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Robin was running late again. At one point in her life, she’d been a put-together, punctual, normally functioning human being. Then she made the idiotic decision to go to med school, and everything fell apart. 

She grabbed her coffee from the barista and made a sharp turn toward the door, knocking straight into someone. Her coffee flew out of her hands and spilled all over the coat of the person she’d run into. 

Robin stared at the mess on the person in front of her, coffee staining the off-white color of a really nice peacoat. Her eyes tracked up, and she looked straight into the shocked and disgustingly beautiful face of Nancy Wheeler.

“Oh, shit,” Robin muttered.

“Robin?” Nancy yelped. 

“Nancy, I am so sorry, but I’m already five minutes late to class and I really can’t stay and chat about all of this,” she said, motioning to Nancy’s coat. She ran toward the door yelling, “Text me and I’ll get you a new coat or something!” 

“You haven’t responded to my texts in months, Robin!” Nancy yelled after her. 

Robin pretended like she hadn’t heard and completed her hasty exit. 

She sighed, rushing down the street to get to her class. She sipped at her mostly empty cup of coffee, immensely grateful for the extra strength scent blockers Steve had given her for Christmas. Definitely an offensive gift, but also a useful one. If she didn’t have them on she’d probably smell like singed hair right now. 

Of all the people she could have spilled coffee on. Now she had to reply to Nancy’s texts. Robin had been avoiding Nancy since the fateful night five months ago when she’d had an erotic dream about her. It had awakened something in Robin. Now she couldn’t be around Nancy without turning into an incoherent mess, stinking of her own arousal. 

It started to snow as Robin hoofed it. She realized she hadn’t worn her boots today. Not a great start. She made it to class ten minutes late, earning a round of glares from her problem-based learning group.  

Robin slumped onto the couch next to Steve with a groan as soon as she got her completely soaked sneakers off. 

“Rough day?” he asked, looping an arm around her shoulders and drawing her in for a hug. He rubbed a wrist across her neck, soothing her with his familiar scent. They always scented each other when one of them was having a bad day. Since she’d started medical school, she’d been practically covered in Steve’s Alpha scent, needing the comfort amid all the stress. To the point that all of her classmates thought she was very much a bonded Omega. 

“Yes,” she mumbled against his shoulder. “Was late again, forgot to wear my boots, and spilled coffee all over Nancy Wheeler.”

Steve started to make a sympathetic noise, but as soon as she mentioned Nancy he pushed her away to look at her. “I thought you were avoiding Nancy. Since The Incident.” 

‘The Incident’ was how Steve referred to Robin’s ill-fated dream.

“I was. I am. But I ran into her at the coffee shop. Actually ran into her. Spilling my coffee on her very nice coat.” Robin’s face crumpled as she remembered the mess she’d made of Nancy’s coat. 

A small laugh escaped Steve’s mouth before he clamped a hand over it. Robin glared at him. He lifted his hand from his mouth. He was obviously trying to school his face into a serious expression, but the corners kept twitching in an aborted smile. “So you had to actually talk to her, then?”

Robin shook her head miserably. “No. I was already late for PBL. I just ran away and told her to text me.”

“Oh, Robs,” Steve scolded. “That’s bad even for you.”

She dropped her face into her hands. “I know.”

Steve patted her on the back. “Well at least now you have to answer her texts. Can’t keep hiding.” 

Robin disagreed. When she got in bed for the night, she pulled out her phone. She opened up Cash App and sent $100 to Nancy Wheeler. Probably woefully short of what the coat was worth, but it was all she could spare. She fell asleep, confident she’d be able to go back to ignoring Nancy again.

She woke up the next morning to a Cash App payment from Nancy for $100. “What the fuck?” Robin grumbled, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. 

There was also an unread text from Nancy. “You’re not getting out of this without talking to me, Buckley.”

Robin groaned, throwing her phone back down on her bedside table. Instead of responding to the text she shuffled out to the kitchen to make herself coffee. It was Saturday. She needed to spend most of the day studying, but at least she could do it from home in her pajamas.

Steve sat with her on the couch while she studied in the afternoon. He was watching some idiotic reality show, so stupid it didn’t even interrupt Robin’s train of thought while she studied. 

She set her laptop to the side when she reached a good stopping point and stretched her legs out, laying them across Steve’s lap. He looked over at her, toying with a hole in one of her socks. 

“Break time?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Robin replied, rolling her shoulders to stretch out her neck. “What’re you and Eddie doing tonight? Wanna watch a movie?” 

“We’re going to the kink club,” Steve replied.

Robin grimaced. “Again?” she whined. “Can’t you just have sex at home like normal people?” 

Steve poked her foot. “Eddie and I don’t even have sex at the club. I’ve told you that so many times and you still seem to think it’s just a giant orgy.”

“I don’t understand what you would do at a kink club if you didn't have sex,” Robin complained. Steve was right, they’d had this conversation at least ten times now, but she was still confused.

“Why don’t you come with us, then? So you can see for yourself? We’re allowed to bring a guest.” 

Robin sputtered, pulling her legs back in towards her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Her scent soured at the mere suggestion of an embarrassing situation. “I can’t go to a kink club!”

“Why not?” Steve prodded. “Everyone there is really nice. Very respectful of boundaries. Plenty of people come just to watch and don’t get involved at all.” 

“Steve. Look at me.” Robin motioned a hand down her body, taking in her She-Ra pajamas. “I don’t think they’d let me in the door.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to go in your pajamas. But even if you did, they’d let you in. It’s an inclusive space.”

Robin had to admit she was interested. She had no idea what actually went on at a kink club. “No one would try to get me to do stuff with them?” Robin asked.

Steve brightened, sensing Robin starting to cave. “No! There’s different wristband colors based on what you’re there for. We can get you one that lets everyone know you’re unavailable, just there to watch.”

Robin hummed to herself. “And I wouldn’t have to see your or Eddie’s dick?”

“Correct. Neither of us plan on whipping our dicks out tonight,” Steve confirmed with a straight face. 

“Or butts?” 

Steve let out an exasperated sigh. “We’re not doing a scene tonight. I promise we’ll both keep our clothes on!” 

“Alright, alright,” she said, holding her hands up. “I’ll go.” Steve let out a little squeal of excitement. “But I’m not wearing anything weird. Just my normal clothes.”

Steve nodded. “Absolutely. Totally fine.” 

Robin was starting to regret wearing “normal clothes” as they waited in line to get their wristbands. Normal clothes in the rest of the world made her stick out like a sore thumb in the club. 

Steve was dressed like a twink in a sheer shirt that left nothing to the imagination (“you didn’t say anything about not wanting to see my nipples, Robs”). Eddie’s day-to-day aesthetic of lots of black and chains fit in nicely with the rest of the club-goers. Robin, in mom jeans and a purple Indigo Girls T-shirt, was the outlier.

“You okay there?” Eddie asked, nudging Robin with his shoulder.

“I’m good.” She attempted to give him a reassuring smile, but she probably ended up looking constipated. 

Steve and Eddie were friendly with the woman working the front desk, clearly familiar faces. They signed Robin in as their guest and got their wristbands. Robin’s was blue, indicating she was only there to watch. 

They walked into the main room off of the waiting area. It was large, with low lighting and trance music playing. Robin was hit by a wall of mingled scents, and had to pause for a moment as her brain attempted to parse them all. She’d worn her scent blockers, uncomfortable with the vulnerability of going without them, but Steve had told her scent blockers weren’t required at this particular club. 

There were people mingling on couches and chairs, but nothing overtly sexual appeared to be happening. 

“These people are all just talking. How is this kinky?” Robin whispered to Steve. 

“The kinky stuff happens in the play rooms,” Steve explained, pointing at a hallway off of the main room. “You want to go check it out?” 

Robin nodded, resolved. She’d come to figure out what the hell Steve and Eddie were doing when they came here, so she was gonna be brave.

They made their way through the crowd. Steve and Eddie stopped multiple times to chat with other patrons. Robin hadn’t realized how many friends they’d made at the kink club.  

The first room they came to contained a couple engaged in wax play. A woman was kneeling on the ground naked, hands tied behind her back, as a fully-clothed man dripped hot wax onto her skin. The woman was moaning in pleasure. The smell of arousal was heavy in the room, coming both from the couple and from the audience. 

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Robin whispered to Steve. 

“Yeah. That’s kind of the point. But it shouldn't do any real damage, if done right.” 

She hummed to herself. She found the idea of being tied up and naked in front of someone more titillating than she’d realized she would, but she didn’t think she’d like pain. They watched for a few more minutes, then switched to the next room.

A man was tied to a large X made of wood. He was naked except for a black cage-like structure covering his dick. Another man stood in front of him holding a riding crop and dressed all in black leather. As they walked in, he dragged the crop over the restrained man’s stomach, then brought it down on the flesh of his thighs. It made a loud cracking noise, and the restrained man yelped.

“Nope,” Robin announced, turning around and walking out. Steve and Eddie followed her. 

“So, not into flogging then?” Eddie asked when they got back out into the hallway. 

“Nuh-uh,” Robin replied. “Especially not with that many dicks involved.”

Steve poked his head into the next room over. “No dicks here,” he whispered back to them. “Or flogging.”

Robin walked into the room with him. A blonde woman was standing naked in front of the group gathered inside. A small brunette, faced away from them, draped ropes over her body. The ropes formed interesting patterns, almost as much art as it was restraint. 

The scent of arousal was less thick in this room, but Robin smelled something vaguely familiar. It was sweet but sharp. Amber, probably. A distinct scent she’d only smelled one place before.

The brunette moved around the blonde woman so Robin could finally see her face, and the puzzle pieces all fell into place.

It was Nancy fucking Wheeler. Robin drew in a sharp breath. She shot a betrayed glare at Steve, but he looked just as shocked as she was. 

Nancy looked up at Robin’s sharp inhalation, easy to hear in the silence of the room. She locked eyes with Robin and her mouth dropped open in shock. Robin turned and fled, Steve and Eddie following close on her heels.

Robin found a deserted corner of the main room and collapsed onto a couch. “You didn’t tell me Nancy came here!” Robin yelped. “Steve, this is low even for you.” Her scent had soured so much that it was starting to bleed through the blockers, filling the air around them with the smell of burnt rubber.

“I’ve never seen her here before!” Steve hissed. “Eddie, tell her! We had no idea Nancy came here.”

“He’s not lying, Robs,” Eddie confirmed. “She’s pretty damn good at shibari but she hasn’t been doing it here.” 

“I thought Nancy was straight. And vanilla.” Robin glared at Steve like it was his fault she’d been misinformed. 

“When I dated her she was straight and vanilla,” Steve said. “But so was I.”

Okay. That was fair. If Steve Harrington could magically morph into a kinky queer then she supposed Nancy Wheeler could as well.

“Just because she plays with women doesn’t necessarily mean she’s sexually attracted to them,” Eddie added. 

“Why would she be tying a woman up naked if she wasn’t sexually attracted to her?” Robin asked. 

“BDSM dynamics can be platonic,” Eddie explained. 

Robin gave him a thoroughly confused look.

“You’ve got your whole intense platonic soulmate thing with Steve,” Eddie pointed out. “Is it so weird that someone else might have an intense platonic thing going on in a different way?”

Steve, who had been trying to convince Robin that Nancy might be bisexual ever since she’d had her dream, glared at Eddie. “I don’t think we should completely discount the idea that Nancy might be queer,” he said. “What if your dream didn’t have to just be a dream?” 

“Oh no,” Robin said. “We can’t go there. The possibility that it could actually happen makes it so much worse.”

Steve frowned. “Why?” 

“I don’t know, it just does!” she yelled. She stood up, walking toward the exit. “We need to leave.”

Eddie and Steve came with her. She was grateful they didn’t try to make her stay. 

Robin spent the next week dealing with a lot of emotions. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Nancy’s hands deftly tying rope. Nancy’s face before she’d noticed Robin, Steve, and Eddie, concentration entirely focused on the woman in front of her.

Robin wanted Nancy to focus on her that way. Robin wanted to feel the ropes sliding over her skin. Robin wanted to let Nancy take control.

Nancy sent a group text to the three of them the day after they saw her at the club. “Hey, guys. We cool?” 

Robin was unfortunately in class when Nancy sent the text and was unable to prevent Steve’s response. 

Steve: “absolutely, nance. sry we left in a hurry. was robin’s first time, she freaked”

Nancy: “No problem. You and Eddie go there often?”

Steve: “yeah, we’re there couple times a month. hbu?”

Nancy: “I usually go to Pink’s. Was just there with a friend.”

Robin nearly died when she opened the thread. 

“Steve!” she yelled as she burst through the door to their apartment. “You’re dead to me.” 

“What did I do?” he yelled from the kitchen. He shoved a plate of spaghetti into her hands as she walked into the kitchen, clearly not taking her wrath seriously. 

“You told Nancy it was my first time in a kink club! And that I freaked out!” She started to shovel pasta into her mouth. No need to starve, even if she was mad.

“Because it was. And you did.” He put his hands on his hips. “Did you notice anything else about those texts?”

“Anything other than you dragging my name through the mud? No.”

“She goes to Pink’s. The lesbian club. I think they have kink nights a couple times a month.”

Robin’s eyes widened. Okay, she had completely missed that. “That doesn’t mean - She could just like spending time away from the male gaze.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “This queer Nancy denial thing is getting old, Robs. Also, I miss hanging out with her. Figure your shit out, because I’m gonna start inviting her over again.”

“Steve!” Robin yelled. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would,” he replied with a grin.

Later that night, Robin stared at her phone as she debated replying to the text Nancy had sent after Robin tried to pay for her coat. “You’re not getting out of this without talking to me, Buckley.”

She composed multiple possible replies in her head, ranging from “‘Sup?” to “I have a raging crush on you, could you please come over and tie me up?” 

She settled on, “how much do I owe u for the coat?”

Nancy replied only a few seconds later. “One dinner.”

Robin was very confused. “like, u want me to buy u dinner?” Depending on where Nancy picked, it would be cheaper than the coat. 

“No, I’m buying. I just want you to come with me.”

Robin stared at Nancy’s reply. Was Nancy hitting on her? Absolutely not. Impossible. She probably just had something she wanted to talk about with Robin. Or maybe she was taking pity on Robin, who had looked like she’d stumbled off the set of Oliver Twist the day she’d run into Nancy, and was trying to make sure she got a good meal.

“um ok,” Robin replied, unable to think of a reason not to. 

“When are you free?” Nancy asked.

Robin agreed to meet Nancy that Saturday at a restaurant nearby, fancier than the ones Robin typically frequented on her meager student loan stipend. She couldn’t help but feel like this was going to be a disaster.

Robin layered on astronomical quantities of scent blocker before she got dressed. Then she changed her outfit way too many times. Steve finally had to lock her out of her bedroom so she would quit changing and actually leave the house. 

She got to the restaurant early, pacing the sidewalk outside for five minutes before she saw Nancy approaching. Nancy looked as put-together and jaw-droppingly beautiful as ever. Flawless but understated makeup, perfectly styled hair, and a different peacoat, this one a dark gray. 

“At least whatever I spill won’t show as much on this one,” Robin joked. 

Nancy smiled. “That’s the idea.” She opened the door, motioning for Robin to walk through ahead of her. Nancy wasn't wearing scent blockers. As Robin brushed past her, her nose was filled with Nancy's sharp Alpha scent - definitely amber, mixed with something fruity, maybe blackberry. It made Robin's mouth water.

Nancy had reserved a table for them. Robin had never been to a restaurant requiring reservations without her parents involved. The table was in a quiet and cozy corner of the restaurant, not too close to any of the other patrons. 

“How have you been, Robin?” Nancy asked after the waiter took their drink orders. “How’s med school?”

The last time Robin had actually talked to Nancy and not just fled from her in terror had been just before she started medical school, in the summer. 

“It’s… a lot,” Robin admitted. She meant to stop right there, to behave herself and not blab like a leaky faucet. As usual, though, the words just started to pour out. “I’m tired all the time, I’ve never had to remember this much stuff at once, I’m not good at talking to even the fake patients, and I don’t really like any of my classmates.” It all came out in an embarrassing rush.

Nancy leaned back, away from the force of Robin’s verbal diarrhea. The corners of her mouth twitched up in a smile. “That does sound like a lot,” she replied. “Now I can see why you wouldn’t reply to any of my texts.”

Robin winced. She’d been hoping they would be able to just gloss over the whole thing where Robin had ignored Nancy for five months. “Yeah. It’s been busy. I really only talk to Steve. And Eddie, because he just shows up all the time.” 

Robin immediately regretted bringing up Steve and Eddie, a reminder of when she’d seen Nancy tying a naked woman up in a kink club. She blushed and shifted awkwardly in her seat. “How are you?” Robin asked before Nancy could bring that up.

“I’m alright,” Nancy replied. “I’ve been working on a new season of my podcast. It’s going well.” 

Robin was still stumbling her way through the first year of a seven-to-eleven year training process, depending on the specialty she chose. Nancy had already managed to write and produce a hit investigative journalism podcast. 

“Oh? You going back to Louisiana?” The first season had involved quite a bit of Nancy interviewing people in a cultish church setting in Louisiana.

“I didn’t know you listened to the first season,” Nancy said, pleased. “But, no, actually working on something more local this time around. I can’t say much about it yet, though.”

The rest of the dinner passed amiably. Nancy didn’t bring up the kink club, and didn’t make any more allusions to Robin’s radio silence. Robin couldn’t stop staring at Nancy’s lips while she talked, but otherwise she kept things under control. Probably. 

They got into a brief scuffle about the check, Robin insisting they should split it. 

“You can’t be making any money as a med student, Robin,” Nancy said. “Let me pay.”

Robin capitulated after a glance at the amount on the check. Even half of it would have completely broken her budget for the month. 

“Am I going to lose touch with you for five months again now?” Nancy asked as they stood on the sidewalk outside the restaurant.

Nancy always hid her feelings well, but Robin got the sense there was genuine hurt beneath her teasing. Robin felt kind of terrible for ghosting her for months.

“No,” Robin said softly. “I promise. I’ll respond to your texts.”

“Good girl,” Nancy said with a smile. Robin shivered as she felt her cunt pulse at the words. What the fuck. The sharp citrus scent of her arousal bled through her blockers.

Nancy reached up to brush a few strands of hair out of Robin’s face and tuck them behind her ear, brushing the scent gland on her wrist over Robin's neck. She turned and left without waiting for a response from Robin. 

Robin was sitting on the couch with Steve the following day, trying to focus on the lecture notes she was reviewing. Her mind kept drifting back to her body’s reaction to Nancy calling her a “good girl”. She was squirming around on the couch, unable to sit still.

After she accidentally kicked Steve in the side for the third or fourth time, he sighed and paused his show. “Robs, what is going on?” he asked, exasperated.

“Does Eddie ever call you ‘good boy’?” Robin blurted before she could stop herself. 

Steve’s eyebrows shot up. “Yes,” he replied and paused, waiting for her to expand on the question.

“Does it make you feel… good?” she asked, voice soft. “Like in a down there kind of way.” She pointed at her crotch to emphasize her point.

Steve laughed. “Yeah, it turns me on.”

“Why - why do you think that is?” 

Steve looked away while he thought about it for a moment. “There’s probably some Freudian reason that has to do with my relationship with my parents.”

“Ew, Steve, please,” Robin whined, wrinkling her nose. “I don’t want thoughts of my parents anywhere near these thoughts.”

Steve shrugged. “Okay. I mean, it also just plays into my whole dynamic with Eddie, right? I’m his submissive, I like to be good for him. And saying it that way, “good boy”, it’s almost… belittling? And I kind of like that, too. I like to feel like he’s the one that gets to decide if I’ve been good or bad.”

Robin hummed to herself. “But what if you’re not a submissive? Why would someone like it then?”

Steve’s gaze sharpened. “Robin, did Nancy call you a good girl last night?”

Robin’s immediate and overwhelming blush was all the answer Steve needed.

“Oh my god, she did,” Steve gasped, turning to fully face Robin with a huge grin on his face. “And you liked it!”

Robin punched him in the arm. “You’re not allowed to make fun of me when I’m having revelations! That’s a rule!”

Steve held his hands up in placation. “You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry. But how did this even come up? Like, in what possible context was Nancy calling you a good girl during dinner last night?”

“She said it when I promised I would start replying to her texts again,” Robin muttered. 

Irrepressible glee was written all over Steve’s face. “Nancy wants to make you her little bitch.”

Robin punched him again, harder this time. “No way! She’s just being nice.” Steve didn’t look convinced. “And, anyway, I don’t even think I’m into the whole BDSM thing.”

“Sounds like you were pretty into being Nancy’s good girl.” 

Robin groaned and threw herself at Steve, burying her face in his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her scent him. She breathed him in. Her packmate. It calmed her down enough that she was able to talk again.

“This is really confusing,” she mumbled into his neck. 

“Don’t think about it too hard,” Steve advised. Robin laughed. “Okay, I know that’s practically impossible for you,” Steve said. “But just try. For me. Let yourself go after what feels good without asking yourself why.”

“I still don’t even think she likes me that way,” Robin muttered. 

Steve shrugged. “You’re never gonna find out if you keep avoiding her. So be a good girl and answer her texts.”

Robin had a huge exam at the end of the following week, but she managed to keep her promise and at least reply to Nancy’s texts at some point on the day they were sent. 

Nancy texted her a good morning message every day, which inevitably made Robin blush and feel like her insides turned to goo. She typically didn’t check her phone for most of the day, but when she got home she always had a nice message waiting for her.

“Hope your day wasn’t too stressful,” was Wednesday’s text. Robin opened it as she shoveled the dinner Steve had made her into her mouth. If he didn’t cook for her, she’d probably subsist on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and develop some vitamin deficiencies. 

Robin typed a reply as she ate. “was manageable. you?” 

Nancy replied a few minutes after Robin sent her text. “I had a good day, thanks. Can I take you out to dinner Friday night? To celebrate being finished with your exam?”

Robin inhaled a little bit of her salad and started to choke. Steve came out of his room, pounding on her back. “How many times do I have to remind you you're supposed to chew, Robbie?” Steve demanded.

She waved him off, finishing up her coughing fit. “I was chewing. But Nancy asked me to go to dinner on Friday and I had a reaction.”

“Oooh,” Steve said, grabbing her phone from her to look at her text thread with Nancy. “Shit, she is into you. This is Nancy going hard.”

Robin grabbed the phone back from him. It was getting harder and harder to come up with platonic interpretations of Nancy’s increasingly interested texts.

On Friday morning, she stopped in her usual coffee shop on her way to the school to cram a little more before her exam. When she tried to hand over her credit card, the barista shook her head. “Somebody already paid for your coffee earlier this morning,” she said. 

Robin was confused until they handed over her cup. On it, the barista had written “Good luck! xoxo Nancy”. Robin almost dropped it, only just managing to hang on. Nancy must have given them a big fucking tip to get them to agree to that. She felt warm the whole rest of the morning, in a way that wasn’t just due to the warmth of the coffee itself.

Her exam was less brutal than she’d worried it would be, and she came out of it almost sure she’d passed. Nancy was planning to pick her up from her apartment for dinner, so Robin went home to change and meet her. 

“Excited for date number two with Nancy?” Steve asked, leaning against her door frame as she frantically looked through her clothes.

“I don’t even know if it is a date, Steve,” Robin protested.

“It’s a date,” he said with a sense of finality. She rolled her eyes, settling on a soft blue sweater that made her eyes pop, and her nicest slacks. 

The buzzer sounded through the apartment. Steve and Robin both ran for it, but Steve easily beat her there, buzzing Nancy in and yelling, “Come on up!” through the intercom.

“Steve! I was just gonna go meet her down there! What are you, my dad?” 

“I just wanna say hi,” Steve said, all innocence. “I haven’t seen Nance in awhile.” 

Robin glared at him. She opened the door when Nancy knocked. Nancy smiled up at her, cheeks rosy from the cold. 

“Hi,” Robin said a little breathlessly, reaching for her coat. She tried to get out the door before Steve could say anything, but he grabbed it before she could close it on him.

“Have fun on your date, ladies!” he said.

“Thanks, Steve,” Nancy said with a smirk. She didn’t correct him. Steve winked at Robin once Nancy had turned around. Robin pulled the door out of his hand and shut it in his face.

“How was the exam?” Nancy asked as they walked down to her car. She had a really nice car. Especially compared to Robin, who had no car. So any car would really be an improvement. 

“It went alright,” Robin said, climbing into the car. She was immediately hit with a wall of Nancy’s scent, the amber thick on her tongue. Robin was glad she had opted for scent blockers today. Nancy being able to smell Robin’s reaction to being cocooned in Nancy’s scent would have been embarrassing. 

This restaurant was even fancier than the one they’d been to the previous week. Nancy ushered Robin in with a hand on the small of her back. Robin shivered at the contact even through the multiple layers of coat and sweater.

Dinner was nice. They reminisced about Hawkins, but Nancy was also interested in everything Robin was doing currently. 

“Are you seeing anyone?” Nancy asked, and Robin felt her stomach drop a little. 

“N-no,” Robin said. “Not a lot of time for dating in medical school. Especially when you don’t find any of your classmates attractive.” She grimaced, thinking of all the couples that had already formed in her class. She couldn’t imagine spending most of her waking hours at medical school, thinking about medical school, and then having a partner who also spent all of their time and thoughts on the same thing.

Nancy looked pleased. That had to be good, right? Robin gathered up her courage and asked, “Are you? Seeing anyone?”

Nancy shook her head. “No, I’m not.” 

“That woman at the club?” Robin hesitated to mention the night at the club, still feeling awkward about it. She and Nancy hadn’t talked about it at all during their first dinner. But she had to know.

“Oh. That’s Vanessa. She’s just a friend. We do non-sexual kink play together sometimes.” It was annoying when Eddie was right about things. “She’s actually straight,” Nancy continued, “but she has a lot of trouble submitting to a man.”

Robin nodded, like this sort of thing was all par for the course for her. 

“Did you like what you saw there?” Nancy asked. “You seemed overwhelmed.”

Robin took a sip of her wine. A gulp, really. She needed some fortification. “I’m not sure,” Robin said after a few moments of silence.

“That’s fair,” Nancy said with a kind smile. “It’s a lot to take in. It took me quite a few kink nights at Pink’s to realize I was into it.” 

“When did you even start going to Pink’s? I thought you were straight.” In her blissfully responsibility-free days before med school, Robin had gone to Pink’s pretty frequently, and she’d never seen Nancy there.

Nancy’s mouth twitched up in a grin. “I’ve known I was bi since high school. You just never asked.”

Robin frowned, feeling slightly betrayed that Nancy had let her believe she was straight all this time.

“I was with Jonathan basically until I started the Louisiana project, so I didn’t really start going to Pink’s until I wrapped that up,” Nancy explained. “I went to a few lesbian bars in New Orleans and loved them, so I decided to check it out when I got back.” 

“Oh,” Robin said, unable to come up with anything more interesting to say.

Nancy was thankfully more adept at conversation than Robin, and steered things towards less rocky waters. The rest of the dinner was less revelatory, but more comfortable.

Nancy insisted on paying again, and Robin was slightly ashamed at the minimal fight she put up. When they got back to Nancy’s car, Nancy reached for Robin’s hand. She gasped when she made contact.

“Jesus, Robin, your hands are freezing. Don't you have gloves?”

“I lost them last week,” Robin explained. “Then forgot to buy more.”

Nancy made a gentle tutting noise. “I can lend you mine.” She moved to pull hers off. 

“No need!” Robin yelped, yanking her hands back and shoving them under her own thighs. She didn't think she could handle Nancy sacrificing her nice leather gloves for her. Robin would almost certainly lose them. Or ruin them somehow. 

Nancy paused, staring at Robin, then shrugged. “Alright. Here, I'll turn the seat warmer on.” She flicked a switch on the dash and Robin's seat started to warm up.

Nancy stopped outside of Robin's apartment. She turned to face Robin. “I had a great time, Robin. Can I take you out again sometime?”

Robin blushed, shifting awkwardly in her seat. “Yeah. Of course.” She paused, willing herself to keep her mouth shut. It didn't work. “Are these - are these dates?” she blurted.

Nancy smiled. “I was hoping they were, yeah. If you're okay with that.”

“Definitely okay with that,” Robin replied.

Nancy brushed a wrist over Robin's neck like she had after their first date, scenting her, but this time her hand kept going. It wrapped around the back of Robin's neck as Nancy leaned into Robin's space. She paused for a moment, lips close to Robin's.

She seemed to be waiting for something, so Robin gathered up her courage and closed the distance. She pressed their lips together. 

Nancy tilted her head gently to make the kiss less awkward. Her lips were soft and tasted like the sorbet they'd shared for dessert. It was a short, chaste kiss.

Nancy leaned back, smiling. Robin wanted more, wanted to keep kissing Nancy, but wasn't sure how to ask for it.

“Good night, Robbie,” Nancy said. “I'll text you.”

Robin was pretty sure she said good night back before wobbling out of the car and up to her apartment.

A few days later, Steve dropped a package on her lap as she was sitting on the couch. “What did you order from LL Bean?” He sounded confused. 

Robin was also confused. “I didn't order anything from there. What even is LL Bean?” She flipped the package over in her hands. 

Steve rolled his eyes. “Preppy outdoor clothes.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Definitely didn't order anything from there.”

“Open it!” Steve said impatiently.

She tore open the package, two nice pairs of mittens falling out. “Huh?” 

Steve grabbed the piece of paper that also fell out of the package. A gift message. She tried to grab it back from him but didn't succeed. He read it aloud. “Got you two in case you lose them again. xoxo Nancy”

“Oh my GOD,” Steve yelled. “She never bought me anything when we were dating!”

Robin grabbed the paper, confirming he'd read it correctly. She blushed, looking at the mittens. They were really nice mittens. A cute knitted design, with soft fleece lining on the inside.

“Is Nancy trying to make you her sugar baby?” Steve looked way too excited. “Oh this is amazing.”

“No! She's just being nice!” Robin protested. 

“I think you should lean in, Robs. You're poor as shit.”

“Very kind of you to say, Steven,” Robin intoned sardonically. 

“Or is this, like, an actual courting gift?” Steve asked, picking up one of the pairs of mittens. “I’m not sure if Nancy goes in for that. We were doing the whole Alpha on Alpha thing, different dynamic.”

Robin’s face fell. She’d only ever dated other Omegas or Betas. This was all very new to her. “Oh my god, how am I supposed to know? Like if I wear them, am I agreeing to mate with her?” Her voice rose and she started to breathe faster, barreling toward hyperventilation. 

Steve leaned down and slotted his neck against hers, pushing out soothing pheromones. “Calm down, Robbie.” Her breathing slowed. “You’re not agreeing to mate with her if you wear them, even if they are a courting gift. You’re agreeing to entertain the possibility.”

“Okay. I can - I can do that. Entertain the possibility.” 

She wore the mittens everywhere that week, and didn’t lose them.

That weekend, Nancy invited Robin over to her apartment. She said she wanted to make Robin dinner. No one had ever made Robin dinner before. Well, not romantically at least. Steve made Robin platonic dinner almost every night, but that wasn't the same.

Robin took the bus to Nancy’s place, refusing the offered ride from Nancy. It seemed rude to make the person hosting you pick you up.

Nancy lived in a very nice apartment complex, with a fucking doorman and everything. He greeted Robin when she walked in. 

“Uh, I’m here to see Nancy Wheeler?” Robin squeaked.

“Ah, Ms. Buckley,” the doorman replied, picking up a phone. “She’s on the fifth floor. I’ll let her know you’re coming up.”

Robin took the elevator up to the fifth floor. Nancy was poking her head out of one of the apartment doors when the elevator opened. 

“Hi, Robbie!” she called with a smile. “Come in!” 

Robin walked down the hall and followed Nancy into her apartment. The scent of Nancy all around her when she walked in was mouth-watering. Nancy smiled when she saw the mittens on Robin’s hands. 

“Thanks for these,” Robin said as she took them off and put them in her coat pockets. “They’re very warm.” 

“Of course,” Nancy replied, taking Robin’s coat and hanging it in a closet. 

Her apartment was impeccably decorated, everything matching. It was a decided step up from the apartment Nancy had shared with Jonathan, before her podcast had taken off. She must be making a lot of money off of it.

Nancy had done something fancy with chicken for dinner. Robin wasn’t really paying attention when Nancy explained what it was. She was too busy looking at Nancy’s lips. Whatever it was, it was delicious. The conversation flowed organically while they ate, filling each other in on their respective weeks.

After they finished eating, they moved to the living room, Nancy putting on some quiet music. They sat on the couch sipping wine in a silence that was starting to move toward something more anticipatory, less comfortable. 

Robin got up to use the bathroom. She took a few deep breaths as she stared at herself in the mirror, trying to calm her nerves. Things were probably about to veer towards sex. She made a last-minute decision to wash off her scent blockers, wetting a paper towel and scrubbing at her wrists and neck. 

When she sat back down, Nancy turned to face her. She brought a hand up to cup Robin’s cheek, brushing her thumb over her cheekbones. Her nostrils flared.

“You washed off your scent blockers,” Nancy said.

Robin nodded. “Yeah.”

Nancy leaned forward, pressing her nose into Robin’s neck. “You smell amazing. Even better than I remember.” She stuck her tongue out and licked over Robin’s scent gland. Robin shivered. 

Their scents mixed in the air around them. Nancy’s amber and dark fruit mingling with Robin’s patchouli and sandalwood. Robin’s scent was nontraditional for an Omega, but it paired perfectly with Nancy’s.

Nancy lifted her head from Robin’s neck to look at her. Her gaze was intense, eyes flicking from Robin’s eyes to her lips.

Finally, she leaned in, pressing her lips to Robin’s. Nancy tasted like wine. This close, the taste mixed with her scent, rich and dark. 

Nancy tilted her head gently, pressing her tongue to Robin’s lips. Robin sighed and opened her mouth, letting Nancy’s tongue in. Nancy licked delicately into her mouth, exploring her palate and the insides of her teeth. Robin tentatively pushed her own tongue out and was rewarded with a soft moan from Nancy.

Nancy’s other arm snaked around Robin’s waist, hand going under her sweater. She stroked her fingers over Robin’s side and up her ribs, toying with the band of her bra. She broke the kiss but stayed close, pressing her forehead to Robin’s.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” Nancy whispered.

“What, seriously?” Robin squeaked. 

“Yes, seriously,” Nancy replied. “Since high school.” 

“But why didn’t you say anything?” Robin was truly flabbergasted. The flabberiest of gasted.

“You didn’t ever seem particularly interested,” Nancy replied with a shrug. “Then, right when you started seeming interested, you stopped talking to me.”

Robin felt supremely stupid. Nancy was right, Robin hadn’t thought of her that way until The Incident, when her subconscious had shown her what a babe Nancy was. But she could have been doing this with Nancy for at least the past five months if she hadn’t been so stupid.

“I’m sorry,” Robin blurted out. “I had this erotic dream about you and I couldn’t handle being around you after, because I thought you’d be able to tell. And I was right! You could tell!”

“It’s okay, Robbie,” Nancy said, laughing a little. “I’m just glad you spilled coffee on me so I could guilt you into talking to me again.”

“That was a really nice coat,” Robin said, voice weak.

“There’s other coats,” Nancy said with a dismissive wave. “But only one Robin.”

“That was a really bad line,” Robin said, blushing.

“Okay, I’ll try again. Do you want to come to the bedroom with me?”

“Yeah,” Robin breathed. “I do.”

Nancy stood up and held out a hand to Robin. Robin took it, pulling herself up off the couch. She followed Nancy down the hallway to her bedroom. 

It was just as nice as the rest of the apartment, though the colors were darker - deep maroon and forest green. Nancy pulled Robin in for a kiss as they stood by the bed, sliding her tongue immediately into Robin’s mouth. She pressed Robin back until the backs of her knees hit the bed.

Robin let herself be coaxed into a sitting position as Nancy stood between her legs. Nancy hunched over slightly, continuing to kiss Robin for a few moments before standing up straight and pulling her shirt over her head.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, a fact Robin had already clocked several times over as she stared at her nipples through the shirt during dinner. Her breasts were small and pert, nipples hard. Robin leaned forward to press her mouth to one of the nipples, drawing it into her mouth. She cupped Nancy’s other breast with a hand as she sucked on the nipple.

Nancy moaned, hands tangling in Robin’s hair. After a few moments, she moved her hands to Robin’s shoulders, pushing her back onto the bed and climbing on top of her. She straddled Robin’s thighs and leaned over to kiss her again. 

Nancy’s hand moved under Robin’s shirt as they kissed, slipping past the band of her bra. She cupped one of Robin’s tits in her hand and pinched the nipple between thumb and pointer finger. Robin moaned into her mouth, pressing her chest up into Nancy’s hand. 

Nancy broke the kiss to tug Robin’s shirt over her head. Robin raised her arms to help, wiggling out of the shirt. Nancy made quick work of her bralette next, almost tearing it as she impatiently pulled it over Robin’s head.

Nancy dove down to Robin’s chest, pulling a nipple into her mouth and biting down gently. A hand came up to play with the free nipple, pinching it and twisting a little. Robin keened, pressing her hips up looking for friction. 

Nancy shifted to press a thigh between Robin’s legs. Robin pressed down onto it, sure Nancy could feel how wet she was even through her underwear and jeans.

“That’s it, baby,” Nancy said against her chest as Robin ground onto her thigh. “Take what you need.”

“Need more,” Robin whined, unable to get the friction she wanted with so many clothes on. 

Nancy sat up and climbed off of her. Robin whimpered at the loss, but then Nancy was undoing the button on Robin’s jeans and pulling them down with her underwear. She pulled her own pants off as well, no underwear beneath her leggings. 

Nancy’s pubes were exquisitely well-manicured, especially compared to Robin’s jungle. She felt embarrassed for a moment before she looked up at Nancy’s face. Nancy was staring at her cunt like it was an oasis in the middle of the desert.

“So fucking pretty, Birdie,” Nancy crooned, kneeling on the bed between Robin’s legs. She ran her fingers up and down the insides of Robin’s thighs, making Robin squirm. Robin shifted her hips, trying to get Nancy’s fingers against her cunt, but Nancy raised one hand up to pin her hips down.

“Patience, baby,” Nancy whispered. “Let me enjoy you.” 

Nancy bent to press a kiss to the inside of Robin’s thigh, then finally, finally touched her cunt. She ran a finger through the folds as Robin let out a breathy sigh. 

“You’re so wet, sweet girl. Is this all for me?” 

Robin nodded, incapable of coherent speech. Nancy’s finger dipped further, brushing against her entrance. Robin tried to push herself down onto the finger, but Nancy’s grip on her hip was too firm. 

Nancy kept stroking that one finger gently through Robin’s folds, sliding easily through all the slick collected there. Eventually, she bent her head forward and licked where her finger had been trailing. 

Robin yelped, hips trying to jerk up but stopped by Nancy’s hand. The feeling of being pinned down and at Nancy’s mercy was really doing it for her. She didn’t think she’d ever been this turned on.

Nancy lapped at her cunt, making Robin keen, but never giving Robin the pressure she craved. 

“You taste amazing, sweetness,” Nancy said, pushing herself up away from Robin.

“Nancy, please,” Robin begged. “I need more.”

Nancy smiled down at her. She shifted so that she was straddling one of Robin’s thighs, propped above her. Robin could feel how wet Nancy was. Nancy grabbed both of Robin’s hips, tilting her pelvis up slightly, then shifting so that her own cunt was pressed against Robin’s.

Robin was laid out flat on the bed with Nancy above her. Nancy started to grind her cunt down onto Robin’s, holding Robin still so she couldn’t move on her own. It was fucking exquisite. Robin was finally getting the pressure she’d been craving with Nancy tucked against her clit. They were both so wet that they were sliding over each other easily, with no discomfort. 

“How’s that, baby?” Nancy asked, increasing the pace as she moved her hips in little circles. “Is that what you needed?”

“Yesssss,” Robin hissed. She was already dangerously close to coming after all the teasing Nancy had put her through. Nancy reached a hand between them, rubbing hard circles over Robin’s clit as she continued to press their pussies together.

Robin came with a yelp, her whole body shaking. Nancy worked her clit through the whole thing, only backing off once Robin stopped trembling. She slowed the movements of her hips, pausing above Robin.

“Wanna eat you out,” Robin said, shyness gone in the wake of her orgasm. 

Nancy grinned. “Yeah? Want me to sit on your pretty face?”

Robin shuddered, already feeling more slick build at her entrance. “Fuck. Yes.”

Nancy shuffled up the bed, straddling Robin’s upper chest. Her cunt was soaked, and Robin could smell her own sex mixed with Nancy’s. Nancy gripped the headboard then lowered herself onto Robin’s mouth. 

Robin wrapped her arms around Nancy’s thighs. She licked up her slit, savoring the taste of her as she gently dipped her tongue inside her entrance. Nancy moaned, pressing down a little harder on her face. 

Robin moved her tongue up, swirling around Nancy’s clit. It was slightly larger than a non-Alpha clit, but much smaller than what she would have in rut. Robin moaned around her clit, thinking about Nancy fucking her with a rut-clit.

Nancy started to move on Robin’s tongue, swirling her hips as Robin licked and sucked. Robin didn’t have to do much but sit there with her tongue out as Nancy fucked her face. Robin could feel Nancy’s slick dribbling down her chin and the sides of her cheeks. It was so messy. It was so hot. 

Nancy’s breathing got heavier as she pressed even harder into Robin’s face. All Robin could smell and taste was Nancy, completely overwhelming her senses. She wished she had something between her own legs to grind onto. She clenched her thighs together, trying to get some relief.

Nancy ground down hard one last time and then started to tremble above Robin. More slick poured out of her and down Robin’s chin as she came hard, yelling Robin’s name.

It took her a few moments to move, but then she was sliding down Robin’s body and pulling her in for a kiss. She licked around Robin’s mouth, cleaning off her own slick, and then fucked into Robin’s mouth with her tongue. 

Robin sucked on her tongue and groaned, bucking her hips up. Nancy moved a hand between them, sliding two fingers easily into Robin’s cunt as she continued to kiss her. She fucked her fast and hard, curling the fingers to brush against Robin’s g-spot. She used the heel of her hand to press and rub hard onto Robin’s clit. Robin was coming again in no time, clenching hard on Nancy’s fingers. 

“You’re a fucking wonder, Birdie,” Nancy said, licking more of her slick off of Robin’s cheeks. “Stay the night with me?” 

Robin was having trouble with coherent speech after the two fantastic orgasms. She nodded and grunted something that sounded vaguely like assent. 

Once Robin recovered enough to move and speak again, they washed up. Nancy lent Robin a shirt to sleep in, and pulled out an extra toothbrush for her. 

Robin was exhausted by the time they got into bed. Nancy curled herself around Robin’s back, spooning her. She kissed her neck, right over her scent gland. 

“G’night, Robbie.”

“Good night, Nance.”

The next morning, Robin woke to the feeling of fingers tracing little circles on the palm of her upturned hand. She blinked her eyes open, remembering she was in Nancy’s bed. Nancy’s body was still pressed against her back, her hand playing with Robin’s. Robin shifted as she came fully awake. 

“Good morning,” Nancy whispered against her ear. Robin shivered at the brush of lips against the sensitive skin there. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmmmhmm,” Robin mumbled. 

Nancy’s fingers trailed up Robin’s arm then down her side over the shirt. She pulled the hem up, sliding her hand underneath and gently stroking the soft skin of Robin’s belly. 

Robin felt a jolt of arousal, slick pooling between her thighs. The heady scent of it filled the room, and she felt Nancy’s lips twitch into a smile against her ear. “Hungry for more already, baby?” Nancy teased.

Robin hadn’t expected Nancy to go in much for pet names, but she was pleased she'd been wrong. Hearing Nancy call her “baby” did something to her brain.

“Yes,” Robin breathed, surprised at herself. She typically wasn’t this wanton.

Nancy took it as an invitation, stroking her hand down through Robin’s pubes and dipping a finger between her thighs. There was plenty of slick already collected there. Nancy’s finger slid through it. She rubbed over Robin’s folds then dipped further in to gently stroke over her entrance. 

Robin sighed. Her body relaxed back into Nancy’s. Nancy brought her finger up to Robin’s clit, rubbing gentle circles over it. “You like toys, sweetheart?” Nancy whispered.

Robin nodded. “Uh huh,” she said. “Would let you put anything in me.”

Nancy laughed. She took her hand away and sat up. Robin whined. “Just a second,” Nancy said. “I’ll make it worth the wait.”

Robin could hear her rummaging around in a drawer, and then the bed dipped again under her weight. When Nancy laid back down behind her, she felt cold silicone nudge against her ass. “Did you put on a strap?” Robin asked.

“No. Double ended dildo.”

“Oh. It’s inside you now?” Robin asked with a shiver. She wished she’d been able to help Nancy put it in. 

“Yes,” Nancy said, biting one of Robin’s ear lobes. She reached a hand back between Robin’s thighs, gathering up a copious amount of slick in the palm of her hand. Robin felt her spreading it over the free end of the dildo. 

Nancy dipped a finger into Robin’s cunt, sliding in easily. Robin never had any difficulty with penetration when she was this horny. Sometimes her toys would just slide right out if they weren’t big enough. 

Nancy seemed to figure this out quickly, adding a second finger. She fucked her fingers in and out, making a loud squelching noise. “You ready for me, Birdie?” she asked when Robin started to squirm.

“Yes. Please.”

She felt Nancy grab the dildo and press it against her entrance, slowly sliding in. It wasn’t very big, but once it was in she felt Nancy click a button, and it started to vibrate.

“Ooooh,” Robin moaned, pressing back into Nancy. Nancy started to thrust her hips, fucking into Robin, and onto her own end of the dildo. 

“Feel good?” Nancy asked as she licked the oil off of Robin’s scent gland. Her hand was roving around under Robin’s shirt, periodically pinching her nipples to draw a moan out of Robin. 

“So good,” Robin answered, tilting her head to bare her neck even further for Nancy. 

Nancy nipped around her scent gland, tiny little bites that barely hurt, never directly on the gland. “Feels good for me, too,” Nancy said. She moved her hand down to Robin’s clit and started to press on it, rubbing from side to side.

The dildo was vibrating right into her g-spot as Nancy rubbed her clit. Robin’s breathing got more erratic as she rapidly barreled towards orgasm. 

“Gonna come on my cock, little Birdie?” Nancy whispered. Robin came, shuddering and muttering obscenities. Nancy kept fucking into her for a few moments, chasing her own orgasm on the other end of the dildo. She bit down on Robin’s neck when she came, moaning into the skin there. 

After they cleaned up, Nancy insisted on driving Robin back to her apartment. Robin didn’t particularly feel like doing a walk of shame in her clothes from the night before on public transit, so she agreed.

Steve was waiting for her on the couch, ready to pounce as soon as she walked in. “Holy shit, you reek of Nancy,” he yelled, rushing over to sniff her.

Robin shoved him away, blushing. 

“You guys totally fucked, there’s no way you could smell this much otherwise,” he continued.

Steve demanded every single detail of her night with Nancy. They did this whenever one of them had a new partner. She’d gotten an earful of flowery descriptions of Eddie’s cock when he and Steve had first gotten together. 

“Is it weird to do this, since you used to date her?” Robin asked, midway through describing Nancy sitting on her face. 

Steve shook his head. “I mean, doesn’t that make it less weird? I’ve already seen all her bits.”

Robin shrugged. She wasn’t sure she followed the logic, but she needed her sex post-mortems with Steve. She wasn’t willing to give them up.

Once she was finished, Steve let out a low whistle. “She has definitely changed. Or she just does things a lot differently with women. Or Omegas.”

“Whatever it is, I hope she keeps it up. That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Robin admitted.

“What do you want, Robbie?” Nancy whispered against her mouth. “Tell me.”

They were making out on Nancy’s couch a few weeks later. They’d had sex several times since that first night. Things had stayed relatively vanilla, well within Robin’s comfort zone. But Robin couldn’t stop thinking about Nancy standing in front of her friend, tying her up. She’d been talking with Steve a lot about BDSM and being a submissive. She felt like it was finally time to explore a little.

“I want you to tie me up,” she blurted. She was momentarily thankful for her lack of brain to mouth filter. She probably wouldn’t have been able to get that out if she’d actually thought about saying it. 

Nancy smiled. It was a different smile than Robin was used to seeing, sharper. Almost predatory. “Do you? And what do you want me to do with you, once you’re tied up?” 

“Anything you want,” Robin whispered. 

“Anything?”

Robin panicked. “Um, okay, not anything. Like, I don’t really think I’m into pain? But I could be. Maybe. I don’t know.” 

Nancy laughed and kissed her again, soft and sweet. “How about I just make you feel good? No pain.”

“Y-yeah. That sounds nice,” Robin replied weakly.

“If we’re going to do a scene, I need to go over something with you. Do you know the stoplight system?” Nancy asked, pulling back to look at Robin. 

Robin shook her head. “A scene?” she asked, still stuck on the first sentence.

“Kinky play, like tying you up. We call it a “scene”. In a scene, I’ll use the stoplight system to check in with you. If I ask you for your color while we’re playing, let me know if you’re green, yellow, or red. Green means you’re good to keep going, yellow means you need to slow down and take a break to check in, and red means stop immediately.”

Robin nodded. “Alright.”

“If you don’t reply when I ask for a color, I’ll also stop.”

“Got it,” Robin said. 

Nancy kissed her, close-mouthed and chaste. “Take off your clothes for me,” she said after she pulled away. Her voice sounded just a little bit different, with a hint of command that it lacked in their normal conversations. 

Robin swallowed audibly. Nancy was making no move to take off her own clothes. The idea of being naked in front of a fully clothed Nancy did something for Robin. 

She felt slick start to build between her legs, the sharp lemony scent of her arousal filling the room. She could hear a pleased rumble building in Nancy’s chest in response to the change in her scent. 

Robin hooked her hands under her sweater and pulled it off. She just had on one of her ratty old sports bras underneath, a decision she was now regretting. But Nancy’s scent started to change, hints of vanilla bleeding in, so Robin must have done something right.

She unbuttoned her jeans as Nancy watched hungrily, and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them. She paused, feeling self-conscious on full display under the bright lights of Nancy’s living room.

“Keep going,” Nancy commanded when Robin paused in only her underwear and socks. 

Robin bent to take her socks off first, unwilling to end up in nothing but socks. Next, she pulled her bra over her head. The apartment was warm enough to be comfortable even naked, but the air against her chest made her nipples harden to points. 

Nancy licked her lips, eyes dancing over Robin’s chest, then down to her underwear. She brought her eyes back up to Robin’s face and raised her eyebrows.  

Robin drew in a shaky breath, hooking her thumbs into her underwear and pulling them down before she could second guess herself. 

Nancy stood a few feet from Robin, eyes roving over every part of Robin’s body. She closed the distance between them, stopping directly in front of Robin. Robin could feel the warmth pouring off of Nancy’s body. She could smell Nancy’s scent spilling out into the air around them, wrapping her up.

Nancy reached out to cup one of Robin’s breasts. It fit in her small hand, and she brushed a thumb over the nipple while she squeezed. Robin let out a shaky breath, trembling a little under Nancy’s hand. 

“You’re beautiful, Birdie,” Nancy said. She bent her mouth to Robin’s chest, pulling the nipple that wasn’t currently in her hand into her mouth. Robin moaned, feeling slick start to trickle down her legs. Nancy bit down lightly on her nipple and Robin arched her back, pushing her chest further into Nancy’s mouth.

Nancy stepped back and Robin let out a pitiful whine at the loss of contact. Nancy smiled. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m just going to get the rope.”

The rope. Right. Nancy was going to tie her up. 

She left Robin standing naked in the middle of the living room. Robin shifted awkwardly from foot to foot as she heard Nancy opening drawers in her bedroom. Nancy was only gone for a handful of seconds, returning with a bundle of rope in her hands. 

She smiled at Robin when she came back into the room, raking her eyes up and down her body. Nancy walked a circle around her, staring the whole time. Robin felt like an object, here for Nancy’s viewing pleasure. She was surprised to discover she liked the feeling.

Nancy stopped in front of Robin, holding out the rope. “Color?” Nancy asked.

Robin was confused for a moment before she remembered. “G-green,” she stammered. 

Nancy smiled, then started to tie Robin up. Robin shivered as she felt the rope drag over her bare skin. It was made of something that wasn’t too scratchy, but also wasn’t completely soft. She liked the slight roughness against her skin. 

Nancy made a complicated pattern over Robin’s chest, framing her tits so they looked like they were on display.  

Nancy leaned down to lick over each of her nipples, making Robin shudder, then moved around to Robin’s back. “I’m going to tie your hands behind your back now, Birdie,” Nancy said softly.

Nancy looped rope over her wrists in a pattern Robin couldn’t quite follow, until they were tied firmly behind her. There was no stretch on her shoulders, and it felt almost comfortable. 

Nancy kissed one of her shoulder blades when she was done, leaning in to whisper against Robin’s ear, “Color?”

“Green,” Robin sighed.

Nancy walked back around to her front, hooking a finger into her chest harness and gently tugging her. “Come sit with me,” Nancy said. 

She walked over to the couch, sitting down and setting a pillow on the floor between her legs. Robin moved to sit next to her but Nancy pushed her back up. “Nuh-uh,” Nancy said, smiling. “You’re down there.” She pointed at the pillow on the floor. “Kneel for me.”

Robin felt another gush of slick pooling between her thighs as she obeyed Nancy, kneeling on the pillow. “Rest your head here, baby,” Nancy said, maneuvering Robin’s head so it was resting on her thigh. Robin could smell Nancy so well here, close to the source. Warm amber, blackberry, and more and more vanilla the further they got into the scene. She wanted to taste her. She wanted it more than she’d ever wanted anything.

She rubbed her face against Nancy’s thigh, nuzzling. Nancy’s hand slid into her hair, gently pulling. “Stay still,” Nancy commanded, and Robin stopped moving. 

She had no idea how long they sat there like that. Robin felt her mind start to drift. Not to all the things she could potentially be worried about, like it usually did. Instead, it just… drifted. Almost like she was just a little tipsy on a nice summer day, in the middle of a long vacation. Her mind drifted further and further as Nancy gently carded through her hair. Eventually, Nancy’s hand stopped, and she grabbed Robin’s chin, tilting her face. 

“You wanna make me feel good, Birdie?” Nancy asked, voice lower than Robin had ever heard it. 

“Yessss,” Robin hissed. “Wanna make you feel so good.”

“Such a good girl,” Nancy said with a fond smile. Robin shuddered, slick dripping down her legs. She didn’t think she’d ever been this aroused in her life. 

Nancy shifted, scooting further forward on the couch. She pulled her skirt up slowly. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and Robin immediately tried to lean forward, wanted to taste her so bad. 

Nancy laughed, hand coming up to Robin’s chest to keep her face away from her pussy. “Be patient, babygirl,” Nancy said. Robin nearly combusted. If anyone else in the entire world had called her babygirl, she probably would have punched them. But coming from Nancy the word went straight to her cunt. 

Nancy reached the hand she wasn’t using down to her own pussy. She used her fingers to spread her lips open, giving Robin an eyeful. Robin wanted to get her mouth on her clit, had never wanted anything more.

“Do you like it, Birdie? Is it pretty?” Nancy asked, voice teasing as she gathered up some of her own slick from around her entrance and rubbed it onto her clit. 

“So pretty,” Robin moaned. “Let me taste it. Please?”

“Hmmm.” Nancy looked down at her, considering. “I think you can beg better than that.”

Something snapped in Robin. Words started pouring out of her without thought. “Please, sir, please. I need to taste you, I need to get my mouth on it. Please don’t make me wait.”

“Much better,” Nancy said, and let go of Robin. 

Robin dove into Nancy’s pussy. It was drastically uncoordinated with her hands still tied behind her back. Nancy took pity on her and put a hand back in her hair, guiding her head to where Robin desperately wanted to be. 

Robin licked up Nancy’s slit, tasting the slick that had gathered there. It tasted even better than Robin remembered, mixing with her delicious scent to make Robin moan against her. She lapped at her folds with abandon, trying to get it all. Nancy eventually guided Robin’s mouth up to her clit. 

Robin wrapped her lips around Nancy’s perfect clit and sucked hard. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it baby,” Nancy growled from above her. She used her hands in Robin’s hair to press Robin’s mouth more firmly against her, and wrapped her legs around her back, pressing her feet in. Robin fucking loved it. 

“Knew you’d be perfect at this,” Nancy said as she tilted her hips up, grinding her pussy against Robin’s mouth. “My perfect babygirl with her perfect mouth.”

Robin moaned against Nancy’s clit. She wanted to be Nancy’s perfect babygirl. Wanted it more than anything. Nancy kept grinding onto her mouth. Robin’s jaw was starting to get sore but she didn’t care. She’d let Nancy do this until her face went numb if that’s what Nancy wanted. 

Nancy breaths started to get more erratic as she shoved Robin’s face against her even harder, thighs clamping around Robin’s head as she shook through an orgasm. Robin sucked her through it until Nancy was done, gently tugging Robin’s head away from her clit and relaxing her thighs. 

Robin bent her head to lick up Nancy’s slick, so much more now that she’d come. She would have stayed there for hours cleaning Nancy up, but Nancy tugged her head up. 

Robin looked up at her. Nancy was resplendent, staring down at Robin with a blissed out expression on her face, cheeks red. “Come up here, baby,” she said, tugging at Robin’s chest harness.

Robin complied, clambering into Nancy’s lap happily. Nancy reached around behind her, tugging at the knots around her wrists until Robin felt her hands come free. Robin shook out her arms as Nancy pulled her in for a kiss.

“You were such a good girl,” Nancy crooned against Robin’s lips. Robin panted and tried to press her cunt down into Nancy’s lap to get some friction. The angle was all wrong, though, and there was still a gap between their bodies. 

“Let me take care of you now,” Nancy said, reaching a hand between them. She drew a finger through Robin’s folds, collecting her slick, then raised it up to her mouth. She licked the finger slowly, moaning around it. “You taste amazing. So sweet.” 

Robin buried her head in Nancy’s neck, unable to handle the praise. She licked at Nancy’s scent gland, gathering up the oil. It mixed with the lingering taste of Nancy’s cunt in her mouth. Exquisite. 

Nancy moved her hand back down, sliding a finger easily into Robin’s cunt. “So wet, baby. Is this all for me?” she whispered into Robin’s hair. Robin could only whine into her neck. 

Nancy slid a second finger in. Nancy started to fuck her fingers in and out of Robin as Robin moved her hips in time. She could feel an orgasm building embarrassingly fast. Nancy swiped her thumb over her clit and that was all Robin needed to send her over the edge, crying out and biting down on Nancy’s neck beneath her scent gland. 

Nancy worked her through it, making gentle shushing noises against Robin’s hair as Robin shook uncontrollably in the aftershocks. 

Once Robin was finished, Nancy undid her chest harness, gently removing the rope and rubbing Robin’s skin beneath. She repositioned Robin to lay on her side on the couch when the rope was gone. Nancy took off her shirt and bra, then maneuvered out of her skirt. She grabbed a blanket and laid down behind Robin. She pressed her body up against Robin’s back and pulled the blanket over them. 

Nancy kissed the back of Robin’s neck. “You did so well, Birdie,” she whispered. Robin still felt like she was drifting. Nancy’s words were like a gentle caress. She sighed happily, snuggling her body back into Nancy’s, grateful for the skin-to-skin contact. Nancy stroked her fingers up and down Robin’s side and belly, up over her breasts, touching her wherever she could reach.

Eventually, Robin started to feel more like herself again, coming back from her drift. It happened slowly, the real world returning to her in increments. She sighed, shifting.

“Are you back with us?” Nancy asked, kissing her neck again.

Robin nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Yeah. Was that subspace?” Steve had tried describing subspace to her the week before. It seemed like what she’d been feeling.

“I think so,” Nancy said. “I don’t know exactly what you were feeling, but it seemed like you were drifting. Did you like it?”

Robin considered the question. It had felt weird at first, but it had been refreshing to feel her mind shut off for once. Only thoughts of pleasure and Nancy remaining. “I did,” she concluded. “A lot.” 

“I liked it a lot, too,” Nancy said, squeezing Robin around her waist. 

Later that day, as Robin was getting ready to leave, she caught sight of a flyer from Pink's on Nancy's fridge. It was for a kink night the following weekend.

Robin's stomach dropped. Was Nancy still doing stuff with other submissives? They hadn't yet discussed the exact nature of the relationship. It made Robin anxious, but she hated to feel like she was being pushy and asking for too much too soon.

"Ready to go?" Nancy asked, slipping on her own coat.

"Yeah," Robin replied, trying to force the flyer out of her mind. "Let's go."

"Do you think Nancy's still going to Pink's and tying up other girls?" Robin blurted into the previously peaceful silence of her Saturday afternoon with Steve.

Steve slowly turned to where she sat on the couch. She'd ostensibly been studying but actually had been worrying about her relationship with Nancy. She was due for a heat soon, so her emotions were all jumbled up to begin with, and tonight was the kink night at Pink's that she'd seen the flyer for. A recipe for mental disaster.

"I don't think I'm the person you should be asking," Steve replied.

Robin groaned. The idea of talking to Nancy about this terrified her.

"Would it bother you if she was continuing to platonically tie up other submissives?" Steve prodded when Robin didn't say anything.

"Yes," Robin answered immediately, not even needing to think about it. "I want to be the only person she's tying up."

Steve hummed. "That sounds like something you really need to talk about with her, then."

Robin harrumphed. Steve could get all high and mighty about communication in relationships now that his was firmly established, but she remembered what a mess he and Eddie had been in the beginning. Constantly miscommunicating to an almost comical degree.

After another half an hour or so of "studying", she shut her book and announced, "I'm going out tonight."

"Excuse me, you're what?" Steve looked at her like she'd grown a second head. "Since when do you just go out on a whim? Are you sick?" He pressed a hand to her forehead.

She swatted the hand away. "No, Steve, I'm not sick. I just feel like a change of scenery."

"Uh huh." Steve didn't sound convinced. "And where were you planning to go on this fine evening? Perhaps Pink's?"

Robin huffed. "I mean, it is the lesbian bar."

"Are you going there to see what Nancy's up to without having to ask her?" Steve demanded, cutting to the chase.

"No!" Robin insisted. "I have no idea if she's even planning to go tonight."

Steve looked at her sharply, not convinced. "Well I wanna go with you."

She blanched. "No, you really don't need to! I'll be fine."

"Oh, come on, Robs," he cajoled. "Since when do you turn down a wingman? You hate going to bars alone."

She unfortunately couldn't argue with that. Steve would definitely know something was up if she claimed she could go it alone and miraculously no longer needed the social lubricant that was Steve Harrington.

"Alright," she conceded. Nancy hopefully wouldn't even be there. It was probably an old flyer, from before she and Robin had started up their thing.

They got to Pink's around 8. Robin had never gone to Pink's for a kink night before, but it wasn't that different from a usual night. There were a few stages set up for demonstrations, and the clientele was wearing a little more leather than usual, but it was still the Pink's that Robin knew and loved.

"Robin, is it kink night?" Steve hissed, catching on quickly. "You are here to spy on Nancy!"

Robin elbowed him in the side and shushed him. "I don't even know if she's gonna be here," she protested.

"Robs, why didn't you just talk to her?" he whisper-yelled. "I can't believe I'm a party to this now." He ran a hand over his face.

Robin ignored his histrionics. She went to the bar to fortify herself with a beverage. She scanned the stages, looking for the familiar brown curls. Nancy wasn't on any of them currently.

Steve joined her at the bar. "There's still time to just leave and text Nancy about it like a normal human being, you know," Steve said as he ordered a drink.

"I'm just here to check things out!" Robin maintained.

Steve sighed. They watched the scenes for a while, Robin calming down enough to feel sheepish about coming here. Just as she was thinking about leaving, she caught the hint of a very familiar scent on the air.

She scanned the club, trying to figure out where it was coming from, and finally located Nancy in a corner to the side of one of the stages, talking to someone. A small blonde woman, delicate in all the ways Robin was awkward. The woman threw back her head and laughed as Nancy said something.

Robin's stomach plummeted. Her scent immediately soured and Steve turned to her sharply. "Robbie, what?" he asked, confused.

She nodded toward the corner where Nancy was cozied up with the other woman. Steve looked.

"That doesn't mean anything, Robin. She's just talking to her," Steve insisted.

Robin pushed herself away from the bar to walk out, but Steve grabbed her arm. "Absolutely not," he said. "You have to go talk to her!"

Robin didn't want to talk to her. They obviously weren't on the same page and Robin had read way too much into the way things were going. It was her own fault, she hadn't communicated clearly. She'd be fine, she really would, but she didn't need to add public embarrassment to her psychic wounds.

She wrenched her arm out of Steve's grasp and practically ran to the door. But Nancy must have scented her while she and Steve were arguing, because Nancy beat her to the door.

"Robin! I didn't know you were going to be here." Nancy looked pleased to see Robin, but confused. Her nostrils flared, picking up Robin's distressed scent. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Robin said, plastering on what she hoped was a convincing smile. "Just a little overwhelmed, needed some air. Don't worry about me, you go do what you were gonna do!"

Nancy frowned. "I'll come outside with you. If that's okay?"

"But don't you have to do a scene?" Robin asked, motioning toward the stages. At which point she noticed the blonde woman getting set up on the stage with a different woman. Not Nancy.

Nancy looked even more confused, her scent picking up a burnt note. "No, Robin. I'm just here to support some friends who are doing a scene." Her frown deepened. "Did you think I was still doing scenes with other people?"

"I - uh - well," Robin spluttered. She didn't know what to say, so she settled on, "I mean, I wasn't sure."

Nancy's face fell. "Are you still seeing other people?" Her voice had a little bit of a rumble to it, and the burnt smell got stronger.

"No!" Robin yelped. "Definitely not. I just thought maybe you were. Since we never really talked about it."

Nancy's face changed, realization coloring her features. "Did you come here to spy on me?" she asked.

Robin gulped. Fuck. The optics weren't great here. She frantically looked back to the bar. Steve was looking at them with his arms crossed over his chest and a look that said "I told you so" emblazoned across his face. So, no help to be had from that quarter.

"I panicked!" Robin admitted, talking fast. "I saw the flyer on your fridge for kink night and I spiraled, thinking maybe this didn't mean the same thing to you that it meant to me."

Nancy sighed. "Why didn't you just ask me?"

Robin's face crumpled. "I - I don't know. I was too scared, I guess. Scared that you'd say you don't want a relationship with me. But then I couldn't deal with not knowing, so I came."

They were starting to get disgruntled looks from the other club-goers at the scent of their distress.

"Let's go outside," Nancy said, looking around them. She reached for Robin's arm and gently steered her towards the door.

The cold air outside felt amazing against Robin's flushed skin. Nancy walked them a few paces away from the door. Robin leaned against the side of the building, and Nancy stood in front of her.

Nancy took a deep breath, looking down at her feet for a moment, then back up at Robin. "Robin, I honestly thought we were already courting. The mittens were meant to be a courting gift. But I'm sorry I didn't make that explicit."

Robin's whole stomach fell out from under her and she blushed, more embarrassed than she'd been in a long time. "Th- they were?" Her voice sounded weak.

"Yeah, they were," Nancy smiled sadly. "But clearly they weren't taken that way. So, don't worry, I'm not going to hold you to accepting them."

"No!" Robin yelped, grabbing Nancy's hand. "Please hold me to accepting them. I want that. I want to be courted by you. So much."

"You do?" Nancy asked. "Then why did you think they weren't a courting gift?"

Robin shrugged. "I guess I just don't think of myself as courting material? Especially for someone like you." She waved a hand up and down in front of Nancy. She could feel all of her emotions getting clogged like a hairball in her throat. The charged situation combined with her impending heat was turning her into a mess.

"Oh, Robbie," Nancy sighed. "That's ridiculous. You've got all the things I want in a partner - sweet, funny, smart, ambitious. Any alpha would be lucky to call you theirs."

That was too much. Robin burst into tears, leaning forward to bury her face in Nancy's neck.

Nancy wrapped her arms tightly around Robin, cradling the back of her head. "Sweetheart," Nancy whispered. "I'm so sorry I upset you."

Robin pressed back to look at Nancy, sob-yelling, "No, I'm sorry! I came here to spy on you like a little creep. I should have talked to you. I'm the worst." Robin buried her face back in Nancy's neck, snuffling against her scent gland.

"Whoa, there, Birdie," Nancy soothed, stroking her hair. "That's a little harsh. It would have been nice if you'd talked to me, but we got it figured out, right?"

"Are you sure you don't want to take back your courting gift now?" Robin mumbled.

"Absolutely not," Nancy affirmed. She gently guided Robin's face out of her neck so she could look at her. "Do you wanna come home with me?"

Robin nodded, sniffling. "I need to tell Steve, though."

"Steve's here?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, I think he was onto me so he came as some sort of damage control."

Robin went back into the bar briefly to tell Steve the plan, then joined Nancy back outside. "Sorry you didn't get to watch your friends' scene," Robin said.

"That's alright," Nancy assured her with a smile, reaching for her hand. "I'd much rather be with you right now."

Robin calmed down on the ride to Nancy's apartment, Nancy pumping soothing pheromones into the car around them. As she calmed down from the anxiety, though, she felt herself getting aroused. She shifted in the car seat, slick pooling in her underwear as heat built in her belly. She whined softly, cunt unbearably empty.

"Are you okay, Birdie?" Nancy asked, shooting a brief worried glance at Robin.

"Y-yeah," Robin stammered. It was probably just a little pre-heat. She usually had a few days of this before her full heats started.

But the sensation built as they drove, culminating in a horrible cramping low in her belly. Part of her mind realized this was moving faster than usual, and she was barreling rapidly toward full heat. But most of her mind was consumed by the burning want she was feeling, pulling her rational mind under the fuzzy blanket of heat. Nancy kept throwing concerned glances in her direction, but didn't press further.

Robin was on Nancy as soon as they stepped into her apartment, unable to contain herself. She pressed Nancy back against the door, shoving her face into Nancy's neck and licking up the oil from her scent gland.

"Oh!" Nancy gasped. Robin pressed herself against one of Nancy's thighs, squatting slightly so she could straddle it and shamelessly rub her cunt against it.

"Need you, Alpha," Robin whined.

"Robin, holy shit, are you in heat?"

"Dunno. Just need you," she keened.

Nancy pulled Robin's face out of her neck and looked into her eyes. Robin was having trouble focusing on her. "Okay, baby, you're definitely in heat," Nancy concluded. "Do you want me to take you back to your place to ride it out?"

Robin hissed at the suggestion, baring her little omega fangs. "No, Alpha! Don't leave me."

"Alright," Nancy soothed, pumping pheromones into the air to calm her. "I'm on suppressants, though, so I won't be able to get into rut. I won't be able to knot you."

Robin whimpered, her cunt clenching against emptiness. She wasn't sure she could survive a heat without being knotted by something. She started to rub herself on Nancy's thigh again.

"Do you have a knotting dildo at home?" Nancy asked.

Robin whimpered again. "You told me you wouldn't leave," she sobbed.

"I won't, I won't!" Nancy assured. "But I can call Steve and have him bring it. Then we can try to take the edge off a little while we wait."

Robin didn't respond with words, she just kept grinding on Nancy's thigh. She could feel how wet she was getting, her slick soaking through her jeans and probably Nancy's.

Nancy, thankfully, didn't try to dislodge her. She dug her phone out of her pocket and called Steve. Robin didn't pay attention to the conversation, mouth back at Nancy's scent gland.

"Alright, Steve's going to bring your knotting dildo and some of the stuff from your nest, but it's probably going to take him about half an hour. He was still at Pink's."

Robin groaned. "It hurts, Alpha." She tried to rub even harder on Nancy's leg, but the only thing that was going to help was something inside of her.

"I know, baby," Nancy soothed, rubbing her back. "Come to the bedroom with me, let's see if we can do anything to help."

Robin refused to untangle herself from Nancy, which led to an awkward shuffle from the apartment door to Nancy's bedroom.

"You've gotta let go of me for a second, Birdie," Nancy coaxed once they made it to the bedroom. "I need to get our clothes off."

That sounded great to Robin, so she finally let go. There was a huge wet patch on Nancy's thigh, but Robin was too far gone to be embarrassed. Nancy made quick work of their clothes.

Once they were both naked, Robin wrapped herself around Nancy again, one leg coming up at an absurd angle to encircle Nancy's waist. She hadn't even known her body could move like that. Nancy pulled her down onto the bed and Robin immediately restraddled her thigh, humping it with abandon.

"Fuck, you smell amazing," Nancy said. She shoved her face into the crook of Robin's neck and inhaled deeply. Nancy slid a hand between her leg and Robin's cunt, two fingers slipping inside of Robin easily.

Robin whined, bucking onto the fingers. She steadied herself with hands on Nancy's shoulders. Nancy reached her free hand up to play with Robin's nipples, squeezing and pinching them each in turn.

"Alpha, need more," Robin pleaded.

Nancy removed her fingers and brought her hands to Robin's waist, lifting her up and throwing her down on the bed. She may have been on suppressants, but was obviously feeling something to get that level of alpha strength.

Nancy leaned over Robin's cunt, licking up her slit to gather her slick and then pulling her clit into her mouth. She sucked on it hard, then slid two fingers back into Robin's pussy. Robin ground her clit up into Nancy's face, whimpering pathetically.

Nancy slid a third finger in and Robin barely even felt a stretch. She was so open, so ready for a knot. Her abdomen was still cramping, desperate for more. She felt tears falling down her cheeks.

Seeming to sense her urgency even with her face buried in Robin's pussy, Nancy wiggled her pinky in beside her three other fingers. Finally Robin felt a real stretch. That, combined with Nancy continuing to suck on her clit, was enough to send her into her first orgasm. She moaned as she came, pouring slick all over Nancy's fingers.

Once Robin was done shaking, Nancy lifted her face from Robin's clit and made to remove her hand. Robin panicked and yelped, "No! Don't go! Need the whole thing in me."

Nancy's eyebrows shot up, but she didn't take her fingers out. "You want me to fist you?" she clarified.

Robin nodded frantically. "Yes. Need it so bad, Alpha, need to be filled." The cramping was already starting up again in her belly.

"Alright," Nancy agreed. "Anything for my sweet Omega." Robin preened. It was the first time Nancy had called her that. She loved it.

Nancy shifted slightly, then started to work her four fingers in and out of Robin. There was so much slick that they moved easily. Robin's body was already stretching to accommodate more, ready for an alpha's knot.

Nancy pressed her thumb against her fingers. Her whole hand met with resistance. She slowly moved it, turning it from side to side, getting slick everywhere. Robin keened, her body responding to the increase in stretch.

Finally, Nancy's thumb popped in, and her entire hand was inside of Robin. Nancy bent her head back to Robin's clit, sucking it into her mouth. She fucked her hand in and out of Robin's cunt, making obscene squelching noises, as she sucked hard on her clit. It was exactly what Robin needed, and she was coming again in seconds, her body clenching around Nancy's hand.

As Robin's orgasm crested, Nancy made a fist, simulating a knot, and gently tugged. She was no longer able to pull her hand out of Robin. It tricked Robin's body into thinking there was a knot inside of her, prolonging her orgasm as her body tried to milk cum from the knot. The cramping in her abdomen eased.

Nancy held the fist inside of a Robin for a few minutes after that, pressing gentle kisses over Robin's thighs and lower belly.

"Such a beautiful, perfect Omega," Nancy cooed. Robin wasn't sure how long they sat there, but eventually they heard a knock on the door.

Nancy uncurled her fist, gently removing her hand from Robin's pussy. Robin whined at the loss.

"Don't worry, baby," Nancy said. "That's just Steve with the knotting dildo. I'll be right back." She wrapped a robe around herself and left the room.

Robin could only hear snatches of the conversation from the bedroom. She was pretty sure Nancy growled at Steve at one point. Probably not great to have another alpha anywhere nearby when her omega was in heat.

Her omega. Nancy and Robin were courting. Nancy was taking care of Robin during a heat. The conversation they'd had outside the bar finally sunk in during the brief clarity following her two orgasms.

Nancy returned to the room with a pile of blankets from Robin's nest and the box containing Robin's knotting dildo. She dropped everything on the bed, taking off her robe.

"Let's get a nest made, sweetheart." Robin finally sat up, helping Nancy pile the blankets up into a cozy nest. She added a few of Nancy's blankets as well, wanting their scents to be mingled in the nest.

Once they were finished, Nancy took out the knotting dildo. She rifled through her own drawers, pulling out one of her straps, and confirmed that the dildo would fit. She stepped into the strap harness, pulling it up her legs and cinching it tight once the dildo was situated over her pelvis.

"I want to be ready," Nancy said with a smile. She tucked the pump component which would allow her to inflate the knot when needed into the strap harness.

Robin held her arms out to Nancy, wordlessly requesting her presence in the nest. Nancy went, sliding into the nest beside Robin. She nuzzled into Robin's neck, kissing over her scent gland. Her hand came up to Robin's chest, cupping one of her breasts and thumbing over the nipple.

Slick was already building again between Robin's thighs. Nancy raised her head from Robin's neck to kiss her. She kneaded the flesh of Robin's breast, drawing a moan out of Robin.

Nancy slid her tongue into Robin's mouth, her free hand coming down to rub at Robin's clit. Robin tilted her pelvis up as she sucked on Nancy's tongue. Nancy took the hint, sliding two fingers into Robin.

She fucked Robin slowly with her fingers, rubbing over Robin's g-spot. The heel of her hand was pressed against Robin's clit. Nancy lowered her face to Robin's chest, pulling a nipple into her mouth and biting down lightly.

Robin keened. Nancy slid in a third finger, fucking her faster. A sensation built in Robin's pelvis, almost but not quite like she had to pee. Nancy kept going, rubbing hard on her g-spot. Suddenly, liquid was gushing out of Robin's cunt, clearer and more watery than her usual slick. Nancy kept going, a squelching noise filling the room as Robin continued to gush, spasming around Nancy's fingers.

It felt amazing. Robin had never squirted before, but she'd read enough erotica to know that was what had just happened. She only had a moment to enjoy the sensation, though. Her abdomen started to cramp again. She doubled over and moaned.

"Oh, baby," Nancy crooned, rubbing circles into Robin's back. "What can I do?"

Robin uncurled and pressed herself up onto her hands and knees, turning so her ass was facing Nancy. She'd never presented for an alpha before, but her body told her exactly what to do. She lowered her chest and head so her forehead was resting against the bed and stuck her ass in the air, opening her legs so her dripping pussy was on full display for Nancy.

Nancy growled and moved forward. Her hands came to Robin's hips and Robin felt her breath gusting against her cunt for just a second before Nancy started to lick. She licked ferociously at Robin's slit, groaning against her. "You taste so good babygirl," Nancy mumbled against her skin. "Perfect."

It felt good but it wasn't what Robin needed. She whined, pushing herself back into Nancy. "Please, Alpha," she begged. "Need your knot."

Nancy's mouth left her cunt and Robin felt her moving. The silicone head of the dildo pressed against Robin's entrance. Nancy gripped Robin's hips hard enough to bruise and slid the dildo in.

She pushed it in all the way on the first stroke, Robin crying out in pleasure at the delightful sensation of being filled. It was way better than fingers, the girth pushing out evenly against all of her walls.

Nancy started to fuck into her. It would have been a brutal pace if Robin hadn't been in heat. Nancy pounded her hard, the flesh of her hips slapping against Robin's ass with each thrust. "Gonna fill you up, Omega," Nancy panted.

Nancy growled and leaned over Robin's back, mouth latching over her scent gland. Robin keened. "Yes, Alpha, Alpha!" Robin yelled.

Nancy sucked on the gland for a moment, teeth pressing against it but not biting. She let go, and whispered, "Want me to knot you, now, babygirl? Make you mine?"

"Please!" Robin cried.

Nancy removed one of her hands from Robin's hip to grab the pump. Robin heard a noise, and felt the dildo's knot start to inflate inside of her, pushing her open further.

"Oh, fuck," Robin moaned. She clenched down on the dildo and came, gushing slick everywhere. Nancy continued to fuck her as she shook, the knot slowly inflating until it caught, stuck inside of Robin.

Robin came again when she felt the knot lock inside of her. "Alpha," she moaned weakly once she caught her breath.

"You did so good, baby," Nancy whispered against her back. She gently guided them onto their sides, moving gingerly to avoid hurting Robin with the knot. "Next time I'll be off suppressants, I promise. Wanna feel you come on my knot."

A purr started up in Robin's chest. Sure, it would have been better with Nancy's real knot, but this was great, too. She felt sated, warm, and safe, cuddled up with Nancy in her nest.

A deeper purr rumbled in Nancy's chest, answering Robin's own.

"Next time," Robin said dreamily, finally believing deep in her bones that there would be many 'next times' with Nancy.