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“What flavor is that?” Robin asked, her tone casual but her eyes lingering on Nancy’s lips. “Oh, it’s just Cherry Bite.” She pouted, flipping the chapstick shut with a soft click, holding it out between her thumb and finger. “You want to try?” She offered it with a teasing smile, fully aware Robin wasn’t the type for chapstick, or so Nancy thought. Robin stepped closer, eyes flicking from the lipstick to Nancy’s face. Instead of taking it, she reached out, pinched it lightly between her fingers… and flicked it away onto the bed behind them. “Oh”, Nancy said, caught off guard, her voice barely a breath. Before she could say anything else, Robin leaned in, steady, sure, and kissed her.
It wasn’t rushed. It was soft, intentional, and somehow felt like something that’d both been leaning toward for a long time without saying a word. Robin pulled back slowly, her lips brushing just barely away from Nancy’s. “Taste’s good,” she murmured, her eyes holding Nancy’s. Nancy felt her breath catch, heat crawling up her neck. “What did you say it was called again?” Robin asked, her voice low but edged with that teasing note. Nancy swallowed, blinking up at her. “It’s called cherry bite ,” she managed, her voice a little shaky.
Robin let out a soft snigger. “Oh yeah”, she said and then leaned in again, even slower this time. Her tongue traced a slow, deliberate line along Nancy’s bottom lip before she gave it the slightest, teasing bite. Nancy let out a sound that was somewhere between a hum and a moan, her hands curling slightly at her sides. Robin only smiled, eyes dark with something that felt like a dare. Nancy’s breath hitched when Robin bit down, just enough to feel it, not enough to hurt. Robin leaned back a fraction, her gaze dropping briefly to Nancy’s lips before lifting again. “Cherry bite”, she repeated under her breath, tasting the words like they were the Chapstick themselves. “Fitting.” Nancy’s heart thudded. “Why’s that?” she asked, her voice barely holding steady. Robin tilted her head, a slow crooked grin pulling at her mouth. “You’ve got a bit of a bite… when you’re not pretending to be perfect.” Nancy let out a soft scoff, trying for a glare, but her cheeks betrayed her, heating up fast.
Robin hummed like she found that adorable. Then, with a slow, almost lazy motion, she reached out and hooked her fingers into the hem of Nancy’s sweater, right where it bunched slightly at her waist. Just enough to toy with the fabric. “I could check for myself”, Robin said, voice husky, “If the bite’s as good as the cherry?” Nancy blinked, her pulse racing. “Oh,” She whispered, feeling suddenly weightless. Robin raised an eyebrow. “That's a yes, Wheeler?” Nancy gave the tiniest nod, lips parting. “It's… a maybe.” Robin chuckled low in her throat, giving the sweater's hem the softest tug forward, a move that pulled Nancy half s step closer without either of them really meaning to.
“Guess I’ll just have to convince you.” Robin's breath brushed over Nancy’s lips again, close enough that Nancy could feel the faintest ghost of a kiss… but Robin didn’t move in. Not yet. She stayed right there, waiting, daring. The space between them wasn’t even an inch anymore. Robin’s eyes flicked down to Nancy’s mouth, then back up. Her lips parted, barely, like she was about to close the distance but didn’t. Neither of them breathed for a second. The not kissing, almost there, was turning something inside Nancy tight, like a coil winding with every second Robin didn’t move. She wasn’t sure who was torturing whom anymore. Nancy snapped first.
Her hands shot up, curling over Robin’s shoulders, steady, sure, before she gave a firm push. Robin stumbled back a step, landing with a soft grunt in the chair behind her. “Whoa-” Robin started, a grin flashing across her face, but it vanished the second Nancy followed. Nancy swung a leg over, stradling Robin’s lap without a word. Her hands slid from Robin’s shoulders, down to her upper arms as she settled, close enough now that their chests nearly touched.
“Oh,” Robin breathed, eyes wide, lips curving up into something between a smirk and a dare. Nancy didn’t smirk back. She leaned in, slow at first, and this time she was the one who stopped, lips a breath away from Robin’s. Their noses nearly brushing, sharing the hot air. Robin’s hands twitched on Nancy’s thighs. And that was all Nancy needed. She closed the distance, her lips catching Robin in a kiss that started soft, but wasn’t soft for long. The taste of cherry bite, faint and sweet, pressed between them as Nancy kissed with a heat that surprised even herself. Robin kissed back hard, her hands sliding up Nancy’s thighs to her hips, gripping but not pulling, like she didn’t dare do more than hold on.
The teasing was gone. Now it was just them, lips, breath, heat, and every second of almost had built to this. The kiss deepened fast, messy, urgent, one of the teasing from before. Nancy pressed in closer, her knees tightening around Robin’s hips, hands sliding up Robin’s neck to tangle lightly into her hair. Robin let out a low sound against Nancy’s mouth, half surprise, half something else entirely. Her hands gripped tighter to Nancy’s waist. Nancy tilted her head, deepening he kiss again, letting her lips part slightly, inviting, testing, and Robin met her halfway with a soft, bitten groan that sent a shiver straight down Nancy’s spine.
“Okay…” Robin gasped when they broke for a second, both of them catching their breath. “So… this is happening.” Nancy didn’t answer. She leaned back in, a little more forceful one, catching Robin’s bottom lip between her teeth, a light tug, mirroring exactly what Robin had done to her before. Robin’s head tipped back, and Nancy took the opening. She kissed along Robin’s jawline, lips brushing hot over skin, until she felt Robin’s hands flex higher on her hips. “You’re–” Robin’s voice came out rough. “Really not what I expected.” Nancy moaned against her skin. “Neither are you.” She kissed her way back up, finding Robin’s mouth again, hungrier now, all heat and lips and a little bite of cherry mixed in. Robin finally gave in, her hands sliding under the hem of Nancy’s sweater, fingertips grazing skin, a slow, teasing touch that made Nancy arch forward with a soft gasp.
The kind of touch that said I want this , but also I want to drive you insane getting there.