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“Nancy Karen Wheeler,” Eddie starts.

“That’s not my middle name,” Nancy says.

“If you don’t take that with us, I’m gonna tell Robin that you don’t love her.”

Nancy rolls her eyes and shoves Eddie away. She keeps looking around for the kiddos to appear behind them but they’re all doing their own thing on the first floor of this house. Significantly beat up house with broken windows, various animal markings, and peeling walls. A typical house that they run into. They’re not staying here tonight, just ransacking it for goods. But this “good” was not on Nancy’s list of things to take. 

“It’ll take up too much room in my bag,” Nancy mumbles. Eddie was admiring an erotic painting that hung lopsided on the wall. Eddie blows a raspberry and gives her a pointed look. 

“Then ditch it after you have yourselves a night,” Eddie says with a teasing grin. 

“We don’t even know if it’s sanitary,” Nancy argues. 

“It’s literally still in the package,” Eddie exclaims, picking it up off the dusty mattress. He waves it in her face while Nancy scrunches her nose. 

“Don’t those…go bad or something after a while?” 

Eddie looks like he’s seconds away from bursting into full belly laughter. “Is Nancy Karen‒”

“Eddie, Christ, that’s not my middle name. What a bad middle name.”

“Fine, is Nancy Jacqueline Wheeler‒”

“Jacqueline?”

“Your parents seem like Kennedy people.”

“They’re fully republican.”

“Damn, that bites,” Eddie retorts. “What point was I trying to make?”

Nancy cracks a smile then. “I don’t know. Your undiagnosed ADHD is an enigma to us all.”

“Could be ADD,” Eddie argues pointlessly. He looks down at his hands and his eyes light up again. “Ah, yes! Nancy Elizabeth Wheeler was about to ask me if a dildo can expire.”

Nancy hits his arm and shushes him. “Shut the hell up!”

“No, no it’s cute,” Eddie says. “It’s really cute that you’re coming to Big Gay Eddie for help‒”

“I’m not coming to you for help ,” Nancy seethes. 

“It might be too far to help you get into the straps but maybe if we did it over your clothes… or if Steve was there‒”

“I’m going to actually murder you,” Nancy spits. 

“What? He’s seen it all before!” Eddie says as he gestures to Nancy’s body. 

Nancy huffs and goes to leave the room. She reaches the door before she turns around and says, “You put that thing down, Edward Johnny Munson.”

“Johnny?

“Johnny Cash,” Nancy says in her best southern drawl. 

Eddie narrows his eyes and then gave her a sad smile. “You talked to Wayne too much.”

Nancy returns the sad smile and says, “He was a great guy to talk to.”

Eddie nods fondly. They’re not sure where Wayne is. They’re not sure where any of their parents are. When the Lurkers took over, they were busy destroying Vecna in the Upside Down. They saw no family members' bodies when they came back to Hawkins but Eddie found a sticky note on the fridge that said, “I’ll find you one day, son”. 

He keeps it in his wallet (which is pretty obsolete now but everyone has little things they carry that make them feel like people ). Eddie doesn’t talk about it much but Nancy thinks Wayne is out there. He might have been old but he was ready to fight that whole town if it meant Eddie was okay. Some measly zombies are not going to stand in his way. 

The house, minus the strap-on, is actually good loot. There were tampons, bags of beans and rice, reusable water bottles, half-empty shampoo and conditioner bottles, and some unscented soap which is great for cleaning gear. The group moves forward into the night and sets up camp in a barn. It’s Nancy, Steve, and Lucas’s turn to make dinner so Lucas starts a fire while Nancy and Steve set up the pots and pans. 

Nancy reaches into her backpack to dig around for a spoon when she pulls out an unfamiliar box. She squeaks and Steve glances up from his bag. His eyes widen as Nancy shoves the box back into her bag. Nancy shoots him a glare and Steve holds his hands up in defense. 

“I didn’t see whatever you didn’t want me to see,” Steve says.

“Your boyfriend is dead fucking meat,” Nancy seethes.

“He usually is.”

“Little shit,” Nancy grumbles, violently shoving the box further into her bag. 

“Woah, woah, hey, don’t damage the goods,” Steve jokes. 

“I’m not,” Nancy stops herself to huff. “I’m not gonna…use it.”

“I don’t care if you do or don’t. I don’t even know how sanitary it is.”

“That’s what I said!”

“How‒if you don’t mind me asking‒did my boyfriend put that in there? Where the hell did you even get it?”

Nancy sighs loudly. “It was in the bedroom of the house. The one with the painting‒”

Steve whistles and nods. “Yeah, that was nice.”

Nancy scoffs and waves her hands around. “Eddie found it and oh so graciously offered it to me and told me if I didn’t take it that I didn’t love Robin anymore.”

Steve sputters a laugh and shakes his head. Lucas comes back over and Nancy hurriedly hides her bag behind the back of the log she’s sitting on. 

“What’s so funny?” Lucas asks. 

“Nothing,” The two say. 

Lucas frowns. “I hate when you guys do that.”

“Do what?” Nancy asks. 

“Make jokes that you won’t tell us. We’re all adults here.”

“That is simply not true,” Steve says.

“Okay maybe not Erica but I’m nearly 16! What’s the goddamn joke?” Lucas whines. 

“It’s personal ,” Nancy says sternly.

Lucas looks at Steve and tilts his head. “Well?”

Steve deliberates for a moment while Nancy shoots daggers at him. Eventually, he shakes his head and says, “Yeah, we’re not having that talk today. Maybe some other time, sport.”

Lucas groans and gestures behind him. “Fire’s ready. You can take your little jokes over there.”

Nancy slaps his thigh as she stands and Steve ruffles his afro. Lucas shoves them both away and grumpily takes a seat on the log they were on. Nancy and Steve snicker to themselves but don’t bring up the box for the rest of the night. Nancy tries to think of a way to get rid of it but is bone tired by the time dinner’s finished. Robin has already prepared a nice haystack with a blanket on top for their bed for the night. She introduces it to Nancy with big, sweeping arms and a “Ta-da!”

Nancy kisses her cheek. “Looks so cozy, baby.”

“Only the best for you, bunny,” Robin grins. 

Nancy wraps her curly hair in an old cotton t-shirt from Robin. One that says “Hawkins High Band Camp” on it and is well-worn with love. Sure, a lot of curly hair maintenance has fallen to the wayside since brains started being consumed by the undead but Robin offered it to her some night two years ago at a sleepover they had (back when they were still calling it sleepovers and maybe they were but they were also the most homoerotic sleepovers Nancy had ever encountered in her years of socializing as a girl). Nancy kept it after that day and Robin never asked for it back. Sometimes, Robin even helps tie the sleeves around her forehead with a loving smile. 

Robin is looking for the wooden spoon the next morning as she makes the group oats over a new fire. She sneaks back into the barn and tries to be quiet so she doesn’t wake Nancy. She digs through Nancy’s bag, taking out each thing one by one before she touches a plastic box. Her heart races as she stares at it. 

It’s a purple dildo with leather straps attached. 

The model in the picture is just a pair of legs but it gives Robin the visual she needed. Her eyes dart from her sleeping girlfriend to the fucking sex toy she’s been hiding from her.

Did Nancy want to…use this? Did she want Robin to wear this? In what fucking ideal world do they have enough time away from others to do something like this? Is Nancy fucking insane?  

Robin stares at Nancy’s thighs and her throat feels itchy suddenly. Thighs Robin loves, let’s be perfectly clear. Strong yet soft. Those thighs holding this on them with leather fucking straps. 

Robin lets out a shaky breath, finds the spoon, and puts everything back where she found it just in time for Will to poke his head inside the barn and say, “Rob? The oats might burn.”

“Coming,” Robin responds, pushing the bag away for good measure. She takes a centering breath and grips the wooden spoon tightly in her hand. 

Oats. Breakfast. Feed the pack. Think about this later. 

Only, Robin didn’t stop thinking about it. Literally all day. She doesn’t think she heard a single conversation that anyone had with her, including Nancy. Everyone is giving her weird looks but no one presses. They arrive at their next location, a set of cabins in a national park. The water isn’t running but that’s not a deterrent anymore. Nancy and Robin get the first round of keeping watch and Robin can feel her palms sweating profusely. 

They set themselves up on the porch of one of the cabins. The girls are sleeping soundly inside while the cabin over has all the boys. They’re rowdy and arguing and it makes the couple roll their eyes. Eddie’s yelling something about an old campaign and Dustin is arguing back and Steve is trying to keep the peace and Lucas is telling them to shut the hell up. No word from Jonathan, Will, or Argyle because there never is. 

The girls swing their legs off the porch and watch the night sky fill up with stars. Robin is nervous and trying (failing) to hide it. Nancy keeps glancing at her every few moments but doesn’t say anything. Robin finally decides she needs to talk about something to interrupt the chaos in her brain. 

“I wanted to be a park ranger as a kid,” Robin rambles.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. My parents got all the National Geographic magazines and they had all these maps of different parks around the U.S. that they traveled to before I was born. I read and studied those things like they were the Bible.”

“That’s really adorable. Little Ranger Robin,” Nancy says, bumping her shoulder with Robin’s. 

Robin lets out a nervous laugh and quickly says, “What did you want to be?”

Nancy hums thoughtfully. “Ballerina was the dream for a long time.”

Robin smiles at the memory of Nancy’s pink frilly bedroom and her ballerina jewelry box. 

“Did you ever try?” Robin asks. 

“I was in ballet classes for approximately one year. Hated every minute of it. It was so boring when you were five and you just wanted to be like the adults in their pointe shoes but you couldn’t. Just learning the five positions over and over. It was torture.”

Robin coos and ruffles Nancy’s curls. “Aww, I bet you made a cute ballerina.”

“I would’ve!” Nancy whines with a smile on her face. “Why did they make it all so boring?”

“We’ll rob a ballet studio and get you your pointe shoes and you’ll put on the most beautiful dance performance of your life,” Robin declares.  

“Deal,” Nancy says. 

Robin tucks a curl behind Nancy’s ear and trails her fingers down Nancy’s neck. Nancy looks at her fully and smiles sweetly. Robin tries to return it but she thinks it probably looks strained because Nancy’s smile falls fast. 

“Robbie?” Nancy asks. 

Robin curls her lips into her mouth and tries to come up with the question that reigns supreme here. Something that won’t make Nancy feel bad. She doesn’t want Nancy to feel bad, she just needs answers. 

“You okay, baby?” Nancy asks, reaching a hand to gently wrap around Robin’s wrist. 

“So…” Robin starts lamely. “You know how…when we get alone time…it’s…well, it’s nice y’know but it’s also fast and there’s always a gamble of getting interrupted and it’s hard to navigate, y’know, and I know you miss how things used to be and god, I miss how things used to be, so I’m just a little lost on‒” Robin trails off and the question she wants to ask never reveals itself. 

Nancy looks at her patiently, letting her have time to think. She strokes Robin’s wrist with her thumb. 

“I saw the box in your bag,” Robin blurts out, her cheeks fire engine red. 

Nancy’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, God.”

“I wasn’t prying or anything I was just looking for the spoon and I…I don’t know‒”

“Baby,” Nancy says with a breathy laugh. “It was a prank that Eddie did on me. We found it at that house and he snuck it into my bag. I just keep forgetting to get rid of it without the others seeing.”

Robin’s disappointed. It strikes her hard and she doesn’t know where it came from. Her eyes fall to her lap and her breaths get longer. She drops her hand from Nancy’s neck as her brain keeps racing. She can hear Nancy saying something but it’s all muffled.

Why is she upset that Nancy didn’t pick that up for them? That’s not even something she would do. It’s an impractical thing to tote around. It’s not like they can’t get where they need to go without it. They’ve never even used one on each other. 

It’s Nancy’s hand on her cheek, directing her gaze to hers, that snaps her out of this weird spiral. Nancy’s eyebrows are pinched and she looks genuinely concerned and it’s all so stupid . This is not the end of the world. They’re witnessing, living, breathing the end of the world. Actively. Right now. Whether or not Nancy wants to use a sex toy on her, a sex toy she found no less, is not a big deal. 

“Did you want to try it?” Nancy whispers. 

Robin’s stomach sinks to the grass. To the Earth’s inner core, really. Her mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out. 

Nancy’s look turns sultry then and yes, yes okay , this is what Robin was envisioning all day long. The sexy, the charmer, the one typically on top (though they’ve been known to switch). Her lips curve into a smirk and her thumb trails down to Robin’s bottom lip. Robin is speechless as her lips part due to Nancy’s tugging on her chin. Robin doesn’t dare move and that seems to rile Nancy up more. 

“Oh, baby,” Nancy whispers. “You should have just said so.”

“Well‒” Robin tries. Yeah, nothing coherent is gonna come out of her. 

“I can’t say I haven’t been thinking about it over the last 48 hours,” Nancy soothes. “I’m not sure when we would get that kind of time but I can keep lugging it around if you’d like.”

“We can take turns,” Robin jokes weakly. 

Nancy kisses her tenderly and pulls away before Robin is really done kissing her. Robin leans forward with an impatient whimper that has Nancy chuckling. She grants her a few more chaste kisses. More shouting from the cabin over makes them pull apart completely with annoyed fondness. Nancy gets a brush out of her bag and gestures for Robin to sit between her legs. Nancy brushes through the strawberry-blonde tangles and Robin closes her eyes in a moment of peace.

Nancy leans down when she’s done and whispers into Robin’s ear, “I’m gonna make you feel so good one of these days, Robbie.”

Robin does not control the pathetic noise her throat makes. 

One of these days ended up being a few weeks later. The package had become an inside joke between all the adults and yeah, it’s a little mortifying to have both of your ex-boyfriends talk about still seeking dick, huh, Wheeler ?

Which is fucking rich because that’s exactly what Jonathan and Steve are seeking literally all the time now.

Nancy’s death stare and one hand on her rifle had them shut up immediately. Robin would duck her face in a furious blush and smack either upside the head whenever she got a chance. 

Robin and Nancy have done some light petting between then and now. Like everyone else, they’re very rarely alone. The day after spending the night in the church, the night where Robin almost got the pull-out couch but decided to be a good friend instead was tense . Steve was sporting new hickies and had the smallest limp to his walk and yeah, the other couples were jealous after the initial inappropriate jokes. Eddie and Steve looked better than they had in weeks and Robin really fucking craved that post-sex glow. 

Stumbling into Florida was never the plan. If there even was a plan. Since it’s the furthest corner of the Southeast, they would have to walk through the entire state again to head back into the other states. They don’t even realize they’re in Florida until there are several abandoned cars on a highway, all with Florida license plates. There weren’t any signs amongst the forestry terrain they’d been walking through all morning. A sense of disappointment circles through the group and they all look to each other for someone to have a new plan. 

“Anybody know anything about Florida?” Eddie asks tiredly. 

“Maybe one of the cars has a map,” Will pipes up.

“But we don’t even know what city we’re in,” Erica says. 

“We can keep walking and find out,” Jonathan suggests. 

The heat for the last hour was bordering on completely unbearable. Muggy, humid, bugs eating at their skin. The group is tired and the sun is at the top of the sky so it must be around noon. There is so much of the day left and no one wants to do anything. The kids find shade by the edge of the road while the adults deliberate whether or not it’s worth it to keep going. No one says out loud what they want to say which is “What if one of our people is here?” 

Nancy’s wiping sweat out of her eyes and trying unsuccessfully to tie her curls back to get them off her neck. Robin steps in and does it for her so Nancy turns to her and does the same. They share an exhausted smile of quiet intimacy before Steve is snapping at them to pay attention.

“God, what?” Robin quips.

“We need your opinion,” Steve responds snarkily. 

“Should we keep going or turn around?” Jonathan asks, mainly looking at Nancy.

“Group vote?” Robin asks.

“I’m going with whatever Nancy chooses,” Eddie says.

“Me too,” The rest respond.

Nancy looks a little baffled. “Why?”

“Because you’re the smartest one here, save for Robin and she will choose your side anyway, so,” Eddie explains like it’s common knowledge. 

“I…” Nancy looks around. “I mean there’s no harm in continuing to walk, I guess. It’ll add quite a bit of time but there are big cities here for raids and maybe we could hit up a beach too?” 

Argyle gasps. “We could go to Disney World!”

“No,” Nancy, Steve, and Robin respond while Jonathan and Eddie get excited.

“Do not say that around the kids or we won’t hear the end of it,” Steve warns. 

“Do you really want to be chased by a Lurker in a Mickey costume? Think of the trauma that would invoke,” Robin comments with her hand to her heart.

“Add it to my tab,” Eddie deadpans. 

“I’m gonna go look for a map,” Nancy sighs. “And maybe a sun hat or something.”

“I’ll come with you,” Robin says.

“I need to sit down,” Argyle mumbles. The other boys nod and they go join the circle on the edge of the road. Robin and Nancy start looking in separate cars, making their way down the line. After four cars, Nancy says, “Do you guys really all follow what I say?”

Robin leans against the hood. “Pretty much, yeah.”

“Once again, I beg the question, why?” 

“Well, I always like your ideas and it’s not just because you’re my girlfriend and Steve and Jonathan know what it’s like to not listen to you, and Eddie and Argyle are easily influenced because they’re new to this ‘the world is ending’ spectacle.”

Nancy won’t lie, it’s a big boost to her ego. She always likes being in charge. Mike would call her “Nagging Nancy” growing up and he was right but for good reason. She smiles softly and continues carefully opening glove boxes, center consoles, and sun visors. 

Her smile fades as she sees more and more personal knick-knacks in these random, abandoned cars. Cars people used to go to their jobs, to see their friends for drinks, to take their kid to soccer practice. Cars whose monthly payments stressed people out but they managed because you have to have a car. How weird it seems now that Nancy hasn’t driven a car in who knows how long. Her toned calves and worn sneakers tell many stories about the infinite miles they’ve walked over the last few months. 

She stares at a picture of a kid sitting in Santa’s lap for so long that she starts zoning out. The heat is pressing down on her body like a heavy weight. Her vision gets dark around the edges, her head is foggy, and distantly, she can hear yelling. She hisses as she feels something scratch at her ankles and suddenly she’s yanked backward and her own gun is being swung around to her chest. It cocks, there’s more yelling but it’s in her ear now, and she feels the rifle hit her chest with the kickback of shots being fired. She blinks harshly to try and get her vision to focus and as she tilts her head back to look at who is holding her, who just fired her gun, who was yelling so much…it’s Robin. 

Robin’s talking to her but she doesn’t hear anything. She closes her eyes as the fogginess grows in her head. She passes out in Robin’s arms. 

When Nancy wakes up, she’s embarrassed. Heat exhaustion, really? She passes out over heat exhaustion. She blinks her eyes open to see Steve wrapping gauze around her leg and someone running their fingers gently through her curls. She knows instantly that it’s Robin by the way she twirls the curl around her finger when she reaches the end.

“Hey, hey, she’s awake,” Robin whispers.

“Hi Nance,” Steve greets with a pity smile. She hates that pity smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Nancy grumbles, her throat dry. She coughs and Robin is holding a canteen to her lips. She gulps down some water and repeats, stronger this time, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Steve laughs. 

“How ya feeling, bunny?” Robin asks, moving her bangs to press a cold rag to her forehead.

“Fine,” Nancy replies as she tries to sit up straight. She winces at the burning feeling on her leg and finally registers the fact that Steve was patching her up. Robin helps her sit up against her chest and rubs up and down her sweaty arms. 

“What happened?” Nancy asks.

Steve and Robin share a glance. Robin inhales a shaky breath and says, “You got scratched.”

Nancy leans forward to touch her wound but Robin stops her. “Maybe leave that alone for a minute,” She advises.

“Is it bad?” 

“Not that deep. No stitches or anything. Might sting like a bitch for a while,” Steve replies.

Nancy nods. Erica had been the first one of them to get scratched a few months into the apocalypse. It was the first time anyone outside of Lucas had seen her cry. No one slept that night. They all sat in a circle and watched Erica’s chest rise and fall rhythmically in her sleep as she laid her head in Lucas’s lap. Lucas shook so badly, getting flashbacks to holding Max in that attic. 

Once they figured out that nothing happened from a scratch, only bites, Erica snapped back into herself again and told everyone to stop looking at her already. Everyone laughed in relief except for Nancy who had been the one to hear her scream first and carry her to safety. She wanted to hug Erica but the scratch was from her hip to her stomach and Erica doesn’t do hugs. 

Still, Erica clung to her side as they walked to the next city. They heard a stray Lurker moan, the group jumped into action, and Erica grabbed Nancy’s hand and hid behind her. Nancy squeezed her hand and told her that she wouldn’t let them get to her. 

Nancy had just let one get to her. 

She’s embarrassed. She’s angry with herself. She hates that Robin saw it all happen.

They’re hanging out in a coffee shop, of all places. Robin has them perched in a booth table with Nancy laying between her legs. Her leg is resting on another chair they pulled up. Some of the gang is napping, others are fanning themselves with menus and tying up their clothes. Nancy lays her head on Robin’s shoulder and sighs dejectedly.

“You okay?” Robin asks. She hasn’t stopped carding through Nancy’s hair.

“Thank you,” Nancy whispers.

“You’re thanking me?”

“Yes.”

“Bunny,” Robin coos, kissing her temple.

“I’m serious. I’m sorry I just fucking lost it out there.” 

“You’re alright though,” Robin assures. “That Lurker came out of nowhere. It’s a good thing we found it when we did. Imagine if it was walking.”

“I guess,” Nancy mumbles. She catches a glimpse of Robin’s hands. Dirtier than usual, they’re all always dirty. Nancy grabs it and inspects it. She holds it to her nose. Gun powder.

It all comes back to her. Robin didn’t find her. Robin saved her. Robin yanked her away and used the gun off her back to kill it. She drops Robin’s hand and stares at her. Imagines her body pressed to her own, imagines her strong hands wrapped around her rifle, imagines Robin picking her up. 

Nancy grabs Robin’s face and kisses her aggressively. Robin’s mouth does a little “mmph!” sound and that makes Nancy want her even more. The kisses are fiery and a little sloppy, not Nancy’s usual style, but she needed to feel Robin’s mouth this instant. Robin’s hands slip into her hair and her mouth is opening more and more with each kiss. Nancy’s hot girlfriend did all of that for her and she wants to repay her. She wants to give Robin the world. She wants to give Robin everything she has. 

Before she’s able to slip her tongue inside, Eddie is smacking a spatula against the table and yelling at them to ‘cut it out’ and ‘think of the children’. Argyle is wolf-whistling them and the kids are rolling their eyes. The ones taking naps are flipping Eddie off. Robin pulls away and tucks Nancy’s head into her neck as they both blush. 

“Wow,” Robin whispers when the attention is off of them. 

“I need you,” Nancy whispers. 

“I’m here,” Robin assures genuinely. 

“No, like I need you,” Nancy breathes. 

“O-oh,” Robin mutters. “Um, you’re gonna have to wait.”

Nancy laughs, free and silly. “Shame.”

“I need you too,” Robin whispers. “Like yesterday.”

“Depending on where we sleep tonight, we should convince the boys to let us have this,” Nancy whispers. 

“Yeah? You think they’ll go for it?” 

“Look at this,” Nancy gestures to her leg. “Who can deny a victim like me?”

Robin giggles and nuzzles Nancy’s cheek. “Emotional manipulation. I like it.”

Luckily, walking on the ankle doesn’t hurt. Steve’s right, it does burn, but he tied the bandage well enough that Nancy moving around doesn’t affect it much at all. Robin still encourages her to walk slower and will tug her back by their conjoined hands if she goes back to “Nancy Wheeler pace”. 

They end up finding a small bed and breakfast type place and after inspection, they decide to camp here for the night. Mike and Dustin managed to hunt some squirrels for dinner and Argyle uses logs from the fireplace inside to build a fire outside. 

There’s a shower, thankfully, and everyone gets their turn for a five minute shower. The towels look like many animals have taken a liking to them so everyone pretty much dries off with their clothes. 

Nancy finally takes a look at her scratch. It’s a little gnarly but Steve did a good job cleaning it up. The cut itself is maybe two inches long. Nothing to scoff at but nothing to cry over. 

She also finds bruises on her sternum and below her breasts from where her rifle kicked back as Robin was shooting it. God. Nancy’s not one for pain in bed but something about bruises. Her fingertips trace over the top of them and she presses in only enough to make her hiss and make her body light up with sensation. 

An unbeatable craving for more touches. She needs the boys to fucking watch the kids tonight or she might actually implode. 

As Nancy is scrunching her wet hair with Robin’s shirt and making her way back outside for dinner, she sees Robin talking to the other adults in hushed voices. The bed and breakfast has quite a few bedrooms but only one of the mattresses has had a plastic cover over it this entire time and that’s the one Robin would like to claim for the night. 

Nancy keeps her distance, checking on the fire with El and Max, as the adults deliberate. Eddie makes eye contact with her, holds up a thumbs up, winks dramatically, then wags his eyebrows. Nancy flips him off and Eddie acts like he’s been shot. The rest of the adults turn their heads to look at Nancy, smile and wave innocently. Nancy mouths, “Fuck off” but blows a kiss to Robin. 

“You guys are so weird,” Max mutters. 

“I think they’re sweet,” El comments. 

“Not Robin and Nancy, the adults in general ,” Max corrects. 

“You kids are weird too,” Nancy retorts. 

Erica plops right next to Nancy and says, “Don’t lump us in with those nerds. Whatever happened to your little girl power movement?”

“We’re all a little weird,” El says nonchalantly. “I mean we’re cooking squirrels over a fire in front of an abandoned,” El looks at the sign again and says slowly, “Bed. And. Breakfast. In middle of nowhere Florida. Not very normal.”

This makes everyone laugh and El looks a little surprised. She’s extremely funny without meaning to be and that’s what makes it even better. She breaks into a smile too. Max kisses her cheek and ruffles the curls that are finally growing back in. They only hit her ears but everyone can tell how happy it makes her to have hair again. 

They finish dinner and everyone goes poking around the bed and breakfast. It looks like it was probably really cute in its prime. Dark wood, motivational cross-stitch pictures on the wall, fluffy and tacky pillows on the couches and armchairs, and a cute pink kitchen. The bedroom that the girls did indeed win for the night is in the basement, presumably the owner’s. They can’t hear the others from down here which means they probably won’t be able to hear them. Good. 

There’s a half-bath connected to the bedroom. Robin walks slowly into the room and holds out the bottle of unscented soap. Nancy looks at her and feels this fluttering in her chest. 

“We…don’t have to,” Robin says, eyes darting all over the room. 

Nancy pouts her lips and raises her voice an octave when she says, “But we carried it all this way.”

Robin shrugs like she’s indifferent but her nervousness still shows. “I mean, we can see if the sink works. There’s no way we’re gonna wash it upstairs.”

Nancy huffs a nervous laugh. “No goddamn way.”

Robin kneels and digs through her bag, where the custody of the dildo has been resting for the last few days. She pulls out a pocket knife and cuts through the plastic encasing it. Nancy is about to say something like “Be careful” when Robin glances up at her and smirks. Nancy closes her mouth and watches her girlfriend cut around the toy. The only noise in the room is the knife against sharp plastic and their heavy breathing. 

She frees it from its confines and rolls it around in her palms, inspecting it. The straps dangle from it, their metal buttons hitting each other. Clink, clink, clink. Nancy walks on unstable legs to the bathroom and turns the faucet. Robin follows and wraps the leather straps around her hand to keep them out of the water. 

They wait until it’s a little bit warm, hoping this old house runs on gas for heat and not electricity. Once the water’s at a good temperature, Robin puts the dildo underneath the spray, and Nancy squirts the soap into her hands. Lathers it, then lathers their little friend. It’s unbelievably sexual, obviously, and the girls can’t help but giggle at the ridiculousness of it. 

It reminds Nancy of the first time she made out with Robin. Months of pining and gentle touches during their hangouts, their sleepovers, their time together. It reared its head when Robin said she has never kissed anyone before. Nancy’s eyes got wide because how could anyone not want to kiss Robin? 

But over their months of a new friendship, Robin has explained to her what it’s like to be one of the only queer women in Hawkins (that they know of) and how she didn’t get to experience things like a first date or holding hands in the hallway. Nancy figured, ignorantly now she decides, that she had at least kissed someone before. Even just a peck in middle school. 

Robin was embarrassed, babbling on about how mortifying it is that she was eighteen years old and no one has ever wanted to kiss her until Nancy reached for her hand and squeezed it. She swallowed her nerves and said, “I want to kiss you, Robbie.”

They were sitting on Nancy’s bed at the time and it was late at night. Robin was staying over after their weekly movie night in the Wheeler’s basement. It’d become kind of routine at that point and Nancy was really, really hoping she wasn’t reading Steve’s looks toward Robin wrong. The looks he gave her when she declined a ride home. That gentle, secret teasing friends do when someone has a crush. Nancy really needed that crush to be her. 

It was. Nancy moved in slowly, giving Robin plenty of time to say no, but it was Robin who pushed her face forward and kissed her. Uncoordinated at first, sure, but took direction quite well. Nancy loved kissing girls, she realized at that moment. Smooth skin where she once only felt stubble. Softer lips, ones that taste like chapstick or lip gloss. Higher-pitched sighs and noises that ramped her heartbeat up by a million. Teeth and tongue being introduced had Robin melting into Nancy’s body. 

Nancy moved them to lay back on her bed with herself on top. After hearing Nancy’s sounds in response to the kissing, Robin’s confidence level shot up some more. Though there was something poking her in the back and she had to stop at one point to find out what it was. 

A stuffed bunny. 

The women burst into a fit of giggles and it helped settle any remaining nerves between them. Nancy tried to throw the bunny across the room but Robin held on tight and used it to pepper kisses all over Nancy’s face. Robin set it next to them, tucked it into bed and everything , before caressing Nancy's jaw and whispering, "C'mere bunny ". 

The nickname simply stuck. 

Robin rinses off the suds and Nancy says they should do a few rounds of this, just to be safe. The giggles die down as they get lost observing the toy. Nancy’s strong but small fingers running up and down. 

They run it under the water one more time and the room goes completely silent when Nancy shuts the water off. Her eyes timidly look up at Robin who is smiling all pretty at her. Nancy reaches out and places the dildo on the sink. 

She runs her fingertips underneath Robin’s sleep shirt and lifts it up slowly over her head. Robin’s boobs rest on her body so enticingly, so inviting. Nancy’s hands slide up her ribcage as Robin shivers. She thumbs over the nipples appreciatively and leans forward to kiss the skin around them. When Nancy slips one into her mouth, Robin lets out a little squeak and holds the back of Nancy’s head. Nancy’s other hand has Robin’s side tight, pressing her close so her mouth can do as she pleases. 

“Um,” Robin pants. 

Nancy releases her nipple with a pop. “Yeah, baby?”

“Can we move to the bed?” Robin asks. “If you keep going like that, my knees are gonna give out.”

Nancy huffs through her nose and a smug smile tugs at her lips. “Yeah, go lay down for me. Lose the panties while you’re at it.”

Nancy lets go of her body and Robin walks away, her breath heavier at Nancy’s little command. Nancy loses her shirt and underwear. Robin’s removing the plastic on the bed, completely nude, and Nancy leans against the doorframe to enjoy the show. Robin doesn’t notice her until she’s untucking the comforter to fluff it out. Robin narrows her eyes even if she’s checking Nancy out. 

“You could come help,” Robin says. 

“I could,” Nancy replies. “But then I wouldn’t get to watch you.”

Robin’s face flushes as she turns around and continues to prepare the bed for them. Nancy is just as good at getting out of things as she is persuading her way into them. Nancy takes a glance back at the strap-on and wonders if she should put it on now. She’s gonna have to do quite a bit to get Robin ready to take it and it might just get in the way. 

She messes around with it and figures out that the dildo can pop out, leaving just the straps. Nancy unbuttons them and steps inside, maneuvering around to figure out how to clip them on and adjust the buckle. The pressure on her upper thighs feels good and the ring where the dildo will sit just barely lines up with her clit. She gasps shakily when she moves it and it rubs up against it. 

Robin makes a desperate noise from the bed and Nancy whips her head around to see her girlfriend sprawled out against newly fluffed pillows, clenching her thighs together, wringing her lips between her teeth. Nancy tilts her head with a sympathetic pout. 

“I didn’t forget about you, baby,” Nancy says. She picks up the dildo and walks slowly back over to the bed. She sets the purple toy down off to the side and slowly crawls up the bed, putting one hand on either knee and spreading Robin open. 

Nancy breathes shakily at the sight of Robin’s pussy in the subtle moonlight from the windows. She doesn’t see it much anymore as their affairs are typically shoving quick hands into pants and fingering to a fast release. It’s as pretty as she remembers. Nancy’s hands trail from Robin’s knees to her inner thighs, feeling the soft, supple skin under her fingertips. Robin’s hips twitch when her fingers are rubbing circles right beside her folds. 

“Okay, baby, I’m gonna have to get you nice and open for me. Might take a few rounds. Sound good?” Nancy winks. 

“Mhm,” Robin responds. 

“Mhm,” Nancy mocks as she lays her body out over Robin, hovering near her face. Her curls frame around Robin’s jaw and she’s about to tie her hair back but then Robin wraps her hair in one hand. A homemade ponytail. Nancy smiles and leans down to kiss her. 

Robin pushes her body up to brush against Nancy’s and they both sigh into the kiss. Nancy presses against her mouth harder, making the kisses linger, sucking Robin’s bottom lip between her own. Robin clutches her curls harder and drags her tongue across Nancy’s mouth. 

This is what she loves about Robin. The nerves turn into passion. She takes what Nancy gives and then more. Her tongue is delicate as it licks against her own. Their lips are a bit chapped from the heat and the general dehydration but it doesn’t make Robin’s mouth any less sweet. 

Nancy pauses their kisses to slip two fingers into her own mouth. Robin watches her with hooded eyes. Her pretty pink lips part to handle the influx of sharp breaths she’s exhaling. Nancy returns her hand to Robin’s legs and she raises her eyebrow to Robin, a silent “May I?”

Robin nods like a bobblehead and it’s so endlessly adorable that Nancy wants to bite her. 

She returns to kissing her while she slides the two fingers up Robin’s folds. She’s so wet already that it makes Nancy groan into her mouth. The fingers repeatedly swipe from bottom to top, giving her clit only the hint of a touch. Nancy hears the whimpers Robin’s producing and decides to show a little mercy. She parts her fingers on either side of Robin’s clit and rubs gently. Robin’s head tilts back with a broken moan so Nancy starts kissing down her jaw to her ear. The rubs turn to circles and Robin’s hips jerk upward, making Nancy laugh quietly against her earlobe. 

“That feel good, baby?” Nancy whispers, dragging her tongue over the fragile skin. 

Robin swallows before nodding her head again. Nancy chases the movement of her throat with her tongue and Robin shudders. Nancy’s lips continue to travel south at a torturous pace until she reaches Robin’s breasts. Small, like her own, but “the perfect handful” (a longstanding joke between the two of them). Nancy’s other hand reaches up to put the joke to test, completely encasing and squeezing Robin’s breast, flicking her thumb over the pert nipples. Nancy’s eyes flicker up to Robin’s which are closed in pure contentment right now. Nancy’s fingers on her cunt drop lower, circling around her entrance. 

“I’m gonna put a finger in, okay?” Nancy whispers. 

“Okay,” Robin breathes. 

Nancy slips her index finger inside and it goes in without any resistance, stopping Nancy’s breath for just a second. She pumps, she curls, she explores. Robin sucks it all up and starts to whine after a couple of seconds. 

“More,” Robin begs. 

Nancy pulls out to slide another finger inside and buries them all the way in. Just the slightest bend to her fingertips has Robin clutching her hair tighter. Unintentionally or maybe intentionally , Robin guides her mouth to her nipple. Nancy groans and wraps her lips around the pink bud. She settles her knees better on the mattress to gain more control of her body and continues to pump her fingers while sucking on Robin.

With one pretty weak moan from Robin, Nancy pops off to breathe cool air on the skin. Robin’s entire being erupts in goosebumps and she starts fucking herself on Nancy’s fingers. 

“That’s it, baby, take what you want,” Nancy encourages. 

“Fuck,” Robin moans. “C-can you use three?” 

Nancy moves on to the other breast, giving that nipple the same passionate treatment as the other. Three fingers slip into Robin and Nancy lets out a surprised moan when she feels Robin’s pussy clench around her. Her speed increases, stretching Robin as much as she can, reaching that spongey special spot inside her. Robin’s moans are turning more rough and pitiful which signals to Nancy that she’s close. Nancy drags the lightest of teeth over her nipple and Robin lets out a cry. She comes all over Nancy’s fingers and Nancy continues to worship her through it with her mouth and hands. 

“Jesus Christ,” Robin whispers, fluttering her eyes open. 

Nancy presses a soft kiss to her sternum. “Good?”

Robin gives her a teasing look and in a monotone voice says, “Total snooze fest. Dreaded every minute of it.”

Nancy slips her fingers out fast. Robin whimpers at the loss. Nancy pretends to yawn and says, “Gosh, me too. Time for bed, huh?”

Robin uses the grip on Nancy’s hair to pull her up, attacking her mouth with her own. Slipping her tongue inside filthy and messy. They both moan into each other, their bodies molding together. Robin gasps when she feels the ring on Nancy’s body brush up against her pussy. Nancy releases Robin’s mouth with a long suck on her tongue. Absorbing every inch of lust in Robin’s desperate gaze. 

“Maybe just…one little taste before we part?” Nancy whispers. 

Robin laughs lightly and Nancy smiles right back at her. 

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Robin says. “You did pass out today.”

Nancy playfully nips at her chin, Robin squeaks, and then Nancy continues to move her body down back between Robin’s legs. Robin lets go of her hair but keeps her hand nearby, ready to readjust her grip. It makes Nancy’s stomach flip. She loves Robin’s fingers through her hair. She lays on her stomach, puts Robin’s legs over her shoulders, wraps her arms around Robin’s thighs, and smoothly spreads Robin’s folds farther apart. Nancy’s mouth nips and sucks at Robin’s inner thighs and relishes in the feeling of cushiony skin between her teeth. 

“B-bunny,” Robin stutters. 

“Mmm?”

“ Please .”

Nancy presses a tender kiss on the hickey she just made. Her eyes go back to Robin’s and they’re pleading and wide. “Please what, Robbie?”

Robin lets out a frustrated huff and Nancy couldn’t stop smiling if she tried. 

“Want your mouth, please,” Robin mutters as she squirms under Nancy’s piercing gaze. 

“I can do that for you, baby,” Nancy says cooly. Nancy kisses right in the center and Robin gasps. Very slow licks from her entrance to her clit over and over again. Nancy sighs at the heavenly taste she’s been so deprived of. Nancy grips her thighs with more force now and moans as she feels Robin’s body twitch. She teases her tongue at the entrance, poking in just enough to get Robin to crack, before going back to her long licks.

Her tongue kitten licks Robin’s sensitive button and that’s when Robin grips her curls again and pulls her in. Encases her head in powerful thighs and buries Nancy’s face in her slick. 

Nancy groans, dark and deep, as she increases her mouthing. Nancy sucks Robin’s clit into her mouth, lapping it up and down with a wide tongue. Robin pants, her hips lifting to chase the feeling. Nancy encourages her by releasing her tight grip on her skin and just laying her hands on her hips.

As she grinds on Nancy’s face, Nancy moves her head from side to side, making sure no inch of this perfect pussy gets wasted. She can feel Robin drip down her chin and distantly wonders if she could make her…no, certainly not. 

The noises that Nancy’s mouth is making are lewd, loud, and wet. It’s all very dirty and addictive. As Nancy gingerly laps into Robin’s entrance, her nose bumps up against Robin’s clit. Robin’s jaw drops and her hips are stuttering. Nancy keeps up her cheerleading by openly keening into Robin, the vibrations shooting electricity up her spine. 

“Gonna,” Robin chokes. 

Nancy says “Let go” all jumbled with her mouth still wide open. 

Robin’s moans and pants are muffled to Nancy’s ears as her thighs are currently making great earmuffs. It takes one more long stripe for Robin to come. Nancy savors all of it and gently pets Robin’s hips to calm her down. 

“Sensitive,” Robin whispers as she leads Nancy’s head away from her thighs. 

Nancy grins at her with shiny lips. “You did so good for me, baby.”

Robin whines petulantly and covers Nancy’s face with her hand. Nancy cackles and presses a wet kiss to her palm. “You’re gonna fucking kill me,” Robin says.

Nancy gets up to kneel on the bed. They pause to catch their breaths as Robin’s eyes keep drifting over to the toy just laying innocently next to them. Nancy follows her gaze and shakes her head. 

“What?” Robin whispers. 

“You’re not ready for it,” Nancy responds. 

Robin’s face scrunches up. “I just came twice , Nance.”

“I know. But we don’t have any lube so I’ll need you really, really warmed up to take it.”

Robin is embarrassed by how the erotic words warm her heart. Always so caring, that Nancy Wheeler. 

“Just give me one more and I’ll put it on, okay?”

Robin bites her bottom lip. “So really, I’m gonna have to give you one and then give you another one once that thing’s inside me.”

Nancy shrugs, her lips twitching into a suggestive smile. “I mean if you want . I will happily work hard to make that happen.”

Robin sits up despite her body still being shaky. “But what about you?”

“I’ll get off,” Nancy assures. “I’ll make it work.”

“What? So I don’t get any of,” Robin pauses to slip her hand up against Nancy’s pussy and both of their eyes gawk at how wet she is, “this? Is that fair?”

Nancy whimpers as two of Robin’s fingers swirl around her clit. She’s about to open her legs wider but she has to focus on the task at hand. She removes Robin’s hand and Robin pouts. Nancy pouts back and lifts Robin’s hand to her mouth but Robin yanks it back. 

“You’re not taking that away from me too,” Robin says as she sucks her own fingers with a prolonged moan. Nancy’s mind goes numb at the sight. She blinks hard and moves her body to lie back down between Robin’s legs. Robin does invite her in, because of course she does, but she remains propped up on the pillows to watch the show. 

“Just one more, baby, you can do it,” Nancy whispers as she delicately pushes two fingers into Robin’s hole. Robin whines again and her body is squirming with overstimulation. Nancy is slightly concerned so she slows down but Robin grabs her wrist and makes her go back in full throttle. 

“Don’t stop, please,” Robin begs. “I can take it, I can, I can.”

“Shh, alright,” Nancy coos. “I’ll keep going.”

Two turns to three easily because Robin is stretched out at this point. Nancy uses her other hand to guide Robin’s back to her hair. Robin ponytails it again and lets out a gutted noise as Nancy’s lips go back to her swollen clit. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Robin cries. “Feels so good.”

Nancy delights in the praise and kicks everything up a notch. Pumping and curling her fingers on every thrust. Sucking ruthlessly on her clit. She can feel Robin’s walls flutter and clutch onto her. 

“Bunny,” Robin whines.

Nancy flashes her eyes up to say she’s listening.

“I think I’m gonna‒” Robin’s mouth closes and she whines behind her lips. 

Nancy lets up for just a second to say, “Come on my fingers, baby, c’mon.”

“No, I think‒” Robin whispers as her body tenses and shakes. 

Nancy’s eyes light up in recognition. “Are you gonna squirt for me?”

Robin groans, “Yes, fuck , yes.”

Nancy returns to bury her face and her fingers set a relentless pace.

“Gush for me,” Nancy moans. She wiggles her tongue over her clit. “Be a good girl and soak the bed.”

And god, does she. Completely loses control all over Nancy’s chin, her fingers, and finally, the mattress. Nancy moves her head to stare in absolute awe. Nancy’s thighs squeeze together achingly. She’s never been able to make Robin do that. Never really sought it out as a goal before. She doesn’t know if she could go back to getting Robin off normally after this image of her sweaty, heavenly, gorgeous girlfriend completely fucked out burns into her brain. 

Robin’s hands cover her face as she whimpers pathetically once Nancy’s fingers leave her. Her whole body feels empty and overwhelmed. Nancy wipes her face and moves to lie beside her, carding her clean fingers through her hair, and whispering comforting sounds. 

“You okay?” Nancy asks.

Robin mumbles into her hands.

“Robbie, I need to know you’re okay.”

Robin shakily drops her hands and her mouth is practically beaming at Nancy. “How did you…” She laughs hysterically. “Fucking Christ.”

Nancy lets out a sigh of relief. “Yeah?”

“I’ve never done that before,” Robin marvels. “I…oh my god. Come here right now.”

Robin tugs Nancy’s lips to her own, groaning loudly at the taste of herself. She kisses all over Nancy’s face in unbelievable gratitude. Nancy feels as though she just got off a roller coaster that hits the moon so she can’t imagine how Robin feels.

“You gotta fuck me,” Robin breathes into her mouth. “You have to.”

Nancy pulls back enough to stare at Robin. “A-are you sure? Is that too much?”

“Don’t care,” Robin kisses her again. “Don’t fucking care.”

“Robbie,” Nancy scolds gently. “You’re shaking.”

“Don’t ‘Robbie’ me, please? We carried it all this way, remember?” Robin’s grin is mischievous and it makes Nancy’s cheeks heat up. 

“O-okay,” Nancy breathes. She kisses Robin a few more times to get her confidence up. Robin reaches down the mattress to grab the toy and hand it over. Nancy kneels, puts the toy in the ring, and truly looks at herself for the first time. It’s an obscene sight but not one she dislikes. Makes her feel pretty powerful if she’s being honest. It seems to be affecting her girlfriend too. 

“Wow,” Robin sighs. “You are just…stunning.”

“You flatter me,” Nancy deadpans.

“No, no,” Robin whispers, moving to place her head near Nancy’s stomach. She kisses the soft skin from hip to hip. “Don’t argue with me,” Robin places a kiss right above the ring. Her fingertips brush over and run under the leather straps, admiring them. “You are the most ethereal, beautiful, darling goddess this world has ever seen.” 

Nancy blinks unexpected tears from her eyes and tries to steady her breathing. Robin’s kissing in the gaps between the straps and sighing hopelessly. Just worshipping her thighs and abdomen. Robin kisses teasingly up the length of the toy and Nancy’s about to laugh until Robin sucks the head into her mouth. Nancy’s jaw gapes at her extremely homosexual, Kinsey fucking six, girlfriend licking this very phallic toy. Devouring it, drooling over it. Blowing it. 

“Baby,” Nancy squeaks. 

Robin pulls off the toy and tilts her chin up. “Yeah? Have I convinced you?”

Nancy nods mindlessly as Robin did earlier. 

Robin lies back down on her back, further away from the wet spot on the bed, and gestures downward. “All yours.”

Nancy’s pretty sure her brain is oozing out of her ears as she blindly positions herself to hover over Robin.

Robin’s babbling about “Always wondering what the hype was around that. I guess it just has to be attached to a pretty girl.” Nancy moves Robin’s body to put a pillow under her hips and Robin’s saying, “Oh, does this help? You learn something new every day.” and “Are you excited to be on the giving end of this?” and “Is this the biggest one you’ve ever seen? Actually, don’t answer that.”  and Nancy can’t listen to her anymore because she’s gonna actually lose it. 

Timidly, Nancy spreads Robin’s legs back open and lines the toy up with her entrance. Robin’s face is impossibly smug at how flustered her girlfriend is but that all fades away when she feels the tip breach inside. Nancy says quietly, “Okay, I’m gonna push in now. You let me know if you need me to stop or pull out.”

“Uh-huh,” Robin says lamely. 

Nancy takes a deep breath and pushes her hips forward, letting each centimeter of the toy enter Robin at a measured pace. Robin’s eyebrows pinch together, her face contorted in a small amount of pain, but she does her best to breathe through it because she wants this. God, she wants this. 

Nancy runs soothing hands up and down the outside of Robin’s thighs, eyes flashing all over her face to make sure she’s okay. Robin’s taking it like a champ and it fills Nancy up with a weird sense of pride. She makes it all the way inside and Robin exhales loudly through puffed cheeks. 

“All good?” Nancy asks.

“Mhm,” Robin assures. “Just give it a second.”

“Take all the time you need,” Nancy says. 

Robin smiles lightly. “You’re so cute.”

“I can’t with you right now,” Nancy laughs. 

Robin presses a hand into her chest theatrically. “I wish my girlfriend loved me.”

Nancy rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I merely put up with you. Definitely didn’t make you come three‒”

Robin covers Nancy’s mouth with her hand. “Lies, all lies.”

Nancy removes her hand and kisses every tip of her fingers then every knuckle. They absorb these silent, intimate moments. They can’t hear the rest of the party upstairs. They have an actual bed that’s not gross and surprisingly comfortable. The last few months of their lives have been utter chaos nearly every day and it’s hard to want to keep going. But then Nancy sees this beautiful woman beneath her with all her freckles, nose scrunches, and toothy smiles and she decides it’s going to be okay. 

“Okay,” Robin says, caressing Nancy’s cheek. “I think you can move now.”

“I’ll go slow,” Nancy promises.

And wow, yeah, this is different. Robin’s only experienced her own fingers and Nancy’s fingers inside her and now this very solid piece of silicone is gently thrusting in and out of her. She feels so fucking full . 

It takes several minutes for Nancy to get a rhythm going as she’s really never moved her hips like this before but once she does establish one, Robin feels all the air in the room getting sucked out. Nancy watches her girlfriend come alive, arching her back with a sharp inhale, as she hits her g-spot again and again and again. 

“Fucking hell, bunny,” Robin moans. 

Nancy picks up Robin’s thighs to set on her hips like she’s watched Steve and Jonathan do before and Robin’s head hits the pillow with a whimpering mewl. Nancy feels electric being able to make Robin feel this way, being the first and only one to make Robin feel this way. She’s breaking a sweat moving like this, her thigh muscles are burning, but she loves it. God, she loves it all. 

Robin places her hands on Nancy’s shoulders and pulls her down so she’s hovering over her body. Kisses her feebly, barely using any pressure. They just breathe into each other’s mouths. Robin drags her nails up Nancy’s shoulder blades, clawing them on particularly hard thrusts. 

“Oh god,” Robin whines. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

“Close?” Nancy breathes. Her sweaty hands are struggling to keep a hold of Robin’s thighs. 

“Y-yeah,” Robin whispers. 

“Feels good, huh? Feel full of me, baby?” Nancy whispers huskily.

“ Shit ,” Robin cries. “Drop those.” Robin moves Nancy’s hands and her legs plop to the bed. She plants her heels on the mattress again and she reaches a hand between them. Nancy tries to see what she’s doing but then she feels it. Robin lined the cold, metal ring right up against Nancy’s clit.

Now, with every thrust, she’s being stimulated too. Nancy gasps loud and breathless. After watching her girlfriend get off three times already, Nancy is ready to come exceptionally fast.

The women are groaning and panting into each other as Nancy speeds up. 

“Come with me,” Robin pleads. “Please.”

Nancy nods and bites her bottom lip. She cries out, she thrusts, she comes apart. Robin follows right behind her and tears spring in her eyes from the overstimulation. Nancy is barely holding herself up on shaky arms so she carefully pulls out and lies next to Robin. 

Robin’s eyes are closed but she blindly tries to undo the leather straps on Nancy’s thighs with no luck. She pouts at Nancy and makes grabby motions. Nancy giggles, unbuttons herself, and sets the toy off to the side. She collapses on the bed and Robin tugs her in immediately. Tangles their legs and rubs their noses together. 

“You’re crying. Did I hurt you?” Nancy asks with a frown, drying her cheeks. 

“No, fuck, it was so good,” Robin sighs. “Just got me overwhelmed there. Jesus.”

Nancy’s lips perk up into a full beam, her cheeks red hot. “You were…no, you are so hot. Unbelievably hot. My god.”

Robin shrinks at the compliment but Nancy holds her chin strong and gives her a sweet kiss. They move to get underneath the comforter and the toy hits the ground with an echoing thud. The girlfriends laugh so hard they spit a little on each other and then laugh even harder at how gross it was. They’re pinching and poking each other. Begging the other to stop laughing so she could stop laughing. Their mouths are dry and their breaths are more like wheezes but it’s perfect.

Their senses are buzzing with joy and pleasure and contentment as the laughter fades away. Robin’s the first one to break the silence. 

“I feel like we’re uneven now,” Robin pouts. “I owe you like three orgasms.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Nancy whispers. “Seriously, watching you like that was so…addicting, really.”

Robin gasps. “ Addicting , she says.”

“She does,” Nancy expresses. “I’ve never seen you so caught in the tidal wave before.”

Robin kisses the corner of Nancy’s mouth. “It was like how I normally feel around you times one million.”

Nancy takes a big breath and says, “Robbie?”

“Hmm?”

She chews on her next words, wanting to phrase them in a way that doesn’t sound like she’s constantly comparing Robin to Jonathan and Steve. Robin’s special, different, she knows that. 

“Before we were together…it just…I don’t know. I felt passion and love but it was always so tense and gritty. Yes, there was all the Upside Down bullshit and that made things hard, obviously. Fuck,” Nancy stammers. She whines as she tries to gather her thoughts. 

Robin stares at her with a fond smile. She’s usually the one doing the rambling so it’s amusing to hear and watch. 

“It’s just…this isn’t the first time the world has ended while I was dating someone. I mean, really, the world has never granted me that luxury. And yeah, shit fucking sucks. But never you. Never us. You are this beacon of…comfort and affection. It’s always so light and wonderful. It makes the rest of it melt away.”

Robin’s lips part in awe as the words sink into her skin. “Bunny…”

“The last hour, all I thought about was you. I didn’t think about Lurkers or the lack of air conditioning or the fact that we had fucking squirrels for dinner. All I thought about was being here with you. It’s really,” Nancy’s voice cracks, “really nice.”

Robin holds both of Nancy’s cheeks and kisses her with all the energy she has. All the love she has. She wants it to pour into Nancy’s mouth, make it’s way down her throat into her stomach, and provide subsentence for the rest of time. She never wants Nancy to be hungry for simple love ever again. 

“I’m gonna love you,” Robin whispers, “even if the world is absolutely fine tomorrow or it’s in total ruins. I’m gonna love you and make you feel loved. I promise, I promise, I promise.”

Nancy hugs her. Hooks her chin over her shoulder blade. Soothing hands running over bare backs. They don’t smell the same as they did months ago when getting more perfume and body wash meant stopping at Melvald's General Store on the way home from school. Their bodies don’t feel the same as they did months ago because there are new muscles formed in their legs and the knobs on their spines are more visible. New callouses on their fingertips and new dots on their skin from sun exposure. Even mentally, they aren’t the same as they were months ago with new horrors around every corner. 

It doesn’t matter. They’re always going to be “I’m sorry, who are you?” and “I’m Robin. I work with Steve.” “Wait here” and “No, Nancy!” “I have guns” and “Full of surprises, isn’t she?” “Does that make us friends? As in, officially?” and “Um…yeah.”

“Us ladies are going to stick together. Unless, you think we need you to protect us?” and “Robin? Upstairs.” 

The rest of the world doesn’t matter.