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Late June turned early July had been so swelteringly hot in Hawkins that it was setting records.
When Robin was lifting boxes and sorting returns in the back she realized that she hadn’t been cold once during her shift. Usually she would be scrounging for a jacket after twenty minutes back there. The whir of the air conditioning had been a constant for the past few weeks, but now it was hardly enough.
Steve was faring worse than her. They’d been busier since school ended and he was a mediocre employee on a good day, which meant that he’d become a nightmare in these conditions.
“I seriously think we might die in here,” he said, slumping against the counter as the last of a group of customers trickled out the door. “Seriously.”
Robin hoisted herself onto the counter next to him. “Wait, you’re being serious?”
“Are you not melting?” Steve peers up from where his head has been pressed into his elbow.
“I don’t even have air conditioning at my house,” she replies. “But, I did get an idea while I was rewinding tapes. Are you busy this weekend?”
“Is it the fourth?” Robin hums in agreement. Steve shakes his head.
“Well, I was thinking, obviously we won’t go to Lover’s Lake, but we could find another lake to go to?” Robin patiently watches Steve consider, until his head pops up all of a sudden, eyes bright, a slow grin taking over his face.
“Dude, my uncle has a boat. He hasn’t used it since, like, eight-two because he’s old and half dead but he has a lake house, too. He totally wouldn’t care if we used it.”
“Dude!” Robin shoves him, lovingly but with a little force. She’s grinning now, too. “I can’t believe you’ve been sitting on this information.”
“I haven’t been there in years. It’s only like an hour and a half away, though.” He observes the shop, giving each aisle a once over, then glancing at the latest box of returns, only half full. “Since I’m doing you this tremendous favor, I think it’s only fair that I get to leave early.”
“That’s totally—“ Robin starts to protest, but Steve keeps going.
“I’m going to have to visit my uncle and talk about boring old person stuff and pretend to be an upstanding citizen who would not dream of defiling his beloved vacation home.”
“And we won’t,” Robin assures, feigning innocence.
“And we won’t,” Steve echoes.
Later, while Robin is counting down the last hour of her shift, Steve pops into the store behind a noisy friend group. As soon as she finishes ringing up a customer, he slides up to the counter and gives her two thumbs up.
“He said, ‘no sex, drugs, or rock and roll.’ But it’s all ours for the weekend.”
“Geez, what a buzzkill,” Robin muttered, rolling her eyes. “Guess you’re not inviting Munson, then.”
“Already stopped by to give him a personal invitation, actually.”
There’s a time where Steve would have been a spluttering mess over that, so Robin decides to spare him any teasing. He, on the other hand, does not extend the same favor.
“I assume you’ll be bringing Nancy?”
“Steve!” She scolds. “No. It’s really, really not like that.”
The noisy group comes up with a sizable stack of movies, which Robin checks out with still red cheeks, sending Steve a few dirty looks. He only laughs.
It isn’t like that. It has adamantly not been like that, until it’s the Fourth of July and Steve’s starting the boat up and Eddie is loading up the cooler and Nancy’s coming down from the house in nothing but a white string bikini and tiny denim shorts. Loose curls and a borrowed pair of Robin’s sunglasses.
Robin’s heart is racing. It’s like that, maybe always has been. Maybe she can deny it when Nancy’s got more clothes on, but she definitely can’t right now. Nancy’s always made her a little nervous, prompted rambles and butterflies and shaky hands, but Nancy’s a pretty girl, objectively speaking, so it was easy to chalk it up to that. Nothing was at stake if Robin didn’t think about anything more.
Doesn’t really matter, because Nancy is smiling at her and Robin is helpless, grinning back. She can’t do much but think of how good Nancy looks.
“Quite a number you’ve got on there, Wheeler. Where’s the rest of it?” Robin jokes. Nancy does a little twirl, arms in the air, showing off her almost bare back before climbing onto the boat.
“Thought you were a feminist, Buckley,” Eddie says.
“Something like that,” Steve mumbles. Robin doesn’t even shoot him a look, doesn’t have it in her to do much but stare.
Nancy’s digging in her bag and then holding up a bottle of sunscreen, looking expectantly at Robin. “Do my back?”
Robin feels her cheeks heat up a little bit, but she nods and takes the bottle anyway. Her hands shake when she squeezes the bottle, though the lotion comes out easily. They shake on Nancy’s back, gliding more than rubbing just in case Nancy can feel her falter.
Nancy looks over her shoulder, eyes on Robin, catching her off guard. “Under the straps, too, please.”
“‘Course,” Robin almost whispers, dipping her fingers under the tiny straps on Nancy’s back, skin too hot from just a few minutes outside.
“All done.” Robin pulls her hands away, unsure of what to do with them now that she has no reason to touch Nancy. “Can you, um, can you do mine?” It slips out more than anything. Steve already did Robin’s back while they all waited for Nancy, but thankfully no one brings that up.
When Nancy first touches her, she gasps, back arching a bit.
“Too cold?” Nancy asks, voice not so much concerned as it is amused, mixed with something else that Robin can’t think about right now.
“Sorry,” Robin says quietly. They can both feel the sunscreen, not colder than room temperature at least, heating up from warm skin and the sun.
Robin’s bathing suit covers more than Nancy’s, thick shoulder straps and a band in the back, shorts pulled up a little higher than the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Nancy’s fingers dip under all of them, don’t stop until she meets the hem of Robin’s bottoms. She lingers for a moment, Robin draws in a sharp breath.
“All done,” Nancy says, pulling her hands away and snapping the bottle shut.
“Thanks,” Robin breathes, not turning around to look at her. She drops down on the leather seat and notices for the first time that Steve has already started the boat.
Eventually it’s too hot to stay out of the water, so they head in the direction of the house, anchoring so they can hang out on the boat but avoid the majority of the holiday crowd. Though it goes unsaid, they’re not a very patriotic group, all things considered.
Steve jumps in first, followed by Eddie, both of them teasing the girls for taking their time. Robin kicks off her shorts and stands on the side, turning around to check for Nancy. She steps up beside Robin, denim shorts laying beside the rest of the discarded clothes, nothing but tiny white bottoms with strings on either side. Robin only drags her eyes away when she sees Nancy holding out her hand.
“On three?” Nancy asks. It’s not a question though, because she grabs Robin’s hand and jumps immediately, pulling Robin under with her. The cold water is a welcome sensation, cooling down Robin’s too hot skin, overwhelming her with something other than Nancy for a few moments.
They float for a while, taking turns on the single raft they found in a closet at the house. No one stays on long, either because of the heat or because someone pushes them in. Nancy stays on longest, because Robin fights off Steve twice, splashing him and pushing his head under the water when he tries to fight back. Eddie doesn’t even bother, opting instead to dig out a joint and hand out beers from the cooler.
Robin has two beers and only one hit of the joint before she catches herself staring at Nancy climbing up the boat ladder. She’s generally a lightweight, but she’s had basically nothing. She feels a little bit out of her mind, anyway. Wonders if she should smoke more, if maybe she could relax then. Maybe she’s just too tuned into this whole thing and if she got herself to stop thinking so much, then she could just enjoy herself.
But Nancy Wheeler is dripping wet, and she doesn’t mean to keep looking, but she can’t do much else.
She feels something touch her foot and nearly shrieks, but it’s just Steve, giving her a look that’s almost pitying.
“Get up there and talk to her,” he whispers, quiet but firm. She shakes her head, eyes wide and panicked.
“She’s into you, man,” Eddie whispers.
“You guys are like a really weird team and I kind of hate it,” Robin says, swimming towards the ladder with no real plan. Nancy peeks over the side before Robin’s out of the water, though, holding up a can of beer and frowning.
“Is this all that’s left?” She asks.
“There’s another case inside,” Eddie says.
“I’ll go get it,” Robin offers, glad to find an excuse for a few minutes alone. “Just bring the boat over when I’m back.”
The house is cold, the breeze from the fans making Robin immediately shiver. She shuts the door quietly and presses her forehead against the cool white paint, taking a deep breath.
“Fuck,” she whispers, though it does nothing for the frustration that’s been building since this morning. For months, if she’s honest. She closes her eyes and all she can see is Nancy in her stupid white bikini, strings peaking out of her shorts, Robin’s fingers on her, under the straps. Nancy climbing the ladder, water running down her legs, bathing suit clinging so tight. The faint outline of her nipples, hard from the cold water.
Robin shifts, clenching her thighs, hoping for relief without having to touch. If she uses her hands it feels like crossing a line, but this isn’t enough. She’s still got her forehead against the door, but she shifts so that her chest is too, one hand falling slowly, only grazing her thigh before she pulls it back.
“No, I’m not doing that. Fuck,” she groans. “Beer, I need the beer.”
She pulls the case out of the fridge and leaves it on the floor. She turns on the tap, splashing some on her face—her cheeks have been warm since Nancy walked out in that goddamn bikini and no amount of cold water has helped—and she pours a glass of water.
She’s leaning against the counter, halfway through her glass, when the door opens and Nancy slips inside.
“Hi,” is all Nancy says, whispered with a smile on her lips, the one she’s been giving Robin all day. The one that’s driving her crazy. She’s standing a few feet away and Robin grips the counter in what is probably a complete overreaction, but she’s so scared she’ll reach for Nancy. She wants to touch her so bad. Sun kissed cheeks, rosy lips, damp skin. It’s enough to make her ache, to make her burn.
“Hi,” Robin says back, but she thinks she’s probably staring at Nancy like she wants to devour her, or like she’s completely terrified of her—both true—so, of course, Robin puts her water down and keeps talking. “I’m sorry if I’m being weird, or like, looking at you weird. I’m just a little bit overwhelmed—“
“Am I overwhelming you?” Nancy asks her, stepping closer, like she wants Robin to prove it.
“Yes,” Robin breathes. “I’m sorry, I don’t—“
“Robin,” Nancy says, grabbing Robin’s hands so that she can’t keep waving them around while she talks. So Robin has to look at her. “I want you to look at me.”
“You do?” she asks, meeting Nancy’s gaze, finally. Her eyes are dark, not as big and excited as usual, but dark and focus. Nancy nods, letting go of Robin’s hands to cup her cheeks, thumbs brushing over the warmest parts of them. Her eyes shift to Robin’s mouth, and that’s the breaking point.
Robin’s the one who pushes forward, hesitating only a moment when she feels Nancy’s breath on her lips, warm and intoxicating, before finally kissing her. Nancy’s lips are soft, faintly taste like her cherry lipgloss. She hums into Robin’s mouth when she feels Robin’s hands on her, over her sides, on her hips, fingers clutching her back. It’s not chaste, Nancy’s mouth is open like she’s begging for more no matter what Robin does.
Robin feels dizzy as the shift, as Nancy moves backward, pulling Robin with her. They run into the door eventually, and then Robin’s fully pressed against her. She’s scared for a second that she doesn’t know what to do, but she thinks back to everything she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about earlier.
She moves away from Nancy’s mouth, kissing her jaw and shifting to press her thigh between Nancy’s legs at the same time, which has her taking a sharp breath and rocking herself forward onto Robin’s leg, fingers pulling at Robin’s hips in hopes for more friction.
Robin kisses down her neck, hint of teeth in the spot that gets the most reaction from Nancy, and then she’s twirling her fingers in the strings of Nancy’s bikini.
“Take it off,” Nancy breathes out, turning to look at Robin, kissing her as soon as she’s close enough to do so. Robin pulls the ties on both sides and the swimsuit falls to the floor. Nancy unties the back of her top and flings it over her head, reaching her fingers under Robin’s top and pulling it off as well.
Robin pulls back, pressing one more kiss to Nancy’s lips and brushing her fingertips over her jaw, taking her in. She looks a little breathless, eyes wild and chest heaving, and Robin has to bite her lip to keep her cool. She runs her fingers down Nancy’s chest, tracing a finger over her hard nipple. Nancy gasps, eyes flickering down to Robin’s hand as it goes lower, slowly presses between Nancy’s thighs.
“Fuck,” Robin says, eyes locked on Nancy as she ghosts two fingers over her clit. “You’re so wet, baby.” Her fingers go further, pressing one inside, just enough to curl. Nancy gasps, fingers clutching Robin’s arm.
“More,” Nancy begs, rocking her hips against Robin’s hand, gasping with every movement. Robin’s still going slow, though, curling with rhythm but no urgency, just because of how desperate it’s making Nancy. Her eyes are glassy, squeezing shut when Robin adds another finger.
“Please,” Nancy whines, voice more raw than before. She brings a hand up to Robin’s hair, messily grabbing at her and pulling her into a kiss that’s mostly tongue and Nancy’s gasps.
“Need to come, Robin, please,” she mumbles against Robin’s lips. Robin’s a little breathless, moaning into Nancy’s mouth as she pushes her harder against the door. Robin curls her fingers faster, watching Nancy fall apart each time she bumps her clit.
“So fucking hot, Nance,” Robin whispers, peppering hot, wet kisses along Nancy’s neck. She feels Nancy’s grip tighten, her hips stuttering as they work to match Robin’s pace, to get as much as she can give. “That’s it, baby.”
Nancy’s mouth falls open, moaning as she comes around Robin’s fingers, eyes heavy-lidded but fixed on her. Nancy’s fingers are tight in Robin’s hair and she pulls at her again as Robin slows, panting little gasps into Robin’s mouth.
Nancy tugs on Robin’s arm gently, taking her hand from between her legs and bringing it up to her lips. She’s sliding Robin’s fingers into her mouth, running her tongue over them, sucking on them with perfect pink lips. She pulls off of them and wipes at her mouth and all Robin can do is stare, really, because it’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to her.
“Sorry about your arm,” Nancy says, nodding her head towards the red marks that her fingers left on Robin’s forearm. Robin hadn’t even noticed. “Think I can make it up to you.”
“Yeah?” Robin asks, voice low from how turned on she is. Nancy grabs her hand, guiding her to the couch. She kisses her, tongue dragging over Robin’s, tasting a little bit like come, and then Nancy pushes her onto the couch and drops to her knees.
She hooks her fingers around the band of Robin’s bathing suit bottoms and Robin shifts her hips so she can take them off. Immediately, she can feel how wet she is, how much she’s aching for Nancy to touch her. Nancy looks up at her as she pushes Robin’s thighs apart, and Robin’s head falls back onto the couch when Nancy presses a kiss to her thigh.
“Pretty,” Nancy says, almost absently, and she immediately blushes. Robin can’t help but giggle, brushing a thumb over Nancy’s cheek as she smiles up at her. She grazes a finger along Robin’s cunt. “All this for me, baby?” And it’s such a line, but Robin’s absolutely losing her mind over the little bit of stimulation.
“Can’t tease me,” Robin says, pleading a little, running her fingers through Nancy’s hair. Gently, she grips it and pulls Nancy closer, desperate for her mouth. Nancy moans, hot breath against Robin’s cunt. “All day in that fucking bathing suit, I need you to touch me, Nancy, please.”
Nancy smirks, like that was what she was waiting for, like Robin wasn’t desperate enough until now. She presses her lips to Robin’s clit, just a kiss, and watches Robin’s head fall back. She’s hesitant, Robin wonders if she’s done this before, but then she’s got her mouth wrapped around Robin, her tongue hot as she licks over her clit.
Robin’s loud, can’t stop talking, but not really saying anything, just please please please and just like that and so fucking good. She keeps a hold on Nancy’s hair, just for something to do with her hands, only tugging on it when she can’t really stop herself.
“Gonna come, baby,” Robin gasps, watching as Nancy’s eyes flick up to hers, can’t look away even though they’re both a little bit frantic. Nancy reaches an arm up to grab Robin’s tit and Robin wraps a hand around Nancy’s, holding onto her tight as Nancy pushes her over the edge. Robin’s thighs are tight around Nancy’s head and her back arches off the couch, moans deep and broken as she comes on Nancy’s tongue.
She pulls Nancy off of her, up onto her lap for a kiss, tasting herself on Nancy’s lips.
Eventually, Nancy pulls back and looks at her, smiling contently, brushing Robin’s hair off of her forehead.
“For what it’s worth, you really do have a pretty pussy,” Nancy says, grinning down at her, trying not to giggle. Robin groans, hiding her face in Nancy’s neck, smiling into her skin. She nips at Nancy’s collarbone and it’s enough to get her off of Robin’s lap.
“Okay, okay, we’re like an hour late on the beer run,” Robin says, pulling her bathing suit bottoms back on. She spots Nancy’s top under the couch and pulls it out by the string, only to find that the inside layer has been completely removed.
“Nance, did you cut the padding out of your bathing suit?”
Nancy looks between Robin and the bathing suit, grins, and shrugs. “I wanted you to look.”