Ronance Smut Oneshots!

~Oneshot Six: Right now I need you so hard~

(Title from the song "Girls Like Sex" by L Devine)
~When Nancy Wheeler comes across what she assumes is an empty store perfect to look through for supplies, she doesn't expect to come face to face with the equally as dangerous Robin Buckley. She most certainly does not expect things to turn sexual very fast, but that's what happens when too very sexually deprived sapphic women meet in the apocalypse~
Word Count: 7,836
Tags/Notes: Dom/Sub Dynamics, Zombie Apocalypse AU, Choking, Rough Sex, Masochism, Sadism, those two aren't much, Biting, Scratching, Finger Sucking, Switch Nancy Wheeler, Switch Robin Buckley, Robin is confident in this and it's lowkey really hot, They both take turns fucking the other

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Nancy walks down the empty street, ducking behind rusty old cars that stopped working years ago, making sure no one else is around.

Her shotgun is slung over her shoulder, a handgun in one hand and a knife in the other. Her shotgun is barely used and so is the handgun, but they're useful when encountering other people. Most of the time, however, she just quickly disposes of walkers with her knife and manages to escape easily if there's a horde of them.

As soon as her sight landed on the small grocery store down the road that looks more untouched than any she's seen before — this is a small town that she assumes most evacuated years ago and barely any people have wandered through — a goal was set. She hasn't eaten in a couple days and the last cans of food she found barely lasted a few days before that. She'd made the mistake of separating from a group she'd been a part of months ago, tensions having risen and caused friction in the group with her not being the first to leave. Sure, it had meant she'd had more food as the group was one of scavengers that had killed for food too, but she'd lost patience with them. However, now she may be alone and fending for herself well but also starving.

There don't appear to be any walkers on the street, though Nancy hasn't seen many since entering this area anyways. She's seen a lot of dead bodies, though, and all the signs of the fact this place was still affected by everything. It helps, as it means she doesn't spend much time at all getting to the middle of the street in front of the store. The door is also shut, and she keeps it that way to briefly bang on it and the windows. She waits a few moments, and determining that there are no walkers in the store — unless any are simply stuck, which doesn't matter right away — she slowly opens the door and shuts it behind her.

She's still turned around, facing the door she's just closed, when a loud voice echoes through the silent room.

   "Drop your weapons. Now. I don't want to ask again. And— and don't turn around until you have! I want you to put them down — slowly! — first."

Nancy rolls her eyes, hidden from the strangers view, slowly putting her handgun down, but thankful only a second before entering the store she'd managed to at least put her knife in her pocket. She also takes the time to take off her shotgun and lay it on the ground beside her, raises her arms beside her head too, despite not being asked to do that.

Also not being asked, she slowly turns around to face the stranger now that her guns are down. She's being more bold than normal, but just based on the way the stranger sounded somewhat unsure while telling her what to do, she doesn't doubt she can figure something out. If it were an angry sounding man this would be different, but a woman that Nancy is realizing only looks her age and doesn't have that same anger she's seen in others, is easy.

   "Okay now... now tell me why you're here," the woman says, and though her speech falters slightly, her aim of her own handgun stays steady and her expression stays confident. It's impressive, and Nancy would be lying to herself if she didn't admit that everything about her screams 'her type' in attractiveness. Confidence is always hot on women, but everything from the woman's messy brown hair framing her face and barely reaching her shoulders to the fierce blue eyes and even the dried smeared blood across her cheek.