#riprobin

she knows it's a dream because it's quiet : there's no buzz of air conditioning units , no cars driving past , no rambling coming from robin's lips . although , the moment the observation is made , dream - robin starts talking . nancy couldn't tell you about what , far more interested in the way her hand is trailing over her bare stomach & towards her underwear . it only takes nancy a second to find herself almost naked as well , fingers catching robin's wrist before her fingers could pass her waistband . ' hey , that's my job , ' she coos , taking her other wrist as well & pinning them both to the bed for a moment ---- a clear instruction to keep them there .

robin's cheeks flame red when nancy settles on top of her , one knee pushing its way between both of hers . her nervous babbling turns to stuttered sentence fragments when nancy's hands begin to map her body , palms skating over belly & ribcage before slipping under her shirt . it quickly becomes a game of how to illicit the prettiest sounds from the other girl : a gasp when her nipple is pinched , a moan when teeth nip at her neck , a soft , sweet whine when nancy presses her knee upwards to give her a taste of relief .

the next time she gets a word out is after she looks down to see the maroon mark nancy left on her collarbone , an incredulous seriously , wheeler ? what , are we sixteen ? ----- and suddenly all nancy can think about is getting robin off until her brain is mush & she can't string two words together . ' shut up , ' is all nancy manages to say before she's tugging robin's underwear to the side & circling her clit with the pad of her thumb . oh , nancy ! she keens , fingers twisted in the bedsheets , and nancy already knows the sound is going to be burned into her brain for weeks .