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December 29, 1986
She sighs as her eyes land on Nancy laying in the center of the bed, lit up by the glow of the candles. Her stomach feels heavy, thick with uncertainty and nervousness. It’s probably more nervous than she’s felt in weeks. She’s been able to breathe easier since Nancy came home for winter break, spending every available moment together.
“I’m not sure about this,” she finally says, “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
“I’ll show you,” Nancy replies.
The brunette scoots over towards the side she’s claimed as her own and pats the middle of the bed. She swallows thickly, letting her eyes trail over the woman dressed in a pair of her boxers that she wears to bed and a t-shirt. She can’t believe she gets Nancy Wheeler in her bed, wearing her clothes. This seems so unreal.
“You’ll show me?” She says, choking on her words. Her eyes stick on Nancy’s thigh, a creamy white so delicate that she wants to run her fingers along it. Not that she hasn’t had her hands on every part of the other woman’s body that she can get them on. She just wants to keep doing it until she memorized every inch of her. “How are you going to do that?”
“Come over here and find out,” Nancy says, voice that irresistibly flirty octave that makes her melt. She’s still getting used to it but it’s so incredibly hot that it makes her brain short circuit. She almost can’t believe it’s directed at her. “But take off your shirt first.”
“My shirt?” She squeaks.
“How do you think we’re going to do this with your shirt on?” Nancy says, laughing softly.
They’ve spent a grand total of 20 days of dating in the same town, but have definitely had sex…multiple times. She had been eager, of course, but found a rhythm (if the noises the other woman made are real) by the third time. Still, being told to just take off her shirt is such an unfamiliar demand that she’s bulking from the foot of the bed where she’s rocking onto the back of her heels.
“Just get over here,” Nancy huffs.
“Ok,” she groans.
She drops onto the bed and crawls up to the head of it, laying onto her back. She reaches out and settles a hand on that thigh occupying her mind, the brunette immediately arching her leg against her palm. She looks up at Nancy sitting up against her headboard, hair falling around her face and stealing her breath away.
“Are you going to take off your shirt or what?” Nancy murmurs. She laughs, remembering Nancy’s fingers brushing over her stomach as the woman peels her shirt off and throws it onto the floor. She presses a kiss to Nancy’s arm just beneath the sleeve. “I don’t know why you’re being so shy. I’ve seen you naked, Buckley.”
“I’m not being shy,” she whines against the other woman’s arm, hesitating for just a brief moment before she caves, “Fine.”
She moves to sit up, and peels her shirt off. She balls it up in her hands and tosses it onto the floor. There’s a warm palm against her back, moving down her spine then back up only to curl around her shoulder furthest from the woman beside her. The brunette moves beside her, shifting and making the bed squeak as a hot kiss is pressed to her jaw.
Nancy whispers, “Now lie down on your stomach.”
“Jesus, ok,” she says with a gulp. She turns and notices that the other woman’s eyes are tracing over her frame. She smirks and keeps going, turning to lay on her stomach. This is the most uncomfortable position possible. She huffs and says, “What am I supposed to do with my arms?”
“Just relax, baby,” Nancy says softly.
Her eyes widen at that, the sound of the sweet pet name touching her ears for the first time. Her mind is reeling from how nice it sounds, the low warmth in her belly and the way her heart hammers in her chest. As she presses her palms against the mattress to sit up, she feels a weight against the small of her back so she can’t move and it silences her thoughts.
“Is this ok?” Nancy asks. Two hands are braced against her back, thumbs digging in to her skin just a little bit, but just as quickly they’re gone. She expels a very dramatic breath like she’s been holding it in, humming in response. She curls her arms under her head, muscles at the small of her back protesting just a little. “Ooh, maybe not like that.”
“What?” She says.
Warm hands move up her sides and against her shoulders, skating all of the way down her arms until she’s feeling her arms being guided into a different position. Nancy leans back, the weight of her shifting onto her ass as she does, and pins her arms to her sides with her calves. She doesn’t feel relaxed. She feels trapped, actually.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Nancy says. She tries nodding in response but she’s stopped in her tracks by strong hands pressing into her shoulder blades. They move slowly up her body, curling around her front and squeezing her shoulders, then moving to the base of her neck. “Robbie, you’re so tense.”
“I’m trapped,” she replies into the sheet beneath her. Nancy pauses and sighs. Those powerful hands move up to tuck her hair behind her ear which sends her body into over drive with the other woman pressed against her back. Maybe if she just stopped resisting then she could actually enjoy it. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll relax.”
“Good,” Nancy murmurs.
The woman places a kiss against the skin just below her ear, then the back of her neck, and against her shoulder blade before those lips are gone. She groans in protest, really enjoying that and sending out the signals that scream more. Just as easily though, the weight on her back is gone and replaced with wisps of warmth. She counts to 3 between each breath as fingers dig into her skin for just a moment.
Admittedly, she has no idea what a sexy massage is given that she’s never participated in or seen one. She tries to pay attention, to take notes, to find out exactly what Nancy wants as she shows her. She focuses on the hands sliding across her back, so featherlight that it sends chills down her spine.
This goes on for a few minutes before the pressure gets harder, fingers digging in to her skin. The heel of Nancy’s palm follows, pushing into her muscles and working out a huge knot she didn’t know was there. She groans at the feeling of the knot in her shoulder coming loose, the one she’s probably been living with for years.
“Does that feel good?” Nancy asks.
“Yeah,” she says, “So good.”
She hears Nancy laugh gently behind her as her touch goes soft again, a tease against the expanse of her back. It tickles a little, makes her aware of the sensitivity of her skin, forces her brain to focus on the touch rather than moving at hyper speed. It’s nice being touched like this but, more than anything, she wants to touch Nancy.
“Ok, your turn,” she announces.
“My turn?” Nancy asks, confused. She can’t move easily with Nancy straddling her, but she manages to turn over beneath her weight. The other woman’s furrowed eyebrows are adorable as she looks down at her, hands pressing against her chest. “But you barely went.”
“I know,” she says.
She can’t help smiling as she grabs the brunette by the wrists and spreads her arms apart. She sits up quickly, pressing a quick kiss to Nancy’s mouth. As she settles both hands on her shoulders, she leans in again and kisses her deeper, catching the other woman off guard. She presses her hands against Nancy’s ribs and grasps a fist full of shirt, initiating a response out of the other woman. The hands on her shoulder clutch her hair, hanging on for dear life as Nancy returns her passion, tongues sliding out to lick at the other’s mouth.
She slips her hands under Nancy’s t-shirt, letting them skate across warm skin along the other woman’s stomach then pushing them around to her back. The other woman pushes up, leaning more heavily against her, and pushing a hand down her back. She nips at the woman’s bottom lip and pulls back, tugging the shirt off in one quick movement. Once dropping it to the floor, she presses a kiss to the brunette’s collarbone and smatters her chest with her mouth.
“Ok, lay down,” she says. She smacks the other woman’s ass playfully, eliciting a surprised laugh out of her. It echoes off of her bedroom walls and surrounds her in warmth, a refuge for them both. She smirks and pushes a hand at the small of Nancy’s back, saying, “Get on your stomach, Wheeler.”
With an arched eyebrow, Nancy moves around her and lays her top half down on the bed. She moves from beneath the other woman and straddles her back, beginning to repeat the other woman’s movements. She presses her hands against Nancy’s shoulder blades and moves them slowly up to the shoulders so she can squeeze and back down.
The woman moans softly and says, “Harder.”
She gulps at the request. She’s still sort of new to actually having sex and it basically consumes her every waking thought whenever she’s around Nancy, which has been a lot over the last two weeks. She musters some restraint, definitely not wanting to make the woman feel like she has a one track mind.
She digs the heels of her palms into the woman’s skin, then immediately presses her long fingers in to follow. She works her hands around the expanse of her back, waiting for there to be some indication that she isn’t doing the right thing. She relieves some of the pressure and slides her hands against warm skin, slowly leaning down to press a kiss between the other woman’s shoulder blades.
When she hears a gentle intake of breath, she feels a bit encouraged. She presses another kiss to her skin before sweeping all of the hair to one side, pressing another to the back of Nancy’s neck. After letting her lips linger for a moment, she moves off of the other woman and lets her hand slide down her back to run her fingers along it.
She drops down onto the bed beside the brunette and looks over at the woman’s face. She starts tracing shapes along Nancy’s back, kissing her shoulder. After a moment, Nancy pulls back and moves towards her with a soft smile and darkened eyes. Her face is aglow from the candles. The other woman’s warm lips find hers in a soft kiss, one that affords her the room to snake her left arm under Nancy to wrap around the woman while she slides her right hand into brunette hair.
“Mm, baby,” Nancy murmurs against her mouth, “You’re so good with your hands.”
“Yeah?” She asks breathlessly. Nancy hums against her mouth as a weight is settled against her chest, their breasts pressed together. She curls her fingers in brunette hair and grasps it. She gets a laugh pressed into her mouth and it vibrates her lips. “You’re just saying that.”
“No,” Nancy says, shaking her head. She feels the other woman move against her body, heavy and light at the same time. The other woman straddles her waist again, warm hands cupping her neck with the movement. “Everything you do makes me feel so good.”
“Everything?” She squeaks.
“Babe,” Nancy says. The hum in her voice makes her shiver, makes her eyes drift closed as she tilts her chin up to press a kiss to the other woman’s lips. One of the other woman’s hands trails down her front, brushing over her breast and across the nipple. She gasps into Nancy’s mouth, lips parting. Nancy adds, “I like it when you touch me.”
“Oh,” she husks out. She trails her fingers down the other woman’s spine until she’s sliding it around her ass. It fits in her hand perfectly. Not to mention, Nancy always makes a certain sound when she touches it. She never really thought of herself as an ass girl but here she is. “Well, I like touching you.”
The other woman pinches her nipple and bites at her bottom lip by way of response. Nancy leans more into her, moving a hand to cover the one she has pressed to the other woman’s ass. Their hands entwine and there’s pressure against her hand to strengthen her grip. She flits her tongue out against Nancy’s; kissing her deeper as the other woman rolls her hips. She scoffs, other hand pulling them closer together by pressing into Nancy’s spine between her shoulder blades. She drops a kiss to the brunette’s chest, dragging her lips across skin and earning a sharp intake of breath.
“God, Robs,” Nancy murmurs, “I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“Me neither,” she says.
They’ve spent 10 days not keeping their hands off of each other and it’s a moment that she never wants to forget. She peppers whatever skin she can reach with kisses, trying to worship Nancy like she so deserves. There’s laughter against her temple and a squeezing of her breast, followed by the other woman’s hand grasping onto her shoulder. She bends down more and more, leading the brunette back so she can better wrap her lips around a taut nipple. She licks and sucks it, bringing it to a point between her lips.
“Mm, that feels so good,” Nancy says with a moan, “Don’t stop doing that.”
She blows out a breath and it makes the woman shiver in her arms. With a smirk, she turns her attention to the other one to give it some attention to. She thinks about how beautiful they are, how perfect under her mouth and her lips they are. She swirls her tongue around it, licking and biting until Nancy’s body is fully being arched against her.
With the other woman pressing into her, she holds on tight and takes her off guard. She presses the brunette hard enough against the mattress that the bed slams into the wall. For just a moment, she holds her breath in hopes that Steve won’t bang on the wall from the other side in return. She doesn’t hear anything, and, when she breathes out, it comes like laughter against skin.
She paints a trail of kisses against Nancy’s body - across her ribs, her stomach, just above the waistband of those familiar boxers that were plucked from her drawer. The other woman’s legs press against her sides, knee tickling her ribs as strong fingers glide through her hair. She presses her lips to Nancy’s heart, feeling the steadily erratic heartbeat against her mouth, before sucking a mark into the skin.
“Hey,” Nancy murmurs after a moment, hands ghosting over her shoulders, “Come ‘ere.”
A hand settles on her cheek, warm and soft, and a thumb brushes over her skin. Her eyes lock onto gray ones, a tinge of color glowing around dark irises. She thinks she might be in love, actually. Nancy sweeps a thumb across her bottom lip, tracing it with a wonderment burning in her ears.
The brunette says, “You’re so pretty, Robin Buckley.”
“Nah,” she starts to protest, but is silenced with a kiss to her mouth.
“Yeah,” Nancy corrects her.
The hand in her hair slides over her shoulders and down her spine. Strong thighs squeeze her hips, one side hooked just below her hip and the other. A foot presses against her calf. They become so completely interlocked that she doesn’t know where Nancy ends and she begins. Her heart hammers against her ribs, knocking at the bones like it’s going to get away.
“ You’re so beautiful,” she manages.
It doesn’t even dawn on her that she’s just echoing Nancy now. She curls her hand around a thigh, dainty and powerful, massaging it from the backside to the front. Digging her palm into the top of it and grounding her body down into the other woman’s, she finds a desperation in those lustfilled eyes.
“What do you want?” She asks, voice so shaky that it doesn’t even sound like herself.
“I want you inside me,” Nancy says boldly, like a woman who knows exactly what she wants. It terrifies her out of her league the brunette is, yet she is patient and communicates everything her beating heart desires. It makes her be like that too, vulnerable and confident. “I want you everywhere.”
“Everywhere?” She says, “I only have two hands.”
“Buckley,” Nancy says, voice tight and impatiently warning her to just be serious , “Babe…baby…”
That breathless want breaks her resolve like she is only here to serve the woman she loves. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth for just a moment as she shies her gaze away from unwavering eyes, tucking her head into the crook of the other woman’s neck. Breething quite shallow, she nips at the flesh in front of her, slowly smoothing the bite out with her tongue. Nancy writhes beneath her in response, practically croaking with impatience.
“I love it when you call me that,” she says into damp skin. She feels a shiver beneath her like her warm breath collided with cold air and brings a tornado, a gust of emotions that damages everything it comes into contact with. But she is not the damage. She is the stitching holding them together. And that tornado spirals so fast that her filterless brain rushes the words out like a dam broken when she says, “I love-“
She stops herself. Or Nancy stops her maybe. There’s a thumb in her mouth and pressing against her tongue as an index finger tucks under her chin, guiding her up so fast that she’s reeling when her lips are pulled into another hungry kiss. With the hand on Nancy’s thigh, she slips under the other woman’s shorts and squeaks into the kiss.
“Take ‘em off,” Nancy moans against her mouth. She nods dumbly as both of the other woman’s hands push against her stomach, steadying her as she pulls her body up and out of the way. She leans back but Nancy follows, keeping their mouths close enough together that their hot breath mingles in the space between them. Those warm hands leave her body as Nancy presses her palms against the bed. A laugh bubbles out of her, a happiness she never knew would be hers taking up residence on her chest. “I love-“
She silences Nancy with a kiss so devouring that her beating heart feels like a beast trying to burst from her skin. It’s almost like payback, a silent game of push and pull where no one loses. She finds the waistband of those boxers and tugs, leaning back on her knees to pull them completely off.
“That isn’t fair,” Nancy says, half lidded gaze catching her eyes.
“You did it first,” she says with a smirk.
Her eyes drop down to Nancy’s naked body and she thinks about her wet and warm center against her clothes, all pretenses of teasing fading quickly. The brunette laughs, resting back onto an elbow and reaching up to run a hand across her chest. She sighs while staring, while feeling her glorious touch across her skin and cupping her breast.
“Get naked too,” Nancy says, eyes wide and soft.
“Yes, ma’am,” she says, finding her resolve again and grinning. She kick off her shorts and underwear, definitely struggling in the least sexy way a person ever has. It’s the distraction of the other woman’s hand on her skin that has her looking like a fool before she can settle between warm thighs. There’s a warm slick against her pelvis that prompts a moan to fall out if her mouth. She says, “You feel so good.”
The brunette curls both legs around her waist, bodies flush together. Her skin feels hot, hands itching as she slides her left one up Nancy’s arm to hold it above their head. She wraps her hand around the thin wrist, threaded heartbeat under her touch. She gives the other woman a soft smile when their gazes connect.
“Were you going,” Nancy whispers with a shaky voice; she swallows and says, “Were you going to say you love me?”
She can feel each word against her lips. Her heart feels like it’s beating outside of her body, like she’s just watching on from the other side of the screen. Her face and neck are feeling hot and, as scared as she is, she knows she won’t lie to the other woman. She’s a terrible liar. She slides her nose along the slope of the brunette’s, only stopping when she can press a kiss to an incredibly warm forehead.
“Yeah,” she says bravely.
“Cool,” Nancy replies, sounding an awful lot like her as the brunette sighs in relief with her whole body, “Me too.”
“Cool,” she echoes.
Nancy smacks her on her shoulder and they laugh against each other’s mouths. Those legs loosen around her waist and a foot slips between her thighs. With a tug of her leg, Nancy spreads her legs further apart and she complies with her every request. She wonders if Nancy can feel her heartbeat too, thumping so hard that it’s almost deafening her ears.
With her other hand, she scratches at skin along Nancy’s ribcage, stilling it to feel her chest rise and fall beneath her fingertips. A hand circles the back of her neck again, a fluttering touch that makes her heart skip several beats to drink in every second of Nancy Wheeler pinned beneath her. When their lips touch again, it feels like freedom and survival all at once.
She smooths her fingers down the other woman’s thigh, slipping them into the crook of her knee. She feels the woman beneath roll her hips upward, the pulse under he hand quickening. Her breath hitches in her throat, a moan colliding with her panting need for oxygen. She presses her thumb into the space just above the other woman’s knee, getting her to squirm from pressure against that ticklish spot until their bodies rub together and Nancy’s inhaling deep against her shoulder.
Grinning, she tilts her head to press a kiss against the other woman’s jaw. Nancy laughs, bellows maybe, into the back of her throat as she throws her head back. With her throat exposed, she takes the opportunity to press her mouth to it and nip at the flesh, remembering when the other woman had used something similar yo reclaim the control over vines on her neck. The brunette whines, gently rocking her hips again.
She peers down at Nancy, noting her completely unrestrained flush on her neck and the way her body writhes ever the slightest against sheets. When she feels a knee slip between her thighs and push up and up until there’s pressure at her core she grunts like an animal. The brunette laughs at her, fingers dragging through unruly hair and tucking a loose strand behind her ear. She feels a soft kiss against her jaw followed by a soft puff of air.
“Can you stop teasing, Buckley?” Nancy asks, “I want you to touch me.”
The words, the warm breath, tickles her ear and makes her shiver even though she’s so hot she feels like she’s sweating. She gathers her strength, pressing her elbow and forearm into the pillow as she keeps her hold on the woman’s wrist, lifting herself just enough that she can push her sturdy hand up a muscular thigh and dip her fingers right in. The space is tight around her fingers, throbbing even, and makes the other woman thrust upward unabashedly.
“Fuck, babe,” she hisses, the other woman’s thigh pressing against her clit, “You’re so wet.”
She presses a greedy kiss to parted lips as she slowly curls her fingers inside of the other woman. The hand in her hair trails to her shoulder, crook of the other woman’s arm against the back of her neck, and sharp nails dig into her skin. There will certainly be a bruise tomorrow, one that is eased with kisses and gentle words of affirmation. It’s a side of Nancy only she gets to see.
The pulse under her hand serves as a guide for her rhythm, her brain moving in time and her body following. She thrusts her hips on 4th count, the bone pushing into the back of her hand and, in turn, her fingers delve deeper. Nancy moans against her mouth. In that moment, she makes a conscious decision that she wants to watch her face when she orgasms, that she wants to hear her say her name when she does.
She pulls back, rocking her hips too, listening to Nancy cry out into the candlelit room. The flame catches in the wind, changing the shadows on the wall, burning like the pits of her stomach. When she thrusts her hips, the other woman meets her movements until they’re both panting with need. Nancy moans her name and it makes her movements stutter, brain whooshing all of her thoughts away until the other woman is pushing a hand between them.
“I want to touch you, too,” Nancy says, breathless.
She sweeps a thumb over the other woman’s wrist and nods, smiling. She moves enough to pull her fingers out of the brunette and thrust them back in, distracting her for just a moment. A moan touches her ears, makes a chill skate through her spine. Nancy’s warm fingers press against her clit, a sigh falling out of her mouth in response. The woman’s eyes flutter shut as she rubs circles with her fingertips. Her brain slips into overdrive.
Holding the woman’s wrist still, she slips their hands beneath brunette hair and thrusts against her. She sweeps her thumb over Nancy’s clit, knowing by now that it’s sensitive. She dips her head down and kisses the flushed chest, lips pressing lightly and tongue darting gently. The other woman only moans louder and writhes, legs flexing and moving against her body.
She grunts at the pressure, but the sound is swallowed by warm flesh. She leans down and sucks a nipple into her mouth. Her tongue touches it and the woman shudders beneath her, moaning desperately. A hand works into her hair, holding her face against the most perfect chest she could imagine.
“Yeah; right there,” Nancy croaks. She squeaks around the pointed nipple, tongue swirling as she sucks it into her mouth. She thrusts her fingers hard, pulling back to rub at the other woman’s clit, and keeps up the pattern. “I’m gonna come.”
She buckles down her efforts - pushing her fingers in deep, swirling her tongue, rubbing Nancy’s clit, nipping at the nipple. She rocks her hips, liking the way it feels when Nancy’s fingers dip lower. She groans as she realizes she could come too, at any second really. She releases the grip on the woman’s wrist, tightening a fist in brunette hair and pulling at the locks.
A strained moan falls from Nancy’s lips, echoing off of the walls. There’s a pounding from the other side, but she doesn’t quite register it through the sound of the other woman’s noises. She thrusts so hard that their skin slaps together, using her hips to help pound into her. She curls her fingers, pressing the tips into that soft spot, and swirling her thumb until Nancy is screaming her name.
She fucks her through it, her fingers stilling inside of her. She pulls back with a grin, looking at Nancy with her closed eyes and beautiful glow. With her lips parted, the woman wraps her free hand around the back of her neck. The brunette pulls her in and kisses her hungry, dipping those warm fingers into her entrance until the heat builds in her stomach. When it snaps, Nancy is thrusting her hips upward and moaning against her mouth.
She pulls her fingers out and stays settled between the woman’s legs. They’re both breathing heavy as she leans down to press a languid kiss to the brunette’s mouth, feeling Nancy slide her foot around the back of her thigh. She smiles and trails kisses to the woman’s right collarbone before resting her ear over Nancy’s beating heart. She listens to her breathing, blindly searching for her hand to hold. Their fingers entwine and they lay there for a few minutes.
After that, she moves to her side of the bed and takes Nancy with her. She pulls the woman into her side, wrapping an arm around her back and trailing fingers across it. The brunette’s hand settles on her rib cage and starts scratching at her stomach. It tickles enough for her to squirm a little. It doesn’t take much longer for Nancy to fall asleep on her chest.
Her body is starting to feel exhausted so she gets up before she can fall asleep with the candles lit. Once they’re all out, she gets back into bed next to the other woman as she sleepily clings to her. She really likes that she’s clingy. Her mind races into a storm of love on the table. She presses a kiss to the woman’s forehead and feels the sleeping form lean into it.
“I really love you, Nancy Wheeler,” she murmurs.
She doesn’t get a response which isn’t surprising.
In the morning, she’ll wake up happier than she’s ever been. They’ll shower and wash the sheets, something purely domestic, although after putting them back on they’ll realize there isn’t much of a reason to wash them at all. Steve will tell them to be quieter so he can sleep (and to not put holes in the wall), but when Nancy leaves the room he high fives her against her will. Seriously, picks up her hand by the wrist for him to slap. The stern look returns when Nancy’s in the room.
Living with him, having Nancy to love, is better than anything she could have ever asked for.