#ronancy

Stranger things had a hold of my brain right now - rendering took only ummm… *checks timelapse* 5.4 hours total. That seems normal. Alright, back to the byler fics <3

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Her features are refined and graceful. She's not shy, scurrying around the apartment in nothing but stockings and that translucent bra embroidered with pink flowers. Nancy drives Robin crazy. With every move she makes. And Nancy knows it.

Nancy slips out of the bathroom in just a towel or nothing at all, leaving wet footprints on the floor. And each time, Robin has to break away from her work for something more important. She follows closely behind. Tangles her angularity until it meets Nancy's soft curves. Sometimes it's loud. Marks on the cleavage between her breasts. Nancy's hand in her hair. Half-moon marks from a firm grip on her hips. But silence suits Robin, too. Nancy sits at the dressing table in her underwear, and Robin simply kneels before her or sits on the floor to rest her head on Nancy's lap.

Nancy has never been so in love. She melts in the care Robin surrounds her with. Nancy can only smile when Robin helps her have a bath or dress after. Nancy raises her arms, and Robin puts her oversized T-shirt on her, then kisses her nose. One time, Robin brought her a cheesecake she'd forgotten after dinner, and they shared a spoon.

In late spring and summer, the nights are muggy enough that Nancy can sleep naked, curled up in the sheets. Robin likes the feeling. She could call it skin-on-skin, but she's always in pajamas, or more rarely, just a T-shirt. She needs another layer, a protective barrier from the outside world, to keep herself from feeling vulnerable. Nancy is tiny, and looks cute when the shirt hits mid-thigh, but Robin... Long legs. Long arms. A long face. Robin runs her fingers down her cheeks, stretching the skin, and sighs heavily. She takes a quick shower, washing the last of her mascara. Robin steps onto the rug, but her towel isn't on the hook.

Nancy should be in bed by now, so Robin puts on her boxers, turns off the light, and steps out of the bathroom. She takes two steps down the hallway, bumping into something in the dark.

"Ow."

"Shit, Nancy, I'm sorry. I thought you were in the bedroom." Robin covers her chest with her hands.

"I took the dirty mugs to the kitchen, otherwise we won't have anything to drink coffee from tomorrow morning." Nancy gropes along the wall and turns on the light. She's a little surprised to see Robin like this. Nancy chuckles. "You know, I've seen you, like, a couple of times."

"I forgot my towel." Robin purses her lips; she feels a little cold, and the hot drops on her back have cooled.

"Is that it?" Nancy comes very close, looking into her eyes. "Come here." She pulls her close, and Nancy's sweet silky nightgown soaks up the water.

"Nancy, I'm wet." Robin tries to pull away, but Nancy's nightgown clings to her skin.

"When was that ever a problem?" Nancy smiles, and Robin giggles. "But seriously, you don't have to hide from me. You're beautiful. Very beautiful." She seals her words with a kiss and slowly backs into the bedroom.

Robin sits down on the bed, grabbing Nancy under the hips so she can sit on her lap. They kiss, but mostly just rub their noses, their foreheads touching.

"I want to take care of you tonight, okay?" Nancy pushes Robin's shoulders down, and she falls back against the pillows, her eyes wide. "You're scrumptious, baby." Nancy kisses her way from her jawline to her cheekbones, then down to her neck and lower. She finds Robin's hand and intertwines their fingers. Goosebumps rise on Robin's skin. She laughs as Nancy kisses her below her navel and flattens her palm on her stomach. Open-mouthed kisses on her thighs, and tomorrow, over a leisurely breakfast, she'll admire the marks, coloured like forget-me-nots...

Robin breathes heavily, trying to blink away the sparks dancing before her eyes. She sits up in bed, scanning the room for her T-shirt. Nancy takes her wrist and tugs it back.

"Stay like that. You don't need it tonight. Not only tonight, you know."

"Just admit you want to stay warm against me all night." Robin lies down next to her, tracing each of Nancy's ridges with her fingertips.

"One doesn't interfere with the other."

A ray of sunlight creeps through the curtains, running from the wall to the bed, and by ten o'clock it reaches Robin's shoulder. Nancy is already awake. She looks at Robin's freckled back, counts the moles on her shoulders. She nuzzles her neck, inhaling her scent — bergamot and tenderness.