Restless(smut)

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She says, "Baby, you're so tense," when they hug; squeezes the space where her shoulder and neck meet with concern splayed out on her face. The combination of the pet name and the hand on her skin is enough to make her mind race in twenty different directions. She feels like a fucking schoolgirl all over again.

"Yea, I haven't been sleeping much." She replies with a solemn smile. It was a bit of an understatement considering she hadn't slept through the night for weeks, constantly thrashing awake because of nightmares. Her body feels like lead, exhaustion seeping through her pores.

"I'm sorry." Robin reaches up and cups the side of her face. Nancy basks in it, closing her eyes. "Come sit down." She listens; sits on the couch and crosses her legs. She was feeling the inklings of a throb between her thighs, a common occurrence when it came to Robin touching her, and she touched her.. a lot. Not in the ways she wanted-needed, at this point, but soft, reassuring contact between their fingertips and bodies. She reacted the same nonetheless; a panicked dart of her eyes to wherever the girl's arm was wrapped around her body, whether it be her waist or around her shoulders, the feeling of her heart hammering against her ribs, and the way she'd awkwardly shift away, then have a hard time meeting her gaze for the rest of the night. She'd only recently stumbled upon the discovery that she was gay at all, so she was repressed, to say the least.

Robin was just like that. Light, airy, fun, and so, so affectionate, and it would have been fine if Nancy wasn't so.. horny for her. It was even in the little things, like her voice, and her little quips. It was just a tiny crush. A tiny crush that had her faking urgent phone calls because she needed to get home and fuck herself like yesterday, that had her spending every night she'd seen her with her head buried in her pillow, hand sandwiched between her stomach and her bed, lips parted around her name. Robin's lips "-Hm?"

"I'm sorry, I was-" Staring. Thinking about getting off to the thought of you. "-what did you say?" Her cheeks redden.

Robin laughs softly before she speaks, likely at the blush settling on Nancy's cheeks. She definitely noticed her ogling, if Nancy made it any more obvious she'd be drooling."I asked if you'd let me give you a massage." She repeats, "I'm an expert. Took a seminar freshman year." She adds, holding up her hands and wiggling her fingers to dramatize. "Basically licensed."

So. She finds herself spread out on her bed, cheek pressed against her sheets because how could she ever say no to her? She was shirtless because Robin asked casually as she rummaged around for a bottle of lotion. Goosebumps break out on her entire figure the moment Robin's hand finds her back. She inhales and holds her breath there until her body reminds her that she should probably breathe.

"We can stop whenever you want to." She reassures her. Nancy nods.

Things are good, she even feels herself starting to doze off until Robin hits a tight muscle in her lower back, causing her to wince in pain.

"Do you want me to work this?" She asks, seemingly oblivious.

Against her better judgment, she agrees.

The blonde's thumbs drive into the knot, pressuring the muscles to loosen. And, it hurts, yet she feels her underwear dampen. Strange, she thinks. A strangled moan forces its way up her throat, escaping before she can stifle it. Robin continues despite it. She pants, what the fuck? This was new. She turns her head further in the sheets, an attempt to suffocate the other sounds she apparently couldn't control.

"No, don't." Robin's hand stills in its spot. "It's okay."

"What?"

"It's okay. You don't have to do that." She repeats like she's coercing a wild animal. Nancy flinches at the hand inching up her inner thighs, barely covered with the way her skirt had ridden up. "It's been a while since someone touched you like this, right?" She leans over her back, basically whispering in her ear, "Just let me make you feel good."

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