( does he want to stop? no. assuredly, absolutely, not at all, does he want to stop. frankly he's not even thinking that much about the fact her parents are downstairs. Chrissy's mother already can't stand him, sneaking into her bedroom can't possibly make things worse. it is hard to be particularly reasonable, when there's a girl wound around him that easily whispered she loved him — and yes it is partially teenage dramatics, but he wasn't sure he'd ever get something like this again. to love someone, to have them love back, the ridiculous warm and fuzzy tingle that makes his hair stand up just when she smiles at him — and here it is. how is he supposed to stop and slow down and be reasonable in the heat of that kind of moment?
still, he's gotta try. not really to respect Chrissy's parents — Steve has happily made out with Chrissy Cunningham in her own bedroom before, and he'd do it again, damnit. it's more... look. if they're going to make love (whatever, if that makes him cheesy, then he's a huge goddamn cheeseball) he doesn't want it to be somewhere they have to force themselves to be quiet, or repress what they're feeling. )
I want to keep going, ( Steve promises, chasing her kisses, a palm locking at the nape of her neck, lost in the hint of a smile as it tilts up the corners of her mouth. historically, Steve has never had a time where he wants to stop kissing Chrissy, he is sure as shit not going to start now. he almost forgets the rest in the taste of her lips and the easy way she slips her body against his. he even makes a face, when he pulls back enough to look her in the eye. )
Just... what if we get out of here first? ( instead of trying to sneak in a few kisses and touches, they can go somewhere where they can have all the kisses and touches they want. that'd be better, wouldn't it? chances are good Chrissy will just get in more trouble, if her mom realizes they snuck her out. it's just, maybe, this sort of moment would be worth it. getting away might not be convincing enough on its own, though, so Steve nuzzles closer, even if it makes the run of purple on his face tinge a little. whatever. worth it. )
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Date: 2022-10-09 05:11 am (UTC)still, he's gotta try. not really to respect Chrissy's parents — Steve has happily made out with Chrissy Cunningham in her own bedroom before, and he'd do it again, damnit. it's more... look. if they're going to make love (whatever, if that makes him cheesy, then he's a huge goddamn cheeseball) he doesn't want it to be somewhere they have to force themselves to be quiet, or repress what they're feeling. )
I want to keep going, ( Steve promises, chasing her kisses, a palm locking at the nape of her neck, lost in the hint of a smile as it tilts up the corners of her mouth. historically, Steve has never had a time where he wants to stop kissing Chrissy, he is sure as shit not going to start now. he almost forgets the rest in the taste of her lips and the easy way she slips her body against his. he even makes a face, when he pulls back enough to look her in the eye. )
Just... what if we get out of here first? ( instead of trying to sneak in a few kisses and touches, they can go somewhere where they can have all the kisses and touches they want. that'd be better, wouldn't it? chances are good Chrissy will just get in more trouble, if her mom realizes they snuck her out. it's just, maybe, this sort of moment would be worth it. getting away might not be convincing enough on its own, though, so Steve nuzzles closer, even if it makes the run of purple on his face tinge a little. whatever. worth it. )