#if nobody got me i know crushcandles got me

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Cold sheets + ronance (please! xoxo)

I was going to write something sad for this, and then I remembered that I could just write smut LOL Thank you for this, dear @crushcandles! I hope you enjoy it! Thanks to everyone who's already sent me Stranger Things femslash prompts! I've already got a few more lined up, but please keep them coming! Explicit sex behind the cut. No serious warnings, although if the thought of someone putting their whole body weight on top of you isn't for you, maybe give this a miss. Also I guess it kind of vaguely counts as temperature play?

Robin wakes to find that the other side of the bed is still empty. When she slides her hand across the sheets, they’re cold under her fingers. If she listens carefully, she can hear the clatter of Nancy’s typing from the living room. So she’s still working, then, at—Robin squints at the luminous display of Nancy’s alarm clock—two-thirteen A.M.

Robin groans into her pillows and reaches blindly for the covers, which seem to have wandered off while she was asleep. The bedroom is surprisingly cold, the air raising goosebumps on the bare backs of Robin’s thighs. She rubs one socked foot against her ankle and whines. It’s not that it would be difficult to get up and pull the sheets off of the floor, it’s just that she’s loathe to give up what little warmth is left between her body and the mattress. Still half-asleep, she can’t stand the thought of getting all the way out of bed to retrieve the sheets, only to climb back in and find they’ve lost their last vestiges of heat. She’d much rather lie here and feel sorry for herself that Nancy’s not here to warm her up—just for a minute or two.

“OK?”

Robin cranes her neck to look over her shoulder, and can just barely make out Nancy standing in the dark doorway of the bedroom. She’s wearing Robin’s stretched-out old IU sweatshirt, which is oversized even on Robin, almost comical on Nancy.

“’S cold,” Robin mumbles, her sleep-muddled complaint coming out petulant.

Robin can practically hear Nancy’s amusement at her expense, but she just hunkers down against the mattress and says, “Someone should come warm me up.”

A moment later, the mattress sinks down beside her, and then Nancy is pressed against her back, so warm she’s almost a brand on Robin’s chilled skin.

“Like this?” Nancy murmurs into Robin’s hair.

“Mm-hmm.” The weight of Nancy’s whole body is delicious, pressing her hips against the mattress.

Nancy dips her head to nuzzle Robin’s neck and says, mock-saccharine, “Did you miss me?”

Robin whines again—pathetic in a different way, this time. “Uh-huh,” she says, and squirms a little for good measure.

Nancy laughs, and then slips one hand between, Robin’s body and the sheets, past her hip, finding the seam of her with unerring precision. “Is this what you want?” she breaths against Robin’s ear, her voice husky, not teasing anymore.

“Yeah,” Robin gasps, jumping under Nancy’s touch.

Nancy doesn’t hesitate after that, working Robin’s clit roughly in the tight space beneath her body. It’s unbelievable how fast Nancy can turn her on. Robin wasn’t even thinking about sex a minute ago, and now she’s aching for it, so eager for Nancy, and, fuck, it’s good, as she rocks her hips into Nancy’s touch, their combined weight bearing her down against the quick, sweet movement of Nancy’s fingers.

“Feeling warmer now?” Nancy asks, and all Robin can do is nod, sweating where Nancy’s breasts are pressed against her back, and slick between her clenched-together thighs. Her breath comes in shuddering gasps, flaring humid across the sheets. She feels wrapped up in Nancy, held, lit from the inside.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” Nancy breathes as she leans down to kiss Robin’s neck. “Kept telling myself that when I got to a stopping point, I’d come in here and wake you up so I could fuck you.”

Robin sobs, her cunt hot and tense under Nancy’s touch. Every inch of her skin tingles, and she feels sure if someone were watching, they’d see sparks crackling where she’s rubbing against the sheets.

“I can’t believe how good you looked, all sprawled out on the bed like that, waiting for me,” Nancy continues. “Almost makes me want to leave and come back, just so I can admire you some more.”

Robin fucks her hips back against Nancy’s hand, desperate for even more friction. “Nancy, please.”

“Please what?”

How can Nancy’s fingers move so quickly? Robin’s head is spinning, her hips trembling. “Please, please,” she gasps. She can’t remember what she was supposed to say.

Nancy’s breath is hot against her cheek. She’s hot, she’s so hot, she’s going to die of it, she’s sure. “Did you want to come?”

With a desperate shudder, that’s exactly what Robin does, a hot, slick clench against Nancy’s fingers, hips jerking helplessly. She feels Nancy buck on top of her, almost thrown off Robin’s back by the intensity of the tremor that shakes her.

“Oh, fuck,” Robin gasps, when she can breathe again. Nancy is still touching her, lazily now, with none of the wicked intent of a moment ago, just appreciating how luxuriously wet she is. “Fuck, Nance, you’re so good to me.”

Nancy kisses her hair, breathing in deep the scent of her sweat. “Not too heavy? Want me to get off of you?”

“Not yet,” Robin says, though her eyelids already drooping. “Just a little longer.”

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Ronance Femslash February - forest

Thank you again to @crushcandles for another excellent prompt: "forest"!

I’m accepting Ronance prompts all month, so please send some my way! You can find previous prompts I've filled here.

“Remind me why we thought this would be a good idea, again?” Robin says, peering over Nancy’s shoulder as she consults the map.

Nancy doesn’t dignify that with an answer. “It should be right here,” she says irritably. “According to this, we’re practically right on top of the path for the waterfall, but there’s nothing!”

Robin knows better than to ask if Nancy’s sure she’s reading the map right. She definitely is. And Robin has absolutely no wilderness know-how with which to critique the job Nancy’s been doing so far. Robin never did Girl Scouts, never went camping, and while her parents are crunchy hippie types, their idea of communing with nature is smoking a little grass at an outdoor music festival. As far as Robin’s concerned, Nancy is a goddamned orienteering genius.

“Well,” Robin says, trying for a silver lining, “at least we haven’t lost daylight yet.” Then she looks up and notices that in the time they’ve spent consulting the map, it has, in fact, started to get dark. Though the sky above is still bright, the little hollow they’re in is caught in the shadow of the hill behind them, hurrying into dusk far ahead of the actual sunset. And that’s when Robin realizes that if you cast any random stretch of late autumn forest in the blue-grey light of twilight, it looks surprisingly like the Upside Down. Years after the world didn’t end, Robin isn’t nearly as jumpy about a possible return to that nightmare dimension as she used to be, but as she looks across at the dim, barren sprawl of trees, she still half expects a shock of red lightning to creep across the sky.

“Oh,” Nancy says, and she’s obviously thinking the same thing Robin is. She gives Robin a worried glance, and starts folding up the map. “We should head back.”

“And miss this view you’ve been talking up all day?” Robin says, trying to force as much confident cheer into her voice as she possibly can. “No way, Nance. I’m with you in this till the bitter end.”

Nancy huffs out a sharp breath, clearly not in the mood for a pep talk. “Robin, it’s late. We’re already going to be hiking back in the dark as it is. Let’s just accept that I got us hopelessly lost and write this off as a failure, OK?”

“Nancy Wheeler,” Robin says, in an overblown Old Hollywood voice that already has Nancy rolling her eyes, “don’t you know there’s nobody in the world I’d rather get lost with than you? Any day we spend together can’t possibly be a failure. I mean, we saw all sorts of cool birds, and that weird rock, and we had a delicious lunch that definitely didn’t get squished because I sat on it. And, sure, it’s a little dark and creepy now, but it’s a beautiful night!” Stepping back, she gives a dramatic sweep of her arm to encompass all the glories of nature, or whatever—and promptly falls backwards into a ditch.

“Robin!”

Robin looks up from the heap of leaves she’s lying in to see Nancy leaning over her, an expression of alarm on her face.

“I’m OK,” Robin says, sitting up and brushing leaves out of her hair.

Nancy grabs her by the shoulders, and for a moment Robin thinks she’s going to shake her, but then Nancy is pulling her into a tight embrace. “You just couldn’t resist the opportunity to clown around, could you? What if you’d hurt yourself? What if I had to leave you here in the dark while I went back to the ranger station to call an ambulance?”

Robin snorts, rolling her eyes as Nancy’s curls tickle her cheek. “As if you wouldn’t figure out a way to splint my broken limb using a fallen branch and bandages you tore from your shirt, or something.”

Nancy huffs out a laugh, and finally releases Robin to help her to her feet.

It’s then that Robin notices something out of the corner of her eye. “Hey, Nance,” she says, pointing to a faded metal sign nailed into the trunk of a nearby tree, “is this what you were looking for?”

The word ‘FALLS’ is just barely visible on the sign, along with an arrow that seems to be pointing straight into the bracken on the other side of the ditch.

Nancy reaches out to push the branches aside, revealing a narrow path leading straight up the hill. “I was right,” Nancy says, and Robin laughs, pulling her into a kiss because it’s important that they both have their priorities straight.

They make it to the waterfall just in time to catch the tail end of sunset, which is all fierce oranges and pinks, not a single streak of red in the sky.