killer queen

"i just did."

steve's expression turns unreadable for a moment. "all right."

"all right," you echo, then lean in to kiss him again, because that usually solves all your problems.

and it sure seems to, because he kisses you back and slides his hand up a little, moving his fingertips back down into your underwear to stroke your clit for real. you sigh into his mouth, spreading your legs a bit further for him. he pushes his hand lower, further down between your legs, teasing your slit and collecting some of your wetness, before moving them right back up to rub your clit again, easing the motions as he circles it.

you lick into his mouth, but he pulls away.

"you had to know before now, right?"

"what?" you ask, eyes half-lidded, because he's still touching you.

"that you were moving," steve says.

"i—yeah," you say, gasping a little as he changes the angle of his hand, curling two fingers into you and using his thumb to massage your clit.

"why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"is this—steve, fuck, is this the time?"

"well, when else? you're leaving tomorrow," steve says, and he sounds so petulant that you can't help but put your hand on his wrist and slip his hand out from between your legs.

"steve, this was just ice cream and sex," you reply. the way he looks at you gives you pause. "wasn't it?"

but he shakes it off. "yeah, that's all."

you lift his hand to your lips, soaked with your arousal, and take his fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean, moaning around them quietly as you taste yourself on him. his upper lip twitches under your pointed gaze, and then he groans a little, watching your tongue lave over his fingers, licking between them.

"how about i give you something to remember me by?" you ask, and shift yourself in the backseat, push him so he's leaning against the door instead of you, and push his shirt up, unbutton his jeans, and roll yourself so you're kneeling between his spread legs this time. you bend down, letting your lips trail over his front, the muscles beneath the skin jumping a little as you don't quite kiss him until you do, your lips closing on his abs as you make your way over his toned stomach.

you glance up at him, and he's watching you closely, one hand down below you, pressing palm-flat against the front of his hip, the other moving to tangle in your hair as you work his jeans down over his thighs, pulling his underwear along with them.

he's half-hard, and you don't bother using your hands to get him the rest of the way there before you take him into your mouth, closing your lips around the head and sliding as far down as you can before the tip brushes the back of your throat, eyes fluttering closed as you him around his length, and he groans again above you, louder this time, hand tightening in your hair.

you bob your head, sucking the head of his cock as you pull off and it's the only part of him in your mouth, before you dip right back down and take him in fully, letting the head pop into your throat for the briefest moment just to hear him react—he inhales sharply and pushes you back down, making you gag on his cock before he pulls his hand away, mumbling an apology as he cards his hand through your hair to soothe you a little.

tears prick your eyes from the momentary exertion, but you keep going, because the reason you didn't tell steve you were leaving is because you didn't want to deal with it, but you also didn't want to just go without saying anything. if part of you wants more, it's the part you're letting him see right now—tomorrow, on the plane, you'll forget about the evenings in steve's car and he'll forget about you, the plethora of other young women in hawkins lining up for king steve absolutely making sure of that.

steve makes a choked noise as you nearly pull all of the way off from him, tongue teasing the slit in the head of his cock as you move one hand to wrap around his spit-slick skin, hot to the touch, and the other curls down between your own legs, replacing steve's fingers with your own, fingering yourself shallowly before you rub at your throbbing clit.

"you—touching yourself?" steve breathes.

"mhm," you hum around his cock as you jerk him off, cradling the head on your tongue.

"fuck," he says, tipping his head back against the window of his car. "gonna miss you."

he says it so quietly you pretend not to hear, for his dignity, and maybe for yours too.

you come on your own hand after a few minutes more, thighs shaking as you hold yourself up over him, and you sink your mouth back down onto his cock as you stroke your hand up, letting go only to grip him again at the base and drag your hand upward again, and again, until you feel a heavy trickle of precome on your tongue followed by a guttural whine from steve—the warning he usually gives you, followed by a rhythmic tapping on your shoulder, because words always fail him when he's this close.

instead of pulling off, you just keep moving, your hand still gently rubbing over your slit just because it feels good, feels nice, keeps your mind in it as well as your body, and steve comes into your mouth after another moment, his spunk flooding your mouth, dripping down your throat before you're really even ready for it. you swallow around the head, pulling off and letting your lower lip linger against the slit in the tip as the last bit of come drools out of him.

your lips meet his front, moving over his stomach again, the softness of your lips against the solid press of his abs, kisses ghosting over his skin. you glance up and meet his eyes, expecting him to look hazy, fucked out, but instead he's got his eyes wide open, staring down at you, and before he can say something either of you will regret, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

"drive me home?" you ask.

steve's tongue flits out over his lower lip, but he nods, tucks himself away, and then helps you climb into the front seat before following you up there himself.

"would you call me, maybe?" he asks, as you open the door when he brakes at the end of your driveway, shifting into park.

his number is in your yearbook, you know he wrote it there.

- you’re usually caught up in grading or room cleanup and have to stay past when Steve’s finished up with his admin work, so he swings by your classroom after he’s wrapped up. You’re usually sitting at a desk in the back grading projects or wiping paint off of the chairs and he dotes over the lesson plan, the artworks lining your shelves. Saying things like, “you taught em how to make this, baby? You’re such a great teacher.” And making your stomach flip with butterflies.

- Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin come stay at your house any time they’re free. Sometimes it’s just one person, other times all three of them stop by and it feels like old times again. You and steve pull the mattresses into the living room and all of you eat too much pizza and drink too much wine before falling asleep together, hearts full and minds a little fuzzy. you all wake up with raging hangovers the next day, of course, and make a groggy drive to the diner for the cure.

- once a year, Steve and Dustin disappear off to the woods somewhere for a weekend. you invite Nancy to come stay with you in the meantime, and the two of you spend your time reminiscing on the good old days, not quite believing where everyone ended up. She gives you a sneak peek into the articles she’s working on and you show her your most recent art project — half finished and no end date in sight, but it feels good to unveil it to your best friend. at the end of the weekend, you and Steve reunite and swap stories, highlighting how grateful you are to be able to take care of the people you love most.

- cooking dinner together on the weekends anytime the weather’s nice and eating it in the backyard, watching the sunset and talking about all of the things you want to do someday: going to see the Grand Canyon, saving up to buy a new Beamer, and taking the party on a road trip for Steve; visiting the east coast, finishing an art project, and getting a puppy for you. “Y’know,” Steve mumbles eventually, tracing patterns over the back of your hand as he eyes your ring finger, “there’s.. something else I wanna do, with you, someday. Or, more, ask you to do with me.” You smile and lean in and kiss him, sweet and slow, mumbling how you know your answer and are just waiting for the question, which makes his ears go pink as he leans in for another kiss.

- it’s late nights at the town drive-in, recreating your first date whenever it feels like time is passing too quickly. it’s swims at lover’s lake and dinner with the byers and driving aimlessly through the cornfields whenever the mood strikes you. It’s talking about marriage, about children, about picking up and starting a new life somewhere states away; hearts giddy at the thoughts of your life stretching into forever together. snuggled in bed, lights off, voices hushed as if the two of you are still nervous about jinxing it after all this time. It’s full of laughter and joy and hope, and everything you and Steve wanted it to be <3

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