Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. It takes place around Season 4, when both girls are 18.
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Robin Buckley could never have imagined it was possible for her to be this happy. She'd tried, but happiness was something which happened to other people. Normal people. Not girls who wanted other girls. Who wanted a girlfriend. And really, where was she supposed to find one of those? Especially in a small town? But it actually happened, and with pretty much the last girl she would have expected.
But Nancy Wheeler had proven to be full of surprises, and Robin loved her for it. And so many other things. Everything, really. This girl was perfect, in her admittedly biased opinion. Or at least, perfect for her. In ways which the poor, hopeless lesbian couldn't have even imagined. Ways which made her blush, just thinking about them.
Like, the best she thought she could hope for was a girl looking to practice for a guy, who would then kick her out of bed the moment they were done. But Nancy showed her so much love and tenderness, it was truly overwhelming. God, Robin had never been happier than in this moment, and they weren't even kissing or having sex. Both of which Robin loved, and would hopefully happen soon.
Like it had every time they'd been alone together for the past week or so. And yet, just getting to lay in her own bed, with another girl in her arms was like the best thing ever. Her girlfriend! Her girlfriend, Nancy freaking Wheeler, was in her arms, and even though the TV was on, the two of them weren't really watching it. They were just together, in this quiet moment, and everything was perfect. Which of course, Robin just had to ruin by opening her big mouth.
Or more accurately, chuckled softly, which had Nancy frowning against her chest, and questioning, "What?"
"Nothing." Robin protested unconvincingly.
Nancy sighed, reluctantly lifted her head, and gave her girl a look, "Robin?"
"What?" Robin protested again, before sighing, "I was just... being stupid."
"Probably." Nancy admitted, and then pushed, "But tell me anyway. Please? I told you, I don't want there to be any secrets between us. Not again."
"It's not..." Robin began, before sighing again in defeat, and then beginning to ramble nervously, pretty much without pausing for breath, as she often did around her precious Nancy, "I was just thinking about that sleepover we had right before we got together. You know, the one you insisted on us snuggling, just like this, because you said it was what all girls did during sleepovers? God, I was so miserable, because I was so close to what I couldn't have. And I was terrified you were about to figure out I was a freak who liked girls. Or worse, I'd do something stupid, and ruin what we had. And now? I'm just... I'm just so, happy. I... I didn't think I could be this happy."
"Robin..." Nancy smiled fondly, reaching down to gently stroke the other girl's face, "You do know, I was trying to seduce you, right?"
"Well, now I do." Robin blushed.
"Only because I spelled it out for you. And stuck my tongue in your mouth." Nancy quipped dryly, laying down upon Robin's nearest available breast, and smiling fondly, "Honestly, you're such a dingus."
"Yeah, well..." Robin forcefully replied, so unused to having that word used against her that she just blurted out, "Girls are confusing. Especially you."
"Me?" Nancy frowned, reluctantly lifting her head again, "What's so confusing about me?"
"Well, one second, you're all about boys. The next..." Robin began, quickly realizing this was a mistake, and trying to dig herself out of it, only to end up digging herself deeper, "And, and one second, you're super sweet and loving, the next you're like a dominatrix, or something. And yet, here you are, being little spoon, or whatever the fuck. Which... confusing!"
For a few long seconds, Nancy just smiled fondly at Robin, then she explained, "Firstly, this? This is not spooning. But I do get your point. Not that it matters, because I'm comfortable enough with our roles in this relationship to be in any position I want. Also, you have bigger boobs, which make such wonderful pillows."
"I like your boobs!" Robin blurted out.
There was a brief pause, then Nancy blushed, "Come on, you don't wish they were bigger?"
"Their perfect." Robin insisted, "You're perfect."
"Dingus." Nancy grumbled through a blush, then sternly added, "But in all seriousness, if... if I ever go too far, I want you to tell me."
"Okay." Robin said softly, and nonchalantly. Then when Nancy gave her a look she protested, "Okay, okay, I promise."
"Good." Nancy said, before smirking, "As for why I've been acting like a dominatrix? It's because there is just something about you which, inspires me. It's new, and exciting, and I can't get enough. And apparently, neither can you. And, this isn't always the case, but sometimes, when it's two girls, or two boys... one is the dominant one, and the other is submissive. And you, Robin Buckley, are just the perfect little bottom."
"Hey!" Robin protested.
"It's not an insult. Just a fact." Nancy explained, "And as a journalist, or at least hopefully one in the future, I seek the truth. And when we touch, I want to tell you what to do and be in control. And you just, let me. There's nothing wrong with it, as long as I don't push you too far. And I'm trying not to, I really am. But you just make it so easy to push."
For a few long seconds, Robin's face was redder than her hair, then she squeaked, "You don't have to push. I'd do anything for you."
"That's what I love about you. And what I'm afraid of." Nancy admitted, leaning down to kiss Robin gently, and then admitting, "I just... I want to give my girl everything she wants. Everything she needs."