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Robin laughed first, because Robin always did, even when her breath was already shaky and her skin was already too warm.
“Just so we’re clear,” she said, voice rough with sleep and nerves and the fact that Nancy’s hands were on her, “if you kill me, you have to tell Steve it was… heroic. Like I died saving a kitten from a fire. Or a mall. Or a kitten *in* a mall fire.”
Nancy didn’t smile. Not because she wasn’t amused, but because she was focused, the way she got when she wanted something badly and refused to be careless with it.
“You’re not dying,” Nancy said, calm as a verdict.
They were both twenty-two. Old enough to know what they wanted. Old enough to know the difference between heat and safety, and how to make them live in the same room.
Robin was stretched out on the bed, long legs tangled in the sheets, hair a mess against the pillow. Nancy hovered over her like she belonged there, like she’d built a whole small religion out of paying attention. The lamp on the nightstand painted them in honeyed light, softening the edges of the world until it felt like there was nothing outside this room that could ask anything of them.
Robin’s chest rose and fell, full and slow, her breasts heavy against her ribs the way Nancy loved, the way Robin sometimes still looked at with that quick, suspicious glance as if they might disappear if she trusted them too much.
Nancy’s gaze didn’t waver.
“You okay?” Nancy asked, quiet.
Robin’s eyebrows lifted, mock offended. “Nancy Wheeler. In my bed. Asking me if I’m okay. Are you about to commit a felony or write a dissertation?”
Nancy’s hands slid up Robin’s sides, thumbs grazing the undercurve of her breasts, and Robin’s voice broke mid-joke. She swallowed hard.
“I’m okay,” Robin breathed, suddenly honest. “Yeah. I’m… more than okay.”
Nancy leaned down and kissed her, slow enough that Robin had time to exhale into it, time to melt. Nancy kissed like she meant it, like she wasn’t chasing a finish line, like the point was the living in it. Robin’s hands came up, found Nancy’s shoulders, held on.
When Nancy pulled back, her eyes stayed steady.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” she murmured.
Robin’s cheeks flushed. “Don’t stop.”
Nancy’s mouth curved faintly, and then she lowered her head again, not to Robin’s mouth this time.
To her chest.
Nancy’s lips brushed the soft skin above Robin’s left breast first, a kiss so light it felt almost like a question. Robin shivered anyway. Nancy followed the line of her collarbone with her mouth, slow, deliberate, tasting warmth, tasting salt, tasting the way Robin’s body responded when she didn’t have to brace.
Robin’s breath hitched. “Nancy…”
Nancy hummed against her skin, and the sound vibrated through Robin’s chest, low and intimate.
Nancy’s hands settled more firmly now, cupping Robin’s breasts with quiet certainty. The weight filled her palms. Robin’s nipples tightened immediately, the reaction fast and helpless, and Robin let out a broken laugh that turned into a sigh.
“Oh my God,” Robin whispered, half disbelieving. “You’re… you’re doing the thing.”
Nancy lifted her eyes, just a fraction, looking up at Robin through her lashes. “What thing.”
Robin swallowed, throat bobbing. “The thing where you look at me like you’re starving but also… respectful. It’s confusing.”
Nancy’s voice stayed soft. “You like it.”
Robin’s eyes fluttered. “Yes.”
“Say yes,” Nancy murmured.
Robin’s breath shook. “Yes.”
Nancy’s mouth went back down, and this time she didn’t hover. She took.
Her lips closed around Robin’s nipple, warm and firm, and Robin gasped so sharply her whole torso lifted off the mattress for a second.
Nancy sucked, slow at first, drawing the nipple deeper, creating a steady pull that made Robin’s fingers dig into the sheets.
“Fuck,” Robin breathed, eyes squeezing shut.
Nancy’s hand held Robin’s breast steady, thumb stroking the underside as her mouth worked above. She wasn’t frantic. She wasn’t sloppy. She was precise, like she’d decided this was important and she refused to rush it.
Robin’s head tipped back, throat exposed, breath coming faster. The sounds she made were small at first, caught in her chest like she was trying not to be too loud, like she was still half trained to keep pleasure contained.
Nancy didn’t let that last.
Nancy released the nipple with a soft, wet sound and immediately flattened her tongue against it, licking up, then circling, slow, letting the sensation sharpen. Robin’s hips jerked under the sheets.
“Nancy,” Robin pleaded, voice cracking.
Nancy looked up again. “Still okay?”
Robin laughed, breathless, almost offended by the question. “Yes. Yes. God, yes.”
Nancy’s eyes darkened with something that looked a lot like satisfaction.
“Good,” Nancy murmured.
Robin shuddered.
Nancy’s mouth went back down and she sucked again, harder this time. Robin’s breath broke into a sound that wasn’t a laugh anymore, wasn’t a joke.
Nancy felt Robin’s body start to give her the truth: the way her chest rose higher, the way her hands moved from the sheets to Nancy’s hair, fingers tangling, holding on.
Nancy drew the nipple between her lips and then, gently, caught it between her teeth.
Not a harsh bite. A pressure. A tease.
Robin cried out, sharp and helpless.
Nancy’s tongue soothed immediately after, licking the spot like an apology that wasn’t really an apology. Robin’s whole body trembled.
“You’re sensitive,” Nancy said softly, mouth still against her.
Robin swallowed hard. “Shut up.”
Nancy’s mouth curved faintly against her skin. “You’re beautiful when you try to be brave.”
Robin made a broken noise. “That’s not fair.”
Nancy released the nipple and kissed the top of Robin’s breast, then moved to the other side, hands shifting to hold Robin’s right breast in her palm.
Robin watched her with wide, electric-blue eyes, breathing like she’d been running.
Nancy kissed the skin above the nipple first, slow and reverent, then let her tongue drag across the peak in a single, deliberate stroke.
Robin’s mouth fell open.
Nancy sucked again, taking the nipple into her mouth, and Robin’s head tipped back so far her neck arched.
The sounds Robin made were getting harder to hide. Little whimpers that turned into soft, broken syllables, her voice catching on Nancy’s name like it was the only word she had left.
Nancy’s hand kneaded gently, supporting, steady, while her mouth worked with slow cruelty, pulling, releasing, pulling again.
Robin’s fingers tightened in Nancy’s hair. “I’m… I’m gonna…”
Nancy pulled back just enough to breathe, lips wet, eyes focused. “Tell me what you want.”
Robin’s eyes were glassy. “I want you to… keep doing that. Please. I want… I want your mouth.”
Nancy nodded once, like she was taking instructions for something serious.
“Okay,” Nancy murmured. “You can have it.”
Robin’s breath broke. “Jesus.”
Nancy smiled, then went back down, and the combination of that tiny smile and the immediate return of her mouth was too much. Robin’s hips jerked again, thighs tightening, breath turning ragged.
Nancy changed the rhythm. She sucked harder, then eased, then sucked again, and in between she rolled the nipple between her teeth, gently, letting it drag, letting the sensation spark and spread.
Robin cried out, high and raw, and then immediately clapped a hand over her mouth like she’d surprised herself.
Nancy lifted her head, eyes sharp. “Don’t hide.”
Robin’s eyes snapped to hers, startled. “I’m not hiding.”
Nancy’s voice was quiet, absolute. “You are. Let me hear you.”
Robin swallowed, trembling. “Nancy…”
Nancy’s thumb stroked the underside of Robin’s breast, grounding. “Is it okay,” she asked, steady.
Robin’s hand fell from her mouth. Her voice came out shaky. “Yes.”
Nancy leaned in and kissed the nipple once, gentle, almost tender. Then she whispered against Robin’s skin, “Good girl.”
Robin’s whole body reacted like the words hit something deep and electric. Her eyes widened, then fluttered, and her breath came apart.
“Oh my God,” Robin whispered, wrecked. “You can’t… you can’t say that.”
Nancy’s gaze didn’t soften away from the point. “You liked it.”
Robin’s cheeks flushed hot. She looked away, then back, helpless. “Yes.”
Nancy’s mouth curved, almost cruel with affection. “Say yes.”
Robin’s voice cracked. “Yes.”
Nancy went back down with renewed focus, sucking, licking, rolling the nipple between her teeth again, and Robin’s hands fisted the sheets, then grabbed Nancy again, pulling her closer like she was trying to fuse them.
Robin’s breathing turned frantic now, chest rising and falling hard, the movement pushing her breasts deeper into Nancy’s mouth.
Nancy used it, let it happen, let the physics of Robin’s body become part of the pleasure. Every inhale made Robin press forward. Every exhale made her sag, needy.
Nancy’s tongue flicked faster, then slowed again, building it like a wave, not letting Robin go too soon.
Robin’s voice cracked on a sobby sound. “I can’t… I can’t…”
Nancy lifted her head, eyes steady. “You can.”
Robin blinked at her, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, embarrassed and overwhelmed.
Nancy’s voice softened just a fraction. “You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
Robin’s lower lip trembled. “Nancy, please.”
Nancy kissed her sternum gently, then looked up. “Tell me.”
Robin swallowed. “I’m… I’m close.”
Nancy nodded, calm. “Good.”
Robin shuddered. “Don’t… don’t stop.”
Nancy’s gaze sharpened. “I’m not stopping.”
Then Nancy went back down, mouth closing around Robin’s nipple again, sucking with steady pressure while her teeth teased just enough to keep it sharp. Her hand held Robin’s breast firmly, fingers spreading, thumb stroking in time.
Robin’s breath broke into a sound that was half whimper, half cry. The tears finally spilled, hot and helpless.
“I’m sorry,” Robin gasped, mortified.
Nancy pulled back instantly, eyes snapping to her face. “Don’t apologize.”
Robin shook her head, crying harder now because Nancy’s voice was so firm and so gentle at the same time. “I’m just… I’m just—”
Nancy climbed up, kissed her mouth, slow. “You’re feeling. That’s not something you have to pay for.”
Robin let out a broken sob into the kiss.
Nancy kissed her again, then whispered, “Can I keep going.”
Robin nodded desperately. “Yes. Yes, please.”
Nancy slid down again, mouth returning to Robin’s nipple like she’d never left it, and Robin’s body arched off the bed, a long, trembling curve.
The sounds she made were no longer polite.
They were real.
Nancy sucked, harder now, and Robin’s hands gripped Nancy’s shoulders like she might fall apart without something to hold. Nancy’s tongue circled, then flicked, then pressed flat and hot, and Robin’s breath turned into little, desperate gasps.
“Nancy,” Robin cried, voice breaking. “Nancy, Nancy—”
Nancy didn’t answer with words. She answered with her mouth, with the relentless, careful attention, like she was determined to take Robin all the way without losing her.
Robin’s thighs clamped together. Her hips lifted. She shook, trembling so hard the mattress creaked.
Then Robin came with a sob, eyes squeezed shut, face twisting as pleasure ripped through her in waves. She was crying openly now, helpless and unashamed, hands gripping Nancy like she was the only thing in the world.
Nancy stayed with her through it, sucking gently as the waves hit, then easing, licking softly as Robin’s body trembled and settled, her breath turning into broken, wet little laughs.
When Nancy finally lifted her head, her mouth was wet, her cheeks flushed, her eyes steady and warm.
Robin stared at her, wrecked, teary, breathless.
“I—” Robin started, then laughed, then sobbed again, overwhelmed. “I can’t believe you just… did that.”
Nancy crawled up the bed, cupped Robin’s face with both hands, and kissed her gently, tasting salt.
“You’re gorgeous,” Nancy murmured.
Robin’s voice cracked. “Stop.”
Nancy’s eyes didn’t flinch. “No.”
Robin swallowed hard, still shaking. “I’m a mess.”
Nancy kissed her forehead. “You’re a miracle.”
Robin let out a wet laugh. “That’s… so dramatic.”
Nancy’s mouth curved faintly. “It’s accurate.”
Robin blinked at her, breathing slower now, finally settling into the bed like she belonged there. She reached up, fingers brushing Nancy’s cheek.
“Are you okay,” Robin whispered, voice small.
Nancy kissed her palm. “I’m better than okay.”
Robin’s eyes fluttered. “Good.”
Nancy slid her hand to the back of Robin’s neck, resting it at the nape, right where Robin held everything.
Robin melted immediately, a soft sigh leaving her.
Nancy pressed a kiss to her temple and murmured, like a fact, “Too much for who.”
Robin’s eyes filled again, but this time she smiled through it, shaky and bright.
“Not for you,” Robin whispered.
Nancy kissed her mouth. “Not for me.”