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Sun finds its way into the room despite the closed curtains, golden light pooling across the bed and further wall. It's crawling up towards Nancy, her face uncovered and her eyes lightly shut in her sleep, her lips slightly parted and various murmurings escaping in sleep.
The moment the morning casts its ghost across Nancy, Robin burrows her face in her hair and neck. Nancy offers protection from the morning and security in the gentle tangle of their hands and limbs, and she stays asleep even against the bright sun.
Robin merely relaxes, allowing the leftovers of sleep to loosen her muscles and settle her weight into the bed. It's been a long time since she slept half as well as this and she's basking in it, closing her eyes once again and tightening her grip on Nancy's waist. It's a Saturday and they have all the time in the world right now if they want it.
If Nancy were anyone else, Robin might be afraid she'd wake and change her mind; that she'll realise who's sharing her bed, and toss her out, Robin's muddled pile of clothes shoved against her chest and her stumbling self shown the door.
But it's Nancy.
Nancy who wants to kiss her.
And right now, Nancy is very warm. Her hands are cold — Robin's brushed hands with her enough to know — but under the covers, sharing space and heat and air, Nancy's pleasantly warm. And soft. Every time Robin's skin brushes Nancy's, she's reminded of how smooth Nancy's skin is, and how smooth she must be all over, in other places Robin's trying not to think about.
"I can hear you thinking," Nancy mumbles. Her lips are barely parted and sleep hasn't entirely let go of her yet.
Robin curls her fingers around Nancy's hip. "Was thinking about you," she says, muffled by Nancy's shirt and her cheek squished against it. "You're warm. And soft. 'S nice."
Nancy turns her head, nose brushing into Robin's hair. "You're warm," she says. Her chest lifts with a deep inhale, sleep slowly shaken off, and she hmms, content. "Do you work today?"
"Later," Robin replies. Her thumb feels along a patch of skin where Nancy's shirt has risen up, just above her waist. "Keith's working this morning. Steve and I have the day to relax."
"Tell me about him."
Robin laughs. "Who, Steve?"
Nancy's smile can be heard in her voice. "No, silly. Keith. Tell me about him."
"I don't think there's much to tell," Robin says candidly. Her fingers pinch the edge of Nancy's pajama shirt, knuckles smooth against her skin, and she tilts her head up, enough that Nancy's lips brush her forehead. Hesitant, she sighs, deflating. "He used to work at the arcade and I'd go there sometimes, when I was younger. Mostly to avoid going home when I didn't have band. And at school, he was always kinda weird. Doesn't like Steve, does like the ladies."
"The ladies?" Nancy's grinning.
"Any girl age appropriate and attractive."
Nancy's hand pillowed under Robin's head shifts out, and Nancy's moving down and rolling onto her side. Her hair is a cloud of curls around her, a halo of flattering bedhead. Robin's fingers, firm on her hip, slip up to Nancy's face, to tuck a loose curl behind her ear. Her nose is so close to Robin's, she can practically feel it; subconsciously, she nudges her with her own.
"So, does he ever hit on you?"
The tip of Robin's nose brushes Nancy's. She can smell the perfume lingering on her wrists. "Keith? Please, Nance. No one hits on me."
"Well," Nancy says, a shy smile curling at her lips. "I wouldn't say that's true."
Robin raises an eyebrow at her. "Yeah?"
"You're in my bed, wearing my pajamas, lying this close. You don't think I'm hitting on you?"
The world halts to a stop. The sunlight tangling in Nancy's curls doesn't come any closer, even Nancy's index finger slowly tracing patterns along Robin's arm seems to completely pause. Robin's not even sure she's breathing until Nancy speaks again, and the world seems to remember itself.
"A guy would. That's all I'm saying."
Robin swallows so loud she could swear Nancy hears it. "Is that a problem? That I'm not a guy?"
"No." Nancy's index finger moves further up, slipping under Robin's short sleeve to her freckled shoulder. She's feeling along the delicate warmth of Robin's body, slowly committing it to her memory. "I'm glad you're not. I'm really — I'm really, really glad you're Robin. Penguin pajamas and all. I wouldn't want to kiss you, otherwise."
"You should." Too eager, she tells herself. Steadying her shaky hands, she adds, "Kiss me, I mean. If you want to. No pressure. And I've never kissed anyone before, so I can't compare, not that you should be worried about that. I wouldn't compare anyway. And I—"
The angle's awkward but Nancy nudges Robin's head slightly to the left, using a hand on her jaw to tilt it how she wants, and closes the gap between them. If her body is warm, it has nothing on the heat of her mouth. She is softer in other places, like the way her tongue lulls into Robin's mouth and readily fills its vacancy.
Robin's body pushes against Nancy's, fingers tangling in her hair to hold her close; she swears the rest of the world disappears and it's just the two of them, nothing and no one else. Everywhere it's Nancy— remnants of sweet perfume; the warmth of her mouth and the cold of her hands; the low moan she gives in response to Robin accidentally tugging too tight on her hair.
She opens her eyes a breadth, to catch a glimpse of how beautiful Nancy looks, and stops.
Nancy stops a fraction of a second later. "Robin?" she breathes, pink colouring her cheeks. "I'm sorry—"
"Tom," Robin blurts.
"Tom?"
"Your Peeping Tom? Remember?"
The rigidity of Nancy's shoulders fades and she lets her head fall forward, smothering a smile against Robin's neck. "I forgot he was there," she sighs. "I thought you'd changed your mind. I'm sorry, I was going to ask you to kiss me first. It just kinda happened and…"
"It was good. It was better than good," Robin reassures. She lifts a hand to Nancy's back, resting it carefully to encourage her to stay where she is, pleasantly pressed against her. "And if you ever want to do it again, I wouldn't say no. I mean, I'd say yes. Definitely. Because it was good. It was a really good kiss. I think."
"We'll have to keep trying until it's great, then."
Robin snorts. "Wheeler, you are smooth. I didn't realise you were such a flirt."
Nancy raises herself up on one elbow, Her hair is tousled and falling around her face, lit up gold in the morning sun. "Buckley," she grins, eyes softening on Robin, "I've been flirting with you for weeks. It's nice of you to finally notice."
"Weeks?" Robin repeats. "I didn't realise I was such a catch. Was it watching me fight my jacket outside Family Video that lured you in, or my complete inability to run?'
"You are a weird runner, but it was neither."
"So, my magnetising charm? The bit of drool on my lip last time I played in band? Come on, Nance. Are you not going to give me anything?"
Nancy merely smiles to herself, ducking her chin and blinking up at Robin. "I don't think you give yourself enough credit."
The corners of Robin's mouth downturn. "You don't?"
"No," then, leaning closer, "I'm going to kiss you again. Okay?"
Robin's eyebrows disappear into her fringe and her hand on Nancy's back curls in the loose fabric of her shirt, half in preparation and half to make sure Nancy stays close. "Please."
Their second kiss is slower, as if Nancy's enjoying taking her time. She sets the pace and Robin follows, her hand once again sliding steadily into Nancy's hair, trying not to pull too hard as Nancy pushes off her elbow and is leaning further over Robin. Her hand intentionally slips under Robin's pajama shirt, another kiss swallowing her small gasp at the unexpected contact.
"You're smart," Nancy murmurs, so close her lips brush Robin's. "Maybe not a genius," she jokes, pulling back to look at Robin ruined beneath her, "but you cracked a top secret Russian code at your local mall. I'm sure you're the only person alive right now who could say that, right?"
"Says little miss shot in the dark." Robin's eyes don't leave Nancy's lips. "You're a modern day Einstein."
Nancy presses a kiss to the corner of Robin's mouth. "I like your hand in my hair," she admits, voice low. "And I'm not an Einstein, either. I… read."
"You read?"
Nancy's laughing before she knows it. "Yeah, I read. It's helpful, and not all aliens cloning Elvis, by the way. The history of Hawkins can be kinda out there sometimes, but it's worth it. It never hurts to know stuff."
"Like kissing?" Robin whispers. "Very helpful that you know that."
"Yes, like kissing," Nancy whispers back. She rolls her eyes for show. "Wanna know something else I know?"
"Hmm. Like what?"
"The importance of sleep for young, adolescent minds." Nancy presses in close, speaking directly into Robin's ear. "It's early. We have all day since you start this afternoon. Chances of you willingly going back to sleep with me?"
Robin rears her head into Nancy's shoulder. "One hundred and ten percent if you promise to kiss me again when we wake up."
Nancy smiles at her. "How could I possibly say no to that?"