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Part 1 of All I Will Think About
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Summary:

Ace needs to blow off steam because of a certain detective with red hair...

Notes:

Okay. This is my first attempt at smut. I had VampireAcademyNerd beta for me and I am so grateful for the encouragement! You're the best! Title comes from the Imagine Dragons song, the soundtrack for the smut. I don't own Nancy Drew. Enjoy!

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Ace’s POV:

The ghost of Nancy’s body flush against my own lingers no matter how much I try to smoke it away from me. Everything she said rings in my ears. The moment she saw me at the warehouse. Oh, my God. Ace. Her voice had sounded so terrified. Begging for the assassin to let me go. Let him go! She never begs for anything. Why would she beg for my life? She pulled out the list despite me telling her not to, basically ignoring me. Her terror when the assassin let the rope slip out of his hands for a moment, something I couldn’t register until I got home. No! No! I had tried to look at Nancy as she talked to the assassin, Daniel. From what I could see, she looked as terrified as she sounded. When I could finally catch her eye, I had let her see how scared I truly was despite not wanting her to hand over the list. I could see the fear mirrored in her eyes as the assassin talked about The Road Back. When our eyes met for a second time, I told her not to hand over the list. Then Grant had said her name and she handed the list to him. After that, I couldn’t focus on anything other than Nancy’s arms holding me, her hands untying me, and then her hands on my arm and back. Once I was safely on the other side of the railing, she watched the assassin getting in his car and then she was in my arms. I thought I had accurately imagined what it would feel like to hold her this close, but this didn’t even compare to my wildest dreams. I reveled in the moment for as long as I could. Then she pulled away and asked if I’m okay. We talked for a moment. She assured me that Celia would get the list back. Then she said the one thing that almost distracted me from worrying about the price she just paid for my life. I couldn’t lose you. Those words ring in my ears over and over. My phone ringing interrupts my thoughts. I sigh when I see Amanda’s name again. I haven’t answered any of her calls today since Nancy and Grant saved me. What do I even say to her now? We can’t be together because I've had a crush on Nancy since high school and it’s slowly turning into–I answer my phone to stop that train of thought.

“Hey, babe!” I sigh, put the phone on speaker, and wait for a response.

She sounds happy and irritated when she finally does. “Hi, baby! I haven’t heard from you in a bit. I was getting worried.” Maybe I imagined the irritation. I quickly scramble for an excuse. Getting high didn’t stop my thoughts about Nancy. They just made my brain work slower.

“I’ve been busy with work. I’m sorry.” It suddenly occurs to me that blowing off some steam may not be the worst idea. “Can I come over? I know it’s kind of late, but I need you.”


Less than an hour later, I’m pulling into the trailer park. A blue car catches my eye and my throat tightens as I register that Nancy is with Gil. I curse under my breath, bang my hand on the steering wheel, and then apologize to Florence. As soon as I’m parked, I leap out of the car and up the steps to Amanda’s trailer. I try to make my knocks light, but my frustration bleeds through just a little. The second Amanda opens the door, I surge forward and crash my lips into hers. My hands cup her face and hers are on my hips. I back her into the trailer and close the door behind me as I move my lips down to her neck.

“Whatever has gotten into you, I like it.” She moans. “A lot.”

I pull away to say something back, but my breath catches in my throat. Nancy is standing where Amanda just was, a seductive look in her eyes. I rake my eyes over the tank top that barely hides her breasts, they spill out the top a bit, and her shorts that are too short to go out in. I groan and latch my lips onto her throat. I know it’s my imagination and I’m so close to saying the wrong name. I move my lips down to the exposed skin of her breasts. She reaches down to pull off her shirt. I help her pull it off as I try to remember who I’m actually with. Nancy is 100 feet away in Gil’s trailer. Amanda is the one who is palming me through my jeans.

“Which way to your bedroom again?” I try to make it sound seductive, but the desire in my voice slips through. No need to tell her who it’s actually for.

“Right this way.” She takes my hand and leads me through a doorway. I keep picturing Nancy in her place and it sucks. I don’t want to think about Nancy. That’s why I ended up here. Amanda turns us around and pushes me down onto her bed. I smile as she opens a drawer in her nightstand. “Protection first.” She pulls out a package of condoms and sets it next to her lamp. Then she’s pulling something else out.

She straddles me as she holds up a familiar neck scarf. Suddenly, Nancy is the one straddling me. I groan in pleasure. “Where did you get that, Amanda?” I purposefully use her name to remind myself where Nancy really is.

“Gil had it shoved into the cushions of his couch. I figured it would come in handy.” I feel myself scowling as I realize my suspicions are confirmed. It belongs to Nancy. “Don't worry. I washed it and everything.” Of course she misinterpreted my scowl. “Before I use it…” She drifts off as she toys with my jacket. I am here to forget a certain redhead so I swiftly sit up and take off my jacket, sweater, and T-shirt. I kiss her hard and flip us over.

I kiss down her body until I reach her shorts. When I look up for permission, I see Nancy again. At this point, I know she’s all I will think about tonight. There’s no point in trying to stop myself from imagining her so I decide to stay nonverbal. She nods her head, her beautiful, red hair fanning out around her. If it was actually Nancy, I’d take my time and slowly kiss her thighs until she’s begging for my mouth on her. Only then would I remove her shorts. I’d be gentle and tender. Since it’s not and I know Amanda likes instant gratification, I swiftly yank her shorts off her body and attack her core with my mouth. I push my tongue into her folds and drag it up to her clit.

She lets out a satisfied moan. “That feels so fucking good, Ace!”

I moan against her clit as I start sucking on it. I bring a hand to her center and run a finger over her slit. She moans again and I take that as a good sign. I slowly insert one finger and then another. I curl my fingers and she moans more.

“I need you, Ace.” It’s Nancy’s voice in my ears and I squeeze my eyes shut tight before I can say her name. For a moment, I picture Gil going down on Nancy. The surge of rage pushes me back onto the bed and I attack her mouth with mine. She moans. “I like how feral you are tonight. You’re not usually so…” She drifts off as she brings her hand down to my jeans. “...unhinged.” I groan from the sensation and stand up to take my jeans and boxers off.

Once they are on the floor, along with my shoes and socks, I climb on top of her again. As we kiss, she flips us over and pins my hands above my head. Before I can protest, she’s using Nancy’s neck scarf to tie me to the bed. When she leans back to grab a condom, I test the knots. I’m not getting out of this without help. I close my eyes as I feel her roll the condom onto me. I keep picturing Nancy in her place so I can focus on blowing off some sexual steam that’s been inside of me since the first time I saw her in the waitress uniform. It was slightly too short for her long legs. I groan and clamp my mouth shut before I can say her name. When I open my eyes, her blue ones stare back at me. I moan as she lowers herself onto me and starts riding me. I force myself to stop picturing Nancy so I can actually enjoy this.

“Amanda, please.” She smiles and grinds against me.

She leans down to nibble on my earlobe, never breaking her rhythm. “Please what, Ace? I need you to be very specific.” I fight against the neck scarf instead of replying.

I swiftly realize my mistake. The friction, combined with my sweat, releases some buried perfume. Rose fills my senses and then Nancy is the one smiling down at me. Fuck! I’m in love with her! I clench my jaw as I realize just how deep my feelings are. At the same time, I feel my body release a ribbon of sperm into the condom. Amanda keeps riding me until I feel her release. Then she flops onto my chest. When she finally unties me, releasing another wave of roses, I numbly wrap my arms around her. Why am I so stunned? The signs were there, clear as day. I feel her roll off me and quickly go to the bathroom. I remove the condom and throw it in the trash. As I stare at myself in the mirror, I know I’m not getting any sleep tonight.

Notes:

I updated the chapter to be more canon compliant as far as the timeline. Wasn't gonna worry about it until I figured out that I needed to edit some formatting issues. Thoughts? Thank you to my wonderful beta, VampireAcademyNerd, for all the encouragement and for making me realize this is a series! She is the best! Go check out her Nace story! Kudos and comments are appreciated. Always. Forever.

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