[Oh, he really is ridiculous right now, isn't he? The comment about mouth to mouth makes her laugh, a giddy and silly sound that cuts off the second his lips find her wrist. Who knew that a simple kiss and the feel of his teeth against her there would make her so sensitive? Her laugh dies off into a sound that's far more like an appreciative gasp, and any thought about being quiet flies right out the window.
As far as she's concerned, they're the only two here. They're the only two that matter in the entire world, and they're wrapped up in one another and the blanket of love that they've pulled over themselves. It's an absolutely perfect moment, and as her heart races she starts to wonder if it's actually possible to feel something so strongly and so completely that you cry.
It must be, because her eyes fill with tears, and she tries to blink them away before he can see. Her gaze is still just as warm as her smile, cheeks flushed. Her plan fails, because of course it does, and a few tears fall from her eyes and land on him.]
God, I just —
[There's no thought of being embarrassed. No attempt to shy away. Steve has seen her at her worst, and her best. And she likes to think that happy tears because they can't stop declaring their love is one of the best damn things to ever happen to her. They're both at their best right now, vulnerable and open and so caught up in one another that nothing else really matters.
Not even the bruises on his face.
Her mouth works another mark against his neck as she tries to think of the right word to finish her thought. He's definitely going to be littered with bruises tomorrow, but hers are the only ones that matter.]
I love you enough to pretend I definitely need mouth to mouth from my favorite lifeguard.
[Because if they're going with the whole lifeguard motif, why not? He's silly, she's silly. It's amazingly freeing to know she can be as big of a dork as she wants with him and he won't mind.]
( it's easy to lean into being a complete and utter idiot when it makes Chrissy laugh. and it's easy to make jokes and be a little ridiculous when just being around Chrissy makes him feel closer to human again. Steve does his damnedest to not be weighed down by the things he's seen, things he's done. things he's gone through. it's hard not to be, though, especially in the quiet. on his own. when he pulled back from his entire life in senior year, it'd been almost deafening — impossible to ignore and escape it all.
it's better now. he's not as isolated, with his troop of children to look after. Robin, who is truly the best friend a guy could ever ask for, even if she makes fun of his hair and complains about his systems to organize their rental returns. and now Chrissy is part of that orbit, that tight circle of people around him that actually matter and genuinely care. friends he can lean on, be himself around. it's not that the Upside Down is forgotten, it just feels a little less oppressive. when he has other things in his life that are brighter.
Chrissy is pinned in close, and yet somehow Steve can see the shine dancing across her cheekbones anyway. possibly he's too obsessed with looking at her face, at this point. and really he didn't need confirmation that she'd tolerate some mouth to mouth, that's enough on its own to roll their bodies to have Chrissy on her back, instead. it's not her mouth he kisses, instead the apples of her cheeks, the overwhelmed stain of tears. as long as they're happy, Steve can live with them. )
Really... really quiet, mouth to mouth, ( Steve agrees, a little husky-hopeful, leaning in to kiss her again. it's an objectively bad decision to try for anything more than some breathless kisses, and maybe at some point he'll catch some common sense. and he won't try to make love to his girl with her parents just downstairs. but, just a kiss, that's cool, right? how can they share those three beautiful little words and not touch each other after? is it even possible? the slight twinge across his cheekbone is not enough deterrent to stop him from kissing her, and it really is like they're sharing oxygen. maybe not fair to imply he's responsible, no, kissing Chrissy feels a bit like learning to breathe all over again, like maybe he just. hasn't been, not really, like his lungs only remembered how to really take air in when it's her that he's breathing in. )
[It's definitely a bad choice to try for anything more than just kissing. But then again, it's a terrible choice to have her boyfriend sneaking up into her room to fool around with her in the first place. But this is more than just messing around. It's not every day you tell someone you love them for the first time. Especially not someone like Steve, who's so good to her that she can't believe she's as lucky as she is. ]
Very quiet mouth to mouth.
[She breathlessly laughs in between kisses, their breaths mingling as she keeps him held in close with a hand in the back of his hair. It almost feels like too much, having him over her like this, knowing that he loves her in return. There's no way she can get enough of him, absolutely no amount of breathing him in and tasting him as his tongue delves into her mouth will ever be enough. Chrissy is hopelessly addicted to her boy.
And maybe just a little bit hopelessly devoted, too.
Because she sure wouldn't have been this risky with Jason. She never would've smiled like this, never would've given herself so wholly and freely to him. But with Steve, it's easy. It feels natural, like he's become an easy extension of herself. They're not just Chrissy and Steve, they're ChrissyandSteve. Steve and the girl he loves. Chrissy and the man she's going to try and not undress while he's in her room on a school night and her parents are downstairs watching tv.
They both have gone through so much. And she knows that they'll likely face more of the upside down together. How could they not, in a place like Hawkins? But at least they have each other now. And that makes her feel invincible. So maybe that's why her mouth works a trail down along his neck, nipping and sucking to leave marks behind. She can blame that rush of endorphins on why her hands work at the button on his jeans. Really, she hadn't planned on doing more than just kissing. But when you get wrapped up in someone and caught in the moment, hands tend wander and have a mind of their own.]
( honestly, if Steve could have just been slightly less of a hero about this and let his girl brave the tree outside her window, and then they could have had this moment with no risk and all reward. she got down from the last tree she was up just fine! safe to say he hadn't been thinking it through. mostly the thought was getting to her as soon as possible. hearing her say it, instead of feverishly reading the same words over in a loop in a wild thrill.
so his intention had been just to kiss the living daylights out of Chrissy Cunningham, honestly. his face is still sore but there's no such thing as too sore to kiss the girl he loves. it's been so long since he could say that. and that Chrissy loves him back only makes it feel even more overwhelming. trying to stay quiet with an ugly stain of purple over his eye is not exactly how Steve intended this confession to go. it's fundamentally far from perfect.
more and more, though, he realizes he doesn't care if it isn't perfect. so what? perfect is painted on, mostly to impress people that won't be satisfied, anyway. Steve doesn't want perfect with Chrissy, he'd rather sloppy and unexpected and messy and spontaneous. love isn't about perfect. Steve doesn't want perfect. he just wants Chrissy.
her fingers are tight in his hair, her body is warm under his. he can feel the thrum of her heartbeat underneath him, every delighted ragged breath she makes. it's dizzying (maybe that's the head injury? no definitely Chrissy). her reaching between them, trying to work open his jeans, doesn't really register as it should. mostly because getting into it and stripping each other is ... pretty normal, if they're in bed together. it's just that it's his bed, usually. or her parents are away for the weekend. not just downstairs! )
Chrissy, ( Steve mumbles, against the sweet pink of her mouth. he doesn't even know what he's asking. is she sure? what is she up to? don't stop? somehow, all of it, at once. )
[Sirens are going off in the back of her head. They're telling her that this is a bad idea, that they should stop. Chrissy chooses to ignore them in favor of indulging in something she wants. But she takes his saying her name as a request for her to take pause, which she does with baited breath and a near pout as she leans back a little.]
Do you want to stop?
[She may be incredibly horny right now, but she's not going to push him into fooling around in her bed if he's not comfortable with it. Then again, she may pout until he gives in and takes off his jeans so she won't have to do it. It's really up in the air how it's going to go.]
Because we can. It's okay.
[Her body, meanwhile, screams that it's not okay. She'll be incredibly frustrated and pressed if it's not okay and she's pressing for too much. Maybe he'll feel the need to run off and leave her here hot and bothered and all alone. It probably would serve her right. She can't help herself though. She always wants him, and she knows they're both riding high on declarations of love.]
I mean —
[She pauses, stealing a couple of kisses. Just little pecks, one that smack loudly in the quiet of her bedroom.]
( 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: 2022-08-19 01:01 am (UTC)As far as she's concerned, they're the only two here. They're the only two that matter in the entire world, and they're wrapped up in one another and the blanket of love that they've pulled over themselves. It's an absolutely perfect moment, and as her heart races she starts to wonder if it's actually possible to feel something so strongly and so completely that you cry.
It must be, because her eyes fill with tears, and she tries to blink them away before he can see. Her gaze is still just as warm as her smile, cheeks flushed. Her plan fails, because of course it does, and a few tears fall from her eyes and land on him.]
God, I just —
[There's no thought of being embarrassed. No attempt to shy away. Steve has seen her at her worst, and her best. And she likes to think that happy tears because they can't stop declaring their love is one of the best damn things to ever happen to her. They're both at their best right now, vulnerable and open and so caught up in one another that nothing else really matters.
Not even the bruises on his face.
Her mouth works another mark against his neck as she tries to think of the right word to finish her thought. He's definitely going to be littered with bruises tomorrow, but hers are the only ones that matter.]
I love you enough to pretend I definitely need mouth to mouth from my favorite lifeguard.
[Because if they're going with the whole lifeguard motif, why not? He's silly, she's silly. It's amazingly freeing to know she can be as big of a dork as she wants with him and he won't mind.]
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Date: 2022-08-20 04:14 am (UTC)it's better now. he's not as isolated, with his troop of children to look after. Robin, who is truly the best friend a guy could ever ask for, even if she makes fun of his hair and complains about his systems to organize their rental returns. and now Chrissy is part of that orbit, that tight circle of people around him that actually matter and genuinely care. friends he can lean on, be himself around. it's not that the Upside Down is forgotten, it just feels a little less oppressive. when he has other things in his life that are brighter.
Chrissy is pinned in close, and yet somehow Steve can see the shine dancing across her cheekbones anyway. possibly he's too obsessed with looking at her face, at this point. and really he didn't need confirmation that she'd tolerate some mouth to mouth, that's enough on its own to roll their bodies to have Chrissy on her back, instead. it's not her mouth he kisses, instead the apples of her cheeks, the overwhelmed stain of tears. as long as they're happy, Steve can live with them. )
Really... really quiet, mouth to mouth, ( Steve agrees, a little husky-hopeful, leaning in to kiss her again. it's an objectively bad decision to try for anything more than some breathless kisses, and maybe at some point he'll catch some common sense. and he won't try to make love to his girl with her parents just downstairs. but, just a kiss, that's cool, right? how can they share those three beautiful little words and not touch each other after? is it even possible? the slight twinge across his cheekbone is not enough deterrent to stop him from kissing her, and it really is like they're sharing oxygen. maybe not fair to imply he's responsible, no, kissing Chrissy feels a bit like learning to breathe all over again, like maybe he just. hasn't been, not really, like his lungs only remembered how to really take air in when it's her that he's breathing in. )
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Date: 2022-09-16 12:31 am (UTC)Very quiet mouth to mouth.
[She breathlessly laughs in between kisses, their breaths mingling as she keeps him held in close with a hand in the back of his hair. It almost feels like too much, having him over her like this, knowing that he loves her in return. There's no way she can get enough of him, absolutely no amount of breathing him in and tasting him as his tongue delves into her mouth will ever be enough. Chrissy is hopelessly addicted to her boy.
And maybe just a little bit hopelessly devoted, too.
Because she sure wouldn't have been this risky with Jason. She never would've smiled like this, never would've given herself so wholly and freely to him. But with Steve, it's easy. It feels natural, like he's become an easy extension of herself. They're not just Chrissy and Steve, they're ChrissyandSteve. Steve and the girl he loves. Chrissy and the man she's going to try and not undress while he's in her room on a school night and her parents are downstairs watching tv.
They both have gone through so much. And she knows that they'll likely face more of the upside down together. How could they not, in a place like Hawkins? But at least they have each other now. And that makes her feel invincible. So maybe that's why her mouth works a trail down along his neck, nipping and sucking to leave marks behind. She can blame that rush of endorphins on why her hands work at the button on his jeans. Really, she hadn't planned on doing more than just kissing. But when you get wrapped up in someone and caught in the moment, hands tend wander and have a mind of their own.]
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Date: 2022-09-17 11:58 pm (UTC)so his intention had been just to kiss the living daylights out of Chrissy Cunningham, honestly. his face is still sore but there's no such thing as too sore to kiss the girl he loves. it's been so long since he could say that. and that Chrissy loves him back only makes it feel even more overwhelming. trying to stay quiet with an ugly stain of purple over his eye is not exactly how Steve intended this confession to go. it's fundamentally far from perfect.
more and more, though, he realizes he doesn't care if it isn't perfect. so what? perfect is painted on, mostly to impress people that won't be satisfied, anyway. Steve doesn't want perfect with Chrissy, he'd rather sloppy and unexpected and messy and spontaneous. love isn't about perfect. Steve doesn't want perfect. he just wants Chrissy.
her fingers are tight in his hair, her body is warm under his. he can feel the thrum of her heartbeat underneath him, every delighted ragged breath she makes. it's dizzying (maybe that's the head injury? no definitely Chrissy). her reaching between them, trying to work open his jeans, doesn't really register as it should. mostly because getting into it and stripping each other is ... pretty normal, if they're in bed together. it's just that it's his bed, usually. or her parents are away for the weekend. not just downstairs! )
Chrissy, ( Steve mumbles, against the sweet pink of her mouth. he doesn't even know what he's asking. is she sure? what is she up to? don't stop? somehow, all of it, at once. )
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Date: 2022-09-28 06:30 am (UTC)Do you want to stop?
[She may be incredibly horny right now, but she's not going to push him into fooling around in her bed if he's not comfortable with it. Then again, she may pout until he gives in and takes off his jeans so she won't have to do it. It's really up in the air how it's going to go.]
Because we can. It's okay.
[Her body, meanwhile, screams that it's not okay. She'll be incredibly frustrated and pressed if it's not okay and she's pressing for too much. Maybe he'll feel the need to run off and leave her here hot and bothered and all alone. It probably would serve her right. She can't help herself though. She always wants him, and she knows they're both riding high on declarations of love.]
I mean —
[She pauses, stealing a couple of kisses. Just little pecks, one that smack loudly in the quiet of her bedroom.]
I want to keep going. But we can stop.
[Obviously.]
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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. )