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"Warning warning !" Robin breathes into her mouth as they fall backwards against Nancy's bed. She laughs, her fingers frantically gripping her shirt as she tries – and fails – to rip it over her head and kiss her at the same time. "See," she gasps, pulling away from her and doing it to herself, "that's how I end up with no shirt to wear."
"You're not going to hear me complain about that," is Nancy's quick reply, and she barely has time to spot the twinkle in her eyes and the smirk at the corner of her lips before she does. jumps on her, swallowing she laughs with her greedy kisses.
"Robin," she breathes, and her kisses slow as her lips move away from hers, as they begin to trace the curves of her mouth, her face, as they travel down her neck, shoulders, breasts, hips. , her -
"Robin," she moans her name, and her fingers slowly pull her skirt down her thighs, then her panties, and -
"Robin!" A sob as her lips caress the very heart of her, as she begins to kiss and suck her pussy, her eyes watching her. Blinking, sighing, moaning. Worship .
"Please, Robin, Robin, please -" she begs and begs but she doesn't stop, she just wraps her arms around her thighs and holds her closer, harder, and she can't stop her, she can't stop the ecstasy of consuming her -
"Robin!" It's a moan, a scream, and she moans with every movement of her hips, every flex of her leg muscles, and when it's over, when the pleasure is just a dull heat between her thighs. , she finally walks away with a few last licks, kisses, caresses, then she's got her body up, her lips on her and she can taste herself and she can taste her and God, she's everything, she's everything that she always wanted.
"Please," she says again, then her trembling fingers grab her pants, grab her belt, tug, tug, tug, and she laughs, but her laugh is soft and gentle.
"Wait, wait -"
"Now," she moaned again, her laughter brushing her lips.
"Baby, it's rushing me that you end up with a baby Buckley inside you," she said, a kind of teasing censorship, but she didn't laugh back.
Robin then walks away, and her face changes from happy to stunned. "I – Nancy," she said slowly, as if she couldn't believe her reaction, or rather her lack of it. "Is you - are you - is this something you want?"
Nancy gulps, and yeah, they haven't talked about it, and during sex it's probably not the best time to talk about it, so she really should save that for a better time -
"eight."
Robin blinks, frozen. "I'm sorry?"
"Eight," she repeats. "I want eight baby Buckleys."
"Eight. You want eight," Robin said, her hands shaking as she pointed at herself. "With me?"
She nods, and she can't help but nod, because she wants to, she wants to. "I want everything with you."
Robin is always there, watching her, and she's the one who should be shaking right now because it's one thing to think about it and dream about it, especially when things are so new, but that's it. another to say, but in reality, Nancy has never felt so sure of anything in her entire life.
Robin's there, frozen, then she blinks and she's back on top of her and she kisses her , kisses her like she's trying to steal the breath in her lungs and replace it with her own, and her hands are still shaking but her eyes are bright and she can't help but start smiling with every kiss she places on her lips.
"Fuck, baby, I want that too," she says, and her words are so warm and loving that she could just dissolve into this moment and live there in absolute bliss for the rest of her life. "We should probably wait," she says, kissing her forehead now, "wait until we're in Boston to start with baby number one," she kisses her on the cheek, "having our own house and everything."
She's so hot that she's overflowing, and she moves her hands to hold onto her face, gently tugging her so her lips are back on hers. "That doesn't mean we can't practice," she whispers, and the groan of pain she lets out sounds like triumph.
"Jesus Christ," she said hoarsely, "you can't bullshit me like that and expect me to last, little girl."
"So get inside me already," she breathes, but she can't even pretend to be annoyed when she's so happy, and Robin lets out a loud chuckle before pulling out the rest of her pants.
"Anything, princess," she smiled into her lips, then she slid into her and the silent fire became a blaze, their soft kisses becoming desperate gasps and moans against each other's mouths. God, the way Robin Buckley moves her hips is downright sensual and sinful devastation, and she chases every thrust of hers with her because every moment they're not fully connected, they're not totally intertwined and one is some kind of hell that Nancy wouldn't wish on anyone.
"Fuck, baby," she whispers into her mouth. her left hand holds her right, their fingers intertwined, and her right hand and arm are wrapped around her left hip, keeping it tight against her back, keeping it open for her , always for her . "God, you don't know what the fuck you're doing to me, Nancy, fuck, I want to keep you like this forever, I just want to keep fucking you in our bed forever."
"Please," she breathes, and she can't stop the torrent of pleas rushing in, as if dying to see and be heard in the light of day. "Please, Robin, please -"
"Damn, honey," and her thrusts are stronger now, faster, sweaty, their bodies sliding together with more desperation, "I'll fill you up, I'll keep filling you up until it sticks, until you're mine, until everyone knows you're mine", and it's hard now, hard and powerful and she needs it, she needs it, she needs it need -
"I'm yours," she gasps, the wave is rising now and she can't stop it, can't stop it, wants to drown right now, in this love, in her , "Robin, I am yours, always yours, Robin, Robin! ”
she overhears her screams, moans, cries with her mouth and responds with hers, her hips stuttering once, twice, three times before she moans and can feel her heat spreading inside her, and she collapses on top of her and she wraps her arms around her , desperate to hold her . she continues to thrust lightly, moaning as she finally empties completely inside her.
It's calm, in the afterglow. Nancy can hear the roar of the air conditioning come to life, can feel Robin's quiet pants against her sweaty neck. she's inside and wrapped around her and as much as she loves having sex with her , she almost loves that part more, just laying down and being together in the next moment, well one.
“I, uh, I meant it, you know. It wasn't just the heat of the moment. Robin is the first to break the silence, pressing a soft kiss to her neck before turning and laying on her side so they can look at each other. Or rather, so she could watch her while she watches her hand and plays with her fingers, like she always does when she's nervous. “I want all of this with you. The kids, the house, maybe a cat.”
Nancy laughs softly, and that brings a smile to Robin's still uncertain face. "You do whatever you want to do. I want to come home to you, every day, for the rest of my life.
Robin Buckley always said she's not brave, she's a runner, she always runs, but she finishes laying out her dreams in front of her, then looks at her, meets her eyes, and she can say she's terrified but she's here.
"I want that too," she says, and her eyes start to itch and she can tell, from the heavy exhalation and shaky smile on Robin's face, that hers will soon be swimming too. "You, and a house, and a cat, maybe two -"
"Two cats and eight children?" »
"Two cats, and I could be convinced to settle for four," she smiles, laughing, "and our children and your journalism and summer vacations driving along the coast in an RV -" she pauses for breath now, because if Robin can be vulnerable, can reach out her heart with both hands to her, then she can do the same for her .
"And you," she finishes, and she's calmer now. “No matter what, I only want you. I don't really know what I want to do and honestly, I don't really care that much, or where we'll end up, here or Boston or California or wherever. I just want to start and end each day with you.
Inhale Exhale. You can tell.
You can fall now.
"I love you Robin Buckley."
Robin is only frozen for a moment before the tears fall, before she pulls Nancy back to her , before she wraps her arms around her and places salty kisses on her forehead, her cheeks and finally her lips. "I love
you, Nancy Wheeler," he breathes, and her voice cracks, she can barely speak, "God, I love you. You're everything to me, baby, that's all I want. You and me."
“You and me,” she kisses her back and wipes the tears from her eyes, and she laughs as a few more stream down her face. Those she kisses.
“You and me,” she repeats, when her breathing slowed, when her arms relaxed, still holding her in her arms, their bodies still wrapped and intertwined. she brushes her curls away from her face and presses their foreheads together. "Forever."
"Forever," Nancy replies.
Forever might just be long enough.