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Saturday night was date night.
Saturday night had been date night since Nancy Wheeler showed up in Chicago years after different colleges in different cities in different states steered her life down a different path than the one Robin set out on. Then the phone rang one evening and when Robin answered it, she heard Nancy’s voice for the first time in longer than she could remember, telling her that she’d just moved to the city and got her number from Mike, who got it from Dustin, who got it from Steve. She asked if maybe Robin would like to get together on Saturday to catch up.
It took about three seconds—just long enough for Nancy to turn around from her spot at the bar and catch Robin’s eye—for the fluttering feeling that had plagued Robin’s chest the summer before college to return in full force like a flock of pigeons taking flight beneath her ribs. She’d been foolish, maybe, to think that she’d ever really gotten over Nancy. She’d never had the courage to do anything about it back then, back when the spring had already brought enough scary into their lives for a lifetime, but she’d never stopped wishing that she had.
They spent that first Saturday catching up on the years they’d missed of each other’s lives—the cities they’d lived in, the failed relationships, the college degrees and the jobs. They made plans to get dinner the following Saturday and it felt more personal than drinks at a dive bar—more intimate. And when Nancy hugged her goodbye at the end of that night before she got into her cab, Robin held her tight and swore she felt the ghost-like graze of Nancy’s lips against the side of her neck.
The third Saturday, Nancy offered to make dinner at her place and Robin brought the wine. They ended up eating delivered take-out in bed instead after Nancy admitted she was a terrible cook and it was just a poor excuse to get Robin in the privacy of her apartment. Robin kissed her like she wanted to at eighteen and Nancy had her half out of her clothes before they even made it to the bedroom.
Robin actually cooked dinner the Saturday after that.
There had been many Saturdays since then, two whole years worth. Robin had moved in with Nancy when her lease was up last year. Nancy’s place was bigger and closer to work, and Robin spent most nights there anyway. Their bedroom was at the corner of the building so all summer they left the windows open and the cross breeze carried in the sounds of the city and smells of the bakery across the street. Even on the warmest days when the sun pounded down on the concrete of the city, the apartment stayed cool and comfortable.
After a work week of early mornings for Nancy, Saturdays always started with Robin making breakfast while she let Nancy sleep in a little. Sometimes they’d spend the afternoon at the farmer’s market, or meet up with Steve and his girlfriend for lunch, or just sit in the park and watch the people that passed by and imagine where they were coming from and where they were heading. And in the evenings, they’d decide on something to do for date night. Sometimes it was reservations at a fancy restaurant Nancy had read a review for, sometimes it was pizza and rented movies on their couch, but it was always just the two of them.
*
That particular Saturday had gotten off to a rough start. Robin woke up to the sound of something breaking outside the bedroom and for half a second feared it might be someone breaking in until she noticed that she was alone in bed. She heard Nancy curse angrily so she got out of bed, threw on a t-shirt, and went to see what was going on.
It was early, still a little dark in the apartment, but the light was on over the stove in the kitchen so Robin could see the broken ceramic on the floor and Nancy on her knees collecting the pieces. “What happened?” she asked.
“I broke a mug, clearly.”
Robin crouched down to help. She picked up one of the bits, looked it over, and said, “Oh shit, this one was your favourite.”
“Yeah, it was, and it was on the top shelf and you know I can’t reach the top shelf so here we are,” Nancy said, frustrated and dismissive.
“I usually make the coffee so I didn’t really think about it. Sorry. Why are you up so early anyway?”
“Couldn’t sleep. You were snoring and some idiot’s car alarm kept going off.”
“And you’re stressed as hell about your interview on Monday,” Robin added and Nancy paused her clean up for a moment.
Nancy had been stressed all week, coming home from work and spending the evenings going through copies of her work to choose the best pieces to present in her portfolio. She’d been working at a smaller publication since she moved to Chicago, writing whatever assignments she’d been given and putting in her time, but now she had an interview not only with a major paper, but for an investigative position. She was as prepared as she was ever going to be, her portfolio was good, she was good and she knew it, but the waiting had her wound to the point of snapping.
Two nights ago, she hadn’t been able to find the earrings she wanted to wear with the outfit she’d chosen for the interview and it led to the entire apartment being torn apart until she gave up and threw the skirt suit into a rumpled ball across the bedroom. Robin found the earrings in a coat pocket, remembering that Nancy wore them on New Years but had taken them off on the way home from the party. Nancy had to iron the outfit all over again.
“I’m just a little tense,” Nancy said, resuming her rapid gathering of broken purple ceramic.
“Just let me get the broom, you’re going to—”
“Fuck,” Nancy hissed, sticking her finger in her mouth.
“Cut yourself.”
*
With the mess swept up and a bandaid fastened around Nancy’s finger, Robin got the coffee started before another minor inconvenience sent Nancy over the edge.
“We can just stay in tonight if you want,” Robin said, setting a plate of scrambled eggs and toast and a mug of black coffee down in front of Nancy at the table.
Nancy thanked her and said, “I thought that movie you wanted to see was only playing this weekend?”
“It is, but if you’re not feeling it we don’t have to go.” Robin sat down across from Nancy with her own breakfast and took a sip of her much lighter, much sweeter coffee.
“No, we should go. I’m sorry, I know I’m a bit of a monster right now. I’m just worried that if I blow this chance I might not get another one.”
“You’re not a monster and you’re not going to blow it. You’re a fantastic writer, your work speaks for itself. I mean, that article you did just last week left me desperately needing to know what the residents at that nursing home ended up naming their new therapy cat.”
A smile cracked on Nancy’s face. “Tippy. The nurse called to tell me that after a heated round of voting, Tippy won as the name. Apparently it’s caused quite the divide amongst the residents.”
“Ooo, juicy drama. This week on the Lifestyles of the Old and the Grumpy, tempers flare over the naming of a new feline and suspicions arise that Gertrude might be hoarding all the chocolate pudding,” Robin said in her best TV voice.
This time Nancy fully laughed for a moment but then the seriousness returned to her face and she asked, “Do you really think I have a shot at landing this?”
“Nance, you got recorded proof of Dr. Owens admitting that the lab was responsible for Barb’s death when you were in high school. Like, you used yourself as bait to get taken into a secret government lab to try and get the truth. They could have just killed you. That’s ballsy as hell. Or maybe really really dumb, but either way, there’s no one out there more tenacious than you. Just let ‘em see a little of that fire on Monday and you’re golden,” Robin told her.
Looking slightly more reassured, Nancy asked, “So what time is the movie?”
*
The theatre was only a fifteen minute walk from the apartment. It was Robin’s favourite place to see movies, an untouched relic from the past with a single screen, and a balcony that was almost always empty, and popcorn that came in buckets so large that Robin always ended up bringing half home and eating it stale the next day.
The movie was at 9:30, which meant they needed to leave at 9:00 sharp to make it there with plenty of time to get snacks before the previews started. Nancy asked about getting dinner at one of their regular places beforehand, but Robin opted to cook instead. She had a bold idea but being bold while sitting in the middle of a restaurant was maybe a little too much, so dinner at home it was. The idea had popped into her head that morning in the shower, but sticking with it and seeing it through was proving difficult.
Nancy had been sitting at the table going over her portfolio (again) when it started. Standing in the doorway, Robin could see the tension taking over every one of Nancy’s muscles, see the way her brow was creased as she read over her writing. Even her hand was tense as she held her pen and tapped it stiffly against the table. Robin came up behind her, put her hands on Nancy’s shoulders, and said, “You need to relax before you give yourself an aneurysm.”
“I can’t relax. What if I miss something and it costs me the job?”
“You don’t miss anything, Nance. Just take a break for a bit, it’s still going to be sitting there tomorrow if you really need to give it one last look.”
“If I’m not working then i”m just going to be stressed thinking about everything that might go wrong on Monday,” Nancy said, flipping the page to a new article.
“You can’t control the outside world. You’ve done everything you can to prepare yourself, stressing about every single ‘what if?’ isn’t going to make you more ready. Relax.”
“It’s not that easy, I can’t just relax when there’s work to be done.”
“Can I help? I might have a few ideas,” Robin said. As she rolled her thumbs into Nancy’s shoulders, she got a pleasant little sound out of her in response.
“I should really finish going over this first.”
Robin gathered Nancy’s hair to one side and leaned down to kiss the exposed skin just below her ear before saying, “You should really let me help.” She bit down just a little where Nancy’s neck met her shoulder and Nancy sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth.
This was always the deciding moment, either Nancy would pull away and tell Robin that she really did have to finish what she was working on right then but that they’d pick it up later, or she’d give in and let Robin distract her for a while. When Robin dropped a hand and slid it under the bottom of Nancy’s shirt and up to cup her over her bra, Nancy just turned her head to give her more of her neck to kiss, and Robin knew she wasn’t going to stop her this time.
Robin grazed her teeth across Nancy’s neck but was careful not to leave marks that couldn’t easily be hidden on Monday. She reached under the table and found Nancy’s knee, running her hand up the inside of her thigh. She felt Nancy shudder at the touch even before her fingers were pressing against her through her jogging pants, already feeling the heat there.
Maybe it would be a welcomed distraction, a little break from the anxiety that hung over Nancy like an angry black storm cloud, but then she’d put her clothes back on and come right back to this table to keep working until the stress filled her up again. But Robin could give her something else to think about. She could leave her waiting all day for something other than Monday’s interview, keep her pent up but with the promise of release, show her that even if she couldn’t control everything around her, it wasn’t always a bad thing.
She rubbed slow circles without real purpose, not firm enough to give Nancy what she wanted, just enough to have her leaning back in her chair and chasing after more. “I could take these off,” Nancy said, bringing her hands to the waistband of her pants.
“You could,” Robin replied, taking her hands away from Nancy and holding onto the back of the chair. She spun the chair around so that Nancy was facing her, the chair legs scraping across the hardwood floor. Nancy raised herself up enough to slide her pants down her legs and kick them off her feet.
“Keep going,” Robin told her. Nancy bit her lip and did the same with her underwear, leaving her sitting there naked from the waist down with her underwear still hooked around her right foot. “Very good.”
Robin got on her knees and Nancy spread her legs in anticipation. She grabbed Nancy’s thighs and kneaded hard, digging in her fingers and thumbs and feeling how pliable Nancy became under her touch. She kissed the side of her knee. Then the other. Nancy’s hands were tangled in the back of her hair, trying to pull her closer with the urgency that took hold every time Robin put her hands and mouth on her. And Robin let her, let Nancy’s impatience guide her gentle kisses farther up her inner thighs until she could see Nancy’s neediness making a mess on her chair.
It was almost impossible to resist; Nancy tasted so fucking good that it made Robin’s mouth water, but she planted one last kiss so close to where they both wanted her mouth, and said, “Later. I want you to beg for it.”
She got up and headed for the bathroom to strip off her own soaked boxers and take a cold shower, leaving Nancy worked up and alone in the kitchen.
“Robin, what the fuck?” Nancy whined after her.
Robin didn’t answer, she just stepped into the cool water and let it temper her own desire. She wanted Nancy to be unable to think about anything else, wanted her to spend the day wishing Robin would give in and fuck her. She meant it, she wanted to hear Nancy beg when she couldn’t stand it anymore. And suddenly, with a thought that made her blush alone in the shower, she knew how to do it.
*
The problem was that Nancy was just as good at playing games. Better even. She’d given up on her portfolio and had taken to tidying up the kitchen wearing one of Robin’s old oversized t-shirts. Wearing only one of Robin’s t-shirts. From her spot on the couch where she’d been reading the same page of her book for the last five minutes, Robin had a perfect view. Nancy wasn’t speaking to her. She wasn’t mad, she just pretended not to notice the way that Robin’s eyes followed her movements as she flitted around the kitchen, but Robin caught the smirk on her face every time she reached up high to put something away and the shirt rode up in the back to show off her naked ass.
“You’re not making this easy,” Robin said when Nancy got on her hands and knees to wipe down the baseboards.
Nancy just looked back over her shoulder and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m just getting this done now so I don’t have to do it later. ”
The smirk was back and Robin considered forgetting the whole thing and just fucking her on the newly cleaned kitchen floor instead. But then she thought about how much better it would be later that night and tried again to finish one damn page of her book.
*
The rest of the day progressed in much the same way, a back and forth series of teasing and taunting between them, until the evening settled in and it was time to get ready to leave for the theatre. Nancy had been walking around the bedroom naked for the last half hour while she did her hair and makeup, one last attempt at getting Robin to crack. Robin just gathered her things and went into their guest room to get dressed.
Nancy hadn’t noticed Robin open the bottom drawer of her nightstand and quickly add the items to her armful of clothing. Now, Robin was standing in front of the mirror and pulling her boxers up over the leather harness and toy it held in place. The silicone was flexible enough that she could tuck it up under her waistband fairly easily even if it wasn’t the most comfortable. She chose loose pants and a long flannel over a black t-shirt and hoped that the bulge wasn’t noticeable to anyone other than her. If Nancy caught it, she didn’t say anything when Robin came out and put her boots on.
They held hands as they walked down their block, the mid-summer heat replaced by a pleasant nighttime coolness. Robin tried to play it just as cool and walk like she didn’t have a fake dick hidden under her belt. If Nancy noticed something different about Robin’s stride, she didn’t say anything as they made their way past a bustling sports bar and to the theatre.
There was no line outside, which wasn’t surprising—obscure forty year old European films didn’t draw the largest crowds. Robin bought their tickets from the most bored-looking teenage girl she’d ever seen, and they got in the (short) line at the concession stand. Armed with a bucket of popcorn and a soda, Robin led the way to the balcony stairs and was pleased to see that no one else had ventured up there. They chose seats and got settled just as the previews began.
Sitting down, the base of the toy pressed against Robin in a not super comfortable but not altogether unpleasant way. She took off her flannel and piled it on her lap to hide what was more apparent now, but if Nancy saw anything, she didn’t mention it as the lights went down and the film started.
It began innocently enough, Robin just holding Nancy’s hand and running her thumb over Nancy’s knuckles while she tossed popcorn into her mouth with her free hand. When Nancy let go to take a sip of soda, Robin casually moved her hand to Nancy’s knee, gently tracing over the knobby bone there. She was more than a little grateful that Nancy had chosen to wear a flowy skirt that ended above her knee, it made it all too easy for Robin to slowly move her hand up the inside of Nancy’s leg. Just a little brush of her fingertips creeping higher before retreating back to her knee. Robin kept her eyes on the movie screen but caught the way Nancy would swallow or bite her cheek every time her fingers explored more of her soft skin.
Halfway through the film, Robin grazed the cotton of Nancy’s underwear. They were damp just like she knew they’d be. After forty-five minutes of torturously soft and slow touches, Nancy was soaked through. She was shifting around in her seat, trying to encourage more contact from Robin, but she hadn’t looked over at her once. Robin pressed her fingers down harder and Nancy stifled the moan that tried to escape.
Robin had a plan, sure, to tease Nancy all night until they got home and she finally bent her over their bed and fucked her senseless, but the truth was that if Nancy had whimpered out a pathetic little ‘please’, Robin would have fucked her right there. There was no one around, she could easily slip her fingers under Nancy’s underwear and rub her clit until she came hard and fast, or get back on her knees, push Nancy’s knees apart and dip her tongue into her where she sat. Nancy wouldn’t stop any of it, Robin knew that, but stubbornly, she wouldn’t ask for it, either. So Robin wouldn’t give in. She stuck to the plan.
She toyed with her a little bit longer, her lazy fingers occasionally providing just enough pressure for Nancy to try and rock against them before withdrawing to trace patterns on her inner thigh instead. She could see the frustration building in the way Nancy gripped the armrest so tightly that the muscles in her arm popped. Robin set the popcorn bucket on the floor and moved her bundled up shirt from her lap. She took Nancy’s hand and pressed her palm to the unnatural bulge in her pants. This time, Nancy noticed and she whipped her head over to look at Robin, who just kept staring ahead and watching the movie.
Watching became a bit harder when Nancy started rubbing the strap through Robin’s pants, slow at first, sending a jolt to her clit every time Nancy’s strokes pressed the toy more firmly against her. Then Nancy sped up, jerking her off on a theatre balcony while Robin tried to sit there stoically and deal with the consequences of her actions. And then, just as Robin began thinking that she might actually come in her pants from this alone, Nancy stopped, picked up the popcorn and left her sitting there with her silicone hard-on. Payback was a bitch.
The rest of the film was painful to get through, even if Robin really had wanted to see it on the big screen. It didn’t matter how good the movie was, all she could think about was getting Nancy home. Nancy, it seemed, wasn’t faring much better. She kept crossing her legs one way than the other, like she was trying to find any scrap of relief for the ache between her thighs.
When the credits rolled and the house lights came up, Robin finally looked over at Nancy and asked, “What did you think?”
Nancy got up, smoothed out her skirt and held out a hand to Robin. “Up. Now. Let’s go,” she said.
For a second, Robin feared she was angry, that this whole thing had gone too far and she’d crossed a line; pushed Nancy too far. She let Nancy pull her to her feet but before she could question it, Nancy was kissing her hard and desperate. When Nancy finally pulled away, Robin managed to say, “Yeah, going sounds good,” before Nancy was pulling her along by the hand toward the balcony stairs. She forgot about the leftover popcorn.
The cool air hit Robin’s fiery skin and sent a ripple of goosebumps down her arms. She pulled her flannel back on as she struggled to keep up with Nancy’s quick, determined steps. “A little eager, are we?” Robin teased, wrapping an arm around Nancy’s waist.
Nancy stopped suddenly. Robin watched her look down the block in the direction that eventually led them home and then to the dark alley that separated the theatre from the old red brick townhouse that had been boarded up and plastered with ‘condemned’ and ‘do not enter’ signs for as long as Robin had lived in Chicago. She grabbed Robin’s hand and went for the alley, pulling out the little flashlight she always carried in her purse.
“Nance, what are you doing? Where are we going? This isn’t a short cut, you know.”
“It kind of is,” Nancy said.
Halfway down there was a side door. The boards that had been nailed up years and years ago were rotted through and Nancy had them pulled free without much effort. With one solid kick the door swung open on squeaky hinges.
“We’re not going in there, we’ll probably fall through the floor or something,” Robin said, leaning inside just a little as Nancy shone the light around a mid-century kitchen.
“We are. The floor will be fine,” Nancy told her and then stepped inside and was quickly out of view.
Robin hesitated for a moment, left alone out in the dark, but then something was flying towards her from the open doorway. She caught it right before it hit her in the face—Nancy’s balled up underwear.
“Are you coming?” Nancy called out. “‘Cause if you want to come I’d suggest getting your ass in here.”
Robin stuffed the ruined underwear into her pocket, mumbled, “This one’s my fault,” and stepped into the house. It made her think of breaking into the Creel House all those years ago, following Nancy upstairs because she’d asked her to and knowing that even then, she would have followed her anywhere.
Nancy had found an old oil lantern and a low light glowed from the adjoining room. As soon as Robin left the kitchen behind and stepped into the room full of dusty furniture, Nancy was pushing her up against the peeling wallpaper roughly, kissing her deeply and pressing her body flush with Robin’s. Robin heard the plaster crack behind her and somewhere to her left a sheet of wallpaper fell to the floor, but Nancy didn’t seem to notice.
“Do you have any idea how hard today’s been?” Nancy asked, dark-eyed and hungry.
“You haven’t exactly been making it any easier,” Robin said as she ran her hand up the backs of Nancy’s legs, bunching up her skirt until she could squeeze her ass.
Nancy leaned in close and whispered, “So why don’t you do something about it?” into Robin’s ear.
With a throaty growl, Robin flipped them. The wall creaked again as Nancy’s back collided with it, little bits of plaster dust falling down like snow and landing in Nancy’s soft, pretty curls. Robin took a few steps back and waited. Nancy was breathing heavily already, her cheeks flushed in a pink that spread to her chest, where the low neckline of her shirt left her skin exposed, but she stayed still. Robin wasn’t sure she’d ever seen her so willing to be destroyed.
“Turn around.”
Nancy did so without hesitation and looked at Robin over her shoulder, waiting.
“Bend over.”
With a little whimper, Nancy shifted her feet and bent forward, bracing herself with palms flat against the wall. Her skirt rode up and Robin could just see the swell of her ass beneath it. It wasn’t enough, though.
“Let me see.”
With one hand, Nancy reached behind and rucked her skirt up. She bent over a little more and Robin got the view she wanted. Even in the low light she could see the way the wetness glistened between Nancy’s legs; she could see how ready she was to take whatever Robin wanted to give. And fuck, did she want to give Nancy everything.
Robin stepped up to her, grabbed her hip, and firmly pressed the strap still tucked in her pants against her. Nancy cried out and pushed back into Robin, rutting against her and making a mess of the front of Robin’s pants. It was beautiful, really, how badly Nancy wanted her, how Robin had never wanted anyone half as much as she wanted Nancy. All she had to do was unbuckle her belt and pop one button and she could watch Nancy stretch around her strap as she slid it inside, a sight she’d never get tired of.
Nancy was grinding against her pathetically—untamed and desperate—frustrated sounds escaping from her perfect mouth as she struggled to find an angle that gave her the contact she craved. And then Robin let her go and stepped back again. Nancy looked at her over her shoulder, a pleading expression on her face as she continued to roll her hips back against nothing at all. “Baby, please,” she groaned.
Robin dropped her eyes to the dark wet spot Nancy left on her pants, then to the neediness seeping from Nancy’s pussy and running down her thighs. It was a little cruel, maybe, to not just give Nancy what she needed, but she wanted to hear the words. Her game, her rules. “You know what I’m waiting for,” she said, her own body throbbing with want.
Nancy grumbled and dropped her head momentarily, then looked back at Robin in frustrated contemplation, like she was trying to decide what mattered more, the satisfaction of winning this silly game or letting Robin win and getting what she’d been waiting for all day. In the end, she gave in, sighed heavily, and said, “Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me, Robbie. I need to feel you or I’m going to go insane. Do whatever you want, just take me. Please.”
“Good girl,” Robin said, letting go of her restraint and rushing in and wrapping an arm under Nancy’s waist to lift her body upright. She pulled Nancy back against her and dropped her hand to run it up the front of Nancy’s skirt, letting her fingers glide through the slick and settle on her clit.
Nancy cried out at the touch, some breathy moan that might have been a thank you or a fuck yes or a baby, more but sounded beautiful all the same, filling the room with something other than the stale silence it’d been sitting in for years .
Robin spun her around to face her, kissed her like it was the only thing that mattered, and cupped her ass with both hands. It didn’t take much to lift and support Nancy’s small frame and Nancy just held onto Robin’s shoulders and wrapped her legs around her.
“I want…to see your face…as I fuck you,” Robin got out between kisses and Nancy just moaned into her mouth. She held onto Nancy with one arm and fumbled with her belt buckle for a moment with the other. The button was less of a challenge, and after lowering the zipper, Robin’s pants fell open loosely down around her hips. Nancy’s hand was there to help then, sliding down Robin’s boxers enough that the strap came free.
Nancy licked the length of her hand, leaving a string of saliva hanging from her chin, and wrapped it around the head of the strap until it was coated. It was vulgar and maybe one of the hottest things Robin had ever seen.
Robin held the toy by the base, lined it up, and said, “Baby, who are you kidding, you don’t need to make anything wetter.” With a sudden thrust, she easily buried the full length of her dick into Nancy.
“Oh fuck ,” Nancy gasped as Robin slowly pulled back and then filled her again. And then Robin held still and let her rise and fall as she liked while she adjusted to the way the toy stretched her.
Normally, Robin would work her open with her fingers first to make sure she was good and ready, but she knew that in her current state, Nancy could take her. And she did, riding her slowly and deliberately at first and then bouncing harder and faster. In one easy movement, Robin turned and backed Nancy against the wall again with an audible thud and started pumping into her with purpose.
The wet sound of Nancy’s pussy was only overpowered by the way she moaned as Robin fucked her into the wall. If they were at home, Robin would worry about the neighbours, but here, the worst that could happen was someone walking down the street heard them and thought the old house was haunted. Haunted by ghosts that apparently liked to fuck loudly.
Nancy had a fistful of Robin’s flannel in one hand and the other stretched above her head, palm against the crumbling wall. She rolled her hips to meet Robin’s thrusts, taking her as deep as possible. “Harder, baby,” she whined, and Robin answered by pulling almost all the way out then snapping her hips hard enough that a crack split through the plaster when Nancy’s back hit the wall. Nancy still didn’t seem to notice.
Nancy was close, Robin could tell in the way her breathing changed, in the way her sounds became more feral and she begged Robin not to stop. As if Robin would ever choose to stop. Nancy came hard with a shuddering gasp, nails digging into Robin’s back. Robin slowed and became more gentle but didn’t stop fucking her.
“You waited all day for this, didn’t you?” she asked.
“Y-yes,” Nancy whimpered, sensitive and a little over-stimulated.
“I think you can keep going, don’t you?”
“Y-yeah. Wanna keep going.”
Robin was buried to the hilt inside Nancy and squeezing her ass hard enough to leave a series of little fingertip bruises as she encouraged Nancy to set the pace she needed. It didn’t take long before Nancy was worked up to the brink again, keening while Robin sucked blooms of colour along her collarbone. She needed more to push her over the edge this time, though, Robin could feel it radiating through her body.
“Touch yourself for me. Show me how good you can be,” Robin said. She was out of breath but she kept up the rhythm Nancy was responding so well to.
With an open-mouthed nod, Nancy slid a hand between their bodies and under her bunched up skirt and Robin heard the change in her moans when her fingers started working over her clit.
“That’s my girl. Come for me,” Robin said, hitting the wall with the heel of her hand to steady herself as Nancy rode her wildly. The plaster split open into a wide gash that ran all the way up and then across the ceiling. The house creaked and groaned as a network of cracks spread across the walls. The massive chandelier that hung in the centre of the room fell when the section of ceiling that held it gave way and came down with a crash. It broke right through the termite-eaten floorboards to the basement below. But Nancy didn’t notice because Robin slammed into her one last time and then her body went rigid and she was crying out Robin’s name and something about god over and over and over again.
Robin slowed down again, just letting Nancy ride it out until she was tapping Robin’s shoulder to stop, completely spent. Carefully, she pulled out, feeling the way Nancy jumped a little when the toy popped out and left her empty. Nancy lowered herself down and found her footing on her wobbly, boneless legs but wasted no time in grabbing Robin by the shoulders and flipping their positions so that Robin was pushed back against the wall. More plaster fell away until the wall was more bare-bones framing than actual wall.
Nancy took a moment to pull her sweaty hair back into a messy ponytail before dropping down to her knees on the dusty floor. She looked up at Robin with flushed cheeks and smudged makeup and held eye contact as she licked the length of the strap from base to tip, cleaning herself off of it.
“Ho-ly fuck,” Robin said as Nancy took the dick into her mouth and began bobbing on it. She couldn’t help it, as Nancy worked, Robin’s hips thrust just a little, fucking her mouth. Nancy kept looking up at her obediently until she gagged and sat back on her heels and Robin reached out to wipe the spit from her chin with the pad of her thumb.
And then Nancy was undoing the buckles on the harness and taking it off. Robin finally felt the relief of being free of the constant pressure of it against her. Nancy’s mouth settled on her and with the first flick of her tongue over her clit, Robin knew she wouldn’t last long. Maybe when they got home, she’d let Nancy take her time, tease her and make her wait until it became unbearable, but right now she just needed to come. She cupped the back of Nancy’s head and greedily pulled her mouth more firmly against her, rocking her hips. Nancy just held still, stuck out her tongue and let Robin sloppily grind against her to get herself off. A few more seconds, and Robin was there, coming on Nancy’s tongue and then going limp against the demolished wall while Nancy lapped at her gently to clean her up.
Nancy stood, brushed the dust off her knees, and stretched up on her tiptoes for a kiss. Robin could taste herself on her lips. Suddenly, as if her senses finally returned and let her notice the state of the room around them, Nancy asked, “When the hell did the house fall apart?”
“Around the second time you came,” Robin told her simply, brushing plaster dust off her shoulders and shaking it out of her hair.
“Huh. Well then.”
Robin laughed and kissed her again, then took off her flannel and bundled the discarded harness and toy into it to carry home as discreetly as possible. Nancy picked up the lantern and cautiously made her way around the gaping hole in the floor and back to the kitchen.
“I told you falling through the floor was a real risk,” Robin said.
“It would have been fine if the ceiling hadn’t collapsed.”
*
They left the house and started the walk home, taking their time with none of the urgency from earlier. As they passed the flower shop at the end of their block, Nancy said, “They painted their door a different shade of blue. It’s nice.”
“Really? You noticed a slightly different colour on a door in the dark, but you didn’t notice that I had my pants stuffed when we left home or that a room literally fell apart around you?”
“It’s not my fault that I was a little distracted before!”
“A chandelier fell through the floor, Nance.”
“Just shut up and take it as a compliment that you fucked me into total oblivion.”
Robin did smirk at that, a little proud of herself.
They were back in the apartment ten minutes later, and Nancy didn’t even glance at her portfolio on the table as she walked by. As date nights went, this one had been particularly memorable.