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Being one bedspace further away from an alarm clock than usual, Robin wasn’t rudely jolted, but rather gently nudged awake by the blaring, insistent beep. She shifted under the covers, fast growing frustrated as the beeping went on just a few seconds longer than acceptable. Aimlessly, she patted beside her, hoping to encourage the girl between her and the alarm to, politely, turn it the fuck off.
There was movement, and then, the sweet relief of silence. Robin cracked her eyes open, a smile instantly tugging on her lips at the sight of the red haired girl laying next to her. The late June sun shone through the sheer, pink curtains of Vickie’s bedroom, casting the two girls in a soothingly warm glow.
Vickie rolled her head to the side, their eyes meeting through sleepy vision.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
The warmth radiating on her skin Robin also felt inside, her heart swelling with the fresh euphoria that came with the honeymoon phase.
“I kinda like waking up next to you,” Robin hummed, nestling into the smaller girl. “Could get used to it.”
Vickie sighed with a similar content, “you know we can’t do it often.” The disappointment was underlying, but clear in her voice.
They had only been dating around six weeks, still learning how to navigate such a strictly secret relationship. Robin knew they had to be cautious, taking advice from Steve on the art of sneaking into a girl’s bedroom without her parents finding out, but when it came along with being in a relationship with The Vickie Dunne, her reckless urge of indulgence inevitably took over.
“Yeah, I do…” she agreed sorrowfully, before magnetising towards her lips. “We’ll just have to make the most of it.”
Leaning in, they kissed slow and sensual, melting into each other. Robin propped herself up on her elbow, letting her other hand graze up along the other girl’s arm and settle on her shoulder. Lust drove her as she deepened the kiss, letting out a light hum against her lips.
“Robin-”
Though pulling away momentarily, the redhead dove straight back in, sitting up more. The greater disciplined of the pair, Vickie fought a visible battle with the knowledge of her commitments, and her desire to keep kissing her girlfriend.
She forced herself to break away again, insisting with a grin, “I really have to get up now.”
“That’s okay, just leave your lips,” Robin rasped, trying to chase them again. She succeeded, Vickie letting herself have just another second of bliss.
Whining, she dragged herself away. “I’m gonna be late!” Heading to her closet, she justified to both the other girl and herself, “sick people need me.”
Robin groaned dramatically, flopping onto her back. “They need you to fluff their pillows!”
Vickie had left her uniform hanging on her closet door the night before, so only had to pull some underwear out of her drawer before beginning to change. Watching, her mischievous girlfriend’s blue eyes flashed as she removed her night shirt.
“Actually, on second thought, keep getting undressed.”
Despite it being the first night they’d stayed over, it had been far from the first time they’d been intimate; changing in front of each other was normal (and even welcome) practice already. The naughty comments they made to each other was also typical behaviour.
“Is sex all that’s on your mind?” Vickie asked as she hooked on her bra, rolling her eyes with affection.
“No,” Robin defended poorly, finally sitting up as she lazily dragged her fingers through her tangled mess of a bob. “I am perfectly capable of other thoughts, thank you.”
Pulling on her shirt, the redhead smirked. “Didn’t seem that way last night.”
With a pout, Robin leaned forward, vaguely stretching her hand out to her girlfriend. “Come on, Vick, just ten more minutes.”
“I’ve gotta be at the hospital by nine, and you need to get up too.”
Insistent, she picked Robin’s flannel shirt off the floor, chucking it at her before continuing getting dressed.
Getting an idea, the taller girl flopped onto her side, head at the foot of the bed.
“But I’m sick!” she tried.
Vickie shot her a soft-hearted glare.
“I’m lovesick,” Robin joked, giving a performative cough. “It’s terminal.”
Her girlfriend smiled at her, but did nothing more than shake her head at her antics. Robin’s eyes glanced intrigued over her pink and white uniform as she buttoned its straps.
“I require medical assistance from a very pretty nurse.”
“I’m not a nurse.”
“See, I’m so sick that I can’t even tell the difference.”
Finally, the candy striper decided to play along. She leant down, putting her palm on the girl’s forehead.
“Hmm, well you don’t have a fever,” she commented with a fake sincerity, removing her hand and moving closer to her face. “I think you’re full of shit. Exploiting medical services.”
Robin gazed up at her in challenge, putting on her best seductive eyes. “So what if I am?”
Despite another visible struggle, Vickie resisted temptation. “Come on, up!”
She tugged the other girl by the collar, attempting to yank her out of her bed, the two breaking into fits of laughter over their playful altercation.
A sharp knock on the door immediately stopped them both.
“Vickie, you ready yet?”
It was her mother.
“Shit!” Robin shouted in a whisper, now leaping up off the bed.
Panicking, Vickie called out, “just getting changed, don’t come in!”
Both frantic, they scrambled for what best way to cover themselves in what very little time they had. Mrs Dunne would be shocked to catch Robin there at all, nevermind in only her underwear and one of Vickie’s old band camp t-shirts.
Robin hastily grabbed her clothes, muttering repeatedly, “shit, shit, shit, shit, shit-”
With not enough time for her to leave, the shorter girl directed her towards the closet. “In here, go!”
The irony was not lost on either of them, but now wasn’t the time.
Vickie closed the door behind her, quietly apologising for doing so. Quickly, she kicked Robin’s backpack under her bed, before opening the door.
“Morning, mom,” she greeted as non-chalantly as possible.
“Morning, your breakfast is nearly ready.”
“Thank you,” she smiled politely, turning back to pull on her socks.
Walking further in, Mrs Dunne wondered, “did I hear you talking to someone?”
Uh-oh.
“No,” Vickie denied. “Just myself.”
That sounded weird.
“Well, my uniform.” She gestured to the straps. “Got it all twisted.”
“Oh, I thought you were on the phone to someone.”
Robin, clutching her clothes to her chest, tried so hard to silence the laugh that threatened to erupt out of her. She was really going to have to teach Vickie how to lie better.
Stiffly, the younger girl doubled down, “nope… just ranting at my clothes.”
Fortunately, and despite a funny look, the older woman bought it.
“Well, after your shift today, could you pick up some juice, we’re almost out.”
Vickie nodded. “I will do that, no problem.”
“Thank you.”
Satisfied, Mrs Dunne turned to leave. “Don’t take too long coming down.”
“I won’t.”
Smiling, Vickie closed the door behind her, releasing a sigh of relief. Swiftly, she let Robin out, the taller girl also exhaling as she stepped out.
“Okay, we have got to be more careful from now on,” Robin noted, keeping her voice quiet as she pulled her jeans on.
“Yes, we do,” the smaller girl concurred, still catching her breath somewhat after the panic.
The atmosphere became uncomfortably tense, Robin getting changed in silence. Part of her felt bad, like she blamed herself; Vickie could gage the regret on her face.
She tried to liven the mood, joking, “after four boys, my mom would never expect me to be the one hiding a girl in my room.”
A light laugh fell out of the other girl as she buttoned her shirt. Mood lifter successful.
Glancing towards the door, Vickie suggested, “I think my dad’s already left if you want me to try and sneak you out front.”
“No, it’s okay,” Robin assured, picking up her backpack as she moved towards the window, “my bike’s just down here anyway. Need to practise my route down.”
By a stroke of luck, Vickie’s bedroom was at the back of the Dunne house, her window halfway above the back of the garage; super convenient for lovers’ undetected comings and goings, which Robin had taken full advantage of a couple of times already.
Peering out the window, the redhead asked with apprehension, “are you sure?”
Robin shot her a look, unappreciative of her lack of faith.
“I don’t want to have to take you to the hospital with me.”
The lanky girl rolled her eyes with a grin as she opened the window, “give me some credit, Vick. I learned from the stealthiest of bedroom sneakers.”
Steve Harrington being almost as much of a klutz as her girlfriend was did not fill her with confidence. It was too late; Robin had one leg outside already. Practise would make perfect, she supposed (or at least as close as).
“I’ll call you?” the red haired girl confirmed.
With a nod, Robin beamed at her sweetly. “Don’t wait too long.”
They shared one final kiss, the taller girl just about keeping her balance on the window ledge. Both girls pulled away, knowing now they didn’t have the time to linger, Robin beginning her descent. Inevitably, she stumbled and lost her footing a number of times, making it to the ground unceremoniously. She looked back up, giving a mock bow and sending up a two fingered salute, before picking up her bike and cycling away.
Watching until she was out of sight, Vickie shut (and locked) the window, re-opening her closet. Even though it was summer, she took a light cardigan out, just in case the weather wasn’t quite warm enough to warrant going without. Lastly, she smoothed out her hair, checking the flush on her cheeks wasn’t too noticeable, before she headed downstairs.