Ronance Smut Oneshots!

~~Oneshot Three (aka part 2 to Oneshot Two)~~

~Sequel to the previous oneshot: In which Robin certainly enjoyed being a service top for Nancy but wants to try being more of a sub in a bottom role this time~
Word Count: 6,667
Tags/Notes: Praise kink, porn with plot, porn with feelings, consensual as these all are, non-graphic smut, enthusiastic consent, fluff and smut, top/Dom Nancy, bottom/sub Robin, use of a safe word and brief panic but dealt with kindly and well, 

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Robin fiddles with the rings on her fingers in nervousness. She and Nancy are at her house as her parents have gone away for a couple days to see friends. Something about the birth of a friend's kid or something— nothing Robin cared about enough to go to. It had taken a while for them to decide to go and leave Robin behind even now, but eventually they did. Robin had taken the opportunity to have Nancy come over for a few days with the house to just them. Which would have been totally, completely, fine. Except that, Robin has been really good at deflecting conversations and even though Nancy has already stayed a night too, they still haven't talked about what happened 4 days ago now.

She knows that Nancy wants to talk about it. They'd had a brief discussion about how they're a couple now, girlfriends, and even planned a date for next week at the arcade. But the part about how they'd had sex and it was Robin's first time ever and she's still really nervous about it? Yeah, not that. Admittedly, not talking about it is only making things worse. But Robin has gotten really good at even ignoring when Nancy tries to speak to her in, in that voice, complimenting her or bringing up the night. Robin doesn't know why she's scared or avoiding it. Maybe it's the fact that it took sleeping and waking up to realize 'holy shit that was my first time ever what the fuck happens next?'.

Maybe it's the fact that she didn't think she was going to figure things out about herself at the same time and doesn't know how to feel about what she's figured out. Either way, Robin has been avoidant and she knows Nancy is getting slowly annoyed with her about it— or maybe not annoyed but she's losing patience anyways — and Nancy has just sat her down on her bed and said that they finally need to talk in a stern voice she's avoided using the past few days. It's the same bed they slept in last night, doing nothing other than kissing until Robin turned over and promptly said they should sleep now. And sleep is all they then did.

They still have at least an hour until Robin would even suggest sleeping, and it's around the time she'd normally suggest watching one more movie. Which she tries to do but Nancy just places a firm but soft hand on her knee, giving her a pleading look. They've only been in the bedroom for a couple minutes — Robin had wanted to grab a blanket for the sofa and Nancy followed — and she already feels incredibly nervous.

   "Rob, I completely understand if you're scared about things, or uncertain, or don't want to do anything after that first time, but... but you need to talk to me about it, okay? I want to know what's up in that brain of yours and it's unnerving not hearing you talk about things," Nancy softly says, looking up at her.

Robin looks back down at her hands, trying to still her fiddling on the rings but being unable to and continuing before looking up at Nancy again. "I'm scared that if I start talking about it I'll just— just end up letting everything out in one massive wave of words and it will be overwhelming for you," she admits, not what she knows Nancy is looking for but part of the truth, anyways.

Nancy nods, giving her an understanding small smile. She slowly grabs one of Robin's hands, rubbing small circles on the back of it. "Honestly, Robin? I would much rather you do that than keep everything in and try to avoid this. I don't care if you have to stand up and rant for 10 minutes and we can work together to unpack it all after. I just want to know." This time it's Robin's turn to nod, letting out a shaky breath. She knows Nancy didn't mean to do exactly what she said, but she stands up anyways, somehow feeling comforted by the ability to pace as she talks.