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RONANCE: "I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me (the same way I think of you)"
CONTENT: first kiss, confessions, making out, lovers lake, summer before emerson, smut with plot
AN: Stranger things fandom might be dead but I posted this fic on ao3 about 2 months ago and thought why not resurrect my tumblr and repost the thang. Anyways here's Robin trying to grapple with Nancy leaving for college, and being in love with her. But, they fuck about it... so all is well if you squint.
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Nancy wasn't entirely sure what had led to Robin—doesn’t have a license—Buckley to the driver's seat of her car but all she knew is if she wasn't in fear for her life 10 seconds ago she definitely is now.
It didn’t help that snow had been sticking to the ground and every patch of ice they hit sent the car into an almost-frenzy off the road. She faintly heard Robin muttering curses under her breath watching as the inexperienced hands flexed around awkward spots of the wheel.
”Pull over, pull over.” Nancy breathed, she'd clearly fallen asleep somewhere, or something.
Robin whipped her head to the side like she hadn’t expected a peep from Nancy at all, “Oh shit you’re awake!” She observed before promptly hitting the brakes way too hard when reaching the shoulder.
Nancy recalibrated after nearly being thrown into the dash from the hard stop, she quickly spoke, “What the hell happened? Why are you driving like you’re in F1 or are you evading the goddamn police?” She questioned, unbuckling her seatbelt.
“Well, because we kind of are!” Robin answered, “The cops showed up to the party,” she said, feeling 15 again. Come on, running from a party the cops crashed was very high school.
Nancy looked around outside the car windows, she didn't even recognize this part of town at night, like Robin drove them halfway across the state without realizing. And she must’ve passed out in the car because she’s not sure how else she ended up asleep.
As if Robin could read her mind she said, “You were kind of super drunk, I've never seen you like that before. Steve and I had to carry you out, it was kind of hard cause—yaknow the cops and shit.” She went on.
Steve? Nancy glanced to the backseat where the fluffy haired boy was laying down, she didn't even know he was in here. Robin must’ve been the only one who didn't drink, cause she highly doubted Steve would’ve let her drive if he wasn't also inebriated.
“What time is it? I don’t feel drunk.” Nancy asked, very confused.
“Like 1 am, I've only been driving for like 20 minutes, you’re definitely still tipsy.” She laughed, “Put your seatbelt back on and try to direct me please,” The taller girl pleaded, obviously having been taking random roads.
Nancy felt like face-palming, but she buckled her seatbelt and searched in her glove-box for a map. Robin watched her shuffle through mixed up belongings in the small space, hard to see without any light but the Wheeler girl quickly ripped out the paper from the box like she knew exactly where it was, and shut it closed.
“Okay what street are we on?” She asked peering at the map, struggling to focus on any words or road lines, Robin’s right she was still drunk. Robin reached above Nancy’s head to turn on the small car light and narrowed her eyes down at the map, pointing to a road to the right side, “I think right here.” She said not-so-confidently.
“Let’s hope you’re right,” Nancy said, rolling her eyes. Robin had a hard time telling whether or not it was sarcastic. “Drive straight for a bit and then turn right on…” Nancy trailed off wrestling with her uncooperative eyes to read the street name ahead. Robin leaned back into her space to decipher it, “Cherrywood.” The taller girl confirmed almost-against Nancy's cheek, before reclining back into her seat preparing to drive again.
“Slower this time,” Nancy laughed softly, avoiding the way her stomach flipped at the proximity, “for the love of god.”
Robin just sent her a little anxious smile, taking the car out of park.
They’d dropped Steve off about 10 minutes before Robin nearly smashed the Wheelers mail-box pulling the car into the driveway. Nancy’s adrenaline was through the roof by the time they’d both snuck back into her room.
”Jesus, fuck.” She breathed out, leaning her back against the door a little dramatically. Hauling a drunk Nancy Wheeler quietly through a house was harder than Robin would’ve imagined—not that she’s ever imagined carrying Nancy anywhere or anything. The shorter girl was basically tripping around her room when Robin released her shoulders from her grip.
Robin unceremoniously pulling herself through Nancy’s room felt sort of ritualistic at this point, they’d been spending so much time together over the summer. Nancy had yet to get this drunk, it scared Robin if she was being completely honest, Nancy without her filter (which was basically a really thick stone wall Robin has learned just how to carve away at). Slow and steady–kinda like a cat who isn't sure they want to be pet, if you're not careful they'll pounce away. Robin had to learn how to make Nancy not pounce from her.
But the sight of Nancy pulling her blouse above her head, though turned from Robin at a lazy attempt to be decent, almost knocked the wind from her lungs and pulled her out of her thoughts. She quickly turned around like it was some forbidden thing that she seriously should not be seeing.
“Do you, um, have any pajamas I can borrow?” Robin asked the undressing girl behind her. Robin usually just brings her own but considering she wasn't really expecting to be here tonight, explains the lack of sleepwear.
After a few passes of rustling, a half-dressed Nancy Wheeler poked a stack of shorts and a tee shirt at Robin's side. Which the taller girl rapidly took before exiting the room to change in the bathroom, it felt like she’d been holding her breath the whole time she was in Nancy's bedroom. Unsurprisingly the shirt was just a little too small for Robin, not uncomfortably so but it was a bit snug and sat right at her belly-button, a sliver of abdomen peeking out. After pulling it down a few times, it kept creeping right back up. She just threw her hands up in defeat and left the bathroom.
Quietly she entered Nancy's room again, fearful she'd already fallen asleep and not wanting to wake her up. But she was still awake, sitting up in her bed reading some book Robin had never heard of. Glancing at her bedside clock it read 1:45 am, she was even more surprised Nancy wasn't already asleep, especially being inebriated.
“Why haven't you gone to sleep yet?” Robin questioned, scooting into bed next to her. Nancy just shrugged and said something about not being tired enough. Which made Robin laugh, not remembering a time when she wasn't tired, before pulling the covers up over her shoulders and closing her eyes.
Sleeping next to Robin had been nice for Nancy, having a nightmare slip into her mind every so often, it was nice to have someone stroke her hair and whisper a bit about how it was okay. She wonders how it would be if Robin whispered into her ear when she wasn't just scared, Nancy shuddered at the thought, promptly shutting her book and joining robin in an attempt at rest. The drinks were clearly getting to her now if they hadn't been before.
Nancy first heard the soft padding down the stairs before seeing a soft looking Robin with messed up hair, still adorning a too small pink silk sleepwear set. Nancy willed herself not to stare at her barely covered ass, or midriff—her drunken mind picked the wrong outfit.
It was unfortunately early, but enough that they were the only ones awake. “Morning,” Nancy said, her eyes back on the mug of 30% coffee 70% creamer she was already mixing. Robin slid somewhat closely beside her, the exposed sliver of her lower back on the edge of the counter.
“Good morning,” the taller girl greeted back, letting her gaze drift towards the window in the kitchen. Soft morning light beaming across her face and into the little frizz in her hair, Nancy thought for a moment she looked close enough to pass as an angel.
“I'm surprised you're not hungover.” Robin said after a beat, meeting Nancy’s eyes again. Nancy cracked a little smile, “I do have a headache,” she admitted, “but I didn't drink that much.”
And Robin shrugged with a little laugh that made Nancy's heart clench in her chest. “Whatever you say, Wheeler.” She said before walking to open the fridge like it was her own.
Nancy took a sip of her coffee in an attempt to sooth the slight throbbing of her head, it did little to help. “Shouldn't you be drinking some water, or gatorade, or something?” Robin questioned pointedly, filling a glass with orange juice.
“Probably,” Nancy answered, “but then I wouldn't get to wake up.”
If Robin Buckley had to choose one spot to spend the rest of her days, it would probably be this little damp abandoned boat dock. But she might reconsider come winter when the lake ahead of her freezes over and lacks a certain girl.
But here she can think about everything, she thinks about Eddie Munson and she misses him. She thinks about missing a lot of people here, even though most of them are still alive. She thinks about how in two months summer break is over and the time will only live as a bright technicolor spot in her brain—that someday she will miss too. Absent-mindedly she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth in thought.
Robin doesn't talk about these things, even in the dusk of night with Nancy where she's said things she'd never tell anyone else. She doesn't tell her that sometimes she lets her mind wander to this other universe where Robin follows Nancy to Boston and they have a shoebox apartment together, where they share a bed just like they have been so often since the spring break of ‘87. And part of that is because she's not sure how to grapple with those feelings.
Robin realized she had been staring at Nancy for probably too long, the girl out probably away 15 feet floating on her back. She finally pulls her probably bloody lip from her teeth and drops from the dock into the semi-shallow water and swims towards her. Nancy was wearing a dark purple swimsuit that Robin had to curse herself into not staring at—it was a lot different than what Robin found herself in, some teal colored board-shorts and a black bikini top. Once she had reached her, Nancy stood, the water only reaching their midriffs.
The top of Nancy's shoulders had turned a bit pink from the sun, her hair was wet, little curls sticking to her face. Robin resisted the urge to reach out and tuck them back into place, quickly turning her gaze towards the water. Nancy ducked her head, trying to follow her eyes, and this look she gave Robin, like she was the next subject of an article, something to figure all-out. Her knees threatened to buckle.
“Your lip is all red.” Nancy pointed out, lifting her hand and touching gently over it with her fingertips. Robin about came undone right then and there, Nancy's pointer and middle finger sliding over her bottom lip almost made her whimper.
Flushed pink grew under her cheeks quickly, her tongue failing in her mouth, lips parted like she wanted to reply but nothing could come out.
Nancy reached those same fingers resting on the edge of her lip under her chin and closed her open mouth. “You're cute when you get embarrassed.” Nancy said playfully before backing away.
“Cute?” She laughed, splashing water on the shorter girl as a way to distract herself from the heat turning over in her lower abdomen. Nancy splashed her back, the water wetting the edges of her golden hair.
Giggling first then saying, “Yeah,” running her hands through the water around her, “you are.”
Those softly spoken words filtering into Robin's ears did nothing to calm the reddening of her face or the fluttering in her stomach, she dropped her head to the rippling water again, watching Nancy's hands wave through it. And now unfortunately she can't stop thinking about how those fingers would feel on her tongue, or how her bruised lip might feel between Nancy's own.
Robin forced breath into her lungs, slowly and steadily, like she could trick her pulse into something normal. Like always, it didn't work. Not when Nancy was right there, close enough that she could feel the ripples of water brushing her stomach every time Nancy moved.
Nancy’s fingers skimmed the surface again, “You’re quiet,” she said, just observing. Nancy Wheeler was always observing.
Robin swallowed thick. “Just thinking.” finally meeting the brunette's eyes again.
Nancy hummed hearing her, tilting her head. “About what?”
Everything, Robin wanted to say. You. Always you. But the words jammed in her throat and twisted around.
“Stuff,” she managed instead, which was pathetic even by her standards. No words were ever enough around Nancy.
Nancy took a small step closer, the water parting around her hips. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”
Robin blinked. “Doing what?”
“Disappearing into your head.” Nancy’s voice softened, “Sometimes it's like you're not with me.” she smiled despite herself, “like you're away on another planet–Planet Robin.” She drew her fingers up to Robin's temple and tapped on it.
Robin’s breath stopped in her throat, lips sputtering suddenly trying to defend herself. She hadn’t realized she was that see-through. Or maybe she had—maybe she wanted Nancy to notice, in some twisted, self-sabotaging way.
“I’m here,” Robin said, too quickly.
Nancy’s eyes flicked over her face, searching again, like she was trying to read her facial expressions like a book, “Are you?”
Robin’s chest tightened. She looked away, but Nancy stepped forward again, closing the last few inches between them chasing her face, her eyes. The lake water lapped at their stomachs, warm from the sun.
“You don’t have to tell me,” Nancy murmured, “But I want you to.” Her left hand tracing up from Robin's wrist to her shoulder to the crook of her neck.
Robin’s heart felt like it might explode into Nancy's hands, “It’s nothing bad,” she whispered, which was true and also the biggest lie she’d ever told–somehow both of those things were very real at once.
Nancy’s thumb grazed her temple, then dropped away, leaving Robin aching for her touch again, “Okay,” Nancy said, deciding not to push for now.
Silence settled between them, thick and humming. The cicadas in the trees buzzed and somewhere across the lake, a bird cried. Everything felt too loud and too quiet at the same time.
Nancy finally broke the tension with a small, crooked smile. “You’re doing it again.”
Robin groaned. “I can’t help it.” She threw her arms in defeat, making the water splash a little onto her warming skin.
“I know.” Nancy nudged her foot under the water, a gentle tap against her ankle. “But you don’t have to be nervous around me.”
Robin barked out a laugh that sounded far more unbridled than she would've wished, “That’s—yeah. Sure. Totally. Not nervous at all.”
Nancy raised an eyebrow. “Robin.”
The way she said her name—soft, warm, and inquisitively all at once—it nearly knocked Robin under.
“I just…” Robin started, then stopped. She could feel the truth climbing its way up her throat, if she said it now, here, in the middle of the lake with the sun dipping low and Nancy looking at her like that—she wasn’t sure she’d come out alive.
Robin took a breath. “I don’t want this summer to end.” Because that was true, and still easier than what she really meant.
Nancy’s expression shifted barely, but enough. “Me neither.” She shrugged, and Robin couldn't tell if she clocked the double meaning.
Robin’s head snapped up. Nancy was closer now, close enough that Robin could see the tiny droplets clinging to her eyelashes and feel the heat radiating off her skin.
“Then…” Robin’s voice cracked. “What happens when it is over?” And she is reminded why she's never said it out loud, anxiety still beating below her chest rapidly.
Nancy didn’t answer but she reached out, her fingers brushing Robin’s wrist under the water, so subtle Robin almost wondered if she imagined it..
“Maybe,” Nancy said quietly, “we don’t have to figure it out all at once.”
Robin’s breath stuttered, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Nancy’s smile was small but just as real as it always was, “We can start with… today… now.”
Robin felt the world tilt, just slightly. Nancy’s hand was still on her wrist, warm even underwater. Robin’s fingers twitched, wanting—aching—to curl around hers.
And Robin realized, with a dizzying rush, that the moment her mind had been terrifyingly caught in was no longer somewhere in the future, it was here.
“Robin–” Nancy started once again pulling her out of her head. Slowly and softly she said, “just kiss me, please.”
And Robin did, lips quickly finding their way onto hers, hands taking no less time to reach into Nancy's hair and pull her closer. The tug made Nancy whine into Robin's lips, and she gasped, lips parting ever so slightly overtop the shorter girls. Any of Robin's conscious thoughts had been ripped away from her and all she could think of was Nancy, Nancy, Nancy. The way her fingers curled into her hips around the band of her shorts, the short moment between kissing that her breath fanned over Robin's face, the way her eyes had turned dark. All of it made Robin's head spin.
And as if she hadn't been blubbering for words a few moments prior, Robin pulled away and said confidently, "Come on.” before grabbing Nancy's wrist and taking them back to the dock. Nancy let herself laugh into her tugging direction.
It wasn't long that the two were back in Nancy’s bedroom, and as soon as the door clicked shut behind them Robin cornered Nancy against it. “Jesus–Robin,” Nancy breathed out, the ghost of a laugh between her words.
“What?” Robin breathed out before taking Nancy's wrists into her hands and pressing them back onto the door.
“Just didn't know you had this kind of boldness,” she lowers her head but her eyes are still burning into Robins, “with me no less.”
Robin tilted her head, surged with more confidence than she would usually let herself have, “Why would I want you to have anything less than everything I could give you?” she quietly questions into the shared air between them.
Nancy, not able to find the appropriate words to reply pulls her hands free from their–though hotly–pinned position and threads them into the short hairs at the base of Robin’s neck and tugs her forwards.
Their lips meet again, sliding together in a gentle rhythm at first, Robin's hands find Nancy’s waist and she doesn't waste any time pulling her further against her front. Nancy tugs at Robin's hair, leaving the taller girl to gasp into her mouth suddenly. She is quick to seize the opportunity to slip her tongue onto Robin's lower lip, starting on one side and dragging it across to the other. The feeling alone makes Robin tremble, then moan when it breaches further into her parted mouth. Nancy must like it the way she hums and licks into her mouth, like she's starving for more of those noises.
The way Nancy's tongue slides in Robin's mouth like she's trying to memorize each groove and sensation, is making the girl weak in every joint. She really realizes she is out of her depth when Nancy pulls away, just to attach her lips to the underside of Robin's jaw. So much for pinning her to the door. Nancy is kissing the soft skin of her neck, and up and down it until she sucks it between her lips. Robin can't do much but whimper lowly at the feeling, she's hopelessly willing her hands to do anything but lay idly on Nancy's hips. She can't do much but feel desperate and sound desperate as little involuntary sounds come up out of her chest when Nancy drags her tongue down the soft side of her neck. A much too-loud Robin eagerly groans when Nancy nips at that same spot, prompting the shorter girl to curl her hand over the soft plush of Robin's lips, “You know I love that voice,” she whispers into her ear, “but you gotta be quiet for me, okay?” Nancy says.
The soft breath hitting her ear makes Robin shiver, and quickly nod her head in agreement. “Tell me you got that,” Nancy says, catching Robin's hooded gaze, then removing her hand.
Robin takes a moment to drink in that sight of Nancy, the pointed hot look beaming from her eyes and drilling into Robin's own, she never wants to forget how beautifully sexy the pink faced dominant Wheeler looks right now. Storing the sight into a vault in her brain she will have no problem opening up sometime at night when she's feeling extra hot and bothered.
“I got that.” She finally breathes out. She realizes Nancy has the dirty talk down well, which prompts a similar thought that she is much more experienced and that only turns on Robin more.
Nancy nods in response and Robin wishes she might call her good girl but that thought doesn't get too far before her mouth is occupied between Nancy's lips again.
Just as Robin teases her fingertips against Nancy's hips where her swimsuit stops and curves, Nancy starts walking her backwards towards the bed. Robin's knees fail beneath her when she's pushed up into the edge of Nancy's mattress and falls backwards onto it, disconnecting their lips. She's given less than a moment to recalibrate when Nancy climbs on top of her, slipping a knee between her already parted legs.
Nancy reaches her hand up to her jaw, coaxes her mouth open just to lick inside of it, Robin can't help the moan that claws out of her chest with it. Nancy is much more experienced, and Robin wonders if it's from porno or real life. She struggles to imagine Nancy not telling her she was already having sex with women.
Nancy pulls her head away again, using her hand to push Robin's face to the side, “Nance–ha…” Nancy cuts off whatever train of thought Robin is voicing by pulling her earlobe between her lips. But finally when she releases it, “How do you even know any of this?” Robin manages between pants and whimpers from soft lips on every inch of her neck.
“Well,” she begins, pulling Robin's hands away from her sides and wrapping her hands around her wrists just as she had done to her, “I certainly know what I like,” pinning her wrists down on either side of Robin's head. Her drying hair begins to fall over their faces like a curtain, she says the next part like that curtain holds all the privacy in the world, “just trying to figure out just what you like too.” She gets out, grinding her knee into Robin's swimsuit clad center encouraging her to grind onto it.
Robin is wet and she can really tell with how easily she's sliding in her shorts on Nancy's leg, she is pathetically wet. The heat bubbling in her abdomen is begging for more, more, more. Pinned below Nancy Wheeler, needingly rocking her hips onto her thigh, she's sure she is dripping through her shorts. Nancy can't take her eyes off Robin’s face, expressions filtering through pleasure, she wants to kiss her so bad. But the sight of mouth agape, panting, flushed, groaning, Robin Buckley is too hot to tear her eyes from.
“Fuck-fuck, Nancy–please.” Robin pants, “Please.” opening her eyes to a basically awe-struck Nancy, she is literally begging. Never–well maybe not never–did she think she would really be pinned below Nancy begging for her touch.
“Oh, Robin…” Nancy smiles, she is so spurred on by this, “what is it?” Desperate Robin is fucking sexy, she concludes. She wants more of that. “I promise,” she starts, whispering now, “anything you want me to do to you. I've thought of it, and probably twice as dirty.”
Those words turn over in Robins head, she slows her hips, “Please fucking touch me, I want to feel you so bad—so fucking bad.” she finally gets out.
Nancy just nods, releasing one of Robin's wrists to drag her hand over the length of her body until she reaches her shorts. “You sure?” she confirms, and the millisecond Robin nods, Nancy’s hand is in her pants, right past the little gather of hair into her hot slick.
Robin's mouth drops open for what feels like the hundredth time, a low whine escaping her lips as Nancy drags her fingers down and back up her slit. “Fuck,” she breathes out. Nancy's eyes are focused low, to the bulge of her hand underneath Robin’s shorts, but it doesn't matter much because Robin’s eyes are already screwed shut just from the beginning of pleasure.
Nancy begins to rub little circles around Robin’s clit, drawing quiet little things from her chest, Nancy brings her eyes up to gaze at her fucked face, “Good girl, Robin,” that only pulls another, “quiet for me.” she affirms, pressing her fingers a little more into her ministrations. She circles and drags and circles again, watching how Robin's face reacts to every little movement and studying her moans.
Nancy dips her fingers back towards Robin's opening, “God,” she breathes, bringing them back up to her clit, “you have made such a mess of yourself.” Robin was truly dripping, and just from a little foreplay.
Robin manages a whimper in response, “I'm like this for you a lot,” she begins before Nancy adds enough pressure to cut her off, “you're just never-mph–there to see it.” she says between little moans.
“I'll make you cum good enough to make up for all my absences then,” she baits, drawing her fingers towards Robin's center again.
“Please do,” Robin says, her hips bucking into Nancy's teasing hand. Nancy is truly just as desperate for this as Robin is, her fingers finally pressing into Robin’s opening.
“2 fingers okay?” she asks, pausing her hand, 2 fingertips curling into Robin's heat. Robin just nods again, afraid of sounding too needy. Nancy holds her gaze as she pushes those fingers up into Robin's slick pussy. She nearly moans at the feeling of robin opening up for her, soft walls enveloping her pointer and middle finger like it was made for them. Robin's eyes shut again, Nancy brings her mouth back to hers, kissing the soft curve of her bottom lip and she gently pumps her fingers in and out of Robin’s cunt.
“God, oh my god.” Robin sputters, “you feel, really, really, good Nancy.”
The sound of Nancy's name being moaned out from a fucked in Robin Buckley made her whine. The sound of it pulling Robin's eyes open, Nancy of course was already looking at her, watching all the ways she looked while getting ruined at the mercy of her own two fingers.
Robin gave her this little look though nearly unclockable beneath the surface of pleasure etched into her face, “Yeah?” she whimpered, “Nancy?” Nancy nodded, as if there was even a question to answer. Then experimentally curling her fingers into the soft spot of her wetness, her back instantly arched, “Yeah, God, Nancy.” she moaned from it, “fuck–Nancy.” Nancy nodded eagerly, slipping her soaked fingers into that spot again and again, chasing the sound of her own name spilling from Robin's lips. This was so much better than having a cock inside her.
Robin’s moans were hushed in this obedient way that Nancy could seriously get high on, she wanted to hear every possible vulgar sound Robin could make. So she took her thumb and attached it to Robin’s clit, sliding it up and down the pink wet spot in rhythm with her thrusts. “Chr–ist, Nance, ohmygod.” Robin rushes out a broken string of words.
“Yeah, baby?” she asks, the pet name absently sliding off her tongue.
“Please kiss me, somewhere.” She pleads, meeting the Wheeler's eyes again. And Nancy did, kissing from the base of her neck up to her jaw, not missing a beat with her busy hungry fingers, still feeding Robins throbbing hot static. She drags her lips to meet Robin's own, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and tugging just enough to pry a bit of a louder noise from her throat. Nancy really wonders what other soft wet part of Robin might feel like between her teeth. Then Robin mumbles something against her lips, Nancy forces her face away enough to whisper, “What?”
“m’ gonna–ha—cum,” she cries softly against Nancy's lips. Nancy makes this split second decision to drag her mouth away and push down Robin's shorts past her knees with her free hand. Robin doesn't get the chance to even ask what it is she might be doing before Nancy's lips are curled around the same spot her thumb just was.
Her fingers dragging in and out below her chin, she licks at Robin's clitorous quickly, flattening her tongue on it before circling around it. And if Robin was struggling to keep quiet before she seriously is now, “fuckfuckfuck” she breathes out, a hand finding its way into Nancy's curls, tugging at her hair soft yet ruthlessly. Nancy moans at the feeling, and at her taste. The noise made its way up Robin's spine before unwinding that knot in her stomach.
Nancy's tongue flicking up and around her bundle of nerves one last time before Robin came, messily and desperately over Nancy's fingers and face. Nancy dragged her fingers slowly through Robin's orgasm, having to force her face away from her clit, feeling the girl's pussy clench around her fingers and coat them in a beautiful slick. Slowly she pulled her fingers out covered in her cum, Robin lay slack on her bed, feeling the aftershocks ripple through her. She was truly panting Nancy found as she approached close to her face again, “Jesus, Robin,” she breathed out, “you are so fucking hot.” The dirty-blond dragged a smirk from her lips, gazing at Nancy with a beautifully tired expression.
A preconceived thought made its way into Nancy's head, quickly she brought her ruined hand up to Robin's lips, pulling them open by her bottom lip and slipping her fingers into her mouth.
Robin closed her lips around Nancy's fingers, Nancy let her mouth draw open at the feeling. She was so pretty like this, hot in the face and eyes half shut, sucking her own juices off Nancy's fingers. It could've made Nancy orgasm herself right there.
When she finally pulled her fingers from the soft plush of her mouth and tongue, Robin asked, “When do I get to take care of you then?”
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