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“Robin, it’s too hot for this, how are you still functioning?”
Nancy was sprawled out on her back, hair up tight in a band that was barely holding it all together. She was in a bikini top that wasn’t hers and the shorts that she had left behind last weekend, and it still felt like she was going to suffocate. Robin’s head popped up from down the side of the bed Nancy’s legs were hanging limply from and she smiled with far too much enthusiasm. Some strands of fringe were stuck to her temples.
“You’re such a baby.”
“You’re insane.”
“This was your idea!” She elbowed her way up until her arms were out flat across the cool duvet cover, knees uncomfortable on the coarse carpet as she strained to poke Nancy in the side. She couldn’t reach.
“Poke your own side for me?”
Nancy groaned and lifted one arm from above her head and draped it across her middle. Her eyes were closed.
“Was that your best poke? That was pathetic.”
“Shut up!” Nancy was smiling despite herself.
Robin let her face sink down into the bed.
“We just gotta move this bed a bit further. Then it’s not by the wall, and you don’t have to climb over me to get into it anymore.” Her voice was muffled.
“Let’s just… leave it like this. It’s abstract.”
“It’s not abstract Nance, it’s abandoned.” Robin’s head came up.
Nancy opened one eye to reorient herself. After half an hour of struggling, the bed was now a diamond in the middle of Robin’s square room.
“S’abstract.”
“I’ll show you abstract—” Robin climbed the rest of the way onto the bed and straddled her girlfriend’s waist, grinning at the way Nancy’s eyebrows hitched and her mouth opened in protest.
“Are you gonna help me move the bed, or am I gonna lay on you until we both die of heat stroke?”
Nancy laughed and grappled with her, still refusing to face the fact that Robin was always stronger than her when it came to it.
“What’s it gonna be, Wheeler?”
“Oh my god, Robin, you’re like a furnace—”
“A few more inches won’t kill you, come on,“
“I didn’t know you had any inches.”
Both of them dissolved. Robin hadn’t ever laughed as hard as when she was with Nancy, the freedom she felt to be herself when they were alone was unparalleled even by poor Steve.
“I have more than enough inches, if you’d prefer me to get you to cooperate that way.”
Nancy was panting, all the cool she had managed to summon in her five minutes of rest swept to one side and replaced by flushed cheeks and the feeling of airlessness. Her wrists were pinned at either side of her head and Robin hovered over her with a smug smile that made Nancy want to kick her ass and kiss her in equal measure. But god if it wasn’t million degrees today in Robin’s little flat, it wasn’t ten.
“Is that a metaphor?”
Robin’s big soft doe eyes didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, it’s in the nightstand drawer where all the best metaphors live.”
Nancy’s head tilted to look past Robin’s forearm at the night stand she’d heaved out of the way when they’d started this ill-advised afternoon activity, some level of realisation dawning on her. When she looked back up at Robin’s face her stomach fluttered.
Robin’s brow quirked, and her lips were pressed together in a strange smile. The energy in the room changed so fast Nancy was almost tempted to blame it on delirium, on the fact every car roof on the Main Street outside had a mirage sizzling over the metal chassis and every window in every house was flung open as far as it would go, flies be damned. It was airless outside, and now it was airless inside.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Robin winced theatrically. “Oof. Didn’t anyone warn you never to dare me?”
“Who would have—”
Robin leaned down and kissed her, stomachs touching, letting go of one of Nancy’s wrists to hold herself up with her forearm instead.
Somehow, Nancy shivered. Insanity really, Hawkins hadn’t seen temperatures like this since the early fifties. And yet-
Nancy didn’t have the willpower to try and mention how much more ill-advised it was to be doing this today than it had been to be moving furniture. Robin had a way about her when she got like this that made Nancy just stop caring.
Considering how clumsy Robin was at any other time, she was surprisingly deft at undoing the bow holding the bikini top in place with her hand pinned between Nancy’s back and the bed. It slid free and Nancy blushed.
“You’re so cute when you blush, it almost makes me forget some of the obscene things I’ve heard you say between my legs.”
Nancy blushed harder and Robin snickered, ducking her head down to softly suckle one nipple into her mouth. She grazed her teeth over it and then her tongue and Nancy’s hand came to rest on the back of her head. Robin sucked harder and watched as the other woman’s head fell back against the bed, mouth open in a silent moan.
“Turn over.”
“Mm?”
“Turn over.”
Robin moved to kiss her, nipped at her bottom lip and Nancy squirmed underneath her, hands already underneath the old white tank top Robin had declared was substantial enough to negate the need for a bra. It wasn’t, and Nancy had laughed at her when the post was delivered and Robin had opened the door to collect it with her arms tightly crossed.
“Come on,” Robin was trailing open mouthed kisses down the side of Nancy’s neck and she couldn’t think. Eventually, the taller woman pulled away and caught Nancy’s hips, flipping her so quickly that Nancy had to grab two handfuls of the duvet underneath her to steady herself.
“Good girl.”
The heat that lanced through Nancy’s abdomen down to her core was a different kind. She exhaled hard and Robin lowered herself to kiss her shoulder. She must have thrown the tank top across the room between the two actions as Nancy whined feeling Robin’s bare breasts soft against her back.
“Don’t move.”
The feeling of Robin over her disappeared and the bed shifted as she stepped down from it, and Nancy stayed completely still, heart pounding. The drawer opened out of sight. There was a moment of indistinguishable sounds, then a low chuckle from Robin that started a low throbbing Nancy couldn’t bare. She shifted slightly, trying to alleviate the need, thighs pressed tight.
“Ah ah—”
Nancy went still again.
“I saw that.”
Robin was back behind her and Nancy peeked over one shoulder just enough to see her girlfriend’s face. Robin smiled. At the same time, slender fingers gripped at the denim of Nancy’s shorts and the other half of the bikini underneath, and yanked them both down without much issue. Being borrowed, they were on the loose side for Nancy’s narrower hips, and Robin threw them to join her tank top and her own shorts.
“Much better.”
Nancy whined. “You’re killing me.”
“That’s an exaggeration.” The bed depressed and Robin settled a knee either side of Nancy’s legs, running her fingers idly over the backs of her thighs. She grinned when she noticed Nancy’s heart beating against her pulse point, raked her nails instead to watch the flush creep further down her neck.
“Robin, please—”
“Please what?”
“Please anything, I can’t think.”
“In that case…”
Robin pulled Nancy up by the hips with one arm and sat up onto her knees. The moment Nancy felt the cool smooth head brush against her opening, she felt herself lose it a little.
“Fuck, Robin—”
“Little miss perfect swearing already? And you’re so wet, every time I call you a good girl…” Robin trailed off pointedly, making sure to pitch her voice just enough that the last two words had their effect all over again. Nancy made a short strained sound at the back of her throat and Robin slowly slid the silicone length along her slit, making sure to grind it gently up against Nancy’s clit at the end of each push until it was slick all the way to its base. Nancy was almost sobbing.
“All the windows are open, Nance, everyone outside is gonna hear you.” Robin’s quiet taunting did things to Nancy that she still didn’t completely understand. She opened her mouth to say something she hadn’t figured out yet, more pleading, and Robin took that cue to press slowly into her. Instead of pleading, Nancy lost her grip on a high blissful whine and Robin purred quietly behind her, stilling when the small resistance against the head disappeared abruptly and she felt herself fully lodged inside. She held Nancy’s hips like a vice to stop her from pushing back against her hips.
“Such a good girl for me, stay still,”
Nancy’s fists balled in the bedding, eyes screwed shut in concentration. The need to push Robin fully into her hadn’t lessened at all for her fingers being swapped out for a toy she had never even set eyes on before having inside of her. Robin sighed contentedly, happy to enjoy gazing down at the sight of her girlfriend partially impaled on the end of her cock as she struggled not to move.
“Do you want me?”
Nancy nodded desperately. Robin slapped her ass hard enough to tear out a moan.
“You know the rules, Nancy.”
“Yes, Robin.”
Robin slapped again, across the other cheek.
“Yes, Robin, I want you.”
Robin felt her own face begin to flush, and she hummed with satisfaction.
“That’s my girl…”
She pressed into Nancy so slowly it challenged even her own self control. It was worth it to watch Nancy’s face break, and her back arch, and to feel her clenching around the shaft until it pressed against her cervix and her low groans hiked up an octane.
“Fuck—”
“More?”
“Please.”
Robin’s third slap had Nancy gasping.
“Please, Robin, I need more.”
Robin didn’t hesitate, pulling out swiftly and shoving back in to the hilt, relishing the feeling of resistance she got when Nancy couldn’t take any more of her in. Nancy’s moans became harsh and hard edged, muffled by the bed, interspersed by breathy, raw gasps. Robin pulled out again, and again, setting a brutal pace that had both of them in the sheen of sweat they’d been avoiding all day long. The ends of Robin’s hair clung to her jaw line and she leaned over and praised Nancy under her own choppy breaths.
“You take it so well, baby girl, that’s it— my good girl—”
Nancy’s mind was completely blank drinking in the praise as the feeling of being full to bursting and then empty, and then shoved full again blurred into one consistent feeling of delicious pressure inside her, pressure fast turning into heated pleasure.
“Fuck, Robin, Robin—” she had nothing in her head to finish the sentence with, unable to think past the rough way she was being handled and how intensely it was turning her on. Her arms were trembling, and she felt Robin pull out of her completely.
Before she could ask, Robin pulled her back by one shoulder and turned her back to be facing her. Nancy couldn’t catch her breath, hair falling from the bun, some stuck to her temples just like Robins. Robin pulled the band free and buried one hand into the underneath of Nancy’s curls, half holding them and half cradling the back of her head. She kissed her hard enough to smother the moans when she pushed back into her again, free hand guiding herself back to Nancy’s desperately sensitive opening and then coming back to support her weight. Nancy’s manicured nails made patterns across Robin’s pale back as she left a monstrous hickey across the nape of Robin’s neck, and then another just below it, determined to show her teeth just a little after being so thoroughly and unexpectedly dominated by the usually tender woman on top of her. Robin just groaned and let her, eyes closed and hips not relenting for even a moment.
Nancy could feel the tension in her stomach beginning to coil tightly. One hand slipped between them and dipped between her legs to where her clit was quietly aching past the overwhelming sensations just below it, and Robin’s eyes dipped down at them and then back up with a wicked smile. She was breathing hard.
“It’s okay,” She encouraged, “do it.”
Nancy buried her face against Robin’s neck and panted, fingers rubbing desperate circles. Between that and Robin’s roughness, the coil inside her quickly became taught. Heat flushed over her. It took another moment for the coil to snap and she cried out, suspended in a sharp ecstasy for a second before the slowly evening waves of contractions pulled a deeper-set, warmer pleasure over her. Robin slowed but continued to fuck her firmly through her orgasm, rolling her hips into Nancy’s calmly and deliberately.
Nancy struggled to breathe, face still buried against Robin’s shoulder. The heavy spike that ran through her with each thrust earned tiny whimpers until the sensitivity increased sharply and with a shaking hand she tugged at Robin’s side. Robin pulled out of her just as slowly as she had entered and Nancy groaned despite herself. She was a damp mess, dehydrated and so satisfied she never wanted to move again, sprawled right back in the position she’d started in.
Robin unfastened something Nancy couldn’t see past their bodies and the toy slid easily from her hips. There were soft red lines where the straps had been and Nancy caught a glimpse of them as Robin laid on her side next to her, one arm over her middle.
A moment of heavy breathing was interrupted by a soft kiss being pressed to Nancy’s forehead.
“Are you okay?”
Nancy smiled, eyes closed. “You going to slap my ass if I just nod?”
Robin’s laugh made her laugh, and they curled towards one another, the heat no longer worth the effort of avoiding.
They lay there until their heartbeats were calmed and Nancy had rolled to lay with her head on Robin’s collar bone, just under the hickeys.
“I’ve ruined your throat.” She admitted, running a finger tip over one of the purple marks.
“Feels like I got off lightly after what I just ruined.”
Nancy smacked her arm playfully and Robin pulled her into a weak horizontal bear hug.
“Now help me with moving this damned bed.”