𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓮

sabrina whined in response, nodding. “i know. i can tell,” she quipped, breathlessly, a smile gracing her flushed face. “eating me like you’ve been starved, angel.”

you smirked against her—typical. even with her legs wrapped around your head and her pussy in your face, she still had the nerve to tease you. 

you nipped at her puffy clit, gently, and pulled back, watching her mewl and buck her hips, chasing your mouth. her hazy eyes met your gaze, flickering between your irises in earnest.

“what?” she smiled, beaming with excitement and challenge.

“you know what,” you scoffed, licking your lips covered in her. your mouth found her inner thigh as you held eye contact with the smirking blonde, kissing over the small marks you’d left earlier that had stained her skin.

“oh, shut up. c’mon, finish the job,” sab whined, exasperated, watching you between her legs with a smirk still fixed to her face.

your eyes peered over her cunt, moving down from her face to her chest, observing the way it rose and fell with every breath. she smirked at the way your eyes lingered on her perked nipples.

she hummed, still watching you, and raised a hand, rolling her left nipple between her fingers. a small gasp escaped her, and an even bigger grin grew on her face. “c’mon… please?” she stuck out her bottom lip in a teasing pout. 

she was too pretty for her own good. and too damn good at getting what she wanted.

you huffed, conceding as you found her folds with your tongue again. “pain,” you murmured, latching your lips around her clit once more.

the cocky expression fell from brina’s face as a wanton moan ripped its way out of her throat. there she was.

you could feel her pussy clenching around nothing against your chin, begging for attention. it was so needy that it was almost sweet. your hand left her outer thigh and snuck under your chin, circling her opening—teasingly.

sabrina moaned. “oh, please.”

you circled her entrance once more before sliding in your middle and ring fingers, gently curling them up into her. she fluttered around them, squeezing in appreciation at the welcomed intrusion.

her moans got louder as you sucked on her pretty pink clit and rubbed at that sweet spot inside her. you could feel her slick drenching your hand and the lower half of your face. she tasted like nothing you’d ever known—she was intoxicating, and she had you completely hooked without even trying.

her free hand gripped at your hair, trying to pull you further into her pussy. you grinned almost triumphantly when she began bucking her hips up into your face. what a sweet little thing.

“oh, my– please! i can’t– i’m so close.”

her whines were so heavenly; you could feel that familiar warmth beginning to pool in your lower stomach at the angelic sounds leaving her mouth.

your lips stayed suctioned around her bud—your tongue lapping at it, devouring her taste, and swallowing down the pretty noises made just for you.

your head was getting fuzzy, despite that old tiktok trend that circled your brain as you mindlessly licked at her cunt. maybe it was stupid, but you began spelling out her name with your tongue, wanting to see if she’d cum to her own name. you were way too deeply infatuated with the whimpering blonde in front of you to even try to stop yourself.

s… a loud mewl.

a… another.

b… her hips bucked.

r… a curse.

i… and another buck.

n… a pretty moan.

a… a loud gasp and a tight clench around your fingers.

“so close,” she cried out, her voice winded and strained. her grip in your hair became tighter, bunching it up in her palm, and you moaned against her, keeping steady the pace of your tongue and fingers inside her, trying to help her find her bliss.

she found it quickly, releasing another loud cry of pleasure. her walls clamped around your fingers in a flurry of tight motions, and her hips jerked in desperation, fighting with the overwhelming force of her orgasm.

you watched her rosy face contort in ecstasy, her eyes flashing black momentarily as she rode her high, still twitching against your mouth and around your fingers.

she was so wet—soaking your hand with her sweet essence. she smelled delicious, and she tasted even better. you kept up your practiced licks over her bud, collecting her taste on your tongue. you could hear her moans slowly revert back into breathless pants, followed by her cunt gently unclenching from around your pruned fingers.

her eyes met yours, and she smiled, biting her bottom lip. “mmm, fuck… felt so good.”

you kissed her pebbled clit one last time before pulling your face back, returning her smile. “oh, yeah? you don’t say.”

sabrina laughed, the sound sweet and still a little winded. “oh, shut up. c’mere…”

she tilted her head—inviting, sweet, needy.

“coming…” you murmured, gently slipping your fingers out from inside her sensitive walls. she gasped softly, still watching you.

you crawled up her body, carefully resting yourself against her bare chest. you grinned down at her face below yours. her light eyes sparkled, glimmering with love and satisfaction. 

she met your lips with hers, smiling into the kiss before letting your tongues meet with fervour. sab moaned, greedily, at the taste of herself on your tongue, and her hands found your sides, pulling you down against her more.

the kiss was heated but quick. she pulled back, blinking away the haze in her eyes, and smirked, her rosy cheeks making her glittery eyes narrow teasingly. “did you spell my name down there, or was i imagining that?”

you laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up. caught. red-handed.

fig yaps: slayyy my first wlw fic !!!! was listening to slumber party by ashnikko and went hmmm !! lmk your thoughts <3

reblogs and feedback are appreciated !!

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dustin henderson was toying with your patience.

since returning from the wheelers this morning you’d had approximately 24 minutes of self loathing and contemplation before the curly haired teenager was pounding at your front door. loudly. with unwavering determination.

“finally! you - oh. you look like shit.” was his answer when you viciously swung the door open. 

the curls of your hair now hung loose down your back, due to neglect and the continuous action of running your fingers through it. you’d ripped off yesterdays outfit to replace it with the first slightly clean thing you could find, being a black mini skirt you’d recently purchased paired with a not-so-flattering navy knit jumper. any other day your legs would be shivering at the late winter breeze, if only your mind wasn’t so preoccupied with you and nancy’s fight last night.

“henderson you have 10 seconds before i slam this door in your face.”

that was until max’s red hair appeared behind dustin, stopping you from any further insult. if the rest of the party were comparable to annoying younger brothers, max was your most favourite younger sister.

“we might need your help.” she gently asks.

“might?”

a quick 10 minutes later, along with the frightening revelation of a dead high schoolers body being found, you’re pulling on your sneakers and cramming the kids bikes into the back of your car.

“i understand family video being, wait, what’d you call it?”

“base of operations.” dustin explained for possibly the hundredth time.

“like scoops last year.” added max.

“sure. yes. its just i’m not sure if steve and robin will wanna help. steve hates eddie’s guts and robin has a deep rooted pressure to succeed at her job. good luck commandeering their phones on the busiest day of the week.”

the kids share an unbothered look as the video store’s neon sign fades into view.

you’ve hardly let the bell on the door jingle before dustin has slung his backpack over the counter, following in suit, promptly knocking over an entire stack of new movies. 

“aw, come on man, not my tapes!” steve whines.

robin pulls you in for a quick hug. “why didn’t you answer your phone, huh? i thought it was your beautiful body they’d found dead.”

“who would’ve thought all it took was a deceased teen for you to push past your social awkwardness to finally hug me, buckley.”

“we will never speak of it again.”

as dustin and max fill in your friends on the whole chrissy-trailer-park-eddie-missing-possible-demogorgon situation, you plonk yourself on to the old spinny chair robin usually perches herself on when steve is attending to female customers. 

if she seems reluctant, robin hides it well, jumping into action sorting through dustin’s list of eddie’s friends with max’s help. 

“you’re wasting your time henderson, everyone already suspects eddie. why else would he flee?” 

“gotta agree with steve on this one,” robin pipes in, causing steve to flail his arms around thankful for someone finally agreeing with him, “munson is kind of a weirdo. maybe he popped one too many pills and chrissy was just in the wrong place at the wrong time? just because he isn’t a murderer doesn’t mean he isn’t guilty of something.”

dustin hangs up on whatever useless lead he was speaking with. “i know how it sounds but i am not crazy. eddie wouldn’t do this, and i will not give up proving his innocence to anyone who stands in my way.”

a wave of deja vu sweeps over you.

“nance come on. rabid rats? are we positive the old lady isn’t going mad?” you giggle, laying on her bed as she flips through a notebook recounting everything mrs. driscoll had told her.

“i know it sounds crazy, but she seemed truly concerned! i’m not giving up on this story, no matter how many people stand in my way.” the journalist pointed a threatening pencil awfully close to your face.

“i would never stand in your way. nor would your willpower let me effect you either.”

nancy dropped her small wooden weapon with a grateful smile. “thank you, at least someone believes me.”

“shit.” you mumble, already pushing off the stool toward the nearest phone.

“what is it?” steve questions.

you meet his eye as you dial the number with a practiced efficiency, clutching desperately at the handheld, but after a torturous few rings, no one answers. “nancy.”

–

fred wasn’t quite as helpful of an assistant as you used to be.

while he was hesitantly agreeing with everything she said, you would’ve been keeping her in check, ensuring she still had one hand on the wheel before driving head first into a rogue investigation.

nancy had interviewed everyone who had listened to her, including one very cute witness in the form of a scruffy little dog. yet she only knew the same as the cops.

it was wayne munson that finally gave her a glimpse of hope for a culprit behind the murder, an old hawkins ghost story named victor creel. with her investigative spirits not effected, nancy made her way through the now dark trailer park.

“fred? come on we gotta get out of here.”

only the wind answers with a low shrill.

“officer? officer! my friend i was with earlier, i- i can’t find him. did you see him leave with someone? or maybe - ”

“damn it, i told you kids to get out of here,” the angry officer warned, “back up required, we may have a situation developing down here.”

nancy stood frozen in place as sirens and police car tires screeched around her, wishing nothing more than to have your presence beside her right now.

–

the next day, after successfully finding eddie but unsuccessfully contacting nancy, you were back in reefer rick’s boatshed delivering beer and supplies for the sitting duck.

it had been a stressful 18 hours. you’d hardly slept or eaten, but were thankful for the quick shower at steve’s place while him and robin changed out of their work uniform. you, unfortunately, remained clad in your short skirt.

“usually we rely on this girl with superpowers, but they went bye-bye, so…” steve struggles for a reassuring answer for eddie, who is anxiously nursing a beer at 10 in the morning.

“so we’re technically in more of the …” robin joins the hunt for an answer.

“brainstorming phase.” max finishes her sentence.

dustin finally pipes up, “yeah, nothing to worry about!” 

steve shrugs casually with a “pfft” while you move toward eddie.

“look i know we’re laying low, but we need all the help we can get. has anyone heard from lucas? or reached the byers in california?” everyone shakes their head at you. “not even a word from…” thankfully your sentence is interrupted by the sound of sirens.

“shit.”

“tarp.”

eddie ducks beneath the sheet of plastic, as the rest of you rush to the small windows to watch the cop cars speed by, followed closely by an ambulance.

“stay here, eddie.” you instruct him firmly, rushing out the shed towards steve’s car. no one offers to stay behind, all following you into the beamer.

a few short miles down the road, steve pulls to a halt, police barriers blocking traffic. one by one everyone steps out of the car, taking in the scene before you.

three police cars, one ambulance, crime scene photographers, a white sheet over a body, and in the middle of the mess is the chief of police interrogating a very tired looking nancy wheeler. arms crossed defensively over her chest, a pointed shoe nervously tapping on the asphalt.  

she spots the familiar faces immediately, offering you all a small wave as relief washes over her. 

against better odds, ignoring your fight from the other day, and the crime scene tape specifying you to not cross, you move. it takes you all but five paces to appear by nancy’s side, and truthfully, she’s never looked more happy to see you.

“officer, is she in any trouble?”

the chief turns to his deputy who is equally as confused, then turns back to you. 

“no, but miss wheeler here has - ”

“been nothing but helpful, i’m quite sure of it. so if you don’t mind we’re gonna leave you to your investigation.”

adrenaline fuels your veins, allowing you to swiftly slip a hand around nancy’s rigid frame and guide her away from the chaos to the safety of your friends.

“shit, nancy, what’d we miss?” begins steve.

“please don’t tell me that’s another body?” dustin looks over the barrier to where a stretcher is being lifted into the ambulance.

nancy is far too focussed on your hand sitting on her waist to offer them a response. you notice her tear-ridden eyes on you, quickly removing your arm from around her and whisper a short “sorry.” your eyes dart away from her, missing the way she aches from the lack of contact.

“lets just get out of here and i’ll explain everything,” nancy says, regaining her slightly trembling voice, “my car is just down the street, i’ll follow you back to the trailer park.”

before anyone can protest she’s turning on her heels.

eager to not let her disappear again, you snap into action. “you heard her, lets go!”

–

now you’re sitting at a picnic table, between dustin and steve, opposite nancy and the other girls. 

“our working theory is that he attacks with some kind of spell. or curse. now whether he’s doing the bidding of the mind flayer or …”

“just loves killing teens,” you contribute to dustin’s theory “we don’t know.”

“all we know is that this is something different.” max’s tone is filled with uncertainty, as if holding something back.

after catching up with the groups side of the story, nancy finally speaks with a new found confidence in her voice “it doesn’t make sense.”

“its only a theory.” you defend yourselves, any sympathy you had toward her was shrinking by the minute.

“no,” nancy bites back defensively, shooting you a look across the splintered table, “fred and chrissy don’t make sense. i mean, why them?”

robin’s eyes move between the standoff unfolding before her as dustin and max continue developing ideas, oblivious.

“maybe they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time? they were both at the game.”

“and the trailer park.”

“uh we’re at the trailer park,” steve reminds the group, head twisting as if a monster was suddenly lurking behind him. “should we maybe not be here?”

“there is something about this place,” admits nancy, “fred started acting weird the second we got here.”

“acting weird as in…?” you raise you eyebrows at her. 

“scared. on edge. upset.” she recounts like reading from a notepad.

after some further recounting of chrissy and fred’s final hours, everyone moves back to the parked cars to investigate more with the school counsellor.

acting not at all subtly, nancy strays from the group back to her own car.

“whoa, whoah, nance. nance!” steve is quick to move like a knight in shining armour. “where ya going?”

“oh, there’s just something i wanna check on first.”

you scoff. “something you maybe wanna share with the rest of us?” she’d always been so determined to be independent, solve things on her own. it was only when she got desperate, or when jonathon had given up on her, that she’d come crawling to you, often a moment too late.

“i don’t wanna waste your time,” she speaks directly to you, “it’s a real shot in the dark.”

oh.

whether she meant a shot in the dark like a dodgy lead, or like mistakenly kissing your best friend, you didn’t care. still, no chance she was going alone. you hoped your desperation appeared like a strategic plan.

“you’re out of your mind, no way you’re going after a lead alone right now.”

“she’s right,” steve says, though he seems more interested with your tone than nancy’s rogue investigation, “someone should go with you.”

“go on then, hero complex,” you grin at him with an outreached hand waiting for his car keys, “you stick with nance and we’ll go check out the shrink.”

he hesitates, concerned you’ll make more careless moves to ruin his leather seats. steve opts to throwing the keys instead to robin. 

“i don’t think you want me driving your car.”

“why?”

“i don’t have a license.”

“why don’t you have a license?!”

“i’m.. poor.”

“why else would you have been driving her around all year, harrington?” you chuckle.

max sees an opportunity and rolls with it. “i can drive.”

“no, NO, never again, please, anyone but you.”

dustin flashes his friend a suggestive grin, to which steve immediately responds, “not a chance.”

you grow tired of the back and forth. “come on, this is stupid guys.”

“agreed.” robins says, grabbing dustin’s walkie from his backpack, then your arm, walking towards nancy before you have a chance to protest. “us ladies will stick together, unless you think we need you to protect us?” she throws steve a wink along with his keys.

“what the hell, robin?” you mutter in her ear while she continues to grip your arm tightly.

“steve loves babysitting, besides, no way i could leave you alone with her right now. i must bear witness to whatever could take place today incase your mind goes foggy and leaves out key details to my greatest source of entertainment right now.”

nancy watches you two displeasingly, huddled together and whispering.

“alright lets move, i wanna get to the library before it shuts.”

“library?” you question, reluctant to go back there and dig up more unwanted deja vu.

robin uses your confusion to her advantage, slipping into the back seat for once, leaving you no choice but to ride shotgun. you flip her off before sliding into the car beside nance as the car hums to life. fleetwood mac blares out of the speakers, which nancy is quick to turn off.

you smirk knowingly. “is that my mix tape?”

“no!” she’s quick to come up with a lie, acting though she hadn’t been listening to the songs you once curated for her on repeat. “just something mike was listening to…”

as if mike wheeler appreciated the sweet tune of silver springs.

nonetheless you just nod in acceptance, meanwhile robin had to slap a hand over her mouth to not burst out laughing.

the drive to the library felt like eternity.

–

“but victor committed the eyeball murders like wayyyy back in the 50s, right?”

robin is word vomiting. something she tends to do in an awkward situation, or whilst processing high volumes of information. lucky for you and nancy’s reducing patience, this situation is both awkward and containing a whole lot of facts.

“fifty-nine.” you correct, as if it really makes a difference.

the girls in front of you push the library doors open, and the smell of old books calms your pre-world ending nerves, replacing them with unwanted feelings attached to the nostalgia of this place.

“soooo that means these murders predate eleven and the upside down by like 30 years?”

“yeah.” nancy answers with a tone that says no shit, dinging the bell of the receptionists desk.

“which makes spooky victor creel like seventy years old.”

the bell dings again. “yep.”

“robin for the love of god please stop talking.” you utter.

“sorry, its just, he’s a grandpa murderer… who can turn invisible… and lift people into the air?”

“it doesn’t make sense, i know. thats why i said it was a shot in the dark.” 

another ding.

“i know i just thought by ‘shot in the dark’ you were being modest or hiding something super solid up your sleeve you were going to wow us with later,” robin does jazz hands as if her commentary isn’t enough, “but this is like really truly a shot in the dark.” 

another ding, yet robin keeps talking, and nancy is growing more restless by the second.

“robin, sweetie, i think you’ve made your point.” you address her like a parent congratulating their small child on a mediocre achievement, yet nancy’s expression switches from annoyance to straight up anger at the petname.

ding ding ding ding ding ding ding.

“coming!” a librarian finally appears from behind a stack of books.

“hi sorry we’re in a bit of a rush, could we get the keys to the basement archives?”

“please,” you add, with your sweetest smile.

“of course, give me one sec!”

the moment the kind lady turns her back from you all, robin jumps straight into another word vomit.

“did i come off mean or condescending or something?”

“or something.” you answer, stepping between the two girls and giving robin a gentle shove backwards. she takes the hint, then promptly chooses to ignore it.

“she seems annoyed…” robin says through gritted teeth at you, craning her neck to see nancy again, “you don’t know me very well! i don’t really have a filter, or … strong grasp of social cues…”

“alllll right ladies, here we go!” the librarian reappears conveniently, outstretching the small keychain to you, “have fun!”

nancy politely accepts them. “we’ll try.”

the basement is dimly lit, green lamps lining the walls and many desks spotted about the room. determined to eliminate this lead as soon as possible, nancy immediately starts filing through old newspaper cutouts from the time of the creel murder. robin hesitantly does the same, while you make yourself comfortable as far away from the newly growing tension between them both.

similar to the hawkins high printing room, you despise the eery quiet that fills the space. what better way to break the silence by bothering nancy whilst seeming like you’re helping the case.

“anything juicy?”

she doesn’t even bother turning to you as she says “nothing new.”

the audacity in her tone is astounding. only a few hours earlier you were rescuing her from the chief of police, to which she nearly cried at the touch of your hand on her waist. god forbid nancy wheeler reveal her vulnerability once in a while.

“same here. not that you asked me.” robin states, then deciding to read her clipping aloud.

“any mentions of alternate dimensions? monsters? levitating teenagers?” you prod.

“i don’t know! probably not. this is starting to seem like a big waste of time, so why don’t you just call steve? i’m sure he can come rescue you both.” she stands from her seat, gesturing to the tall shelves and minimal threats around, “its not like im really in any danger here.” her heels clack loudly through the room, then fade as she turns a corner to the old filing cabinets.

robin jabs at you from a distance, sending you a look that says go after her.  your jaw drops, i didn’t do anything wrong, you go after her!

you quickly regret your silent statement, standing to rush after your friend as she jogs after nance, but you quickly retreat behind the staircase separating each half of the room. 

their conversation is muffled at first. thankfully robin has a hard time controlling the volume of her voice.

“i know my friends are sort of your exes - ex friends! not exes … i mean, um, they overlap…”

you don’t have to see nancy to know there’s metaphorical smoke blowing from her ears.

“like i … platonic … jonathon … power couple!”

dear god.

from the few words you can make out, the conversation is flowing down a dangerous path. they must be walking further away, you can barely catch a few words now. your curiosity gets the better of you, rounding the corner to see them with their backs to you, but now you getting a better ear at their exchange.

“i’m not interested in them… either of them! not that you are or ever were or… maybe?”

nancy freezes at robins implications.

they work in silence for awhile, allowing you a moment to slump against the closest wall in frustration.

eventually robin can’t hold back from furthering the conversation, although this time it seems to be helpful to the case.

both girls hurriedly rush past you, and you catch nancy’s eye as she gives you a hard to read expression. guilt? fear? love? who knows!

finally they’d found a more promising piece of evidence, victor creel claiming it was a demon who murdered his family. 

“this is great, exorcist wasn’t even out yet so either they had some super creative journalists or …”

“there really was a demon in the creel house.” you finish robin’s sentence, lighting up her face.

too excited to speak, robin grabs the walkie from her jacket pocket and starts sprinting up the stairs.

“um, hello???” you call out.

“gonna go upstairs to see if i can get a signal to steve!” she yells back, “those psychos wrote some good stuff, you should make a copy!” then disappears from sight, leaving you and nancy alone in a dark, confined space.

a loud sigh elicits from nancy beside you, automatically triggering your eyes to roll.

“wanna be any louder? i can’t quite make out your disappointment."

her notebook thumps loudly - answering your rhetorical question - in front of you both as she tosses it next to the newspapers to start vigorously taking notes. 

you huff a sarcastic laugh, watching the way she continues writing. unphased. “smart. just ignore me, that’ll help.”

the rapid scribbling halts as she takes in your words, still not uttering any of her own.

not sure if you’d rather be listening to robin converse with steve over radio, likely making fun of you, or succumbing to researching and acting normal taking notes with the moody journalist, you opt to pace around your limited space. 

a habit nancy would always berate you for. 

silence is replaced with the tapping of her pencil. a habit that always managed to piss you off just enough.

“can you not?”

“can you stop?”

“sorry my walking bothers you.” you scoff lowly.

“sorry my presence angers you.” her tone matches your own.

that stops you in your tracks. 

“i’m not … angry.”

she doesn’t believe you in the slightest. “you seemed pretty angry the other night.”

“not at your presence, nance.” you admit quietly, thinking over what to tell her, “more the lack thereof.”

“wh…” its rare to see her at such a loss for words. for her weapon to be stripped from her. “what?” 

“hmphh. see this is hard because i said i wouldn’t mention this again.”

“you promised, actually.”

the irony. “so did you.”

something in nancy snaps, all the words rushing out of her as she stands up just to manage them.

“is that what you’re so angry at? at - at jonathon? he’s - ”

“you think i’m angry at your loser boyfriend? no, nancy. if anything i’m actually impressed he’s managed to keep you all to himself despite being a thousand miles away right now. robin’s right, you guys are such a power couple.” the sarcasm is literally dripping from your sentences.

“oh right, robin! she just knows everything, doesn’t she? you know i’m impressed you’ve managed to find someone like her, someone who… who -”

“who cares? or who stayed?”

“you don’t think i tried? you don’t think i wanted anything more then to stay?”

good thing you’re yelling from so far underground, otherwise the whole library would be getting quite the performance right about now.

“yes, nancy! i think you did want to stay, and the fact that you wanted that - wanted me!” you take a deep breath, “that is what scared you into running. and maybe i’m angry at myself for not chasing you, sure, but really i’m angry that when i experienced my greatest heartbreak over just a few hours with you, i didn’t even have my best friend there to help me through it.”

“bullshit!”

“bullshit? enlighten me.”

the yelling supersedes, taken over by nancy’s shallow breaths, rigid posture loosening like a small surrender.

“itsjustbullshit.” she mumbles all at once, barely coherent.

you take a step closer to her, acting like you can’t hear. “don’t act shy when you were yelling at me a few seconds ago - ”

“- bullshit. you weren’t heartbroken.”

“do you remember a word i said? the whole ‘this is anything but casual for me.’ you remember that?”

when she nods, it provokes a tear to push past her waterline down her cheek. nancy had always been an angry crier.

you’ve seen her cry more times than you can count. for once, you let yourself get teary eyed too. clearly nancy is feeling brave, this time stepping close enough to brush her thumb across your cheekbone to stop the tears from tainting any further.

“of course i remember.”

“yeah, well,” you draw in a breath, attempting regaining your composure with her face so close to yours, “you sure didn’t act like it.”

“you saw me run, you didn’t see me hide.”

“hide from me? impossible.”

she chuckles softly, breath hitting your face as she does. 

something shifts in the air.

“i hid from you to hide how much i wanted you.” a sweet admission, nancy feels lighter already.

“bullshit.” you whisper mockingly, but fail to hide how your tear-stained cheeks turn pink at her words.

anger turned to tears, then tears turned to teasing.

“oh, you don’t believe me?”

such a tease. “mm-mh.” you hum, shaking your head innocently whilst staring at her lips.

nancy takes your bait so willingly, like you hoped she would.

last time you’d kissed her, she’d been like putty in your hands, melting into every touch. this time she kisses you with so much need you get dizzy at the thought. 

her fingers shift through your hair with a worrying grip, guiding your face against hers. you cling to her neck, feeling her heart rate increase rapidly by the second. 

it had never occurred to you how a mere inch of a height difference could effect a dynamic so much. in the past, neither one of you ever towered over the other. but in this moment, standing face to face, or more accurately, lips to lips, when she pulled away you felt yourself looking up at her through furrowed eyebrows while she stared down at you, holding all the power. 

before you could move toward her, or even manage any words, nancy was walking you back into the nearest desk, easily encouraging you to perch yourself on the surface. 

now hovering over your sitting figure, she rests her forehead on yours, letting herself take you in. her hands trace down your sides, memorising the feeling, not rushing anything, leaving no room for regrets. you shiver when her hands skim your waist, then properly whine as they brush over your ridiculously short skirt to run smooth lines up and down your thighs.

“nance…”

“fuck … i love when you call me that.”

she drops her head to close the small gap, meeting your lips in another bruising kiss. her tongue is granted much needed entrance into your mouth, moving soft and warm against your own. you groan into the kiss, gripping onto her neck once more, keeping her attached to you. not that she needs much convincing.

nancy’s hands continue exploring you, moving back up your waist, causing you whine again in to her mouth, then slipping under your thick sweater. either her hands are unnaturally hot, or her touch is kindly setting your skin on fire.

“can i?” she asks, cautiously. your eyes open to find hers looking desperate for permission. how could you ever deny her such a thing.

“yeah, yes … yes … please.” is the most coherent sentence you can string together, only slightly panting.

you feel her covering your bra with her hands, thumbs moving to trace lines back and forth over the soft lace. she then lowers them, teasing your nipple ever so slightly through the thin fabric.

“oh - nance.” a small moan, head lolling back in pleasure.

this apparently appears as an invitation to kiss down your neck. wet, open mouthed kisses, soon joined by her teeth nipping at your skin. you moan louder this time, and swear you can feel her lips smirk against your collarbone. the feeling of her almost everywhere on you, hands splayed and mouth exploring is all too overwhelming your body trembles at her touch. 

from her position in front of you, it’s almost too easy for her to slip one of her thighs between your own, applying just enough pressure up against your panties. your primal instinct is to roll your hips against her leg once. twice. then a third time, falling into a perfect rhythm as the continues her lips on your skin encouragingly. 

this might just be heaven.

nancy whispers your name into the crook of your neck, causing you to look up and grip her face to meet yours. she looks far too pleased with the reaction she’s getting from you, still fully clothed while chaos is unfolding past the walls of this basement.

smugly, nancy says “if i knew this is how we’d end up i would’ve yelled at you months ago.”

too lazy and drunk on the feeling of her to fight back or tease further, you hover your lips over hers in an almost kiss, then move back far enough to watch her chase the touch.

amused, nancy’s hands slip from your breasts down to your waist, drawing you back into her chest. your hips never stop moving, slowly rocking back and forth in delicious synchrony with her thigh. 

“if you’d yelled at me months ago,” you pause, breath shuddering when you feel her on your clit, “i might’ve slapped you instead of kissing you.”

her face twists enough for you to notice, “you wouldn’t.”

“hm, guess we’ll never know.”

you’re in the middle of helping nance shift your sweater over your head when a loud set of footsteps echo down the stairs. immediately you pull the piece of clothing back on, then hop off the table sending nancy back to her notebook acting totally casual.

its takes robin all but two seconds to notice she situation she rudely interrupted. she assesses the room like a cop inspects a crime scene. eyebrow raised at your tousled hair and the hickeys slowly forming on your neck. you thought nancy might appear fearful of being walked in on, but she looks rather proud of her work. 

“not sure what this is,” robin moves an interrogating finger between your heavy breathing self and nancy’s swollen lips, “but steve and the kids are waiting for us at the school. while you two were taking so long down here … researching … they managed to find another lead. chop chop lets go!”

she doesn’t stick around to hear any excuses from you both, rather scooping up the papers and racing back up the stairs.

you cover your mouth to hide the smile tugging at your lips. nancy immediately steps back in front of you, moving one hand up your face to nestle in your hair. your loose blowout was beyond saving at this point. 

“i’m sure they’d be fine without us for a little bit?” you suggest, almost entirely kidding.

she hums in agreement, eyes still admiring the state she’s left you in. “when all of this is over we need to pick up right where we left off.”

her neediness makes you giggle, though it almost comes out as another whine. “this isn’t how you pictured it?”

“oh totally. us. the library. you in a mini skirt, rolling your eyes and being very distracting while i’m doing some research.” she gives you a quick but sweet kiss. “this is exactly how i pictured us, pretty girl.”

it takes all of your strength to not return to your position on her thigh, instead taking her hand and dragging you both upstairs to meet robin in the car.

“so … what did we learn?” robin asks from the backseat as nancy starts the car.

you shoot her a pointed look in the rearview mirror, to which she throws her hands up in apology.

nancy just smiles the whole drive, struggling to keep her eyes on the road and not the girl in her passenger seat.

–

over the next few days of sneaking into a psych ward, an unexpected lake trip, and an even more unexpected earthquake, you and nancy hardly have a moment alone. nonetheless, you protect each other with your lives, and your friends make points to jab at your newly fixed relationship, because lets be honest, everyone figures the heart eyes and small touches are more than just friendly exchanges. you practically drooled at the sight of her wielding a gun again, and she was way too into shooting anything that came too close to you.

its not until the smoke clears that you find yourself back on the wheeler’s couch. steve, robin, and dustin join you in sorting through boxes of donations, but you’re ignoring the piles of clothes, instead watching nancy through the window as she packs up her car for the shelter.

“honey, you know i’m happy for you but the staring has got to stop.” steve annoyingly pulls you from your trance. you throw a stuffed bear at his head in response.

“staring, what staring? i’d hardly noticed.” dustins acts adorably in your defense.

“thanks, henderson.”

“the staring had been an issue all year, actually, you two dinguses were just lucky enough to miss it.” robin teases.

“you know i think i’ll help nancy pack the car, she’s not as mean as you guys.” you huff,  grabbing the closest box and storming out the door, ignoring their sniggering laughs behind you.

nancy’s face lights up at the sight of you.

“finally gonna do some heavy lifting and help me here?” she taunts, hands brushing yours as she accepts the box you’re carrying.

“nope, was just gonna sit here and look pretty.” you quip, leaning against the open trunk.

“hmm, should’ve known. it is what you’re best at.”

the rest of the gang followed you outside with the rest of the boxes, now having to pack them around you as you refuse to move off of the car. hawkins may be somewhat on fire right now, but having you all together, laughing just enough, makes you feel a little bit better. you miss max’s laughter the most, but are certain she’ll wake soon enough.

karen brings out one last box of toys, to which you and nance both mourn the loss of her childhood teddy. she sits besides you, resting her cheek on your shoulder.

“you ok?” 

“just making sure you’re still here.” she sighs quietly into you.

it melts your heart. you lean into her touch, a silent reciprocation of her feelings.

“did someone order a pizza?” karen interrupts the moment, everyone standing as a bright yellow van pulls into the driveway.

out of the sliding door climbs will, mike, and el, for once looking out of place in the wheelers driveway. karen races up to her son, dustin quick behind her to greet his friends. then jonathon appears, his gaze already searching through the crowd for nancy. you feel her breath hitch against you, her fingers gripping your arm.

you bite back a sob, fearing everything you’ve built back with the girl next to you is about to crumble away.

“i think he’s looking for you.” it comes out as a small whisper, but you feel nancy nod.

“i’m just gonna …” she sits up, squeezing your hand reassuringly, “don’t move. i’ll be right back.”

as much as you despise the oldest byers son, you never wanted him dead. its good to see the whole california group back home in indiana.

steve and robin slide in to the trunk beside you, all three of you watching the reunion unfold.

“you ok, honey?”

“i - i can’t lose her again,” your voice shakes, eyes blinking back tears, “as if i forgot they’re literally still dating. of course she loves him and -”

“pause the sob story,” robin nudges an elbow into you, “she’s coming back.”

sure enough nancy has turned her back to jonathon, who is now retreating to a long-haired guy you don’t recognise. she gives mike a small side hug, then makes a beeline back to you at the car. nancy stands in front of you, then raises her eyebrows at the other two.

“come on, nosey, lets give the lovebirds some privacy,” steve moves to pull robin away from you.

“i am just as invested in this as they are, dingus, you can’t stop me.” she tries to protest, but he does. easily. 

you slowly stand up, tilting your head at nancy. “seems like a short reunion considering you two hadn’t seen each other in months.”

“please,” she begs, “quit using that tone with me.”

your head drops in embarrassment. you’d expected a heartbreak and put up your walls too soon, but nancy understood. her hands returned to their place in yours, thumbs rubbing gentle circles across your knuckles.

“we’re gonna drive mike, will, and el to go see max. then …  jonathon and i are going to have a long overdue talk.” she explains, and its like your heart starts beating again. 

“r-really? you should know by now i’d wait for you nance, given everything going on i didn’t expect you to dump him right on the spot.”

she smiles at how nervous you suddenly are. “there’s never a good time to break up with somebody, but i don’t wanna spend another second pretending. i owe you, and him, that much.”

“as far as apologies go, thats a pretty good one.”

nancy quickly looks back at her family, all far too preoccupied with catching up, none focussing on you. she seizes that opportunity to plant a tender kiss on your lips. it catches you off guard, taking your breath away. as much as you’d rather nothing than to deepen the kiss you pull away, eyes darting around.

“nance are you crazy.”

“definitely.” she nods. “just had to stop you spiralling again.” her hands squeeze yours once more, a friendly gesture to the untrained eyes around you.

“i meant what i said last year, it was hard to admit i’d rather be with you rather than him, but distance can be quite revealing."

“yeah, california may as well have been antarctica.”

her eyebrows contort in an amused expression. “not california, idiot. the unbearable distance between you and i.” she laughs at your shocked face. “don’t wanna waste another second.”

before lets go of your hands, nancy sneaks in one more kiss. 

“oh, and that apology?” she yells over her shoulder, giving you a very suggestive look up and down “i’m not done yet.”

you give her a small wave, then bite your lip watching her walk away.

ever the appropriate friend, robin appears at your side the moment nancy is out of ear shot.

“what did i do to deserve having to bear witness to you two kiss - in broad daylight! my life is so unfair!” she whines.

you give her shoulder a small smack but can’t stop yourself from smiling, mind already reeling at the ways nancy is going to make things up to you later.

for once, you look forward to receiving her phonecall.

---

you hated steve’s car.

he drove too fast, yet somehow was always running late, all whilst complaining about the beautiful women he was sleeping with, as you and robin listened to his voice like a tiny violin in the weight of the world.

in addition, you could never shake the image of him and nancy together in the back seat you always had to reside in whenever he picked you up, as robin was closer to his house and she despised not sitting shotgun.

“do i wanna start another relationship that has no point other than sex? i don’t know, does that make sense to you? either of you? is anyone listening?”

“uh, yes.” robin lies, at the same time you state point blank, “nope.”

they bicker for a moment in the front seat, rambling on about heidi or linda or whoever had scored a date with steve the hair harrington this week.

“cut us some slack, please! your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity and it is seven in the morning and we have to go to this stupid pep rally and i woke up looking like a total corpse!” the short haired girl blurts in one swift but accurate sentence.

“i should’ve driven myself today.” you mutter, being ignored.

“you expect me to believe you’re worried about a basketball pep rally, no, this is about vickie!” steve trumps.

“absolutely not.” 

“absolutely yes.” you interject.

“nuh uh, you don’t get to get up on my high horse of romantic advice, honey,” steve shouts into the backseat as if you can’t hear him. his pet name for you only pisses you off more. “you’ve been down in the dumps for months about nance, and you - ” he turns back to robin beside him, “ - need to stop pretending to be someone you’re not around vickie!”

“stop quoting me to me, dingus.”

“you both need to have some faith in yourselves, c’mon! if these girls are the loves of your lives then how about we start believing your feelings aren’t just one way, huh?”

“harrington you can take the bruised ego of going after the wrong girl, it’s not exactly the same for us now, is it?” you sneer at him.

“nuh uh,” steve sasses once again, “vickie returned fast times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds. nancy jumped your bones the second you let her. do you know what kind of people act like this?”

both of you remain silent out of fear of his answer.

“people who like boobies!”

“ew gross!” robin spews, “don’t say boobies.”

“ever the gentlemen, harrington.” you add.

“it’s not a big deal, okay? i like boobies, you two like boobies, vickie and nance like boobies! definitely.”

he sounds so optimistic it almost gives you hope.

in one last attempt to drown him out, you lean over the centre console to turn up the radio a moment too late, as steve pulls into the school carpark.

“easy on the leather, jeez.”

robin scrambles out of the car to catch up with her bandmates before steve can even put it into park. the hawkins spirit swallows the exterior of campus, green and orange flooding the courtyard. much like robin, you feel you also woke up not looking your best. you ignore steve’s whines as you clamber beside him into the passenger seat, examining your hair in the rearview mirror.

“i can’t sit here idling forever, y’know?”

“hmmph.”

a few spaces up from steve’s beamer, you spot another familiar car. nancy steps out, wearing the emerson shirt you two found together at starcourt over the summer. you were thrilled for her, early acceptance and all, you just wished she wouldn’t be attending college interstate… with jonathon.

your breath hitches as she passes by, already clutching her notebook, rushing in to the gymnasium. in fear of her getting the wrong idea seeing you and steve side-by-side, alone, almost as if he was off dropping last nights entanglement, you reach beneath you to propel the seat back, hiding from her line of sight. 

“what was that for - oh,” steve spots nancy, offering her a smile as she passes by, “yeah real subtle, honey.”

“shut up. is she gone?”

“long gone, and i’m late for work, so either get out or put your seatbelt on.”

you sit up for a moment, staring longingly out the window toward where nancy is gathered with some other writers. something about today hurt a little extra.

“wanna skip first period?”

maybe it’s your friends kindness that tugs at your heartstrings, or the embarrassment of not being able to even walk past the girl who broke your heart, but you have to choke back a sob.

“mmhm,” is all you can sniffle in response, “thanks steve.”

“don’t thank me yet, you’ll be rewinding tapes with me all morning.”

—

a few hours later, you’d skipped all but last period, driving yourself back to school just in time to buttheads with dustin and mike in the hallway.  

“you couldn’t convince harrington on the phone, kiddos, not all the begging in the world could get me to hang out with you and your nerd friends tonight.”

“ugh, you and my sister used to be fun.” mike groans as dustin hums in agreement.

“lucky for you, holly and i are on the way to being best of friends, apparently we’re having a tea party tonight.”

“oh you’re babysitting tonight? great! you can drive me home! nancy refuses to for some reason.” 

“maybe because you’re an asshole? what am i meant to do while i wait?”

“just hang in the library or something!” dustin yells back at you, the pair of boys already moving down the hallway to find new candidates for hellfire.

“ugh, damn you wheelers.”

already in a bad mood now, and unable to ruin mike’s day, you decide to mosey down to the school newspapers office to piss off the next best thing, his older sister. you shake out your hair a little and run a hand down your fitted tee in an attempt to look like you’re doing just fine as you decide against knocking to just walk right on in like you own the place.

“hey.”

goosebumps creep up your neck at the eery quiet of the printing room. usually when you stop by, which is as little as possible, its bustling with writers and editors scurrying about, the sound of pens on notedpads and guillotines slicing though paper, all led by nancy who controls her team with the utmost willpower and passion.

the same nancy wheeler who was currently looking up at you like she’d seen a ghost.

more accurately, like she had been haunted, and was finally coming face to face with the ghost who’d been plaguing her for months.

“you’re… um.. hi.”

a redhead boy with glasses far too big for his head snickers beside her, earning him an elbow to the side. it draws his attention back to whatever article the pair are working on, instead of this tension between you two.

“sorry am i interrupting… something?” you asked, moving down the steps toward their workbench.

“nothing at all.” glasses boy says sheepishly, strategically keeping his head down to avoid nancy’s cold glare.

“great, well i just heard mike moaning over the hellfire and basketball game clash, so if you’re gonna be busy reporting at the game i’m happy to give him a ride home when their campaign is done.”

“oh, that’d be really helpful but i can’t expect you to do that for me.” nancy fusses.

“not for you,” you blurted out, “i’m already staying at your place later to watch holly for your parents tonight and then in the morning when they take mike to the airport, so i figured it really isn’t any trouble.”

nancy had tried to fizzle you out of her life this semester, a decision you totally understood, but karen couldn’t quite comprehend. in retaliation of loosing the one good influence friend her children had, she’d been having you babysit the youngest wheeler.

you’d been reluctant at first but found it hard to say no to karen’s kind heart - and her cash. plus, if nancy was going to shun you out of her life, best believe you’d make sure she could never escape the memory of you.

“right, then i guess i’ll see you when i get home.”

“i’ll stay out of your way.” you bit back at her.

it wasn’t until after you’d calmly stormed out that nancy muttered,  “you don’t have to.”

she knew she’d hurt you. you’d been so intimate in ways she’d never imagined yet now couldn’t get out of her head. despite nancy being so sure of most things in her life, she just wasn’t quite sure how to end a relationship with a boy to start one with a girl. it was even harder when that girl was - or used to be - her best friend.

“forget about why jonathon’s not here, i wanna know the secret you’ve got with her.”

“not now, fred.”

–

mike was in a surprisingly good mood as you drove him home. they beat eddie’s monster despite having to replace lucas with erica, and in a few mere hours he was hopping on a flight to see his girlfriend for the first time in months. claiming he had yet to pack, having been too focussed on hellfire, mike dashed upstairs when you arrived at the wheeler’s residence.

“thanks again for watching holly, she’s already sound asleep i just didn’t want her alone with the kids out,” karen explained as she ushered ted out the house, “we won’t be home too late considering the 6am flight, help yourself to anything in the fridge, i’ve got the spare bedroom set up for you so make yourself comfortable, we’ll see you in the morning!”

“have a fun night mrs. wheeler!”

this babysitting gig was a walk in the park. you checked in on holly, who was snoring like a little angel clutching her doll, then gently shut the door trying not to wake her.

on your way back downstairs you pass nancy’s room, the door wide open. you hadn’t been inside, properly, in at least 6 months. you could see her tom cruise poster still hung beside her bed, along with her old teddies and music box. then you noticed something familiar. you stepped forward, not entering the space, just lingering as you clutched the doorframe. sitting on nancy’s bedside table was a framed photo of you both. it was from the snowball a few years prior, both of you had chaperoned for the middle school dance. all dressed up, neatly done hair and way too much make up,  you posed in front of the cliche backdrop jonathon had set up for the kids.

you told yourself it meant nothing that she still had it out, right beside her bed of all places. it was jonathon who took the photo, afterall. but in the image you stared straight into the lense of the camera, smiling wide, while nancy was giggling, chin tilted and gaze set on you.

“what’re you doing?”

for a second you thought you’d been caught staring, thank fuck it was just mike.

“nothing you creep, shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

mike shrugged, pushing past you to the bathroom, “if you don’t tell my parents i was up so late i won’t tell nancy you were staring longingly in to her room like a stalker.”

“she’s the one who still has my picture out, i’m hardly a stalker.”

“yet neither of you will explain why you suddenly hate each other. maybe you’re both stalkers.”

to avoid holly over hearing any crude language you flip him off then trod back downstairs to the living room.

its not til you’re 4 chapters in to the bell jar that you hear nancy’s keys jingle in the front door. she looks flummoxed as she pushes through the entry way, audibly sighing as the door shuts behind her.

“fun night?”

her head spins in your direction, clearly not expecting you to casually be lounging in her living room.

“uh yeah, lucas scored the winning basket, victory for hawkins...” she recounts, sounding not at all spirited.

you simply hum in agreement, abandoning sylvia plath to leave nancy alone while you head to the kitchen. like a scared puppy she follows you, keeping her distance at the kitchen island while you fill a glass of water at the sink.

“you like sylvia plath?” 

an innocent enough question. “she was a great writer.”

“so are you.”

silence. 

here you are, standing in her kitchen, as she stares at you with longing and admiration, trying to be civil, breaking your heart more then you’ll ever know. you could thank her, or compliment her back, but all you manager to let out in a short angry whisper is: “piss off, nancy.”

she hardly even flinches, expecting a fight.

“hey i’m just trying to be nice! ok? you’re the one who - ”

“i’m the one who what? what did i do? literally, what.” you challenge her.

that sets her off. eyebrows furrowing, she shakes her head at you. “that’s not fair!”

“maybe,” you scoff, “so you know what? i promise to not mention it again, because this is just so hard to talk about. lets see if i keep that promise, shall we?” you mock the entire situation with your tone, then make a point to not brush against her as you make your way out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the guest room. halfway up, you pause, looking back down at her. “maybe don’t hold your breath.”

in the safety of the bedroom, you click the lock shut and lean your back against the door, sliding down slowly. your head hits your knees, only partially muffling your cries.

an hour or so later, you’ve managed to climb in to the squeaky twin bed. by now nancy has collected herself, and walked past your door on the way to her own room.

“i’m sorry.” she had whispered to the locked door, not ready to say it to your face yet.

---

if robin buckley had a nickel for every time one of her friends was in love with nancy wheeler, she’d have 2 nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

“i don’t get it, guys, she is such a priss!” robin exasperated over a choc-chip sundae.

steve just sighed as you rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time, letting your head drop onto the cold scoops ahoy table in frustration.

“she is not a priss, buckley, you’re just a pent up lesbian working minimum wage while she’s actually making a career for herself.” your words come out muffled from beneath your hair fanned out around your slumped figure.

“plus she is so dreamy.” steve mocks as he stands from the table, “i can’t have this conversation again, it’s physical torture.”

the mall had been shut for 30 minutes, yet you stayed behind in the ice cream parlour as you avoided going home to receive the inevitable phone call from your long-time best friend asking to come over. again. 

“don’t forget your hat, dingus!” robin throws the sailor hat over the counter to steve who flips her off in response.

you sit back up hastily. “can we please focus on my issue? i cannot stand another night of her sleeping in my bed complaining about her misogynistic coworkers and not-so-supportive boyfriend while i try not to stare at her! talk about physical torture…”

“sounds terrible.” steve grumbles as he wipes down the front counter with an anger-fuelled swiftness. whether he was angry at his menial customer service job, or having to listen to two girls who weren’t interested in him complain about his ex-girlfriend, you weren’t sure

“unlike you, harrington, i can’t just kiss her to shut her up.”

“well you could, and just face the public humiliation followed by the loss of a dear friend.” says robin, now standing to join steve in their cleaning duties.

“but-”

“no buts!” robin interrupts, “as much as i’d love to listen to you yearn over a girl who is very clearly straight, we have a shit ton of mopping to do before coming back to work again in a mere 13 hours, so either make yourself useful, or tell us all about your tragic evening tomorrow when we’re actually getting paid to be here.”

steve mock salutes as you blow them both a kiss, leaving the eerily quiet mall and making your way home.

---

ar 7:15pm, the phone next to your bed rings. right on time.

the wheelers eat dinner like a normal conventional family when nancy gets home at 6, and if she manages to avoid jonathon’s desperate call begging her to come over, as well as dodge mike’s request for a ride to the movies, she retreats to her delicately tidied bedroom to hear your voice.

meanwhile you’ve changed into a totally casual slip dress, taken your hair down from its tight up-do, and spent the 2 hours since you left the mall anxiously pacing around your room which is far less tidy than nancy’s.

by the fourth ring of the phone, you figure its best to answer it before the determined journalist drives straight to your house and investigates why her friend is acting so weird.

“don’t tell me you’re dodging my calls, now.” her sweet voice echoes.

“as if i could stay away from you.”

despite the weight your statement holds, it pulls a laugh from her oblivious self, quickly soothing your anxiety away.

“how was work?”

her laughter dissipates.

“the lady we buy our lunch from is starting to take pity on me, today she gave me a free coffee because apparently i looked like i needed it. that concealer we bought can only hide so much.”

“or maybe you’re just terrible at covering your dark circles?”

truth be told, it’s not nancy’s fault her chiseled face is in a permanent state of tiredness. since the events of halloween last year none of you seem to be sleeping right. unfortunatley she still looks gorgeous even after fighting interdimensional monsters.

“not my fault jonathon snores and keeps me awake all night”

“is that why you’re not at his place tonight?” you ask, trying not to picture her asleep next to him.

a pause.

“nance?”

“MIKE IF YOU DON’T GET OFF THE PHONE RIGHT NOW!”

you laugh, pulling the receiver away form your ear as the siblings loudly squabble. eventually you hear nancy call your name, and you immediately clutch the phone back to your face.

“are your parents home?”

another pause, this time on your end.

“uh- no. they just left for some dinner party.”

“great because my dipshit brother-” she enunciates to mike who is apparently still listening on the other line, “is being a nosey asshole, but unlike him i can actually drive. i’ll be at yours in 10.”

before you can argue, the call disconnects, and you’re left to your pacing again.

in an attempt to busy yourself, you draw the blinds, light a candle, check your appearance in the mirror, and act totally casual about your best friend coming over like she would any other night. even after all these years you still feel nervous, almost unworthy of her presence. you remind yourself that she doesn’t share your perverted feelings, this is just two normal friends having a girls night. a few deep breaths later, you feel calm enough to head downstairs when a familiar car rolls into your driveway.

when you open the front door, nancy stands smiling before you. her curls remain perfectly perched above her shoulders, the remnants of her glittery eyeshadow and intentionally placed concealer cling to her face after a long day at work. what you’re sure was once a very professional outfit has now been swapped for the pair of baggy jeans she only wears around the house, along with an old hawkins high crewneck which has been stretched loose around the neckline. suddenly you felt wildly inappropriately dressed, which she unfortunately noticed too.

“nice dress.”

you hung your head to hide the blush in your cheeks, stepping aside to let her in.

then like it was the most natural thing in the world she wandered up the stairs towards your bedroom, still smirking at you.

“were you expecting a date? someone sneaking through your window?”

“no… some of us just like to look presentable while lounging around the house.” you snapped back, nodding at her less put together attire.

she shrugged, flopping back on to your bed. “you don’t think i look good?” 

you made a point to raise your eyebrows whilst dramatically drag your eyes up and down her figure, to which she pouts.

she fucking pouts.

“you kinda look like hell.”

that wipes her face clean. she scoffs, reaching behind her to grab a decorative pillow from your bed and promptly wield it in your direction. 

you laugh as she misses terribly, then move to sit beside her on your bed. she pulls back defensively, hiding between what’s left of your pillows. you cross your legs in front of you, arms resting gently in your lap to prevent your very short slip from riding any further up your thighs.

“stick to your guns, wheeler, you can’t throw for shit.”

in retaliation she reaches for another pillow but you catch her hands between you before it even makes contact.

its fun seeing this side of her come out. your heart warms at the thought of you both before high school, before the boys, before the monsters, before you fell for her. you two would giggle at romcoms or sneak karen’s makeup for makeovers. on the rarest of occasions she lets down her walls with you. 

 “yeah apparently shooting guns is all i’m good for these days.” she sighs in defeat. you uncross your legs to let her lay her head in your lap. a totally normal, platonic action between friends.

“you know you’re good at other things, nance. its not your fault those assholes at the post can’t see it.”

“its not just them anymore! even jonathon is telling me to reel it back. keep my voice down and stop pestering them about letting me do anything other than bring them food.”

you struggle to hide the disgust in your voice, “you’re kidding.”

“nope,” she admits, fiddling with her sleeves, “just told me to ‘deal with it’.”

“he sounds exactly like them.” you say, running a gentle but soothing hand through your friend’s hair as you stare down at her annoyed expression.

“which i told him, and then get this,” she abruptly sits up to face you, “he said i expect everything handed to me on a silver platter. am i really that spoilt?”

your head shakes before you can even fathom a response, somehow angrier than she is. 

“no. no he just doesn’t understand what it’s like for you. everyday you’re fighting to be heard by people who don’t see you for who you really are. they’re missing out, nance.”

her face softens. “you really think so?”

“really.”

“sometimes i think he just doesn’t understand me.”

once again she sighs in defeat, this time dropping her head lightly on to your shoulder.

it stops your breath for just a moment, having her be so vulnerable. it hurts you knowing she can be so gentle with you, where jonathon would just get defensive and blame her. or last year when she was too scared to even voice these thoughts to steve.

“yeah, men suck, what can you do.” you laugh weakly, trying not to disturb her.

“it’s fine, at least i have you.” she whispers into your shoulder, so soft you’re not sure she even heard herself. you heart melts nonetheless.

the two of you sit like that for what feels like an eternity. truth be told you’d stay like that forever, rubbing small circles on her back as her breath tickles the crook of you neck.

eventually, though, she moves back to meet your eyeline. your hand pauses its circles, but remains splayed over her sweatshirt.

“you’ll always have me, nance.”

her bottom lip trembles ever so slightly, eyebrows contorting to hold back tears.

“t-thanks.” nancy stutters regaining her composure, avoiding your piercing stare as she gestures towards your window sill, “seriously, no date coming through that window? just because my relationship is falling apart doesn’t mean there’s no hope for you still.”

“oh please, as if boys are really my highest priority right now. we’ve got college apps and summer jobs to fuck with our head enough.”

the girl before you lets out a breathy laugh, a sad laugh.

“s’pose so… we’re better for it. that last guy you were seeing, jason? pfft. total douche.”

you remember the party last year. when nancy ran out crying over a spilt drink, and your not-boyfriend boyfriend complaining when you quickly rushed to her side, dodging his hands that had been moving to dangerous places. he complained how you’d always choose her over him. as if it was even a question. had you always been so obvious? from your point of view it was always nancy you’d see, sometimes you worried nothing else mattered to you like she did. 

but she’d never picture you the same. not quite.

“maybe he was a douche but you didn’t exactly give him a chance!” you shoved at her shoulder jokingly.

the way she leaned into your playful touch and immediately reeled herself back toward you made your heart jump out of your chest.

“i didn’t give him a chance because he clearly wasn’t right for you.”

“oh yeah well who is?”

“no one.” she responds, point blank.

you scoff. “no offense then, but if no one is right for me, jonathon definitely isn’t right for you.”

she flinches ever so slightly, knee brushing yours. perhaps your tone was a little sharper than necessary, but you meant it. nancy lets the statement hang between you, processing what she knew to be the truth, even if she didn’t want to hear it.

“we should stop wasting our precious time with bullshit relationships.”

“hmmph,” you agree, “totally.”

her eyes wander your face, slowly, carefully, as though trying to hear the words you aren’t saying.

“quit profiling me, nancy drew.”

she tilts her head, squinting at you as a smile creeps over her. “not profiling. i’m reading your mind.”

“please don’t” and you silently pray she can’t.

the small smile on her face morphs into a smirk, like a tiny lightbulb behind her eyes is flickering.

“totally. totally.” she repeats your earlier answer, “you totally are not done with relationships.”

“excuse me?”

“i’ve cracked the case. my best friend has a crush and is hiding it from me. out of respect for the overbearing death of my love life? or fear of another douche bag manchild? article continues on page 17.” nancy mocks.

“there’s no douchebag manchild.”

“i don’t believe it… someone’s got you all smitten.”

maybe she does have a career in investigative journalism after all.

“someone is so desperate for a story she’s resorted to fake news.”

nancy’s jaw drops as she screeches your name in melodramatic shock horror, hand grasping her heart for full effect.

“you wound me.”

“who else will keep that ego in check.”

“a very good point, i’d be lost without you.”

“and i, you.”

the moment lightens as you both laugh until your cheeks are sore, nancy clutching your knees in an attempt to steady her breathing.

“oh this is so annoying.”

you shoot her a puzzled look, “what is?”

her voice steadies, cheeks still red from laughter as she looks up to the roof to gently whisper, “i think all of my troubles would be solved if i could just date you.”

for a moment, your world stops spinning. a short moment, however, when the girl in front of you continues her ramble in less of a hushed tone, still chuckling at the absurdity.

“ugh i mean you’re right, jonathon doesn’t understand me, we live in different bubbles but could so easily just stay together living a life we hate while slowly growing to resent each other-”

“-nancy sto-”

“-plus i spend half my time with him waiting to escape from his miserable life to come see you-”

“-nancy please i-”

“-because you actually listen and you’re so much smarter than he is, or anyone for that matter, and-”

“-nancy!”

at this point, your hands are framing each side of her face in a grip to make her stop talking and just look at you.

oh how she looks at you.

“don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“i- what?” nancy’s features relax into a confused stare, puppy-like eyes pouring into yours.

“did you mean it?”

and because she’s just so sweet, “every word.”

you fight against all of your better judgement to use your hold on you both impossibly close to one another. her deep breaths slow, matching your uneasiness. the warmth of her fingers still lingering on your thighs creeps up to paint pink over your cheeks. to distract your self you move a curl from her face carefully behind her ear, hand resting softly on her cheek afterwards. when nancy’s breath hitches ever so slightly, eyelashes drooping down when her gaze moves to your lips, you know you have to take a chance.

“i’m sorry if i’ve misinterpreted our friendship but-”

she meets you halfway, face clashing into yours, lips moving at a cautiously slow speed. so slow you think maybe time has frozen, the universe kind enough to let you live in this moment as long as possible. 

however the universe can only be so kind, and you eventually have to pull far enough away to take a breath. 

you whisper, “tell me to stop, tell me you don’t want this, tell me-”

“i want you.” nancy’s voice is certain but desperate, and you’re quite sure it’ll be the death of you.

this time there’s no cautious movements. just the craving of contact between you both. your hands remain tight on her face, as she moves hers from the steadying grasp on your shoulders up to the nape of your neck, pulling you in for more. 

in any other situation you’d assume you were dreaming, because there is just no way nancy wheeler is actually kissing you back. but when you bite her bottom lip to test the waters, she makes a noise so sweetly guttural it reassures you that this is real. this is happening.

you move to push her down into your pillows, hands moving under her sweater to her smooth waist, yet the girl beneath you has a dire need to be in control, immediately flipping you over, resting herself firmly on your lap.

you whine at the feeling, hands gripping her things spread either side of your own, “nancy.”

she slowly rolls her hips in response, “is this ok?”

the way you move your tongue past her lips is enough of an answer for her to continue the movement of her hips. nancy’s hands explore through your hair, down your neck and chest, then back up again. meanwhile you move yours up her thighs to her waist, keeping her as close as possible.

in a brief gasp for air, nancy pulls back to breathe as you attach your lips to her jawline, refusing to give up showing her how much you need this. she loudly moans your name, spurring you to continue sucking soft marks down her neck.

“shit, baby.” she moans again, voice high from the feeling as you carefully bite at her collarbone and quickly soothe it better with a kiss.

the pace of her hips moving against your own has significantly sped up, both of you becoming desperate for more pressure. more friction. your nightie has pooled at your waist, thighs fully available for her to continue grinding, but your panties almost visible, revealing too much too soon.

“n-need more,” she begs through a whisper.

as much as you want to give it to her, a voice in the back of your mind is telling you not to rush this. don’t jump into something one of you might regret later and ruin the chance of this ever moving further than a quick fuck.

you move your lips back to rejoin hers which she happily welcomes, chasing them when you pull back to take in the sight of her.

“you’re so beautiful, nance.”

her flushed cheeks somehow manage to blush even more. when she leans in to kiss you again, you catch your fingers on her cheek to stop her.

“but we can’t happen, not like this.”

nancy’s demeanor freezes, lips curving down from fear of what you might say next.

“do you not… are you not a… um?”

“oh i definitely am,” you reassure her, giggling, “and i’m honestly surprise you are too.”

she places her hand over your own resting on her cheek, wanting nothing more than to pull you back into her.

“then why not?”

you take a deep breath, readying the speech you’ve imagined hundreds of times over. “because my feelings for you have been more than just platonic for, well, longer than i’d like to admit. if you really feel the same, nance, then i can’t share you. i can’t be the one-night rebound when you’re mad at your boyfriend but then refuse to break up with him. i want this - us - so bad, but can’t put my heart on the line without talking first because this is anything but casual for me.”

her expression isn’t quite readable, but nancy eventually nods and lets out a soft “oh.”

“oh.” you repeat back.

the silence only lasts a few seconds but it feels unbearable. unable to remove you hand from her face, you busy yourself with the other, suddenly becoming very interested with a loose thread on her waistband. your fingers tickle the skin of her stomach which leads nancy to make a small sound, somewhere between a sigh and a whimper. you look up, her eyes are closed, eyebrows furrowed, very clearly mentally frustrated at the looming situation but also physically frustrated from the inability to keep moving on you.

“i meant what i said, y’know?” nancy said, opening her eyes and biting her lip to try to keep back another ramble like earlier.

“yeah?”

“almost every moment with.. him.. i’m miserable.. and i’m just itching to see you instead, whether it’s 10 minutes at lunch or 3 hours laying together on my couch after work barely even speaking, i just always want to be around you…’ she slows herself down, taking a deep breath, “now i realise most friends wouldn’t think about each other as much as i think about you.”

your cheeks start to hurt from smiling, so happy to hear this from her. “you think about me when you’re with him?”

“maybe,” she whispers, eyes pouring into yours, “yes.”

“can i kiss you again?”

“please.”

nancy kisses you back with a new found reassurance in herself, and a new found faith in you.

a few hours, and some discarded clothing, later, she’s resting her face in the crook of your neck as you lay side by side. your hand is draped over her waist, legs a tangled mess beneath your duvet. 

“i’m gonna break up with him. i promise” she assures, move back just far enough to peer at you through her lashes.

“i know.” you answer, not breaking your gaze on her, “you’re many things nancy, but a liar is not one of them.”

you fall asleep like that together, on top of the world, letting yourself picture a future with nancy - plus the absolutely priceless face robin and steve will make tomorrow when you fill them in on your night.

---

One house after the other, each of the children giving a tired smile in their direction as their thanks before languidly making their way inside, Steve waited until they had disappeared behind the front door, before driving away, old habits were going to be hard to break.

When all the children were gone, and the truck was empty, Steve made his way back home.

Not alone though.

Steve had one hand gripping the large steering wheel, the other was wiping muck from his face, sticky residue clinging to his skin, it was slick and slimy.

And had a rotten stench.

She was sitting beside him.

Very far beside him.

Holding a hand over her nose. And her mouth. She wasn't taking the chance of breathing in the foul smell that was clinging to every part of Steve that was covered in the Mind Flayer guts.

"Is it really that bad?" Steve questioned, taking a peek at her, eyes shifting from the road to her expressionless face.

She tried hard no to react as she moved her hand from her face, wincing as the smell attacked her senses.

"I'm so sorry" She whispered, covering her face with her hand once more, but it was doing little to deter the strong smell. "You smell like you rolled around in a mud pit, the showered with a bucket of wet dog"

"Thanks" Steve muttered, a deep breath puffing out of his lips.

"You just need a shower" She muttered beneath her hand, words coming out muffled. "Like, a really, really long shower"

A long shower sounded like heaven right now.

"You gonna join me?" Steve tried, looking at her again, with a soft smile stretching across his tired face.

She winced again.

Steve laughed.

It felt good to laugh. He felt like he hadn't laughed in a long while.

"You scrub all that gunk off, and maybe I'll think about it" She slowly replied, lowing her hand, despite the sour smell zinging straight up her nose.

"I'll take it" Steve felt a smidge lighter.

Even though he still smelt like sour milk.

The shower was heaven sent.

The warm water rained down Steve slick skin, washing away the slick gunk attacked to his skin. And Steve scrubbed, scrubbed until his skin turned a shade of pink, scrubbed until the sour smell clinging to his skin was replaced with the fresh scent of soap. He washed his hair, lathering a mountain of shampoo into his scalp, scrubbing and scrubbing until his fingers became tired.

Rinsing the soap from his hair, allowing the water to wash away any lingering smell attached to his skin.

As the last dregs of soap floated down the drain, the door to the shower swung open.

Steam filtered it's way out of the open door, a whisp a cold air sent a chill up Steve's spine, but it matter little to him, when she was standing at the edge of the shower, stripped bare for his eyes to behold.

"You smell better" She said, there was a smile on her lips.

"I think I was promised a joint shower" Steve replied, allowing the water to run down his back as he turned to face her.

"I think I said I would think about it" She tutted, taking a sliver of a step closer to him.

Steve reached a wet hand out, grasping her wrist, yanking her softly. She gave way with little fight, falling right into his damp chest, hands spread across his chest, fingers netting between the dark thatch of hair adorning his skin.

Her lips parted in a soft gasp, her body pressing up against his.

Steve's large hand traversed the length of her body, following the dips and curves, caressing the soft skin as he made his decent. His hand wrapped around the perky flesh of her ass, taking a handful in his grasp and groping it gently, pulling her body even closer to his.

"Steve" She whispered, head falling back slightly, lips parting, eyes slipped shut as she relished in the feeling of his body against hers.

"Don't worry honey" Steve whispered in turn, craning his neck a little, allowing his lips to brush against hers, igniting her from within. "I'm gonna take good care of you"

Steve used little strength to turn their bodies, pressing her against the wall of the shower, drawing them closer together.

There wasn't any room for her to respond, as Steve slants his lips over her own.

This kiss is slow.

His lips brushing against her own, lapping over each other slowly, sensually, savouring the taste of her lips.

Steve hummed softly, as if his body had been waiting for this moment.

She wasn't faring much better.

Her entire body fell against Steve, knees wobbling as she pushed herself up against him, moving her hands from his expansive chest, to the dripping strands of his floppy brown hair, digging her nails gently into the freshly washed strands.

Steve's free hand wrapped gently around her neck, holding her close to him as he lathered her lips in soft kisses.

She pulled away from the kiss first, gasping a large breath, filling her lungs with the steam riddled air around them. Steve wasted no time in descending down her neck, his hot mouth left a trail of wet kisses on her skin.

She tilted her head back, allowing Steve to do what he does best. She could feel his lips curving into a smile, teeth nipping down on her skin, a harsh contradiction to his soft lips.

She moaned loudly, eyes screwing shut.

Steve followed his path down, leaving bits along the length of her neck, biting down a little harder when the skin of her neck and shoulder met, surly leaving a bruise in his wake, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Stevie, baby" She hummed, tugging softly at his wet hair.

Steve preened at her voice, hearing her moaning his name was a sound he would never get used to, he wanted to hear it on repeat for the rest of his life.

He'd make sure he heard it for the rest of his life.

"Oh, honey" Steve's voice was low and gravelly.

It sent jitters down her spine.

The hand Steve had attached to her ass, moved further down her thigh, gripping the muscle beneath his calloused hand, hiking her leg around his hip, pushing their bodies impossibly closer, as if there was any space left between them.

Her slick cunt was pressing against his hard cock, pulsing with the same need that was ripping through his body. He unwrapped his hand from around her throat and placed it right over her clit.

"Shit" She whimpered, feeling his fingers rubbing slow circles against her most sensitive area, bucking her hips slight to meet his slow motions.

"Yeah, like this" Steve grinned in a way that might have been cocky, but well deserved, as she moved his fingers through the forming wetness.

"Just like that Stevie" She nodded her head, eyes still screwed shut.

Steve hummed.

He bent his head and attached his lips against her slick skin, lapping at the water running down her breasts, following their path to her perked nipple, taking it in his mouth with a gentle sucking motion.

One of her hands continued to weave through Steve's hair, wrapping the strands more firmly in her fists, tugging gently, making Steve hum against her skin, enjoying the slight pain. While the other hand reached back to latch onto the smooth skin of his back, freckled hiding beneath her palm, as her nail pressed crescent shaped indents into his pale skin.

His long fingers slowed his circles, feeling her wetness seeping onto his skin. He pulled his lips from her chest, resting his forehead against her racing heart, feeling it thumping against her ribs, loudly, rapidly.

"So soft" Steve whispered, fingers kneading to plush flesh of her thighs. "So sweet honey"

"Fuck baby" She whimpered at the lose of his fingers, head lulling forward, cheek resting on the crown of Steve's head, taking a deep breath through her parted lips, eyes slipping open slowly

"Yeah" Steve's voice rumbled against her chest, picking up his head slightly, resting his forehead against her own. "You gonna let me fuck you?"

He words sent a zap straight to her cunt, she was becoming sloppily wet now.

"Yeah" She whimpered softly.

"You gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy?" Steve wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock, using her slick wetness to slide the thick head of his cock through her folds.

"Oh, shit, yes" She moaned softly, lips brushing against Steve's ask she spoke. "Fuck me, please baby, please Steve"

Steve moved his cock up and down against her cunt, the tip of his cock catching against her sensitive clit, his pre cum dripping against her already wet pussy.

"Shit honey" Steve's brow furrowed, savouring the feeling of her wet heat against his throbbing cock. "You're so wet for me, all for my, huh honey?"

"All for you Stevie" She nodded helplessly, bucking her hips up with meet Steve's up and down motions.

With a soft buck of her hips, the tip of Steve's cock, notched at her entrance, slipping softly.

"Yes" She whimpered loudly, eyes locked on Steve.

"Yeah, that's what you want isn't it" Steve comments, slowly, carefully pushing just the tip of his cock further into her leaking entrance.

Her lips part, trying to find the words, any words really, but all that comes out is a deep moan.

Steve chuckled.

"Already honey?" Steve pushed an inch further, feeling her warm, wet heat welcoming him in. "Cock got your tongue?"

Steve felt proud of his joke.

If she had been paying more attention, she might have smacked him, but he was to high on the feeling of his cock.

Steve pushed, thrusting his hips forward, his cock pushing deeper and deeper into her cunt. He pushed until the hilt of his cock was nestled nicely inside her pussy, throbbing within the walls of her heat.

"Look at that honey" Steve groaned, feeling her tighten around his, trying to draw him in further. "Made for taking this cock, weren't you?"

She uttered a loud moan in response, feeling his length fulling pressing into her wet heat, gliding softly in and out, barely pulling out, allowing her to adjust to his rather large length.

"Made for you Steve, just you" She agreed, nodded her head, wet lips brushing Steve's in an attempted kiss.

Steve indulged her, and himself really, pressing his lips against hers. Their lips locked in a passionate embrace, as Steve pulled his hips back slowly, inching his length out of her wet cunt, until only the very tip of his cock was pressing inside her, before snapping his hips back, slamming the rest of his length right back in.

Unexpecting of the forceful thrust, she moaned against Steve's lips, the sound muffled, vibrating against Steve's lips.

Hips snapping back and forth, his length sliding in and out of her wet heat, hips snapping together every time he slid right back inside.

"Fuck, honey" Steve moaned in return, lips inches apart as his thrusts become harsher, the sound of skin slapping, echoed through the room.

Steve used a hand to press against the back of her head, holding her against him, foreheads pressed together. Lips parted, breathing in each other's air.

"Steve, please" She murmured, stuttering as Steve landed a particularly harsh thrust.

"You gonna cum honey?" Steve spoke against her lips, hips thrusting, keeping pace with her quick breaths. "You gonna cum right on my cock, aren't you honey"

"Yeah, please" She nodded, eyes slipping closed.

"You wanna cum" Steve started, curling his fingers from the back of her head, to around her throat, holding tightly enough to let her know he was there. "You gotta look at me honey, eyes open"

Her eyes slowly slipped back open, locking on the dark hues of Steve's brown eyes, swirls of deep chocolate brown attacking her very being, bleeding lust right into her skin.

"That's it" Steve rewarded her with another harsh thrust that had her keening loudly. "Wanna watch my pretty little honey, coming around my cock"

"Yeah, yeah" She nodded, eyes still locked with Steve's. "Gonna come, just for you Stevie baby"

The pressure built within her core, clenching around Steve's cock, filling with warmth and pure adrenalin. Her heart pounding in her chest, her fingers wrapped around Steve's sopping wet locks, shoulders tensing.

Then, everything seemed to explode.

Eyes rolling to the back of her head, white lights streaming across her vision as the wave of pleasure washed over her.

Steve watched as her pleasure exploded right before his eyes, her cunt clenching tightly around his cock, wetness seeping out, leaking down the length of their join bodies, her arousal sticking to his skin.

"So pretty when you cum honey" Steve groaned loudly, his thrust continued at the same pace, to prolong the pleasure pulsating through her body.

"Shit, fuck" She swore loudly, her guts churning as a zinging chill run up her spine, pleasure licking at her skin, embracing her in all it's warmth. "So good, Steve baby, so so good"

"Yeah, you fuckn' are, so fucking good honey" Steve agreed, hips faltering as he felt his own pleasure building.

As her orgasm subsided, pleasure still clinging to her skin, feeling Steve throbbing from inside her, thrust loosing momentum.

"I want it Steve" She used her hands to cling to Steve, the wall was warm against her back, but Steve was warmer.

"Yeah honey, wanna give to you" Steve nodded his head, nose scrunching slightly, brows furrowing.

"Inside Stevie" She was begging now, pleading.

"Yeah" Steve's thrusts faltered again at her words, hips stuttering as he tried to gain his bearings. "Inside this perfect, pretty pussy, right inside"

Steve's hips snapped against her, guts coiling with a hot flash of pleasure, boiling from the inside out.

"Gonna stuff you full honey" Steve promised, nodded his head, eyes locking with hers.

"Give it to me, please baby"

Her lips pouted around the words, and that was Steve's undoing.

He throbbed inside her, revelling in her wet warmth, feeling her clenching walls fluttering around him.

He gave one thrust; feeling the edge of his orgasm.

He gave a second thrust; snapping his hips against hers.

He gave a third and final thrust, his cock seemingly bursting at the seems, thick ropes of cum painting her clenching cunt.

She could feel the warmth of Steve's cum inside her cunt, clenching tightly around him, Steve moaned loudly at the feeling pressing his sweating forehead against hers.

"Fuck, honey" Steve's voice barely reached her ears.

The sound of the water running in the shower finally reached her ears, like she had completely forgotten they were standing in the shower, Steve was pretty all consuming when he wanted to be.

"Take me to bed Stevie" She murmured against his lips, wrapping her arms completely around his neck.

Steve slowly slipped his cock from inside her cunt, a soft squelching sound followed the action. She whimpered at the loss, Steve echoed her sound with a groan of his own.

"Yeah, I can do that" Steve chuckled, feeling sleep itching at his overly sensitive body.

He used his free hand to turn the water off, silence enveloping them, once the water was switched off, he used his hands once more, to pick of her other leg, wrapping both of them around his waist, holding her close to his body, not ready to part from her.

She squeaked softly, feeling weightless in Steve's strong embrace. His fingers digging into her push thighs, enjoying the feeling of her skin beneath his hands.

"Love you Stevie"

Steve smiled as he laid her down against the soft sheets, soaking them with their damp skin, he nestled up against her, holding her head against his chest, leaving one of her legs wrapped around his waist, while the other laid flat against the best, hand still digging into the flesh of her thigh, while his other hand wove it's way around her damp hair.

"Love you too honey"

“You’re insatiable, Harrington.”

He just hums, fingers dancing over your waistband as he presses you further into the wall, punctuating the movement with a teasing nip to your skin.

“We don’t have time.” You mumble, even as your traitorous body relaxes against his, skin prickling with a familiar combination of anticipation and want.

“We have nineteen minutes.” His fingers are already working at the button of your jeans. Your own curl against the front of his shirt, knowing you should push him away but unable to even make yourself try. “Bet I can have you screaming my name in two.”

“Everyone is right down the hall.” Your resolve is crumbling almost comically fast. You swear you were strong once. Stubborn, even. Not anymore, it seems. Not when it comes to Steve Fucking Harrington.

“Then you’ll have to be real quiet, won’t you?”

“Steve.”

“Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop.”

You can’t. Of course you can’t. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more.

You pull him back down to you, kissing him hard and deep as you feel his triumphant smile against your lips, and you almost roll your eyes at his cockiness before his fingers dive beneath your waistband and you’re gasping into his mouth.

“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, and bites your lip as he slides two fingers so deliciously deep inside of you that you can’t hold back a whimper. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nod, and he curls his fingers in a way that has you clawing at his shoulders for purchase. He hums in approval, pulling back to brush his lips over the shell of your ear.

“Thought about this all day.” He whispers, low and hungry enough that you think you might start shaking. “Robin’s going on and on about the song lineup for the day, and all I can think about is how good you’d look bent over my desk.”

You whimper, and he smiles as his teeth scrape over your heated skin. “You like that, baby? Like hearing how you drive me crazy?”

“Please.” His fingers are speeding up, and your legs are threatening to give out beneath you.

“Please what?” He asks, teasing, and you’re not even sure you know. He’s working you towards the edge so quickly that you think it must be some form of splendid torture. You’ll give him anything he wants. Anything he could ever think to ask for as long as he doesn’t stop.

You hide your face in his neck, and he presses a kiss to the side of your head as he adds a third finger.

“Gotta get you ready for me, first.” His voice is a little more strained, breath coming a little faster as you try to silence your own desperate noises by biting down on his shoulder. He groans, and reaches up with his free hand to guide your head back by your hair.

He already looks wrecked, dark eyes starved as he leans down to brush his lips over yours.

“Want you to look at me.” He murmurs, breathless, and bites your lip when you whine against his mouth. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You just nod, and his wicked grin sends you over the edge. He silences your cry with another kiss, rough and hungry, and doesn’t stop the movement of his hand until you’re shaking against him.

“So fucking beautiful.” He whispers, kissing your nose as he pulls his hand from your underwear. You let out a shaky breath at the sudden feeling of loss, and Steve groans at the sound. “Turn around. Hands on the shelf.”

The low, commanding tone of his voice makes your breath catch, and you don’t think twice before you turn around to follow his instructions.

You hear his belt come undone. The rustle of his jeans. And then he’s on you again, lips tracing lovingly over your neck as his larger body envelops yours.

“Ready?” He murmurs, and your nod is almost frantic as your fingers curl against the shelf in front of you.

The stretch is intense. It always is, no matter how much time Steve takes to prep you. Your breath hitches, and Steve shushes you so sweetly it makes you start to tremble all over again.

“I’ve got you.” He whispers, breath warm on your neck. “I’ve got you. You can take it, yeah? Nice and slow…”

When he finally starts to move, you can’t help the near-wanton moan that falls past your lips. His hand flies up to cover your mouth, and he accentuates his next thrust with a sharp bite to the hollow of your throat.

“Shhh.” Oh God, you’re gonna die. This is how you die. It feels so good you can’t form a coherent thought. “Don’t want anyone hearing us, do ya?”

“Steve.” His name comes out as a sob, muffled by the warm palm of his hand.

He says something along the lines of ‘that’s my name, please wear it out’ as he uses his grip on you to pull you up a little more against his chest, until your fingers are all-but scrambling for purchase against the metal shelf before you. He speeds up his movements, every snap of his hips hitting a spot inside of you that has stars dancing in your vision.

“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” He murmurs into your ear, panting between rough thrusts as his other hand moves down to rub tight circles against the most sensitive part of you. You cry out against his hand, the bolt of pleasure that shoots through you almost too overwhelming, but he doesn’t stop. In fact, it only encourages him to move faster.

“Prettiest fuckin’ sounds.” He murmurs, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “You wanted this so bad, didn’t you? Wanted me to fuck you right here at work? Couldn’t even wait till we got home, huh?”

You whine again, entire body tingling with a pleasure so intense you wonder if it will cripple you. If you could think straight, you might remind him that he’s the one who pulled you into this damn closet, but alas, your mind is all but TV static at the moment.

“Fuck, I love you. So much. My girl. My perfect girl. Taking it so well for me…” he kisses your cheek. Your neck. The shell of your ear. If it weren’t for his hand, you’re sure you would be moaning loudly enough for all of Hawkins to hear you. “Gonna let go for me, baby? Gonna let me feel it?”

You can only nod, your high approaching so quickly you wonder if you’ll black out. He hums, and his next thrust hits so deep you’re nearly screaming against his palm. “Yeah you are. You always get so. Fucking. Tight.”

When you shatter, he follows almost immediately after, hand releasing your mouth to tangle in your hair and yank you back to him so he can muffle the sound of your cries with his lips.

“My girl.” He whispers again, and the dichotomy between the sweet way he nuzzles your nose and the way he was just slamming into you against the wall of shelves pulls a breathless laugh from your chest. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” You hum, exhausted, and he smiles back as he kisses you again.

“All of that in…” he checks his watch, resting his chin on your shoulder and holding his wrist up in front of you both. “Fourteen minutes. Nice.”

He pulls back, and you can’t help but whimper at the feeling of oversensitivity when he pulls out of you. He hears it, and presses a gentle kiss to the side of your head as he tucks himself back into his pants and helps you back into yours.

For a moment, you just let him hold you, both of you still shaking and trying to catch your breath.

“We have another break in a couple of hours.” He murmurs, and you laugh again as you tuck your face into his shoulder.

“Insatiable.”

“In love.” He corrects, and you can hear the smile in his voice as his fingers trace over your back with a softness you can only describe as adoring. “Can you walk? Want me to carry you back to your desk?”

“Have I ever told you that you’re cocky?”

“Your legs are still shaking.”

“Shut up.”

He laughs, and this time when he kisses you he hooks an arm around your waist and lifts you off of your feet. You make a soft noise as your sore legs leave the ground, and his proud smile makes you roll your eyes.

“Three hours.” He says between kisses, and you pull back just enough to raise your eyebrows.

“What?”