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“Nance?”
Robin’s voice felt a little too loud. Maybe it was because she was breaking the profound silence that always followed when Nancy fired her gun. Maybe it was because they were deep within the woods, far away enough that nothing and no one else could’ve made a sound. Maybe it was all in Nancy’s head, and it was just about the way that simply hearing Robin’s deep, concerned voice only served to worsen the ache for her that Nancy felt all over her body.
“I’m fine,” Nancy said quickly before Robin got to ask her the obvious question.
“Um, clearly not?” Robin said.
This time the sound of her voice came accompanied by her boots crunching the dried leaves on the ground as she approached Nancy, who tried to put off looking at Robin for as long as she could and instead busied herself inspecting the gun in her hands as if the small weapon was responsible for her recent mistakes.
“You never fail three times in a row during shooting practice,” Robin pointed out as the words just continued to slip past her. “Scratch that. You never fail during shooting practice at all. Period. In fact, this could be the first time I see you fail to hit a target, and let me tell you, it’s unsettling. Not to put you on a pedestal or anything, you know failing is human and I respect you as a human, and-”
“Robin,” Nancy interrupted her before Robin wouldn’t be able to stop talking. “I’m fine,” she insisted and took the risk of looking to her side to see Robin. Her girlfriend wore her usual baggy pants with her old combat boots, and a soft and familiar flannel shirt over a shirt that might have been Steve’s at some point. Plus, there was an endearing frown on her face, and her blue eyes were so loving and concerned that Nancy worried she would never be able to keep a secret from Robin.
“Nancy, don’t lie to me,” Robin pleaded with her. “We live in a world where everything can go wrong. Everything, in fact, has gone wrong before. If something’s troubling you then I’m very much going to be freaking out until you tell me the truth.”
Nancy chuckled softly, knowing exactly how Robin’s fears could get carried away even when it was just something trivial like leaving the stove on at their apartment.
“There’s nothing wrong, I promise,” Nancy said softly.
Something about her small smile must have been convincing because Robin relaxed slightly. But she moved to stand right in front of Nancy. She wasn’t accepting any excuses, and Nancy gulped nervously when she realized that, with Robin so close, the truth might escape out of her way too easily.
“Then there’s something wrong with you,” Robin pointed out, her voice growing quieter, which turned it deeper, which didn’t help matters for Nancy. “And, no offense to the rest of the world, but any apocalypse is less urgent to me than any problem you have. Please tell me what’s going on?”
“Nothing. I’m just… unfocused. Distracted, that’s all,” Nancy answered quickly and without conviction, hoping against hope that Robin would drop the subject.
“Distracted?”
As if Robin’s raspy tone, the warmth of her body, and her usual caring and affectionate manner weren’t already enough to make Nancy weak at the knees, Robin went ahead and broke the last barrier. She reached out to cradle Nancy’s face between both hands. Her fingertips trailed over Nancy’s jaw and her thumbs brushed her cheeks. Nancy sighed and closed her eyes. Under different circumstances, this would’ve immediately helped her relax.
“You’re not helping,” she whispered
“I’m… sorry?” Robin mumbled, confused and close to feeling hurt. “I just want to help, I can tell there’s something going on with you. Baby, please .”
Nancy’s brain immediately jumped to a thousand different scenarios where she’d heard Robin beg her just like that. With a shudder, she opened her eyes and asked Robin, “Do you remember our last shooting practice?” Robin nodded, and before she could say anything, Nancy added, “More accurately, do you remember what happened after?”
Robin reacted immediately. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widened, and her gasp was almost imperceptible. But Nancy was just a few inches away. She noticed everything about Robin.
“It was pretty unforgettable,” Robin smiled. When Nancy shot her a threatening look, Robin raised her palms up to her face in a sign of surrender, but her smile widened. “If the memory is… distracting, we can just pack our things, go home, and… repeat it, you know?”
“Absolutely not,” Nancy scoffed, and she noticed Robin was genuinely surprised by her answer. “I have to… I can- should- I can focus, okay? I can’t just cancel practice because-”
“Because you’re horny?”
Robin was smiling at her with that little crooked grin paired with lovely doe eyes. That combination of looking angelic while suggesting nothing but mischief was one of the things that made Nancy fall in love with her years ago in the first place. She thought she’d have some kind of immunity to it by now.
“It can wait,” Nancy said with what she hoped was some kind of finality to her tone. “There’s only…” she pulled up her left arm to look into her watch and said, “twenty minutes left.”
Before Nancy could lower her arm, Robin caught it. She gently grabbed Nancy’s wrist, keeping her arm suspended between them. The gentle pressure of her fingertips on the inside of Nancy’s wrist probably wasn’t supposed to make her heart race, but she’d been watching Robin genuinely excel during the practice for over an hour, and she could hardly control the reactions of her body anymore.
“Nance, don’t be stubborn,” Robin whispered even though there was nobody even remotely close to overhear their conversation. “We can leave early for one day, the world won’t end. Let’s go home. Come to bed with me. You don’t have to prove yourself to anybody out here.”
Nancy closed her eyes and took a deep breath again. When she opened them again, she looked considerably more confident in her choices. Luckily for both of them, Robin had always enjoyed a challenge.
“That’s a tempting offer. But see? That’s exactly the point. I’m not trying to prove myself, I’m… Look, if I don’t keep us on track, if I start slacking off with practice and duties and whatnot, who’s going to do it?”
“I’m right here,” Robin laughed. She let go of Nancy’s hand in order to wave her hands at herself.
“And I love you for it,” Nancy said, stopping her own laughter to stand on her tiptoes and give Robin’s lips a quick peck. It was a desperate effort to bargain with her body, one quick second of pleasure for twenty minutes of focus. She didn’t think it worked. ”But you know what I mean,” Nancy added.
She had expected Robin to laugh again, to argue, to do anything but stand there, so close, so patient, and staring into Nancy’s eyes with such intensity that another second would’ve had Nancy’s resolve crumbling at once.
“I’m going to ask you one last time, Nance,” Robin said slowly, “Will you just drop the gun and go home with me?”
Everything in Nancy wanted to say yes and drive home as fast as she could without getting them killed. But that only fueled her determination to hold her ground. She had to be stronger than her impulses.
Nancy looked up at Robin with an innocent smile, pretty much batting her eyelashes at her as she said, “Babe, you’re standing between me and the targets.”
Robin didn’t seem very upset at Nancy’s choice. She shook her head, but her smile didn’t waver. “Have it your way, then,” she said, raising her hands in surrender again and walking away from Nancy.
This time, when Nancy tried to return to her practice, Robin was standing much closer than before. Still a couple of feet away, but just close enough for Nancy to feel her presence overwhelming her senses. Somehow, she still managed to control her body and mind long enough to finally hit one of the targets she had arranged earlier.
“Nice,” Robin called out when Nancy lowered her arms and looked at her. “You’re tense though,” she pointed out thoughtfully.
“I’m always tense,” Nancy argued with a smile.
Robin slowly closed the distance between them again and added, “Not like this.”
Now Nancy could tell how playful Robin’s thoughtful tone was. “Like… how?” she wondered, walking into the obvious trap with her head held high.
“Like you want me to fuck you.”
Nancy put the safety of the gun back on. On one hand, it was a smart and reasonable move on her part. On the other hand, the incriminating click of the gun was enough to let Robin know Nancy felt affected enough to start doubting her reflexes.
“Robin…” Nancy said with a warning tone.
“What? I’m not standing in the way anymore,” Robin chuckled. True to her word, she continued to approach Nancy with carefully calculated steps until she was standing right behind her, slowly placing her hands on Nancy’s shoulders. “I’m just trying to help,” she added with a whisper.
“Babe, I just need twenty minutes. I…”
Nancy’s next sentence was abruptly interrupted by an unexpected little moan that escaped her lips. It was a breathless thing, closer to a feeble gasp, but Robin knew it very well. It was the result of Robin’s fingers applying just the ideal amount of pressure on the right spots on Nancy’s shoulders.
“Well I know I’m not that good at giving massages,” Robin chuckled but continued the steady movement of her fingers against Nancy’s tense muscles. She had just told a half-truth. While it was probably true that her massages weren’t miraculous enough to warrant a moan at the first touch, it was also a matter of what Robin’s massages meant to Nancy personally. Not only was she good enough at it, but she was the only person Nancy would accept, let alone want a massage from. Plus, there was the fact that almost every single time the massages led to them having sex, and the memories weren’t exactly working in favor of Nancy’s plan to focus on her aim.
“I just need twenty minutes,” Nancy mumbled. Her eyes were closed, her voice was breathless, and she was starting to lean back into Robin, who took another step forward so her front was flushed with Nancy’s back.
“That’s all I need,” Robin whispered and placed a kiss on top of Nancy’s head that was entirely too sweet for their current circumstances. “Look at me, Nance,” Robin added, and in the blink of an eye the sweetness evaporated from the equation, and Nancy had no option but to comply with the order.
Nancy didn’t turn around though. She craned her neck to the side and up and that was enough. Their height difference was just right for Robin’s mouth to reach hers without switching their current positions. The second that Robin’s lips descended on hers, Nancy forgot where they were, what they had been arguing about, and even the strain on her neck. She greedily parted her lips for Robin, who apparently was in the mood to go straight to the point and left little room for mistaking her intention.
Robin kissed Nancy hungrily, all tongue and no respite. Nancy started to breathe heavily, and she pushed herself on her tiptoes just reaching for more of Robin, anything Robin could give her at that moment. Robin’s left hand traveled downward so she could wrap her arm around Nancy’s waist, and her right hand trailed from Nancy’s shoulder and over her throat until she could grip Nancy’s jaw to keep her right where she wanted her, and Nancy couldn’t have been happier to be held still by Robin’s firm hands. When they pulled away from the kiss to catch their breath, Nancy felt mesmerized by Robin’s lips, glistening where Nancy’s tongue had licked at them. She couldn’t help but repeat her actions, thirstily chasing after Robin’s bottom lip with the intention of cleaning the mess she made, or making it worse, or doing anything Robin let her do at that moment. But it wasn’t long before Robin tightened her grip on Nancy’s jaw and with a strong thumb on her chin finally pushed her face away.
“Please,” Robin whispered, right next to Nancy’s ear, making her shiver unabashedly.
She was saying please , Nancy realized with extreme wonder, as if it were Robin currently turning into putty on Nancy’s hands and not the other way around.
“Let me have this,” Robin continued, breathing against Nancy’s neck. “You already know how much it turns me on to watch you like this. But knowing that you feel the same way? Fuck, Nance,” Robin said and stopped to leave a trail of kisses down Nancy’s neck, finishing with a nip at the point where Nancy’s neck met her shoulder.
Nancy hissed in response, but her hands finally sprung into action. At least one of them. Her left hand gripped Robin’s left forearm, but her damned right hand could do nothing but hang limply at her side, gripping her gun for dear life. Her movement made her realize that Robin’s hands had also changed positions. Her left hand had sneaked its way under the hem of Nancy’s blouse, it rested over her stomach, near her hip, with her thumb rubbing mindless circles and sparking goosebumps on Nancy’s skin. Meanwhile, her right hand descended from Nancy’s jaw, lightly scratching at the tender skin of her neck. She trailed her fingertips along Nancy’s collarbone, just dipping an inch under the neckline of Nancy’s blouse to tease her, and then coming out to toy with the top button of the garment.
“Just give me twenty minutes. I promise I’ll make it worth it,” Robin said at the same time that she started unbuttoning Nancy’s blouse with slow but steady fingers. “Actually, I can’t promise it’ll be twenty minutes, I’m awful at keeping track of time, but you know, between the next five minutes and the next hour-”
“Robin?”
“Sorry,” Robin chuckled and pressed her face against Nancy’s neck, nuzzling there and holding Nancy just a little closer. “I love you. Is this okay?”
Nancy took a deep breath and passed her gun from her right hand to the left so she could bring her right hand up to caress Robin’s head. “It’s more than okay,” she said quietly, and no longer interested in fighting against what she currently craved, she added, “Just please don’t stop.”
Robin chuckled, and this time it wasn’t her sweet embarrassed laugh, but something deeper and playful that brought them right back on track. “We’ll see about that,” she said and finished unbuttoning Nancy’s blouse.
When that delicate barrier was over, Robin didn’t waste time bringing her right hand up to Nancy’s chest. At first, she covered one of Nancy’s breasts with her hand, massaged it the way Nancy liked it, applying enough pressure to have Nancy arching her back and pushing her chest into Robin’s hand, looking for more, which Robin was happy to give her. In a matter of seconds, Robin’s nimble fingers were toying with Nancy’s nipple, tugging and pinching softly enough to have the first whines and hiss of pleasure escape from Nancy.
They had been together for years already, and yet Nancy was still surprised by the way Robin seemed to know her body better than she knew it herself. She was just about to open her mouth to ask for more, anything else, when Robin interrupted her. But the words were far from what she’d expected to hear.
“Shoot,” Robin said.
“What?” Nancy was convinced she’d heard her wrong.
“We’re still on shooting practice, aren’t we?” Robin asked and Nancy could feel the tilt of her cheeky smile pressed against her neck in between kisses. “Shoot,” Robin repeated her request and added a gentle bite on Nancy’s skin.
“Robin, I can’t…” Nancy sighed. She wasn’t particularly thrilled about the interruption, about the way Robin expected her brain to go back to regular functions after so gladly being shut off in favor of tuning into Nancy’s physical senses. However, she was able to feel the first current of excitement at what Robin was suggesting.
“I know you can do it,” Robin insisted. Her voice was surprisingly calm and confident. “Hit the target and I’ll reward you,” she said.
“Fuck you,” Nancy said, and after a heavy sigh, leaned more of her weight into Robin’s arms.
“I know you want to,” Robin chuckled, and clutched at Nancy’s skin a little harder, enough to make her squirm in her arms, desperate for more. “Do your thing, baby. Make me proud,” Robin said. Then she dragged her hands slowly until they only lingered at Nancy’s waist, and she took a step backward.
“I can’t believe you,” Nancy mumbled, among a series of curses and playful complaints that Robin basked in, only occasionally pinching Nancy’s waist in retaliation. But, still, Nancy was complying.
She fumbled around for a moment, fixing her posture, her grip on the gun, and doing what she could to steady her heart. The pressure and the stakes felt higher than the countless times she’d aimed that same gun at extraordinary monsters before, somehow. She seriously doubted Robin would leave her hanging if she failed her shot, but she had never, in her life, so desperately wanted to hit the right target. There was a chance she’d simply forgotten anything about her life and the world that didn’t have to do with how to get Robin’s hands back in action again, but she didn’t care. With Robin’s warm touch at her waist, her blouse unbuttoned, her neck starting to bruise, and her underwear already wet, Nancy rolled her eyes at herself, exhaled slowly, and fired the gun.
“Holy shit,” Robin laughed, absolutely delighted when she saw Nancy hit the target.
Robin pulled Nancy back into her arms, and pulled a small yelp of surprise from Nancy, who threw her head back on Robin’s shoulder and said, “Thank God.” Both of Robin’s hands rushed to cup Nancy’s breasts again, delivering all the attention that Nancy had earned.
“You never disappoint,” Robin said, but her voice was almost drowned out because she barely stopped her most recent attack on Nancy’s neck. She had just soothed a firm bite with her tongue when she pulled back sharply and said, “Don’t drop it.”
Nancy froze, and it took her a second to understand what Robin meant, but then she realized her right hand had fallen to her side, she had put the safety of the gun back on and she had been about to drop it to the ground. She groaned in response to Robin’s latest order. She didn’t want to hold on to her gun. She didn’t want her hands free either, she wanted them full of Robin.
Robin, accurately sensing Nancy’s impatience, wisely went for a distraction. Her right hand slid down the front of Nancy’s body, making sure to gently drag her nails along the pale skin to make Nancy shiver and forget any complaints she might have. However, when Robin’s fingers finally, finally , sneaked right under the waist of Nancy’s skirt, she stopped. “Actually…” she said, back to her mockingly thoughtful tone, as if she hadn’t planned that move right before making it. “Nance, can you do me a favor?” Her voice didn’t have any right to sound so casual considering the path her fingers were following. They moved all the way back up Nancy’s body, her neck, and over her chin. The tip of her index finger tapped her bottom lip and Robin said, “Open up.”
Nancy didn’t need to be told twice. Her lips parted, and her knees trembled when Robin’s finger pushed into her mouth. She closed her lips around Robin’s finger and instinctively closed her eyes. She sucked on Robin’s finger, moved her tongue along the finger, and didn’t fight back when she felt that finger crook inside her mouth, right behind her bottom teeth, and pulled, making Nancy’s mouth open up again. Then Robin added her middle finger and eased her hold on Nancy’s jaw, letting her close her mouth around her fingers again. Nancy sucked on them greedily and worked her tongue against them even more eagerly. If that was what Robin wanted at the moment then she would give it her best. All her focus was put on Robin’s fingers sliding against her tongue, and she would’ve followed them anywhere.
When Robin tugged on her mouth to pry it open again, it was much more sudden. Nancy’s jaw opened and she felt her spit dribble down her chin and Robin’s fingers. “Can you do one more?” Robin asked her, her voice sounded far away and Nancy knew that Robin was leaning over her shoulder to look at the mess she was making of Nancy.
To answer Robin’s question, Nancy tried to nod and struggled, tried to speak and failed, and opted for a desperate whimper at the back of her throat that she madly hoped Robin would recognize and accept as a positive answer.
Of course she did.
Robin’s fingers returned to Nancy’s mouth. Three fingers this time. Three long, strong, and familiar fingers. They didn’t stay still this time. They pushed against Nancy’s tongue, fought back, caressed it, explored every inch of Nancy’s mouth, pushing against her cheeks, and more than once making her gag against them. Robin started pulling her fingers almost all the way out of her mouth and then back in a manner that had Nancy unable to hold back her moans.
Nancy’s legs were starting to shake. It took both of them a while to notice but, with nothing else to do with her hands, both of them were holding on to her gun for dear life. This meant she was holding the gun in front of her. This left the grip of the gun hanging in a very convenient place. At one point, when Robin’s skillful fingers made her gag again, Nancy’s hips acted on their own accord and pushed forward, looking for friction. It was great luck that they found it on the gun Nancy was holding in front of herself. One more attempt, a much more consciously done one on Nancy’s part, and she started to shamelessly do what she needed to do to relieve some of the desire that Robin was torturing her with. She didn’t even get to hope Robin wouldn’t notice.
As soon as Nancy let out one particularly heady groan, Robin stilled her movements and looked down at the gun pressed almost inconspicuously between Nancy’s legs.
“Oh…” Robin sighed. “I knew it.” She said it so quietly that Nancy wasn’t convinced she was even meant to hear, but she couldn’t even put all her focus on Robin at the moment. She knew that gun like the back of her hand. Even over the layers of clothing, she knew just how to angle it and how hard to press against it so she could grind on it and get as much pleasure as possible. Just when she thought about what a shame it was that she hadn’t done that before, Robin told her, “I knew it would turn you on, Nance. But actually seeing you get yourself off with a gun? Fuck. It’s something straight out of my fantasies.”
Nancy wanted to reply. She wanted to say something, anything. She wanted Robin to list every single one of those fantasies and set a time and place to make each and every one of them come true. But her mouth was still occupied drooling around Robin’s fingers, and her ability to form words was long lost in favor of concentrating on the stuttering movement of her hips over the gun.
Robin’s raspy voice pulled her out of her mindless state again, this time for something in Nancy’s favor. “Push down your skirt for me,” Robin said.
Nancy’s hands were shaking but she didn’t waste a single second following through with the given instructions. She hooked her thumbs on the waist of her skirt and hastily pushed it down. Not even caring about how desperate it made her feel or what maddening tricks Robin might have planned for it, Nancy took the initiative to also push her panties down her legs, letting them pool around her feet along her skirt.
“Good. Fuck. I love you so much,” Robin groaned.
Robin didn’t waste another second pulling her fingers out of Nancy’s mouth and moving them directly between her legs. Nancy gasped when those fingers finally touched her where she needed them most. Robin handled her exactly like she needed. There had been enough foreplay already, and Nancy had hungered for her touch for nearly a full hour beforehand. Robin instantly confirmed that Nancy was so wet and welcoming to her fingers. The fine hairs between her legs were damp and sticking to her skin. Her fingers glided easily between Nancy’s lips. Robin circled her clit and Nancy moaned and let her head fall forward with her eyes closed and her chin nearly hitting her own chest.
Nancy was breathing heavily, still recovering from Robin making her gag on her fingers, and she could feel her own spit cooling on her chin and along the front of her chest. She felt like she could crumble without Robin’s hands on her. The position wasn’t the most comfortable they had tried but it was working spectacularly. She didn’t have something in front of her to take some of her weight, and she didn’t know what to do with her right hand still holding her gun. But she could hardly focus on minor discomforts when all her senses were taken by Robin. Robin’s fingers ran steady circles over her clit, Robin’s lips worshiping the side of her neck, Robin’s chest rising and falling against Nancy in a clear display of how much she was affected by this too, and Robin’s left hand crawling up the front of Nancy’s body. Up and up, until her finger curled so slightly around Nancy’s throat. Nancy felt her heart skip a beat at the mere suggestion.
Nancy raised her head again. She was panting, both of her hands found a way to hold on to Robin’s forearm without dropping the gun, and when Robin applied just a little more pressure on her neck, Nancy gave her her loudest moan yet.
“Is it good?” Robin asked her quietly, she sounded as if she were also about to moan. “I got you, Nance,” she whispered, and then her hand pressed around Nancy’s throat slowly, methodically, with her fingers finding the exact spots they were meant to be and with Nancy’s pulse drumming against her palm. It wasn’t the first time either of them did that for the other, but Nancy would never get tired of the exhilarating pressure of Robin’s fingers tightening around her throat.
Nancy was so delighted, so thrilled, so lost to the feeling of her rapidly approaching orgasm that she almost missed the feeling of Robin’s fingers stilling between her legs. A moment later, Robin eased her hold on her neck, and Nancy was able to gasp for breath.
“Robin!” She gasped, unsure if she was complaining about the sudden stop, thanking her for everything, begging for more, or quite simply exclaiming the only word left on her mind at the moment.
“Do you trust me?” Robin asked as if she was paying no mind to Nancy's disheveled and desperate form.
When Nancy eagerly nodded for her, Robin, in a move that Nancy considered as the ultimate betrayal, fully pulled her hands off Nancy’s body. She changed her angle and once again brought her hand to Nancy’s lips. Nancy was shocked to feel her own wetness against her lips, and she flinched in surprise, but chose to make up for it by eagerly opening her mouth for them. Meanwhile, Robin used her other hand to pull the blouse completely off Nancy’s body, quickly followed by her already misplaced bra, promptly leaving her completely naked in the middle of the forest, with one gun in her hand and Robin’s wet fingers slipping into her mouth.
“Clean them up,” Robin whispered against her ear as her sole encouragement, making Nancy shiver and work harder to suck on Robin’s fingers.
Robin didn’t let them get too carried away this time. After a few seconds more, she pulled her fingers from Nancy’s mouth and said “Thank you” as she pressed an entirely too-sweet-for-the-moment kiss on Nancy’s temple. Next, Robin moved her hand back to Nancy’s chest, and it took Nancy a moment to realize it, but Robin wasn’t just trying to play with her nipples again, she was wiping her fingers on them, drying them, and making the most of it, not that Nancy was complaining at the feeling. She was only unhappy about the emptiness between her legs, but when she was getting ready to beg, she heard Robin say, “Now give me the gun.”
“What?” Nancy wondered breathlessly. “What are you…”
“Stay just like this, and give me the gun, Nancy,” Robin repeated her order.
Nancy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was one thing to handle the gun herself. She trusted her ability with that weapon more than with anything else in her life. It was something very different to leave it in Robin's hands.
And there was nothing else she wanted more in the world.
Nancy raised her hand with the gun quickly, and Robin took it. “Thanks,” Robin told her, with a quick nibble on her earlobe that had Nancy’s patience rapidly dwindling once again.
“Fuck,” Nancy whimpered when she felt the barrel of her gun press against her temple, just where Robin had tenderly kissed her a second ago. “Robin, please touch me,” she begged shamelessly, knowing full well that Robin wouldn’t tell her no.
In fact, Robin didn’t even say anything else for a while. She happily complied with Nancy’s request. Her left hand moved between Nancy’s legs, touching her quickly and intimately, but wasting little time to find Nancy’s entrance. She added a little pressure, and took a shaky breath when she felt Nancy do her best to part her legs open for her as a silent invitation. Robin had to adjust her posture a little bit, but she managed it. She had one hand holding a gun to Nancy’s temple, and another hand steadily pushing two fingers inside Nancy’s pussy, slowly but deeply, until she had Nancy spilling high-pitched moans.
Robin only stilled when she heard Nancy say, “Robin, take the safety off.”
“Nancy…” Robin said. Her voice was trembling, mostly due to exertion and arousal, but her hesitation was palpable. “I’m not sure…”
“Please,” Nancy said with a whine. She pushed her hips against Robin’s hands, doing her best to ride her fingers in their current position. She knew Robin was scared, but she knew how badly she wanted this. “Please, Robin. Please, I need it. I need to hear it. I need to know. Robin, please ,” she cried.
Nancy wasn’t sure she had ever begged for something so desperately in her life, not to Robin, not during sex, not ever. But all at once she knew that this was an inescapable need. She felt on the verge of tears, she felt like she couldn’t imagine going on with her life if she didn’t get this.
When she heard the unmistakable “click” of the gun, she nearly came on Robin’s hand at the sound. She gasped and moved her hips more frantically at the same time that Robin started fucking again, even faster. But, if Nancy knew her girlfriend well, which she knew she did, this wasn’t the end of it.
“I want you on your knees, baby,” Robin said, quite suddenly, once again giving Nancy whiplash at the quick loss of both of her hands moving away from Nancy’s body.
Nancy had to take a moment to process the words. She was breathing heavily and her body was shaking. Just a few minutes ago she had been convinced she could tough it out for twenty minutes and then go home and take control of the situation. Now she found herself struggling to string any coherent thoughts together. All she could do was follow Robin’s instructions.
Slowly, taking care of not losing her balance, Nancy kneeled on the ground. Fortunately, she was still conscious enough of herself to let her knees land on the soft fabric of the skirt she had discarded not too long ago. She considered that to be an admirable display of willpower, considering that the entire time she could feel the pressure of the loaded gun against her temple as Robin followed her down to the ground, kneeling right behind her. Nancy didn’t realize she was holding her breath waiting for Robin’s touch to return, until it all came out of her in an unsteady sigh when she realized that Robin’s right arm had moved around her to hold the gun in front of her. Not aiming anymore, just offering it on her palm for Nancy to take.
“There’s one last target left, Nance.”
“Oh… what?” Nancy said quietly. She couldn’t believe it. A deep and instinctual part of her wanted to snap, to laugh or yell about the ridiculous situation and the unfair request but, if she was being honest with herself, Robin’s request only made her get wet, even more than before. She would’ve done absolutely anything Robin requested at the moment.
“Hit the last target and I’ll make you come,” Robin said unflinchingly. She kissed Nancy’s bare shoulder and lightly bit the skin.
Nancy took a deep breath and tried her hardest to steady herself, but her exhale came just as shaky as the previous one. Her hands were trembling when she hesitantly picked up the gun. Robin’s hands came to her again, landing on her thighs, gently running up and down her skin. Robin chuckled affectionately when she felt Nancy helplessly parting her legs for her.
“Try not to think of where I want you to put that gun on me again next time,” Robin murmured. Her lips were ghosting the skin at the top of Nancy’s back, igniting goosebumps all over, spreading kisses over every inch of her skin.
Nancy gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and pretended this was the most serious challenge she’d ever faced. Logically, she was certain Robin wouldn’t deny her anything even if she failed, even if she refused to shoot at all. But she felt so desperate, so sensitive. The cold breeze, Robin’s hands on her quivering thighs, Robin’s tongue on her sweaty back. The combination of everything had her on the verge of tears. And Nancy Wheeler had always been good at working under pressure.
She fixed her grip on the gun. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She fixed her posture and distantly thought she heard Robin moaning at the mere suggestion of what was about to happen. She had to be careful, consider the recoil of the shot, and her position kneeling instead of standing up. But finally, she did it.
“Fuck yes!” Nancy cried out. She instantly put the safety of the gun back on and dropped to the ground next to them.
Robin laughed again, beyond delighted at seeing the little target far away completely destroyed.
“Okay, come here,” Robin said.
This time Robin wrapped her arms around Nancy and pulled her in against her own body in a way that left no room to question her intentions or doubt if she was about to stop them again anytime soon. Her left hand went directly between Nancy’s legs, she trailed her fingers along her soaked cunt just enough to get them wet and hear Nancy moan hungrily, then she pushed inside her with two fingers. At the loud and blissful groan that Nancy gave in response, Robin skipped through any building up, and she started fucking Nancy fast and hard, keeping a steady and relentless pace that Nancy absolutely loved her for.
At first, Robin's right arm came around to cradle Nancy’s body, keeping her upright and leaning against her chest, her hand landing on Nancy’s chest, teasing her nipples, and tugging at them hard enough to make Nancy whine and buck her hips against her hand. Nancy’s moans and Robin’s heavy breathing, the rustling of their clothes, the wet slap of Robin’s hand hitting Nancy’s cunt with every thrust of her fingers, those were the only sounds heard around them. They were both sweating, their muscles were burning, Nancy’s finally-free hands were switching between clutching at Robin’s arm and reaching behind her to dig her nails into Robin’s thighs and tighten her fingers on Robin’s hair, keeping her face locked against Nancy’s neck, leaving it bruised with her teeth. It was everything they had dreamed of. It had gone on for long enough.
“Come for me, Nancy,” Robin said and moved her right hand from Nancy’s chest to her clit. Nancy gasped at the feeling. She couldn’t control the way her lips rocked against Robin’s hands or the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Her bottom lip was burning with how hard she had bit into it to hold back the sounds that eventually won the fight and were tearing through her throat, unabashedly like never before. “Come on, baby. I want to hear you scream. No one can hear us here. Come for me,” Robin repeated with a groan as her fingers circled Nancy’s clit with more force than she usually used and exactly what Nancy wanted in that moment.
Nancy came hard, with a high-pitched whine, her eyes closed tightly and her lips parted in a silent scream. Her orgasm lasted a blissful, endless moment. She could feel her entire body quivering and Robin’s strong arms holding her through it, coaxing more and more pleasure out of her until there was nothing left to give. She was gasping for breath, struggling to calm her racing heart.
By the time Nancy opened her eyes again, she was sitting in Robin’s lap, with her legs stretched in front of her. One of Robin’s arms kept her tucked in against her chest, and her other hand was gently massaging her knees and the sore muscles of her thighs.
“Was that okay?” Robin asked her in a sweet whisper when Nancy looked up at her. “You can tell me if it was too much, if I shouldn’t have-”
“You’re perfect,” Nancy interrupted, placing a still shaky hand against Robin’s cheek and pulling her in for a gentle and slow kiss. “I loved it,” she whispered against Robin’s lips, and then pulled back and smiled at her, “I like it when you do that. And you’ll love it when I make you pay for all that teasing.”
Robin’s eyes widened and her eyebrows raised in happy surprise. “Well I can’t wait for that,” Robin laughed.
Robin offered Nancy a toothy grin reminiscent of the awkward, lovely teenager that Nancy first fell in love with years ago, easily reminding Nancy that she wouldn’t change their relationship for anything in the world.