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Robin groaned into her own hand, the confines of her disgusting jeans irritating her.
Her mask was discarded somewhere in the undergrowth beside her, and she could only imagine what Nancy would think if she saw her in her current state.
Nancy would probably think that she was disgusting, more than she probably already thought her to be. She would call her creepy and weird, perverted and predatory, even. She would kick her in the crotch and insult her.
Something vile in Robin was almost satisfied at that.
She let out a ragged series of breaths, crotch pushing into the earth more as she sort of wriggled and rutted about, she just wanted her bunny.
She untangled her other hand from a patch of grass by her and shoved it underneath her body, trying her best to unbutton her jeans and unzip them so she could get what she wanted most. She carelessly shoved her hand into her boxers, some sort of wince left her as soon as she wrapped her rough fingers around herself.
The more sensible part of Robin's brain knew how gross and vile this was, but she didn't have a care in the realm at the moment. She was really just zeroed in on trying to give herself some relief.
She had to bite down on her own fingers to keep an embarrassing moan from slipping out as her hand worked, stroking herself in a surprisingly eager manner.
"Nance.." she choked, the nickname muffled, like she was trying to keep it to herself.
She felt brainless like this, but it was all Nancy's fault.
They had a moment earlier.
Nancy was trying to unhook Jonathan, which made the situation a little worse if Robin put some thought into it. But she was brainless, so how would she even manage to do that?
The man went free, but Robin's blade found Nancy's side in a quick slash, and she fell to the ground in pain, hands clutching the large wound.
Nancy had shifted to sit up, looking up at her attacker with those soft doe eyes. The fear in them made her blood pump faster. The innocence about it made thoughts pop up that she immediately had to shut down. She was disgusted with herself.
Something hot boiled in Robin's gut as they stared at each other for a few quiet moments, the only sounds in the background being the panicked whispers of Nancy's fellow survivors and the mechanical noises of half-fixed generators around them.
Nancy looked so much more vulnerable compared to any other moments they had shared. And it made Robin's heart ache with a longing she had trouble expressing.
Sure, she'd injured Nancy plenty of times before, but never when she was close to Jonathan. Never when she was about to save him.
It left a bitter taste in Robin's mouth.
She knew Nancy and Jonathan were some sort of item.. More of anything than she and Nancy would ever be.
She hated that.
Nancy was supposed to be her's, wasn't she?
The Entity had promised that, Robin remembered. She could have Nancy as long as Robin ran around like some dumb jock basically "harvesting fear" from the survivors.
The Entity lied to her constantly, though, promising her victories that were always somehow out of reach and impossible to achieve.
She stroked herself a little more carelessly as she thought of what she would even do with Nancy if she belonged to her.
She wanted to sink her teeth into the rabbit's neck and hold her close, but she knew Nancy wouldn't let her do that, realistically speaking, Nancy would rather get back together with Steve Harrington than let Robin touch her with any form of intimate intent.
Robin knew that.
Nancy would hate her guts 10 times more if she knew that Robin was even thinking about her while getting off.
Maybe before she wouldn't mind, when everything was normal. When half of Robin's face wasn't torn up and nasty, and she didn't have to hide under a stupid bear mask, and when she could form slightly more logical sentences and say stupid things that made Nancy laugh. Back when her huge stupid, but somehow still too small, varsity jacket wasn't covered in blood and grime. When Robin's eyes were a kind ocean instead of being the distant storm they are now.
Nancy's eyes haven't changed at all, except for when they settled on the monster Robin had grown into.
She didn't blame the rabbit at all, she couldn't. But she didn't understand it all that well, either.
Despite everything, she was still Robin Buckley, right?
She wished she could go back and still be Nancy's Robin. Wished that she could be somebody that Nancy still trusted instead of despised with every bone in her body.
She could only pretend to try to have a grasp on Nancy's thought process…
If something that was evil took Nancy away from her and shaped the rabbit into a hare she wouldn't know what to do either, she thought.
What if she herself was shaping the rabbit into a hare? Making something delicate into something that had to build defenses just to keep itself safe from her… She felt something in her stomach lurch at that.
She had gotten so caught up in her thoughts about Nancy that she forgot what she was doing. She was just laying on the ground now, hand still shoved in her pants, but she wasn't even doing anything now.
She felt like she was going to be sick as she gathered herself, redoing her jeans and quickly forcing her mask back on so she didn't have to deal with the thought of anybody being able to see the tears forming in her eyes.
There was a different kind of pit in her stomach when she forced herself to stand. She was ashamed that she let herself be so easy for Nancy, even when Nancy didn't want her. It didn't really matter if Nancy wanted her or not, they were in a sort of dream realm, for the Entity's sake. They could do anything they wanted as long as it was one of their greatest fears or worst fantasy.
Robin didn't really know how she was supposed to face Nancy after this…
Especially when the rabbit was just a few feet away by the campfire, Jonathan by her side.