( it's been a long time. since he could kiss Nancy Wheeler. there was a strong chance that it just wouldn't have the same spark it used to — there's all sorts of distance and damage and disaster between them. maybe it could have clouded how it feels to kiss her. maybe it was just anticipation and grass-is-greener yearning clouding his judgement. still, it takes exactly one kiss to lambast that idea. two, technically, the point is him being less inclined to kiss Nancy because of their complicated past is immediately dead in the water. he still gets the same warm fuzzy cookies-just-out-of-the-oven feeling when she smiles and tilts her chin up to make sure their mouths meet just so. only about 180 seconds have passed since Steve was hyper aware of Karen Wheeler snooping from behind her curtains, and now nothing matters but this moment and Nancy's fingers still curved around his wrist. the fact he can lean down and kiss her and that's just a thing, again.
Steve has dreamed of getting to kiss Nancy Wheeler again. a little too much to be healthy or practical, probably. but here it is. and it's even better than he could have hoped for, somehow. her titter of a laugh is about how his heartbeat feels. light and unsure and delighted and disbelieving. can heartbeats be disbelieving? well, consider this the first time, then.
it can't last forever. they can't get lost in a storm of kisses, this is a very public avenue and Mrs. Jensen is just across the street working in her flowerbed. Steve is lucky Nancy is the one that comes to her senses first, because he's not sure he ever would. she pulls back, winds arms around him, face tucked in the fabric of his shirt. she's talking, mumbling, something something pancakes — Steve is delayed in comprehending any of it, arm settling over her shoulders and face ducking down into her hair, momentarily overwhelmed. it almost feels unreal, that this could be happening. maybe he should scout out for the freaky psychic that ambles around looking like somebody skinned the grinch. but Vecna likes to make you see ugly things, doesn't he? and this isn't ugly. it's a rare shot of sunshine, a moment of unbridled promise. a second chance, maybe. so as unreal as it might feel, it sure seems like this is actually happening. )
No, definitely different. Better or worse, can't decide. ( it'll either be better for being close to a normal human being, rested and all that — or worse, because strung out 2am insomnia brain isn't firing on all cylinders and isn't to hard to impress. Steve huffs a laugh, at the idea an entire truckstop disappears into the ether when it isn't the midnight hour. ) We better find out. For science. You know?
( so, yes. a drive. somewhere. anywhere. at this point, doesn't really matter where, as long as it is with Nancy. )
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Date: 2023-01-29 08:27 pm (UTC)Steve has dreamed of getting to kiss Nancy Wheeler again. a little too much to be healthy or practical, probably. but here it is. and it's even better than he could have hoped for, somehow. her titter of a laugh is about how his heartbeat feels. light and unsure and delighted and disbelieving. can heartbeats be disbelieving? well, consider this the first time, then.
it can't last forever. they can't get lost in a storm of kisses, this is a very public avenue and Mrs. Jensen is just across the street working in her flowerbed. Steve is lucky Nancy is the one that comes to her senses first, because he's not sure he ever would. she pulls back, winds arms around him, face tucked in the fabric of his shirt. she's talking, mumbling, something something pancakes — Steve is delayed in comprehending any of it, arm settling over her shoulders and face ducking down into her hair, momentarily overwhelmed. it almost feels unreal, that this could be happening. maybe he should scout out for the freaky psychic that ambles around looking like somebody skinned the grinch. but Vecna likes to make you see ugly things, doesn't he? and this isn't ugly. it's a rare shot of sunshine, a moment of unbridled promise. a second chance, maybe. so as unreal as it might feel, it sure seems like this is actually happening. )
No, definitely different. Better or worse, can't decide. ( it'll either be better for being close to a normal human being, rested and all that — or worse, because strung out 2am insomnia brain isn't firing on all cylinders and isn't to hard to impress. Steve huffs a laugh, at the idea an entire truckstop disappears into the ether when it isn't the midnight hour. ) We better find out. For science. You know?
( so, yes. a drive. somewhere. anywhere. at this point, doesn't really matter where, as long as it is with Nancy. )