth it.
“I’m here for you Nance, don’t worry,” Robin gave a soft kiss to her thigh, much more comforting than overtly sexual. But nonetheless it sent her over the edge, with how sweet the gesture was, combined onto everything else already.
“Robin!” Nancy simply couldn’t take it anymore, and her addiction-inducing feeling of increasing tension was replaced by something much more peaceful. Serenity. Pure bliss. That’s what it felt like, as she shuddered within Robin’s grasp, finally able to properly breathe again.
“It sounds so fucking good to hear you saying my name like that, I hope you got the relaxation you deserved.” Robin smiled, slowly flexing her fingers in and out, easing Nancy out of the extreme state that she had just overcome. After a moment, when her thighs began to stop twitching, and her heartbeat finally reached a reasonable level, Robin pulled the hand back out of her. Sure enough, they were pretty drenched. And curiosity got the best of her, along with a touch of possessiveness— she didn’t want the shower being the one to wash it away before she could make a decision, it was her choice!— so before she could even think about it, the fingers were in her mouth. She hadn’t really gone into the action with any expectations, but regardless, Nancy tasted pretty good.
“Yes, it was… I… ah…” Nancy found herself at a loss for words, falling into Robin, even more tired than before. Unfortunately they really still needed to get clean, gotta wash those rabies away, but Robin didn’t mind doing most of the work for the two of them.
“I’ll get us cleaned up, and then we can go to sleep. You’re so cute when you’re tired though, Nance.” She smiled, carefully holding the girl that was now completely in her arms and rubbing gentle back and forth movements into her back.
This time Robin might’ve gotten away with having full control, but one day, Nancy will repay her.