Robin Buckleys gf :)

"She doesn't!"

"How do you know?!"

This argument has been going on for 20 minutes now. It was back and forth, one trying to make the other realize and the other being too stubborn. In reality, they were supposed to be rushing to get ready for the game. Both of them have been too busy trying to prove that they were right, that neither of them were fully dressed in the cheerleading uniforms.

"Whatever," Chrissy continued to fix her hair in the bathroom mirror, catching your scolding eyes. The green ribbons make her makeup pop. "So what if she likes girls-which she clearly does- or not? It wouldn't hurt to find out for yourself. Ask her."

"Chrissy, you can't just go up to someone and ask stuff like that. "

She turned, looking at you with a thoughtful look in her eyes, until her lip quirked up, her eyes now holding a mischievous tint.

"Fine, I'll figure it out for you. If I'm wrong, then I'll be the one who looks like a fool."

"What are you going to do?" The school-colored sock slapped against your calf as you let go of it, confused by your best friend.

"You'll see after we win this game."

Without another word, she turned back, poking and prodding at the blush smeared on her cheeks.

"Only if we win." You sighed.

"Fine."

You quickly made your way to her, "Wait, no. It doesn't matter that much, you can't just-"

"I'm going to prove it. Robin Buckley likes girls, specifically you."

"No she doesn't."

"Yes, she does."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yessss." She singsonged.

"Okay, whatever."

Oh, here we go again.

You stared at the scoreboard. As of right now, it was tied. The cheers seemed to of come to a halt as Jason passed the ball to one of his teammates. Everyone was on the edge of their seat. The other teamed tried to guard, but the ball flew through the air, straight into another guy's hands. The guy was quick to throw it at the hoop. It bounced off the backboard, swiveling around the ring, before falling down into the net.

Everyone broke out in cheers. Your fellow cheerleaders raddled their pom-poms, celebrating the winning team.

You turned, seeing Chrissy turn towards the stands. Before you could stop her, he was winking up at Robin.

First, Robin had smiled at Chrissy, seeing that she was looking at her. But as Chrissy winked, Robin gawked, quick looking around her. She shyly pointed at herself, cheeks ablaze in a deep red. Chrissy nodded, watching how it affected the poor girl. As Robin looked down, flushed, Chrissy turned back around, catching your eye. You looked away, eyebrows furrowed.

Chrissy stared at you as you two sat in the back seat of Marci, another cheerleader's car. The car had 3 rows, and you two were pushed to the very back, away from the high-pitched squealing.

"What is it?"

You looked away from the window, blankly looking at her. "What?" You ask.

"What is up with you? You've been quiet the whole ride."

"I'm fine." You just wanted to drop it.

"No, you're not. We won, why aren't you happy?"

"Why did you pull that little stunt?"

She stared at you for a moment. " Are you jealous?"

"No!" You lowered your voice, "No, I'm not jealous. That would be stupid."

It would be stupid. You know what else would be stupid? Robin thinking about that stunt and considering it more than your friend trying to prove a point. What if Robin starts thinking about Chrissy? Of course that would happen.

She nodded, still staring, "Yeah, so stupid." There wasn't a reason for you to be jealous. Not only did Chrissy have a boyfriend, she had seen the way Robin looks at you. Once, she had caught Robin staring at you after you had gotten all dolled up for a different game. Robin had looked at you with such adoration. There was no doubt in Chrissy's mind that Robin was fond of you.

The party wasn't anything special. It was the same as every other celebration. The parents of some kid were out of town, and what else was the kid supposed to do? Be responsible? No, of course not.

Sweat mixed with alcohol and weed wasn't a fun thing to experience.

From your seat on the stairs, your finger followed the ring of the cup that held a plain coke. Chrissy hummed the song that was raddling the house. She looked around, nearly jumping out of her skin as hands reached around her, hauling her down the steps. She giggled as she heard Jason's laugh. He kissed as her neck before acknowledging you.

"Find you know who. Have fun!" Was all she said before he dragged her off into the sea of people.

Sighing, you looked around.

It was easy to find Robin. She stood in the corner, talking to only a few people. You're pretty sure they're also in band.

Honestly, you doubt Robin or her friends would be here if the basketball team didn't just about threaten everyone to be here.

Maybe getting just coke was a bad idea. Liquid courage is what you need as you stand up, dodging people making their way up the stairs. You wiggled your way through the crowd, trying to hype yourself up.

Before you knew it, you stood in front of Robin, posture all weird looking. Her friends noticed you first. They smiled over Robin's shoulder, slightly waving. Robin noticed, turning around. The conversation died as her face dropped a little. "Hey. Y/n, right?"

"Ye-yeah."

Oh God. Let the floor swallow you whole right this instant. This was a bad idea. A terrible one, actually. Why did you even come over here? What were you thinking? This was stupid. You should turn around and walk straight out of the party, maybe even into traffi-

"Wanna go somewhere more quiet? I'm about to lose my hearing." Robin smiled, excusing herself from her friends. She began walking towards the kitchen, where the drinks were. Surprisingly, there were few people in there, and they didn't even seem to acknowledge you two.

Not one of you had said a word, standing in silence, waiting for the other to finally talk. What were you supposed to talk about?

"Did you see the guy's face when he made the shot?"

You thought back to the game, smiling as you remembered how the guy's face screwed up in itself, eyebrows scrunched, eye's squinting, lips pursed, and cheeks reddened from the play. You had to be there to actually see how funny it looked.

"He makes the same face every time."

Robin chuckled, "Yeah. Or when they lose and his whole face gets as red a tomato. The first time I saw it, I thought his head was about to explode."

A laugh was heard near the drinks. The same guy you two were talking about stood, refilling his cup. He chuckled, bringing his cup to his lips. "Who?"

Eyes wide, Robin shrugged. "Don't know his name."

"Sounds like a loser." You had to purse your lips from laughing. His cheeks were already rosy from the alcohol.

As he walked away, Robin slowly turned back around. As soon as you two locked eyes, you lost it. You both doubled over in laughter.

The night carried on for what felt like just a few minutes. You and Robin were chatting away. It was around midnight when people started leaving or falling asleep wherever they pleased. "It's getting late." You stated, not really wanting to leave her and end the conversation that flowed so naturally, but you needed to get home.

Robin took another sip, slurring something you couldn't understand.

Someone bumped into your shoulder, trying to get into the fridge. You dismissed them as they went to apologize.

"Sor-"

"Hey! Watch it! That's my girlfriend, you dick!" You and the random person stared at her outburst. Robin didn't seem phased, sipping away at her cup that was beyond empty. The person shrugged it off. She was just another drunk teenager in the hundreds of others.

You took the cup away from her, throwing it in a random trash bag someone sat down. "What did you just say?"

You put your hand out as she began to fall over, even with the counter being behind her. "What?" She slurred, "my girlfriend?"

"Yeah?"

She didn't answer and started playing with your shirt, finding the fabric fascinating.

You were quick to find Chrissy and tell her you wanted to go. Robin stayed on your arm the whole way. Chrissy got Jason to drop you both off at your house. Robin had complained about going home drunk, and you didn't want her to get yelled at or in trouble.

As you stumbled into your house, you led her towards your room. She looked through your room as you got dressed in the bathroom. As you opened the door, she looked at you, just stared. She continued to stare at you until you moved, grabbing a pillow and blanket off your bed and making a comfortable pallet on the floor.

Robin was quick to get under the blanket and relish in the warmth. "Goodnight, y/n."

You sighed, staring into the wall as you laid on your side, looking away from the bed. "Night, Robin."

Did she mean anything by it? What would sober Robin think of calling you her girlfriend? This isn't fair. Why did feelings have to be so hard.

She would remember it enough tomorrow to not make it even weirder if you ask about it, right? Hopefully. Tomorrow, it'll be the day you ask her about her feelings. Of the next day-or the next. Who knows? Tomorrow, for sure. Or…maybe another time. Any other time but now.

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It feels like a knife in her chest as she watches you look down at your feet. Robin knows you well enough to know that means you're hiding.

Not from the world around you but from her. You're hiding your own pain to make sure she's comfortable.

Robin shakes her head slightly whispering "don't" throat cracked voice. She stops swaying and you do too.

Her arms snake around you and pull you to her, flush against her body.

You look up at Robin in shock while she let's a shaken smile inch onto her lips.

You find yourself lost in her eyes as she moves her face closer. Her forehead leans pressed to yours. She's trying to block out the world as she murmurs "I'm sorry."

Again she pulls you closer and nuzzles your cheek with her nose. Robin begins to sway to the music her hips drawing your to join her. As she moves her feet you follow her lead.

"they don't matter anymore, old habits die hard. And yeah I'm a little scared..." Robin confesses.

"but I don't ever want to be the reason you look so lost and alone. Not when I'm literally right beside you. I don't want to be your pain, I don't ever want to be that." She goes on.

Robin's hand slips behind your head and gently guides you to rest against her chest.

You smile and snuggle in, you can hear Robin's rushing heart slow as you settle into each other, her rest on top of yours. She starts to smile when she feels your fingers grip at her clothing.

"Thank you, Robin." You whisper.

"I should be the one thanking you. You're setting me free." She replies.

“Town pariah Steve, town goddamn pariah. So I think I’ll yearn from afar until college and or until I die, whichever comes first.” Robin retorted, watching you disappear into the maze, an excited smile on your face, making those brown dimples sparkle in the afternoon autumn sun.

“She rented Desert Hearts, she’s totally got one foot in the fox den.”

“What does that even mean, Steve?”

“Foxes, lady foxes, Buckley.”

“I don’t think that means what you think it means, Steve.”

Somehow in the middle of her yearnathon, Robin lost Steve in the maze,  which was fun for about five minutes but the autumn sun started feeling a little like a summer sun and Robin was starting to regret the sweater she was wearing and longed for the cotton t-shirt beneath.

A quick look around the quiet corn was enough confirmation for Robin to do a quick change, vanishing into the sweater to pull it off.

Sudden quiet laughter and the feeling of a breeze around her boobs confirmed to Robin’s horror that she had grabbed both articles of clothing instead of one.

Robin had no chance to give into the looming embarrassment when two warm hands rushed up against her stomach, pulling the shirt down to free Robin from her sweater prison. If Robin’s cheeks were aflame, then she was a fucking supernova when she got a look at her rescuer.

You.

You with your big brown eyes and soft brown skin and full lips were two inches from Robin’s face. You were looking at her lips, she was looking at yours and in this corn maze, Robin was going to do it, any minute now, she was going to ask you to get cider sometime.

Any minute now. 

“Are you okay, Robin?” You asked, a concerned smile on your face as you picked a piece of hay out of her hair, not so subtly wanting another excuse to touch her.

Here goes nothing.

For a girl who’s mouth moved faster than the speed of sound, the words become toffee in Robin’s mouth, sticky and slow, too slow.

Robin gave a tiny nod instead and you couldn’t help but pout just a little, wanting to hear that roaring fire of a voice.

Your friends grabbed you by the hand, leading you fast and far away from heavenly faced trumpet extraordinaire Robin Buckley with an awkward wave goodbye, a wave Robin for some reason only known to God herself, decided to return with a salute. 

She saluted you.

“There you are, where did you go?” Steve asked, bursting through a nearby patch of corn, eyebrow raised at his friend who had become the world’s first lesbian scarecrow, just standing there frozen in autumnal gay panic. 

“She said my name, Steve.” 

That was it.

When you stepped into class on the first day of school, taking the first empty desk you saw, you didn't think it would ever make a difference. You didn't think you'd even spare your seatmate a second glance, planning to daydream through the entire period.

But the more you sat near her, noticed her in your peripheral, you found yourself leaning back to get a better look- still trying to be as subtle as possible. She was leaned back in her seat, legs spread open in a manner that would earn a side-eye from most parents, right leg tapping furiously. Her arms were folded comfortably over her middle, and she was chewing on her lip. Her eyes darted towards you, and she gave you a shy wave.

Shit. You hadn't realized in your curiosity that you'd actually turned your head all the way and were now staring at her. You ducked your head, giving an embarrassed 'hi'.

Robin seemed to be opening her mouth to say something, but it snapped shut when the teacher, with a very dinosaur-like face and cat-eye glasses, cleared her throat in a shrill and exaggerated manner. She began calling out names, and you let out a quiet breath.

You were now hypervigilant about how often you glanced at her, cheeks warming every time she caught your gaze. It wasn't panic that flared up in your stomach, but you weren't sure what else to name it. Excitement, perhaps?

"Buckley, Robin."

"Here!" Your seatmate raised her hand, and upon further inspection, you noted the chipped black paint on her nails. Her fingers and wrist were adorned with silver jewelry. It waved, and shit.

She caught you again. Your head whipped back towards the front, and you could have sworn you heard a quiet laugh.

. . .

"Today's the day, Pop."

Your head fell back, a groan paving the way for an exhausted laugh.

Robin had given you the nickname Pop a month into school, after she'd made a comment that you, like Mary Poppins, were "practically perfect in every way". You'd laughed it off and rolled your eyes, spending the rest of the day desperately praying nobody asked why you were smiling to yourself.

It was October now, temperature dropping rapidly and making way for snow season. So every time Robin trudged into class her cheeks and nose were tinged pink, making your staring problem- which Robin had long since told you she picked up on and teased you for- much worse.

"Don't remind me." You sighed, grinning.

"Wonder how she'll do it." Robin scooted her chair in, folding her arms over the desk and resting her chin on them. "Arrange partners, I mean."

You shrugged. "I just hope I don't get stuck with Carol."

"Ooh, yeah. You'll get stuck doing the entire project." Robin agreed.

"Hem hem!" You winced at the sound. Robin snickered, hiding her face in the crook of her arms to stifle the noise.

The teacher droned on and on about what you assumed was the relevance of the project, how it would impact your grade, and how she would be grading it. You didn't hear, Robin was making faces to mimic your fossil of a teacher.

"You'll be working with your seatmates, and no, there'll be no exceptions."

Your ears perked at that. You and Robin looked at each other in sync.

Robin's face, though it was excited, had a strange undertone of shock. Like she'd just realized something; what it was you had no clue.

"Guess you didn't get Carol after all." Robin smiled, but it didn't quite meet her eyes. She looked a little panicked, actually.

"Thank God." You rolled your eyes, then glanced at the clock. "There's no way we're going to get this done by Monday."

Robin was looking over the material. "Yeah, definitely not."

"We're gonna have to meet up over the weekend, when works for you?"

Robin looked up abruptly. "Sunday," she blurted out after a second.

Sunday.

. . .

You shouldn't have spent as much time as you did standing in front of your mirror, glancing at the clock and then back at your hair.

You'd spent the entire morning cleaning your house, checking and re-checking if your room looked appropriate for company. You had your books and papers laid out neatly over your comforter, finding nothing else and everything to fuss over.

When the doorbell rang, you leapt from your seat, nearly slipping on the hardwood floor as you scrambled.

When you opened the door, Robin gave you a wave. That same awkward wave she'd given you on the first day of school. Your heart fluttered.

"Brought us a little pick-me-up." She held up a plastic bag in the other hand.

"You're a lifesaver." You stepped aside to let her in, blinking at the proximity as she passed you. She was actually in your house. You thought you might shit yourself.

You led her to your room, sitting awkwardly on your bed as she stood looking around, taking short steps as she took in your posters and pictures and furniture. You watched her, trying to gauge a reaction. Did she think your wallpaper color was immature? Was there dust on a picture frame you'd forgotten to swipe off?

When she glanced over at you, you expected her to make a joke but instead she winked.

You certainly weren't expecting that.

Robin laughed at your stunned reaction, sitting down next to you. "Sorry Pop, force of habit." Her head was ducked, curtained by chestnut hair. She ruffled it, tsking.

You cleared your throat, reaching for the plastic bag she'd left on the nightstand. "So, what'd you get?"

It turned out Robin had gotten coffees. While you sipped yours happily while you worked, you noticed Robin pursing her lips and scrunching her nose every time she took a sip. You wondered why she got coffee if she didn't like it, but didn't press.

Speaking of work, you made very slow progress. Your conversation went off topic a few too many times, too busy laughing and too engaged in stories to work and talk simultaneously. At some point you'd abandoned the project completely, lying side by side on your bed and staring at the ceiling.

"So you've never had your first kiss?"

You frowned. What's so bad about that?

She caught on immediately, shaking her hands. "Not that that's a bad thing! It's just, you're really pretty, so that's a little hard to believe, you don't just have guys lining up?"

You were fidgeting with your fingers. "Technically... okay, you cannot tell anyone."

Robin rolled over on her stomach, chin resting in her palm.

"When I was little, probably seven or eight, I made friends with this girl at the park. I didn't know her, I don't even remember her name, but she was really nice. She had so many band-aids on her legs, and she wore this old baseball cap with a smiley face on it. Anyways, us being dumb little kids, we kissed under the slide. It was more of a peck, really, and she ran away as soon as we did it. I never saw her again. But anyway, I don't know if I really count that as a first kiss, because I was so young and it obviously wasn't a romantic thing.."

Your voice trailed off when you noticed Robin's expression. Her jaw was hung open, and she wasn't blinking.

"Robin?" You asked, voice hushed and tense, but she didn't speak. She sat up, rigid in her movement, and walked slowly out of the bedroom, hands folded over her mouth.

The reality of what you'd just confessed hit you like a truck. You told her you'd kissed a girl. Even with how much you padded it over by saying it happened when you were young and stupid and that it meant nothing, fact was fact and if it gets told to one wrong person, it can get warped and twisted into some predatory lie and you could end up kicked out of the house and getting beat up behind grocery stores.

One minute passed. Two, three. Finally you couldn't stand the silence and hauled yourself onto your feet.

Robin was standing just outside the door, leaned against the hallway wall with her arms crossed, one hand picking at her lip. Her head jerked to look at you, cheeks paled despite the warm light from your bedroom washing over her normally honey skin.

Your hand was shaking on the doorknob, lips chapped as you opened them to speak. "I know what it sounds like-"

"You remember the hat?"

Your brows furrowed. "Huh?"

Robin shuffled past you, reaching elbow-deep into her backpack until she tugged out a tattered old snapback with a very familiar yellow stitching on the front.

Your jaw fell open. You looked, dumbfounded, between her face, equally awestruck, and the hat.

"That was you?"

Robin nodded. "That was me."

You smiled, even if only out of anxiety. "You ran away from your first kiss."

"Hey, you surprised me!" Robin threw her hands in the air. She was smiling again, ruffling her hair and shaking her head. She turned to you, who was sat back on the bed now. "Anyways, you don't even consider that a first kiss."

You shrugged. "I didn't like you then."

"But you like me now, eh Pop?"

You froze. Robin laughed, flopping back down onto the mattress. "Kidding, kidding."

But she was still chewing her lip, ducking her head down so that her hair shielded her face. You stared at her rifling through papers, resifting as though she herself didn't know what she was looking for.

"Robin."

She looked up, the most bashful you'd ever seen her.

Your body acted on its own. Your lips caught hers in a moment of reckless abandon. Briefly, before panic settled in, and you began to draw away, but a hand on the back of your neck pulled you back in.

The world around you seemed to fade, the only thing going through your racing mind was the shock of your own actions. The fact that you were actually kissing her.

When you broke the kiss, she chased after you, forehead rested against yours. Her eyes were still closed as though scared to open them, breaths held. Her hand was shaking against your skin.

When they did open, they were wide and terrified. You winked at her, and they softened, laugh lines closing around her eyelids.

The silence was deafening. She rested her face in your shoulder. It wasn't until she started giggling that she looked up.

"What's so funny?"

"I didn't run away this time." She grinned.

"Good for you, Robin." You rolled your eyes, pressing another chaste kiss to her lips.

You sat there for a moment, just staring into each other's eyes, fingers tracing over hair and jawlines. That is, until Robin jumped, clapping her hands against her thighs.

"The project! Shit, it's so late!"

Shit.

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she giggled. “get back on top of me, woman!” and god, the sound of her laughter, you could never say no to it. you straddled her waist, grabbing her chin delicately and leaning down to kiss her. innocent, but passionate. full of promises. it only accelerated when robin reached around and squeezed your ass. you pulled back with a gasp. “you’re gonna pay for that.” you tried to sound sexy and threatening, but her smile was too contagious.

“yes, please…” she chuckled, and then yelped when you sucked a hickey into her neck. “i have work tomorrow!”

you pulled away from her neck with a shrug. “guess you’re just gonna have to call in sick.” you leaned back down and kissed the mark you left, down her neck as your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. you touched her through her underwear, and chuckled a bit. “how are you wet already? i thought i was in for a night of serious work…” you teased as you delicately dipped a finger inside of her. she wrapped her arms around your neck, arching her back into you.

“because…jesus christ, babe…” she was interrupted by you finding her sweet spot with ease, every time. she groaned at the feeling of you two fingers deep, with your thumb pressing circles onto her clit. she nipped at your ear. “you’re really fucking hot when you take care of me, you know that?” she smiled. “you go into this super sexy mother bear protector mode-“

“are you seriously comparing me to a bear while i’m inside of you?” you raised an eyebrow, picking up the pace of your fingers pumping in and out. she clung to you, her fingernails digging into your shoulders.

“in a good way.” she answered breathlessly. “i’m gonna-“

“i know babe, i’ve got you.” you told her, looking into those blue eyes and wanting to give her everything. “i always got you.”

she reached her release and squeezed your arms, trying to catch her breath. you kissed her cheek and rolled off of her, brushing the sweat off of her forehead. when you were grabbing washcloths from the bedside drawer, she pulled you underneath her. “jesus christ, robin!” you squealed. “you have, like, horny strength.”

Basking in the end of the day sunlight, the long grass tickles your shins as you walk across the slanted hill to find the perfect spot to dry off after a little dip to your knees in the creek to wash off the afternoon’s berry basket foraging.

It wasn’t golden hour, yet the lively green foliage of sporadic elms and oaks around you glowed with a honey halo from the horizon-approaching sun. It made your eyelids turn amber, closing them after losing yourself in the clouds, making pictures of swirling cotton whisked away by this gentle end of summer breeze that seemed to lull you to sleep with its hushed sweeping whispers through the green.

“A bunny-!” one fair freckled arm extends upwards, a bright berry juice stained finger pointing high for you to look above.

Your head lifts from the sleeve of Robin’s cotton dress, finding yourself resting upon her warm shoulder as the ground cooled your back. Eyes open in a squint before focusing on the shape of a thin hare stretched across the atmosphere, chuckling to yourself in a sleepy mumble as you nuzzle your cheek back against the billowy fabric.

“I see it,” you smile with eyes closed, feeling blissfully content as the sun’s heat poured over your skin like a blanket fresh from the laundry.

“Don’t go to sleep now,” giggles the young woman, taking another berry from the basket that was meant for tonight’s dessert. “You’ll miss the sunset.”

“I’m not sleeping,” you lie through raspberry stained lips, draping an arm and leg over Robin’s lounging body in a lazy affectionate hold, feeling unusually and expressively grateful for the day you had spent together.

“I just feel so good right now,” you sigh.

The hand that pops the fruit in her mouth comes down to your thigh, her soft thumb brushing gentle circles on skin where your long skirt hitched up. She chuckles from her throat as she chews on the firm tart texture, then turns to kiss your forehead, a shared unspoken reciprocation of appreciation of fortunate weather and time well spent with the person whose company you loved most.

“Y’know,” you giggle, speaking up again, making the girl grin before you could even tell her what was making you laugh.

“When we were in the water just now…

I could totally see down your bodice.”

Robin’s cackling laugh continues until her voice turns low with her chin to her chest, a strawberry blush tints her paint flecked cheeks as she tries to look at your face.

“Oh? Liked what you saw?”

“Mhm,” you start to wake, not that tired anymore after the image of her low dipping neckline the only thing you could manage to think of in that pretty head of yours. The way her uncupped chest curved as he bent over to dip her hands in the cool water, rinsing away berry juice and little leaves and bits that came along when you plucked from the bushes.

“How’s your butt?” Robin’s hand starts roaming further up your thigh, now hidden away under the patchy grass stain on your dress from when you fell earlier.

“M’fine,” you shrug, more annoyed than in pain now.

The memory of you slipping and nearly rolling down the steep knoll in front of the girl hurt more than the accident. Robin was usually the clumsy one, you would’ve been staring at her chest through wet linen if you hadn’t caught her hand back at the creek,

“We can ice it tonight,” her palm lovingly soothes over the spot with gentle care.

“Want me to check if there’s a bruise?” She comes to her knees, making you roll onto your back and watch her bunch up her hemline in fists over knees that walk around your lounging figure between the sugar smelling white and pink clovers.

Robin adorned the aforementioned flower, the long stem you placed resting on a double pierced ear still tucked between a lowering head of chin length dirty blonde locks as you watched her pinch at the fabric of your dress and lift.

She hums inquisitively at first, inspecting the back of your thigh, your lower half twisted with both knees to the side. With arms stretching above your head like a cat as you wake more, you giggle at her sudden silence and the dropping parachute of your flowy skirt.

You mischievously bite your lower lip at the sudden rosy flush across her visage, letting it go as arms return to your side after swimming through the surrounding grass.

“How’s it looking, Doc?”

“Ah…. No bruise,” Robin confirms with a nod of her head and a silent clearing of her throat. Her steel blue eyes narrow, climbing up your body before they meet your gaze.

“- but you’re not wearing any underwear, missy.”

The look you give her, playful act of false modesty,

Oh, I know,

as knees separate to plant feet flat amidst the spongy earth as if it were a firm mattress.

Legs spread open, your flowy dress draping over what Robin now knows lay bare and exposed. She crawls up your body, giving you a sweet and fresh fruit tasting kiss. Teeth clash over teeth, nose brushing over nose as you both grin so stupidly,

“You’re incorrigible-” Robin tells you, beginning to slide down your front with kisses to your bosom as her hands lift up your dress once more.

“Absolutely wicked… insouciant-“

“Mm,” you close your eyes with a light giggle, returning to that warm amber vision as you feel her start to kiss down your inner thigh, bunching the dress over your waist.

“-love it when a little French slips off your tongue.”

“Not the only thing you love about my tongue,” Robin playfully retorts, arms hooking under thighs as she lays her belly on the clovers.

You feel her breathy laugh on your exposed sex, gasping in tiny breaths at the feel of fingers that plucked berries and reached for clouds parted you open slightly, enough room for her stained lips to press against that needy bud for a kiss that has your body buzzing.

Robin always started slow, savoring each drop of your arousal that spilled whenever she touched you like this.

As she continues to latch on, her ears fill with the sounds of orchestrated moans and cries from you that mix with the melody of nearby songbirds.

Robin hums into your core and every single nerve in your body buzzes like the cicadas in the trees, panting for her not to stop, please don’t stop.

With a hand smoothing down her tousled waves, your other one reaches for the basket nearby, grabbing a few sun warmed blueberries that pop on your tongue with sweet and sour as your teeth mash the firm bodies.

Head thrown back in the grass, your vision blurs and blends the slow seeping watercolor sky of orange spice and dark lavender.

You find yourself seeing shooting stars in apricot clouds, the breeze cooling the sweat on your skin as Robin lowers both of your legs to join your heads together once more, licking the smashed berry juice off the corner of your mouth before sultry speaking into your ear with a raspy, breathy whine,

“Tu ne veux pas me goûter aussi,

“Steeeeeeve,” Robin whined, tilting her head so her cheek was smushed against your shoulder. She wrapped her arms further across your chest. “I thought we were best friends.”

“We are best friends -- that doesn’t mean I don’t need my own space.”

“So you can have a man cave,” she replied, voice rising an octave in that way that always meant she was making fun of him. 

“Really, Robin? You just--”

“Hey guys,” a sudden familiar voice called along with the chime of the bell as the door opened and Eddie burst through. “I brought the kid.” He spun halfway, pointing a finger at a teenager who was trailing behind him. 

“‘The kid.’ Really?” the boy deadpanned, giving Eddie an unamused look.

“Henderson!” Steve grinned, his mood immediately improving. He fidgeted like he was going to run over to him but instead leaned over the other side of the counter. Robin pulled her legs out of your grip to twist around. 

“What am I, chop liver?” Eddie demanded, shooting him a wink when the other man rolled his eyes before going to poke him in the ribs.

“Hey,” Robin greeted the kid. 

“Hey,” the kid, nodding his head at her, then his gaze quickly snapped to you peeking over her shoulder. “Holy shit,” he said with an endearing lisp. “Is this the…”

“Yep, this is my…”

“Hi,” you raised an awkward hand. 

“Holy shit, hi!” he perked up, grinning from ear to ear. The corners of his mouth curled into dimples, the skin around his eyes crinkling with the intensity of his smile. The decision that you liked this kid was instantaneous. 

He took a big step closer to the counter and reached a hand over it. 

“I’m Dustin, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he shot Robin an intentional look, then glanced back at you. You ducked around Robin to take his hand, smirking when he gave it a firm, business-like shake. 

“Nice to meet you too.”

“Why is this just now happening?” he demanded, glancing around the room. 

Steve gave a vague shrug, Eddie smirked slyly as he leaned onto Steve’s shoulder, and Robin said, “We’ve just been a little busy, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh,” Dustin said around another smaller grin, eyes twinkling as he looked back at you. “Awesome.”

“Henderson quit staring, you creep.”

“Wha-- I’m not staring--” He dodged as Steve suddenly lunged around the counter for him. The older boy dropped a hand onto the top of Dustin’s baseball cap and gave him a friendly shove before ducking away from the kid’s elbows. Eddie was watching them with his arms crossed and a love-drunk grin on his face that you knew he probably would have denied with his life if anyone dared to bring it up. 

“Oh my god, they’re adorable,” you whispered to Robin, turning to face her and draping your arms over her shoulders. Her eyelids fluttered half-closed as she smirked at you. 

“You’re adorable.”

“Shut up,” you tucked your nose behind her ear, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo. 

“Holy shit!” Dustin suddenly yelled, voice cracking. You lifted your head and Robin turned hers to find him staring at you. “You guys totally have to come skating with us on Friday.”

There was a chorus of “What? No,” “Skating, you guys are going skating?” and “I can’t skate -- I can barely even walk,” the last one belonging to the girl whose legs were wrapped around your hips. 

“Come on,” Dustin groaned, obviously lacking the patience required to deal with any answer but ‘yes.’ “Guys, it’ll be so fun. El wants to go before they all head back to California, so that means it would actually be really rude to say no. Besides," he added, waving a hand at you. "She can meet the rest of the party there. You guys can't just keep her all to yourselves forever." 

"Uh, last I checked she’s a free person," Robin said with mock pleasantness and her own eyebrow raised. 

"Alright, fine," Dustin replied, somehow sounding like a parent who was ending an argument he knew he could win. You couldn't help but wonder who this kid was. He was kind of great. "But my argument still stands." 

Then, horrifyingly, he looked to you, his lips curling into that adorable grin. 

"So, you wanna come skating this weekend?" 

"Uh," you hummed, glancing at Robin. She just stared back at you with what you thought might be an expression high on fondness. "Sure," you decided even though you weren't actually sure. "Why not?" 

"Robin might fall and crack her big head open," Steve said in answer to your rhetorical question. 

“Uh, for your information, I actually have an average-sized head, thank you very much.”

Eddie snorted.  

“I mean, if that’s okay,” you ignored the theatrics you were more than used to by now and looked at Robin. You didn’t want to pressure her into anything, and you also didn’t want to just waltz yourself right into her friend group if she didn’t want you to.  

But Robin smiled softly. Always soft, always sweet like springtime.

 “If you’re game,” she shrugged. “I’m game. You’ll just have to keep me from cracking my perfectly average-sized head head open,” she hooked her arms around your waist with a smirk. 

“Oh, you guys are so cute,” Dustin said, and you both turned around to find him grinning at you. 

“Shut up, nerd,” Robin said even though she was smiling too. She reached over to give him a little shove to keep up appearances. 

“So, six o’clock?” he looked expectantly around the room. 

“Yeah, sure,” Steve grumbled, and everyone else nodded in agreement. 

“Cool, cool…. So, I’m also gonna need a ride--”

“Oh, me too,” Robin raised a hand. 

“Oh my god!”

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The roller rink in Hawkins was, in almost every way, about as fancy as you’d expect. It was almost always empty during weekdays and crowded during weekends when kids had off school and parents were looking for a way to get them out of the house. It was dark, the floor was cracked in a few places, and the roller skates were likely older than all of you combined. You were pretty sure your parents had used the same skates you were using now, and as you carried the worn leather back to an equally worn cushioned seat just outside the skating area, you half expected a wheel to pop off or something. 

You’d arrived before the rest of the kids. You, Robin, and Dustin had all piled into Steve’s car earlier that evening. Dustin, taking the passenger seat, had ranted about the grade he’d gotten on his science project and how he was being “cheated for all I’m worth, Steve. Cheated.” Then he changed the tone by bragging about how well Suzie had done on her own project. 

“Suzie?” you asked, wondering if she was one of the kids you’d be meeting tonight. 

“Dustin’s girlfriend,” Robin teasingly provided. 

“Yeah,” Dustin said, grinning dreamily. “She’s great. She lives in Utah, though, so we made this whole radio system to communicate. Way easier than using a phone, and this way we know no one can listen in on our conversations.”

“Ew,” Steve muttered. 

“It’s not ‘ew,’ it’s romantic.”

“Sounds pretty ‘ew’ to me.”

“Oh, there it is,” Robin leaned between the seats to point at the turn in the road. “Pay attention, Steve.”

“I am, Jesus, would you sit back down?”

With a smirk, Robin flopped herself back into her seat. As Steve turned into the parking lot, Robin gave you a fond smile. It lit up her face like a spring morning, all sunshine and birdsong, and you felt something unbearably warm bloom between your ribs. 

Clambering out of Steve's car, you’d all rushed inside to get your skates, Dustin leading the way like he owned the place and chatting with the employees eagerly -- even when they were less than eager to talk to him. Steve had rolled his eyes about five times since getting inside, but there was a constant spark in them. You were pretty sure he loved this kid, and you were also sure that it made sense. Steve, at his very core, was loving -- even when he was trying very hard not to be. 

You and Robin had just sat down next to each other when a familiar puff of brown hair popped up in the crowd of pre-teens and parents who had already filled the building. When he caught sight of you, Eddie waved dramatically, and then he spun in a circle to herd a group of kids toward the front desk. Behind him, a large man in a floral shirt had his arm slung around a tiny woman in a beige jacket and following them was another group of kids. 

“Jesus, you guys weren’t kidding. How many children does Steve know?”

Robin looked at you and grinned. 

“Hey, oh my god!” Dustin called, hopping excitedly as two boys ran up to tackle him in a group hug. From the back of the crowd, another boy appeared and raced towards the pile, throwing his skinny arms around his friends. You watched them with a vague smile on your face. 

What happened next was chaos. Between the crowd of strangers and the crowd of children, you felt like you were drowning in faces as Dustin, Robin, and Steve all tried to introduce you at different times to different people. But after only a few moments, the group seemed to realize that there was a newcomer among them. 

“Everybody shut up!” Dustin shrilly yelled. 

“Dustin, Jesus Christ,” a dark-haired boy muttered, face scrunched in annoyance. 

“Okay,” Dustin said, ignoring him. “Everyone, this is Y/N. She’s Robin’s… friend. Y/N, this is Mike,” he pointed to the dark-haired boy, who gave you a grimace in place of a smile. “Lucas,” he pointed to the boy next to Mike, who smiled and nodded. “And Will.” Last in line, Will murmured a shy, “Nice to meet you.”

Then Dustin stretched up on his tip-toes to peer over the crowd. “Max! Eleven! Erica!” 

“Jesus, would you stop yelling,” Mike insisted, and Lucas laughed to himself. 

Three girls appeared out of the crowd, two of them looking like they were ready to kick someone’s ass. 

“What the hell do you want, nerd,” the smallest of them snarked. 

“I want to introduce you to someone, so could you be pleasant and or agreeable for once in your life? This is Y/N, she’s Robin’s friend.”

“Hi,” you offered, trying to seem as disarming as possible. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The girl narrowed her eyes at you. “Hi. I’m Erica,” she finally said, looking you up and down. 

“Hello,” the girl next to her said in a soft but clear voice. “I’m El. It is nice to meet you,” she held out a hand, and you took it with a gentle shake. She seemed sweet. 

“This is Max,” she said, tilting her shoulders to make room for a redhead who was eyeing you warily. 

“You’re Robin’s friend?” Max said, and you got the sense that this was some sort of test. 

“Yeah,” you replied simply, and the girl only nodded. 

“Alright,” Steve clapped his hands together. “Now that that’s done, everybody get your skates before they run out. Come on, chop-chop everybody, let’s go!”

You watched as Steve slipped into what Robin had warned you was “Mom Mode” as he herded all the kids towards the back of the room to pick up their skates. 

“Hi,” the small woman greeted you, stepping around the man in the colorful shirt. She smiled as she offered you her hand, and kindness radiated from every inch of her. “I’m Joyce, Will and El’s mom. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you replied, instantly feeling comfortable. 

“I know things can be a little crazy around here,” she glanced around the roller rink. “But you let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” you said, feeling a bit of your mask chip away as you began to feel more at ease. Maybe meeting new people wasn’t as scary as you’d been led to believe your whole life. Maybe you’d just never met the right people. 

“Should we get this show on the road?” Robin said, appearing close to your side. 

“Let’s do it,” you murmured. “Just promise you won’t break any bones, okay?”

“‘Course not. You’re here to look after me, right?” she replied, voice sugar-sweet. All you could do was nod, your mouth opening uselessly. Robin shrugged as she backed towards the seat. “Then I’ll be fine.”

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“Keep your knees bent. Knees bent, Steve -- fucking Christ.”

“Shut up, Henderson,” Steve hollered back as best he could without toppling himself over. He looked like a baby deer on ice. You’d started calling him Bambi and he’d threatened to never drive you anywhere ever again. Robin laughed so hard she’d nearly fallen over, and you’d had to grab her under the armpits to stop her from hitting the deck. Then Steve laughed so hard he did fall over, and Dusin had to take several prolonged minutes to catch his breath and wipe the tears from his eyes when the whole ordeal was over. 

You grinned as you passed Steve, who squinted his eyes at you in a way that suggested if he didn’t have wheels strapped to his feet, you’d be in a headlock right about now. It also probably helped that you were the main reason Robin wasn’t on her ass. In her words, “I’ve got about as much coordination as a newborn giraffe. Probably less.” She hadn’t let go of your hand since you’d entered the rink, her knuckles white and her palm sweaty. It was probably one of the few places, you realized, where the two of you could hold hands like this without getting odd looks. Plenty of people were helping each other stay upright -- it hardly mattered that you and Robin were touching. 

It was nice. God, it was nice -- even when you were both sweaty, and the rink was crowded, and Robin looked like she was doing the monster mash trying to keep herself balanced. You giggled at the thought. 

“What?” she managed to look at you without tripping over her own feet. 

“You look adorable,” you murmured, leaning to bump your forehead on her shoulder because outright kissing her like you wanted to wouldn’t have gone down well. 

“You look adorable,” she shot back, wrinkling her nose with a grin. “Also, how are you so good at this?”

You shrugged. “I’ve got good balance.”

Risking life and limb, Robin skated closer until she was nearly pressed against your side. 

“My girlfriend’s multi-talented,” she whispered in your ear, wiggling her eyebrows when you looked up at her. You tried to keep yourself from burning up. 

“I have to pee,” you suddenly said. 

Robin looked at you for a moment, then glanced around. “I, uh, guess I should help you to the bathroom, right?”

“I mean… Peeing on wheels is dangerous business.”

Her eyes lit up with the realization followed by a mischievous smile, and then she was pulling you towards the rink’s exit, ignoring the other skaters as they dodged around you. 

“Hey,” you heard a familiar voice call. You tilted your heels and spun around. 

“Holy shit,” Robin muttered, grabbing onto your arm in alarm -- as if she’d be able to hold you up. No, the gesture was more like a commitment to going down with you. 

“So what, you guys’re just gonna leave me?” Steve yelled, and then his arms flew up as the effort of yelling nearly knocked him on his ass for the dozenth time that night. 

“Bathroom,” you yelled back, pointing towards the door in the corner of the large room. “Besides, Dustin’s taking great care of you.”

“Finally,” the kid announced. “Some of the respect I deserve. I like her,” he turned to Steve. “She’s way better than you.”

“Oh, oh really, okay,” Steve muttered, pulling a face before dodging sideways and trying to push Dustin over. The younger boy yelled, but he was grinning. You smiled after them, and when you turned to find Robin again, she was watching you, something soft and distinctly happy on her face. 

“So, uh… bathroom?” you murmured. 

“Oh, uh… yes. Bathroom,” she replied. 

It was more of an ordeal than you’d expected, getting inside the small room without being dismembered by the sink or beheaded by the stall doors. The slight slope in the floor was enough to make you unsteady, and Robin, her cheeks flushed red, looked like she was seriously considering the possibilities of an afterlife. But you managed, mostly by holding onto each other in a death grip. You were surprised neither of you had lost an eye by the time you determined that the bathroom was empty. 

And as soon as you did that, you found your back against the wall. Robin was holding onto the sink -- the only reason she’d been able to push you backward -- and she was smiling at your lips. With eyes half-lidded and breath coming in short puffs that moved the strands of her frizzy hair, she leaned forward and kissed you. Her lips were hot and soft, and they tasted like the chapstick you kept in your work apron. You hummed, wrapping an arm around her neck. 

“I,” she said, ducking back slightly. You opened your eyes to look into her soft blue ones. “I probably smell really bad right now. Like, a serious B.O. situation going on--”

You laughed, quickly shaking your head. 

“No, no -- you just… you smell like you. Good,” you clarified. “You smell good…” Inching your nose into her hair, you managed to convince her. 

“I’m so glad you exist,” she whispered against your cheek. “And that you’re, like, a goddess on skates, because otherwise I’m pretty sure I’d be dead by now.”

“Oof,” you winced, leaning back enough that you could smile, but not so far that your noses couldn’t touch. “‘A goddess?’ I don’t know…”

“I do. It’s definitely hot.”

You breathed out a small laugh, glancing at your feet, at the way Robin’s leg had braced against your thigh. You didn’t know what to say, so you lifted your hands to the waistband of her shorts, letting them play with the belt loops before sliding your fingers gently up her waist. 

Eyes wandering slowly across your face, she’d just opened her mouth when there was a sudden noise from outside the bathroom. Pushing off of you, Robin spun in a circle like a rabbit caught in a trap. Acting on instinct, you reached out and caught her with one hand while flipping on the sink with the other -- just in time for Joyce to round the corner. 

“Take it easy,” you said. “If the floor gets wet, we’re gonna have even bigger problems…” Laughing anxiously, you nodded toward the soap dispenser. 

“Oh… oh right,” realization flitted across her face and she reached around you to stick her hands under the stream of water. She was still unsteady, though, and you grabbed her waist with both hands, this time just to steady her. Turning over your shoulder, you glanced at Joyce. 

“You both are braver than me,” she said, smirking kindly. “Could never get me on a pair of those things. Not anymore…”

You smiled, the panic rushing out of your body. 

“Yeah, it’s… an acquired skill,” you managed. 

“I haven’t acquired it,” Robin added, and then she stiffened as she almost lost her balance again. Your hold on her waist kept her from falling. 

“Well, it seems like you’re both doing great,” Joyce said, smiling again before ducking into a stall. You let out a breath as you turned to glance at Robin. Nothing was said, but you both could see it in each other’s eyes, how close of a call that had been. Even though Joyce seemed nice, you didn’t want to take any chances. At the very least, you didn’t want to have to try and explain what you and Robin had between each other to anyone else. It was yours, and you wanted to keep it that way. 

“Ready?” you breathed, hand sliding around to the small of her back -- more of a comforting gesture than anything. Maybe for her, maybe for you. 

“Yeah,” she nodded, grabbing your hand. She gave it a squeeze and a little shake, and it made your insides feel just as good as when she kissed you. Everything Robin did made you feel loved. 

Which even included having to hold her tall frame up as you both wobbled your way out of the bathroom. 

“We're lucky no one’s lost an eye,” she said.

“I was just thinking that,” you laughed and held her hand tighter. 

“Heya,” a voice droned past you, and you looked up in time to see Eddie spin on his wheels and coast backward, two cans of soda in hand. “How’s it going, nerds?”

“This is what happens when he hangs out with Erica. He gets even more annoying than usual,” Robin explained, leaning into you so she didn’t have to yell over the music and clatter of skates. 

“Ouch?” Eddie announced, clutching a hand to his chest. 

“We’re good,” you said, ignoring Robin with a smirk. “Well, we almost died in the bathroom, but other than that.”

“Oh, the bathroom, eh? And of course, you needed a partner for that perilous journey…”

“Exactly.”

“Didn’t you hear the part about us almost dying?” Robin said, wobbling again. “If it wasn’t for her I’m pretty sure you’d have to wheel me out on a gurney.”

“Uh-huh,” Eddie squinted, but then he lifted his hands and shrugged. “As long as you’re being safe.”

“Shut up,” you grinned, rolling your eyes. 

A smile tugged at Eddie’s lips, and then he was whipping around and hooking his arm over your shoulder, holding the opened soda can up and out of the way enough that, when a few splashes escaped, they landed on the floor and not on you as he pulled you into him a planted a kiss on your cheek. 

“Take care of our girl, hot wheels,” he said, and then he was coasting away, lifting a can in parting without even looking back. 

“He’s such a dork.” Robin announced. 

“He’s a total sweetheart,” you replied. She looked over at you, then smiled. 

“Whaddya say, hot wheels. Should we hit the floor?”

“Well, let’s not hit it too hard.” 

Robin’s face scrunched with a grin and she nuzzled her adorably wrinkled nose into your ear before tugging you toward the rink. 

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“So, do you like, skate a lot?”

“Well, not a lot. I used to, when I was younger, but not as much anymore.”

“You’re pretty good at it.”

“Thanks,” you smiled softly. 

The redhead -- Max, you were pretty sure her name was -- had reluctantly worked her way over to you. Robin was in your line of sight, waving occasionally from the center where she and Steve were skating in smaller circles. Erica was with them, coaching them better than any gym teacher you’d ever seen and, even though they both made sure to very loudly voice their complaints, it was actually helping. Steve hadn’t fallen for a solid ten minutes now, and Robin was finally looking less like a falling tree. You thought maybe Erica seemed proud -- when she was sure neither Robin nor Steve was looking. 

You’d stayed on the outside, coasting leisurely while watching the people skating around you. In the crowd, you recognized friends and strangers alike, and people that fell somewhere between the two. You’d thought the kid had maybe been watching you, but you weren’t sure until she came racing by, hitting the brakes moments before sailing past you. Her first few sentences had been awkward -- stilted, like she hadn’t really decided that she wanted to do this but was doing it anyway. You tried to seem casual enough that she wouldn’t feel weird about it and found yourself letting out a breath when she relaxed into easy conversation. 

“You definitely seem to know what you’re doing,” you said. “Do you skate a lot?”

“I skateboard.”

“Oh, cool!” you grinned. “I don’t think I’d be very good.”

“It just takes practice. I was pretty shit at it when I first started,” she shrugged. Then, very hesitantly. “I don’t know, you seem pretty average on wheels. It probably wouldn’t take you long to pick it up.”

“Do you skate at that bank in the park?”

“Yeah,” another hesitation. She glanced at you. “I could teach you sometime if you wanted. I mean, I’m not a teacher or anything,” she added in a rush, icing out her fluster with indifference. “But I could show you the basics or whatever.”

“Really?” you grinned wider. “Yeah, okay. Cool.”

“Cool,” Max nodded. Then, with an almost surprised glance in your direction, she skated off, catching up with Lucas, who gave her a mock shove in the shoulder. She grabbed his shoulders and pretended to shake him before he ducked out of her grip. Someone grabbed onto your shoulder. You turned around and Robin was there.

“Holy shit, that was exceptional. She, like, has this whole thing going on where she likes to seem all tough and it makes her pretend she doesn’t like anyone even when she does.”

“I like her,” you said. Robin smiled. 

“Me too. She--”

“Robin!” Steve yelled from across the room, voice raising in both volume and octave as he flailed toward you.

She took a breath to yell something back -- probably “What are you yelling for so loud, dingus, can’t you use your inside voice” -- when Steve, half hunched over in a desperate attempt to not fall, pointed frantically toward the ceiling.

Robin’s eyebrows furrowed. “What--”

“Robin,” you gasped, grabbing her arm. 

“Would someone kindly tell me what on Earth is-- Oh my god!”

“ABBA!” Steve yelled. 

“ABBA,” she yelled back, grabbing your arm as Mamma Mia blared over the speakers. 

“You can’t not dance to ABBA, but I might genuinely die so hold onto me, okay?”

You laughed, readjusting your grip on her enough that she didn’t faceplant as she began to wiggle around.

“Mamma Mia,” she sang, spinning around so she could face you head-on. You gripped her hands tightly. 

“Here I go again--”

“Woah, careful!”

“My, my, how can I resist you.”

“Mamma Mia,” Steve joined, coasting by -- nearly crashing into the wall.

“Does it show again, just how much I missed you.” Steve circled behind you as the two of them sang. You couldn’t stop smiling if you tried.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie muttered as he slowly skated by. “This is truly a sad sight to see.”

Very slyly, you shot him a look. Then, throwing an arm around Robin’s shoulder, you sang nearly as loud as her and Steve.

“Yes, I've been brokenhearted. Blue since the day we parted. Why, why did I ever let you go?”

“Not you too.”

You just kept on singing, much to the delight of Steve, who seemed to be especially enjoying Eddie’s misery at the choice of music.

“It’s a roller rink, man,” Steve argued, shrugging. He’d gotten pretty decent on the skates, much to Eddie’s dismay. Less ammo. “They’re gonna play disco music.”

“Whatever. Just focus on not breaking your neck, okay Harrington.”

"Oh my god, do you think they'll play Dancing Queen?" he asked Robin. 

"Eds, I can see the vein in your forehead popping."

"New girl, I need less of that and more--" he pulled a thinking face "--ehhh, emotional support. That's it." He hooked an arm around your neck. Robin had grabbed your hand. You hadn't noticed until now -- wondered if anyone else had. Didn't care. 

It surprised you, but it felt good. Your insides felt all indigo and warm air and flowers woven into a crown. The lights blinked in a meadow across the floor. You rested your hand on Eddie's arm and squeezed Robin's with the other. 

"I love you," Robin whispered, leaning closer. 

"Insufferable," Eddie said with a big roll of his eyes and a little tug of your shoulders. 

"Can you guys not hang off each other for like, five whole minutes?" a now familiar voice appeared just a moment before Dustin skated into view. 

"You know what, Henderson?" Eddie pushed off of you and slid over to grab Dustin by the shoulders. "I've always been impressed by how much gall you can pack into such a tiny body." 

"Ha ha." 

“Seriously, though, how do you not explode?”

“Hey.” Robin’s voice was close. You took a moment before you looked at her, shivering at the feeling of her words and the memory of her lips. Then you turned, buckling under the weight that she held in your mind -- entirely too much; perfectly enough. 

“Hey,” you replied, hushed, with a shy smile that you didn’t even think to control. Probably couldn’t, when it came to her. 

“You okay?” she asked. 

“Yeah,” you said. Then, “Well, almost.” You were getting tired, and your social battery had run out a while ago, and--

“It’s, like, really loud,” Robin said like she already knew everything you could ever tell her. Like she knew all the right ways to make it better. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, smiling. 

“You wanna get out of here?” she said -- dragged the words out slowly, glancing around, ocean blue eyes scanning the room before landing back on you. Always on you. 

How were you this lucky to be the one that she came back to? 

“Yeah,” you whispered, face aching. 

Robin was steadier than she’d been the entire night as she led you toward the carpet. Everyone else around you was a blur, blending into yellow and blue streaks of sound and light and all that was inconsequential. And in your hand, Robin’s had grown warm. And somehow that didn’t matter because all the people around you were just as inconsequential as the blur. Your hips brushed hers as you untied your laces with quietly hasty fingers. And that warmth that had been in your hand came radiating off of Robin’s body. You didn’t even need to lean into it, it permeated your whole atmosphere. 

The world felt so much smaller as you followed Robin to the booth at the back of the rink. The world felt just the right size. You left your skates on the counter, feeling unsteady now on your own two feet. But then Robin was there, always there, and her fingers were intertwining with yours, and you looked up at her and you knew without uncertainty that wherever you went in this life, however unsteady your feet grew, she’d always be there, and you’d always have just enough strength to find your way to her. 

The two of you had the whole world. 

And yet, it was sitting on a dumpster behind a run-down roller rink in nowhere Hawkins where you watched a sunset that felt too substantial to possibly be found anywhere else. 

“I like your friends.” You broke the silence that had started with “You want to get out of here?” and lasted long enough to watch the yellow sun bleed down into orange, and then pink, and then purple. The sky was indigo now. It felt like home draped over your heads -- like the world had made this millions of years ago just for you where you were now. Like it had been waiting all this time for you to find it. A million and nineteen-something years. 

“Oh.” Robin broke her own silence with a sigh. And with that, you were together -- a million and nineteen-something years in the making. “I’m glad,” she said. “I was irrationally afraid that you’d, like, totally hate them, or find out that they’re completely crazy and then decide you want to bail, or… something.” She chuckled nervously, her eyes finding yours, still reflecting the last bits of the sky’s color. 

The sunsets always lasted longer in Robin’s eyes. 

“There’s nothing,” you said like it was a full answer. Maybe it was. “There’s nothing that could ever make me want to bail, or… anything.”

You watched the tides of Robin’s eyes shift as she watched you -- ocean spray turning to dark waves and blue depths. And it was the same as the sound of crickets, far off from where you were now, away in the forest that had first held the two of you close, and it was the same as the buzz of the pavement settling under the indigo sky that held you now. Everywhere you went, there was something that knit you together. Here, outside a roller rink in nowhere Hawkins that was bursting at the seams with warmth and life and love, it was your lips. 

She didn’t always kiss you slowly, but when she did, it was often under the light of a sunset, or the beams of the moon, or the glow of pool lights settled just below the water. And when she did, you found it ineluctable in you to not reach forward and feel the reflections that had settled on her cheeks. She could make any sharp light soft. She made the roughness of your fingers feel alive and ancient until her freckles and your fingerprints became one and the same. 

“I’m glad you’re alive,” you said, eyelashes brushing her cheek. Robin smiled. 

“Right back at you, Earth girl,” she murmured. Reaching onto your lap, she sought out your hand and hooked your pinkies together. 

You took a deep breath. It was filled with the smell of asphalt and dirt and the berry shampoo in Robin’s hair. Pulling one leg up onto the dumpster and crossing it under the other, you leaned toward Robin until your temple rested on her shoulder. The sky was glowing, and the air smelled like summer. It felt like the whole world belonged to you -- like no one else was here. Like nothing else mattered beyond the connection between your pinkies. 

“‘M I interrupting something?”

Neither of you panicked at the familiar voice. Instead, you turned to find Eddie walking into the orbit of your world, his hands stuffed in his pockets and a soft smile on his face. 

“Don’t you usually,” Robin answered, lacking malice. 

“Hi, Eds,” you said because it felt right. 

“Mind if I sit?”

Robin shook her head a second before you did. Eddie hopped up next to her. 

“A dumpster. Romantic.”

“Said the guy who brought Steve that old sweatshirt like a cat dropping a dead bird on a porch.”

“Hey. That sweatshirt is a piece of Metallica history, Buckley, and you’ll show it some respect.”

“You’re such a dingus, dingus.”

“Yeah, yeah, tell me about it.”

The three of you sat in silence. Eddie knocked his knee against Robin’s. She knocked hers back. 

“Hey,” Steve rounded the corner. “What the hell are you guys doing, I’ve been looking for you for like twenty minutes,” he said, lacking malice. Almost soft. 

“Just admiring the sunset from this dumpster,” Eddie announced. 

“Looks to me like you’re third-wheeling, Munson.”

“What? Never.”

“Yeah, I, uh… think we’re pretty far beyond third wheeling in this relationship, Steve,” Robin said. “Or even fourth wheeling.”

“We’re a package deal,” Eddie added. “Like collectibles.”

“Collectables,” Steve narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, okay sure. Well, when you guys are done being weird, I’m ready to go.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow indignantly before hauling himself to his feet and sauntering over to Steve. 

“Don’t you have some infants to put to bed, Harrington?”

Steve pretended to bat him away before letting Eddie settle an arm around his neck. 

“No. They do have parents, in case you missed that.” Everyone knew that it didn’t really matter. Steve looked after them like they were his own. Always would. “Anyway, they’re all spending the night at Byers’ place as a going away party or something.”

“Well then,” Eddie pulled him closer. “Looks like we have Mama Steve all to ourselves.”

Robin blew some hair out of her face and clapped loudly. Grinning, you hid your face in her shoulder and kicked your legs. 

“Whatever, just don’t expect me to cook your dinner or do your laundry,” Steve muttered. Eddie shot forward to offer you and Robin each of his hands as you jumped off the dumpster. 

“Don’t you do that anyway?” Robin asked, crinkling her nose. 

“We love you, Steve,” you said, walking over to him -- he’d slowed down to let the three of you catch up -- and bumped your shoulder into his. 

“Yeah, I don’t wanna hear it,” he said, but you could hear the way he was fighting a smirk, and when he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, you knew that the sentiment had been returned. 

As the four of you made your way to Steve’s car, Robin skipped forward and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. From the other side of the parking lot, the kids were all piling into Joyce and Hopper’s car. 

“There’s no way that’s safe,” she commented. 

“Clown car for sure,” Eddie said, taking a few exaggerated, floppy steps and honking an imaginary nose.”

“You’re the clown,” Steve muttered. 

Bathed in a dark blue glow like the backdrop on a stage, someone reached above the car and waved. Dustin, maybe. Probably Dustin. 

The four of you waved back. 

Robin didn’t let go of your hand. 

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No one was in the mood for swimming, but no one wanted to be inside either. Steve passed out a round of beers and then never got up to get any more. Unprompted, he said that his parents were supposed to be coming back in a few weeks. 

“Summer’s almost over,” he said, staring at the can in his lap. Little droplets of perspiration clung to his fingertips, slid down the dark, shiny aluminum. “Still, I thought they’d be away longer.” He shrugged lamely. “There’s still time.”

"It'll probably be weird, not being the only one living here again, huh?" Robin murmured. You leaned your cheek onto her thigh. The skin was soft and warm, and every breath you took smelled like Robin, chlorine, and the sweet summer night air. 

Steve looked up and glanced at Eddie, then at the two of you sitting across from him. 

“Haven’t really felt like I was the only one living here, though,” he said with another shrug, like he was trying to shut the conversation down before it got too far. 

All three of you knew what he meant. You didn’t need to say anything to know that you were thinking the same thing. Eddie and Robin and you, you’d all spent as much time here as you could -- almost as much time as Steve. There had been countless nights where he and Eddie had shared a bed, or all four of you had fallen asleep in a pile in the living room; nights where you and Robin had camped out on Steve’s bedroom floor, feeling like you were kids again having a sleepover, gossiping about what you were going to do during summer break or what you wanted to be when you grew up. 

But now you were grown up. High school was over forever; you all worked jobs, none of you had the aspirations nor the money for college, and you had no idea what lie for you beyond Hawkins. Sometimes you wondered if you even wanted to find out. Somehow you felt like no matter what you did, you’d always be a failure. In a lot of ways, you still felt like a kid sleeping on the floor of a friend’s bedroom with no worries bigger than what you were going to buy back-to-school shopping with your mom or which teachers you were going to get. 

You wished you could pretend that the summer nights on Steve’s floor would last forever like you used to when you were a kid. Nights that glowed softly with streetlamps from outside open windows and warm breezes and the sound of crickets had always felt like, if you squinted just enough, focused your mind just enough, they would never end. You’d always been able to convince yourself that you could freeze them right then and there and nothing would change. A perpetual summer of sleeping on a friend’s bedroom floor. But things had changed, and you’d gotten older, and now the world expected something from you. Something you didn’t feel ready to give. Something none of you felt ready to give. 

The world hadn’t given any of you a chance to be kids. Now, when it wanted you to be adults, you had no idea what to do. You were sinking. 

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” you whispered, picking at the fabric of your pants. They were a pair of Steve’s flannels. Somehow, none of you had thought to start keeping a change of clothes at his house, despite how long this had been going on. Or maybe you had thought of it, and the thought had been ignored. “I wish we could always be together like this.” 

The four of you taking on the world felt so much more bearable than facing it all by yourself. 

“Then… fuck it." Eddie's voice joined the night. "Why don’t we?” All three of you looked at him and, after a moment, he looked back. “Yeah. I mean, fuck it. We’re already failures, if you ask any respectable resident of Hawkins--” he pulled a face. “So, why shouldn’t we stick together? What’s stopping us?”

You felt Robin’s hand slide down your neck to the center of your shoulder blades. Her palm was warm, and her leg where your cheek was pressed was warm. 

“I mean,” Steve started, staring at the concrete but really looking somewhere far beyond it. “It’s not like I’ve got anything to lose besides you guys and a bunch of rugrats. King Steve is six feet under and turning fucking blue.”

“Yeah,” Robin said. You could feel her voice through her fingertips. “I never had much of a reputation anyway.”

In the silence, you all realized what was happening. A sort of pact made next to a glowing, mirror-surface pool, under a sky of dark indigo. Your only witnesses were the crickets and the stars and the echoing of a suburban neighborhood while everyone else was asleep. 

And nothing else was said about it, about Eddie’s fuck it or Steve’s I don’t have anything to lose besides you guys, but the silence allowed all four of you to understand, almost suddenly, that nights like these didn’t have to stop. Not for Steve’s parents, not for anybody. 

“Rent will be cheaper with four people,” Steve said, almost as an afterthought. 

And that was that.

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But now you did. You cared about every move she made, every decision she would make...you cared a lot. It's been almost a month since the two of you have spoken, and it's been almost three since you've hooked up. You were tired of this silent treatment.

So here you are, standing in the crowd of a bunch of people. But you didn't care about this group of people, you cared about one person in particular. You waited and waited for her to show up, hoping that Eddie didn't somehow jinx it with that dumbass wink he gave you earlier.

You're about to give up and just watch the show until you see someone walk in with a very familiar shirt. 'Treat Your Girl Right' was plastered on the shirt with big red letters. That shirt was familiar because you let Robin borrow it the first night you two hooked up. And you were right.

The girl turns around to reveal a smiling Robin, her hair swishing to the side as she whips around to speak to the girl she came with. But you can't even see that girl, you only see Robin. You're pretty sure that there's hearts in your eyes as you look at her, she's so fucking pretty.

You feel as if everything has stopped when you look at her. How can a person get more and more gorgeous every time you look at them? You didn't know how, but you weren't complaining.

You don't even stop yourself from pushing past all the people to get to her, not getting a single second thought. You needed to speak with her urgently and just...see her again. Feel her again... No, those weren't the right words at all. You craved her.

"Robin...hey." Are the only words you can manage to get out of your throat as you stand right in front of her. From a distance, she was gorgeous. But up close? You felt like you were about to faint. She's just so...perfect.

Robin's smile suddenly fades as she sees you, a look of awkwardness and annoyance that makes your stomach churn. The girl she's with is staring at you, her eyes darting between you and Robin.

"Hey." Robin replies, giving you a small wave.

The eye-contact is awkward yet alluring at the same time. You want to walk away, but you also want to get closer...

"Hi!" You snap yourself out of your thoughts as the red-headed girl next to Robin gives you a big grin. It's too big. You already don't like her.

Before you can even speak, the girl keeps talking. "I'm Vickie, Robin's girlfriend!"

There's a pang in your chest.

Girlfriend.

GIRLFRIEND?

You're confused, but everything adds up now. Robin hasn't spoken to you in months because she found someone else. Even if it was a friends with benefits situation, she still could've at least warned you, right?

You're not sure what your first reaction is. Hurt? Anger? Betrayal? Or are you just being dramatic? Or even delusional?

Robin realizes that you didn't respond right away, so she pats Vickie's shoulder and gives you a solemn look.

"Look, I-"

You cut her off, not wanting to hear her explanation. At least, not in front of Vickie.

"Can we talk in private, please?" If she refused, you don't know what'd you do. You'd resort to fucking pleading, begging on your knees for her to at least have a conversation with you.

Luckily, you don't have to resort to pleading anytime soon. Robin slowly nods her head, telling Vickie that she'll be right back before following you through the crowd of people to the back entrance. As the two of you slip out, the cold night air hits you. It's summer, but why did it feel so chilly? Maybe it wasn't the weather, it was just you.

Robin's back is against the brick wall, staring deeply into your eyes. You can already tell by the look on her face that this conversation wasn't going to be a good one.

"Why didn't you talk to me, Robin?"

She shuffles her feet, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry. I should have called you."

Yeah, well no shit.

“Does Vickie know?”

She stays silent, and now you instantly know the situation.

Vickie doesn’t know that you and Robin hooked up, and in an attempt to save her relationship; she dumps you and distances herself.

You’re hurt.

You’re angry.

You’re betrayed.

“…I’m so sorry, I-”

You let out a dry snicker, waving her off with your hand as you walked away. That wasn’t the conversation you were hoping for, but it was the one you had gotten.

You were expecting something way different than this.

And now, your friendship with Robin is ruined.

You watched the show in silence, while the lively crowd is jumping and dancing along to the band’s music. Looking over to your side, you see Robin and Vickie smiling and jumping along with the crowd…

…it’s like she doesn’t even care about you.

With every beat of the music, it feels like your heart is shattering into a million pieces and weights of jealousy and anger are pulling you down.

After a long, miserable two hours, the concert has ended and you’re backstage waiting for Eddie since you promised to take him home.

He hops off stage along with his bandmates, patting each other on the back and smiling. He turns to you, he’s sweaty and there’s pieces of curly hair sticking to his forehead. “So, did you get your girl back?” He asks, enthusiastically.

…you burst into tears.

Eddie instantly wraps his arms around you, trying to comfort you. He honestly knew that something bad was going to happen, but for your sake he needed to be positive. You were head over heels for this girl.

You told him every single detail. On how you saw her with Vickie and she looked happy without you, how your conversation didn’t even last that long, and on how Vickie didn’t even know about you and Robin’s relationship.

The two of you were just hooking up, why couldn’t you get that in your head?!

There was two reasons.

You’re delusional.

you know this time will be different when she first lays her hands upon you: her touch, typically rough and fast, feels unusually soft and sensual. you love robin when she gets rough with you, of course. you love it when her fingers tear through clothes and buttons until you're naked beneath her.

still, you can't help but like this new thing. her mouth wanders down your neck so slowly while she is linking your fingers together on the sheet. you hiss in pain when her teeth sink into the soft flesh but she soothes the mark with her tongue and the hiss morphs into a moan of pleasure. robin hums in approval, the low noise vibrating against your skin while her lips keep on kissing you over and over. "robin" you breathe. you both know this won't be enough.

"remember what we did the other day?" she husks against your pulse point. the memories sent immediate heatwaves down to your center. of course, you remember: the thought of robin between your legs, head thrown back while she is rocking her hips back and forth, has burnt itself into your head permanently. "yeah" you nod, slowly getting what she's up to. the woman slowly starts moving up again until her face is just lingering inches away from your own. "i want that" robin rasps "fuck, i want to feel you against me" you exhale a long, audible noise that's heavy with want. "me too" you finally manage. a smirk creeps up her cheeks and before you know it, she starts undressing you. she's slow and sensual and each movement is exactly how you need it.

she pushes each button open slowly and takes her time to run her index over the newly exposed skin. she sits you up on top of her once she has taken off the shirt and roams your sides. robin looks up at you as if this is her first time seeing you like this. she always does. her hands run up your back and find the bra, only to unclasp it. you smile down at her and stroke her cheeks when the piece of fabric makes the fall and you find yourself topless on top of her. robin glares at you in amazement before stripping out of her own top too, leaving you both in an equal state of undressing.

You nod, sighing as you let her wrap her arms around you lazily. Her head drops into the crevice of your shoulder as you drop the towel. “Just you.”

“Just me.” She murmurs. “That movie got you good, huh?”

“No,” Your head drops to hers, staring at the both of you in the bathroom mirror. It’s a sight. “Just jumpy.”

“You’re not always jumpy.” She smiles.

“You gave me the heebie-geebies!”

“Heebie-geebies!” She appalls, “Your girlfriend gives you the heebie-geebies?”

“No,” You start again, shoulders shaking with soft laughter. She doesn’t let you finish.

“I see how it is.” Her head lifts, but her arms don’t budge. “Next you’ll be saying I give you cooties.”

“You don’t give me cooties,” You giggle. “You just sneak behind me when I’m doing skincare.”

The smile she gives you through the mirror melts your tummy. Your thumb works over the warm hand she has on your stomach.

“We aren’t watching anymore scary movies.” She decides.

“What! But you love them!” You look up at her.

She bends down, kissing you softly once. Twice. “I love my girlfriend.”

“And scary movies.”

“And when she’s not scared.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

Her head shakes softly, smile light and teasing. “Do we need to sleep with a light on tonight?”

“Not when I have you.”

She nods, basking in the the silence between. It vibrates with affection. Her eyes droop as she looks down at you, and you can feel the soft breath exhaled from her nose. You reach up and land a third kiss to the side of her mouth.

you didn’t expect her to actually let you do this.

sure, you had been dying to do this but you had never found the courage to actually ask her or give any signals in regards to your little fantasy.

so when you start kissing down her bare body after she has made you cum, your release still warm against your inner thighs, you're surprised that she doesn't immediately pull you back by the hair.

instead, robin lays back and wiggles her shoulders to get more comfortable on her bed.

you raise your brows but choose not to mention it, too scared to let this opportunity go to waste.

you gently place your palm against her inner thigh, your eyes wide when you feel the warmth that awaits you between her legs.

she gets the hint and, with her eyes closed, spreads her legs a little wider for you.

you gasp quietly but quickly gain your composure back.

you slip your fingers under the waistline of her boxers and look up. robin is looking down at you with excitement in her eyes.

she nods once, but firmly and with certainty. she wants this and, oh, how you want it too.

you quickly get back to work and pull down her underwear, exposing her body to yours entirely.

of course, you have seen her naked before, but this is different.

you've never been this close to her, you've never had your mouth on her, never had the chance to taste her.

until now.

robin has her arms above her head and her breath comes in short, quick puffs.

her eyes are closed and her lips are curled up into a faint smile.

and then there's her body: bare and in all its glory for you to touch.

you inhale sharply while running your fingertips over her abs, down to where a faint line of hair leads to where she's wet and wanting for you.

"fuck" you breathe shakily and robin chuckles above you, her voice low and raspy.

your eyes shoot up, scared to find disapproval in robin's. but she is smiling at you sweetly.

this feels so different from all the other times you've shared with her.

you love her when she takes you rough and hard when her lips are searing and hungry for more.

yet this feels more intimate. you've never felt closer to the older woman.

she reaches out and strokes your face with a look of adoration.

"you gonna show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do?" she whispers and runs her thumb over our lower lip.

eager to obey, you nod and scoot down the bed to get comfortable laying between her legs.

suddenly, realization hits you that you have never actually gone down on someone.

you have, however, some experience on what you like yourself, from the countless times robin has put her mouth on you.

so you choose to make some use of that knowledge and start kissing up her legs.

pride swells in your chest when goosebumps rise beneath your lips and the woman shivers in anticipation.

"come on" she mumbles. "don't be a tease"

you take this as a sign, take a deep breath in and put your mouth on her.

you start with kitten-licks on her clit, like she does it whenever she's going down on you, before moving your tongue down to her dripping entrance and gathering her arousal on your tongue.

she tastes salty, quite similar to how you taste on her fingers and tongue, but with something that is entirely her own too.

you gasp at the first actual taste of her and her hand comes running up your forehead to hold your hair back and guide you.

you then press your flat tongue against her clit before wrapping your lips around it.

her body tenses and when you look up, she takes you by surprise: she parts her lips and moans. loud.

you have never heard her actually moan, especially not this loud.

you press your thighs together and grind down for friction when she does it again.

her voice still carries the familiar cracks with it, it's still low and raspy.

but there's something new to it, something desperate and unhinged. something you like.

you lean forward, hungry for more and bury your tongue between her wet folds.

her grip on your hair tightens ad you briefly notice her thighs clenching around your head. you wouldn't mind suffocating like this, between robin buckley's thighs and with a mouth full of pussy.

her body seems more tense too, while moans fall from her lips steadily.

"fuck, y/n, just like that" robin whispers huskily.

you grind down once again and moan when your center finds one of her many pillows to grind against while you're sucking on her clit.

she moans out loud at one particular harsh suck and then keeps a steady flow of moans all while you alternate between sucking and licking.

her fingers run through your hair as if to tell you that she's enjoying what you're doing to her but she is unable to form a proper sentence.

you notice how her voice is growing more high-pitched too, in ways you've never heard before.

she sounds so desperate, so wanting. and all that just for you.

it encourages you to slowly pick up the pace of your tongue, to grab her thighs and keep her open for you while you eat her out, until you're doing nothing but lapping at her.

robin doesn't mind one bit, of course. she has a hand holding onto the back of your head and guiding you while her hips are bucking up against her.

"you're- you're doing such a good job" she praises. "so fucking good, fuck"

your head is spinning from her praise, her touch, her taste.

it's so much and yet could never be enough.

robin's back arches up in a beautiful bend and her legs shake around our head like your own legs do whenever you're close to cumming.

it tells you everything you need to know.

"don't stop" she calls out from above. "don't stop, don't stop, god-"

you would not dare to stop now.

instead, you continue what you're doing, keep up the rhythm that seems to be working for her until you have her right on the edge, right where she wants you to take her.

and then you push her over the edge.

her fingers curl up in your hair and she moans beautifully while rolling her hips against your face and riding out her orgasm on your tongue.

she whispers sweet words of praise while moaning for you in ways that have you clenching around nothing for her and your grip on her thighs only tightens with each passing second.

her release tastes sweet on your tongue and you're happy to have finally given her what she has been giving you for the longest time.

And that’s how you gained a new friend!!

Well, you’re still friends for now…

Slowburn romance

I think you’ll be the one to make the first move

You’re just hanging out at her house, eating pizza while watching some cheesy romcom

You wrap your hands around her neck and you think you might have broken her

Like she is frozen

She doesn’t know what to do

Wide eyed with racing throughts

You raise your eyebrows as a way of asking consent and she has enough strength to give you a small nod

And then you kiss her obv

After she recovered from the shock she has to remind herself to kiss back

Now we have a veeeery happy Robin

After you went home she immediately calls Steve

“STEVE THEY FINALLY KISSED ME! WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?”

Her gifts are always very personal and well thought out

She looks at you like you hung the moon

Music and books help her escape reality

Just like reading this helps you escape the real world

Sooo reading dates>>>

Reading the same book and sharing your thoughts about it

Basically having a little book club between the two of you

Annotating in each other’s books

ABSOLUTELY WILL talk your ears off, but you love her for it

She is so clumsy

When she’s tired she trips over her words a lot

Whether you like it or not you’re now her personal pillow

Cuddle sessions

She’s like a koala, always clinging to you

If you’re not in band you attend her band practice to support her

And her eyes light up when she sees you staring at her

Keeps thinking about how lucky she is to have someone who knows what it feels like to be different

If you stand up for her, she falls in love all over again

She absolutely loves going to the beach with you

She collects trinkets and gives some to you <3

You have a movie night every friday

I mentioned this in another post but Robin loves your native language (if it isn’t English like hers)

Asks you if she can draw on your shoes

And yes, she draws boobies if you say yes