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Robin laid aimlessly on her couch. Her feet hung off the edge, dangling in the air. Her head laid on a pillow turned to the side, barely paying attention to the news channel that played on the T.V. She felt her eyes begin to get heavy as the reporter went on about the water drought that plagued Hawkins.
“It has now been a week of this water drought caused by the excess use from the U.S military in Hawkins,” the female reporter started, "officials are reporting that residents within the same household should begin to shower together in order to conserve usage until the problem should be solved.”
The blonde didn’t pay much attention. This was all information she had already known. She felt herself slowly drifting off into a nap, curling up into a ball to get comfy.
That was until she heard the sudden ringing of the phone in the kitchen, causing her to jolt awake.
Annoyed, she rubbed her eyes and trekked over to the kitchen, almost stumbling over her own feet in the process. She hastily grabbed the phone and pressed it against her ear.
“Buckley residence this is Robin speaking–” she yawned.
“Hey Robin, it’s–”
She perked up, immediately awake, “Vickie! Hey, what’s up? I miss you.”
She could hear the sweet laugh of the other girl over the line, causing her cheeks to turn a light shade of pink.
“I miss you too babe– but we did just see each other, like, yesterday,” Vickie replied.
Robin began to toy with the chord, “that was only for like, thirty minutes at the hospital!”
“I know…” she giggled, “but I actually had a question for you.”
The tone of the call shifted, Robin stood up straighter, “yeah– of course, what’s wrong Vick?”
It was silent for a moment. She could hear the sound of Vickie breathing ever so slightly.
“So you know about the water drought, right?” The redhead asked, slowly.
“Duh,” she replied, “my hair has never been this greasy since I got that bad perm sophomore year.”
Vickie awkwardly laughed, clearly nervous even to Robin who was typically oblivious.
“Yeah…” she whispered, barely audible.
“Sorry. Bad timing. Was that your full question or…?” Robin replied.
“I was wondering…” Vickie paused, “...if we could shower, together?”
Robin gulped.
“Why can’t you at your house?” Robin asked, cursing herself immediately for blowing her only chance to shower with her girlfriend.
She groaned, “my asshole mother used up all the water. I haven’t been able to shower since my last shift at the hospital and I feel absolutely disgusting.”
“Oh shit sorry Vick–” she began to apologize, “yeah, yeah you can come over.”
“Thank you,” she breathed a sigh of relief, “I’ll be there in fifteen?”
“I’ll see you then!” Robin smiled and was about to hang up the phone until she heard Vickie’s meek voice.
“Is your mom home?” she hesitantly asked.
The blonde paused.
“No–” she managed to squeak out, “shes– shes at work for the next couple of hours.”
“Good.”
Then, it was silent.
Vickie was true to her word and arrived at Robin’s house exactly fifteen minutes later, announcing her arrival with a ring of the doorbell. The sudden sound caused the blonde to jump off the couch, fidgeting with her hands as she made her way towards the front door. Hesitantly, she gripped the handle and turned it slowly. On the porch stood her girlfriend looking directly up at her. Her red hair was a little unkempt and stuck to various parts of her forehead. She had on no bright makeup, an oddity for her, and instead was completely barefaced. In her arms she held various bottles of shower care and a towel.
“Hey!” she smiled awkwardly, “I brought all of my shower stuff because I like felt guilty using yours– especially considering the quarantine and everything. And then I brought my own towel too because you were already letting me shower here and–”
“Vick.”
Robin gently caressed her shoulder, causing her to stop her rambling.
“Sorry– right,” she shyly laughed, looking down.
“Come on in,” the blonde moved away from the door.
Vickie let herself in the familiar space. This wasn’t her first time at Robin's house; she had lost count at this point. But something today felt different. It was emptier and quiet. Knowing what she was there for created an unbearable tension for the couple.
“So uh–” Robin gulped, “I can show you where the bathroom is!”
The redhead giggled, “I know where it’s at babe. This isn’t my first time here y’know?”
Shit.
“Yeah no–” she cursed herself, “of course…”
Vickie maneuvered familiarly through the halls of her girlfriend's house. She easily found the bathroom and let herself in with Robin trailing closely behind. There was a soft click of the door as it was shut behind them.
Robin awkwardly stood pressed against the door, as far away from girlfriend as possible. She pretended to look up at the ceiling, fidgeting with her hands.
The redhead didn’t notice her odd behavior at first, she was preoccupied with finding a spot for her shampoo and body wash in the overcrowded shower. After a moment she stepped back out to see the blonde hunched over herself.
“Robin–” she laughed, “what are you doing?”
She jumped a little before replying, “nothing! Just uh– giving my girlfriend the respect and privacy as she uh– gets ready to shower.”
“Hey,” Vickie inched closer, softly grasping her wrist, “you don’t need to be nervous, okay? We’re just… showering together because of the drought.”
“Right… right…” she nodded.
“And plus you’ve seen me naked before,” Vickie added, “like– multiple times.”
“Shut up!” Robin covered her face, “that's different.”
Vickie grinned, shifting her hands to toy with the hem of the shirt that covered the other girl.
“And,” she added, “I’ve undressed you more times than I can count–”
“Vickie–” she protested as her shirt was removed, “what are you doing–”
The couple giggled as they wrestled with each other. Vickie attempted to pull off her shirt while Robin insisted on keeping it pushed down.
“Okay fine,” Vickie suddenly stopped, “I guess you’ll be all gross and nasty because I’m going to use all your water.”
The blonde rubbed her face to ease the pain from smiling too hard. She attempted to protest, before her brain short-circuited.
In front of her Vickie quickly threw off her shirt and pants, leaving her in only her underwear. Her bare skin was pale in contrast to the matching black set. Before she could even process the overwhelming reaction taking over her body, Vickie had already unclasped her bra and pulled down her underwear, leaving her completely naked.
Robin gulped as her face turned red.
“So uh– the carpet matches the drapes?” was all she was able to think of.
Her girlfriend looked down and groaned, “you’re very lucky I am an understanding person Robin.”
“Sorry…” she whispered, still mesmerized by the naked girl in front of her.
“Why don’t you stop staring and join me?” Vickie asked, beginning to turn the faucet.
“Right!” she jolted into a panicked frenzy.
Hastily, Robin stripped down naked as well, tossing her clothes on the floor. The cold air hit every inch of her body now, causing her to shiver a little. The sliding door was left ajar, inviting her to come in. She stepped into the shower behind Vickie, who was already letting the water hit her face.
“Oh my god that feels so much better,” she sighed, “you have no idea how much shit I got on myself yesterday.”
Robin awkwardly chuckled, once again unsure of where to look. Her eyes darted around from the shower head to her girlfriend’s red hair and then to her butt, before jerking her head to the side to look at the tiled wall.
Vickie was oblivious to the girl behind her as she soaked up the water, finally feeling somewhat clean. After a minute however she realized that it was probably not the smartest idea to waste water, and decided to start her typical routine.
“Hey, can you hand me my shampoo?” she asked, turning around to face Robin.
Vickie looked up to see Robin, face red, avoiding eye-contact.
“Yeah– sure!” she jumped, still not daring to look at her.
Awkwardly she shuffled through the bottles on the shelf, grabbing the bottle her girlfriend had brought. It almost slipped out of her hands, whether it be from the water or her nerves--she wasn’t sure. Vickie took it, shaking the bottle to get out the last drops.
Robin returned to looking away, this time at the ceiling, fidgeting with her hands. Vickie took notice of her nervous behavior, and decided to do something to fix it.
“Here–” Vickie grasped her wrist, pulling it towards her, “wash my hair?”
Before the blonde could form a coherent response, the shampoo was squirted into her hand. The other girl gave a cute little smile before turning back around, gesturing for her to start.
Her hands hesitantly rested on top of Vickie’s head before running her fingers through her hair. Robin scratched her hair, working the wash into her short pixie cut. She could see her shoulders loosen as her head leaned further back into her touch. The taller girl took it as a sign to continue and moved from the top of her head to closer to the base of her neck. She noticed how her girlfriend's back muscles moved in reaction to her touch, almost as if she was itching for more.
Then, an unexpected sound shuddered over the sound of the rushing water.
“Robin–” Vickie moaned, deeply.
Her hands stopped and left her head, shocked.
She looked down now at Vickie and could see it– her legs were pressed together tightly. Her head whipped back with an expression almost as shocked as Robin’s.
“Vick what–” she started, before being abruptly cut off.
Vickie had thrust herself onto Robin, her lips messily crashing against hers. The wetness of the kiss was enhanced by the water dripping onto them, their mouths slipping against each other.
In between the frenzy of kisses Vickie groaned, “I need you so bad.”
Robin finally caught up with the pace of the kiss and slipped her tongue in. Vickie gripped onto her shoulder for support as her soft face was cupped. The hot water crashed against the redheads back, making the two stay completely soaked.
“How do you need me?” Robin broke away from the kiss, looking down at her, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
“Fuck–” she whined, “you know how.”
In a grand motion she shifted their position, pressing Vickie against the cold tile of the shower. She leaned down, trailing soft kisses starting at her jaw and to her neck. She lightly nipped her teeth, leaving deep red marks over the area. Vickie arched her back, leaning further into the touch.
Her hands latched onto Robin’s wet blonde hair, pulling her back up into a kiss. Vickie whimpered when she felt a knee slide in between her thighs, finally giving her some sort of much needed friction. Her hips bucked and slipped against the finite area, practically begging for more.
Robin listened. Her hands found their way to her girlfriends exposed breasts, cupping them with both hands. In a circular motion her thumbs rubbed against her perked up nipples, drawing out a whine mid kiss.
“Please Robin–” she moaned, grinding down her hips harder.
She listened to her plea and obliged. She abruptly removed her knee, causing Vickie to slip a little. It was quickly replaced by her slender fingers, massaging her folds, teasing.
Vickie shuddered, biting her lip hard and looking down. She struggled to stand up straight, her feet unable to grip against the wet tile. Her hands wrapped around the blonde’s neck for support, gripping her own wrist to lock in their position.
Robin found her clit and pressed against it, rubbing it in a circular motion. The sensation caused the other girl to whimper, breath becoming more labored.
“Is this okay?” Robin asked breathily.
“God yes,” Vickie smiled, letting out a long sigh.
She smiled back at her, holding eye contact as her fingers worked. Then she moved from her clit to her entrance, easily dipping two fingers into the soaking area. Vickie’s smile quickly faltered as her head dipped down into the crook of her elbow, trying to form a coherent sentence as moans fell from her mouth.
Robin curled her fingers, hitting that one spot deep inside of her. She continued that motion, feeling her walls tighten against her.
Vickie was an absolute mess between trying to suppress her moans while keeping herself upright. It wasn’t her fault--her girlfriend had always been so talented with her hands. She felt her peak approaching slowly as the pace quickened.
That was until Robin abruptly removed her fingers.
“What are you doing–” Vickie stood up straighter, looking directly at her now.
The blonde didn’t say anything. Instead, she broke away from Vickie’s grasp and got down on her knees, slicking back her soaked hair. Her mouth found its way to where her hands had previously been, using her tongue to lick at her clit.
Vickie almost fell over, catching herself by gripping onto the girl's head, pressing her to where she needed to be. Her head leaned against the solid wall, looking up at the ceiling. She was getting closer, closer than she had been before. She bit her lip, attempting to lessen the sounds coming from her mouth.
Robin looked up at her for a moment, water dripping down her face and into her eyes. She soaked up the sight in front of her, feeling herself get needy as well. After a moment she closed her eyes again and slipped and curled her two fingers back inside, somehow wetter than before.
The combination of the licking of her clit and the motion of her fingers drew Vickie over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her whole body out of nowhere. Her legs began to shake and squeeze as she felt the sensation wash over her whole body. Her breath was rapid as Robin continued, letting her ride it out.
Eventually she calmed down, catching her breath. The blonde stopped and stood up, placing a little peck on her stomach as she did so.
Vickie looked at Robin, before a large smile overtook her as she laughed.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” she ran her fingers through her red hair.
The taller girl placed a small kiss on her cheek before kissing her on the lips.
“Should we actually get washed up now?” Robin asked, breaking away from the kiss.
“Don’t want me to return the favor?” Vickie looked up, tilting her head to the side.
“Maybe not in the shower when there's a drought in Hawkins–” she replied, “but my room is very available.”
“Sounds perfect…” Vickie giggled, kissing her again.
Their laughter bounced off the walls of the small room as the two playfully kissed. Their hands familiarly found each other, locking together warmly.
That was until Robin felt the cold air hit her back. Her head turned around to see the showerhead with no water flow. She groaned, praying her mother didn’t question it when she came home.