(Nancy Wheeler just doubting him all over the place!! Steve can't say no to me! Steve couldn't possibly have sexy payback for slutty candy cane consumption!!! girlie, you got a big storm comin'. a horny storm. thank god this goddamn slow curse is about to end. )
You're acting like that wouldn't do it for me but unzipping you out of a Christmas onesie is not as unsexy as it should be right now.
( mostly because she'd be laughing and a little pink because she'd be embarrassed and FRANKLY a onesie is just one long zipper and then she's mostly naked that's some pretty easy access actually?? okay no horny brain is just taking over he should not be into onesies )
Nance. 200 people live in Amboy, tops. I'm not sure they'd even have a room to rent. And you saying shit like I can't wait 45 minutes without climbing all over you is not really helping on the sit here and make booty call plans front, actually. At all. ...What if we go to the quarry before we hit the road? Like we used to.
( there's only so much they can get up to in his back seat, especially when they don't have the cover of darkness. but surely enough to last to somewhere that isn't "Circus Central", Peru, IN. )
You're trying to tell me that you think me sitting on your passenger side wearing a onesie would be just as distracting as if I wore tiny shorts? Really?
And I'm just being honest! Realistic, even. Practical. Which is why I'm saying now that while parking at the quarry first sounds good in theory? The reality is that my impulse control is truly at its lowest right now, and I would really rather not live in a world where Officer Callahan knows what my boobs look like just because someone tipped him off about a steamed-up car being parked there.
Let's not go that far. ( he's got some passionate feelings about Nancy in tiny shorts and a cute Christmas onesie won't change that. )
I'm just saying it's not a complete turn off. That's all. You'd be cozy. I like you cozy. And one zip is all it takes? I could pull it down fast so I could see you and put my mouth on you Or take it slow to drive you crazy. Get you to say my name all sharp and needy and
( he is NOT having a sexual fantasy about Nancy in ZIP UP PAJAMAS RN this cannot be real life )
( reaching under doesn't seem like it'll cut it, though. the more they discuss this bootycall the harder it is to be objective about his self control. )
Listen, Nance, I'm game on for this 4pm bootycall. Wherever you want. Whenever you want. Except not whenever because that's not soon enough, and I'm still thinking about fingering you in a onesie and I know I said we needed to forget about it. Clearly that didn't work.
[ things nancy wheeler will never be forgetting ever: the way steve harrington's imagination just went BONKERS thinking about her in a onesie. footie pajamas!! goodness. she didn't actually need more proof that they're in the same ridiculously thirsty boat, but that managed to squash absolutely any doubt she might've had left about it, yep! ]
I'm genuinely so sorry to ruin the moment, but I don't actually own a onesie. Although I do have a few solid ideas for potential future birthday surprises for you now.
But okay okay okay okay! Let's do it, let's make the drive to Indy. We can do it. Right? I think we can. Even if we end up pulling over a handful of times just to make out, it still counts! Because you're right, it'll be worth it. A room to ourselves, no interruptions. Room service! I might not be able to make any of your onesie-related fantasies a reality yet, but I promise to pack my coziest nightgown.
I really wish that would ruin the moment, Nancy. Shit.
( he doesn't actually need a onesie to exist to have dirty fantasies about Nancy in one, apparently, so that's great! not embarrassing, or anything, at all. if there was ever a fantasy he could have kept to himself, it would be unzipping Nancy out of a onesie. but like, in a sexy way.
he feels more than a little ridiculous. but it fades away with the agreement to sneak off. and nancy's comfiest nightgown. that doesn't do it for him in a horny way so much as a warm-and-fuzzy, good god this is the girl of his dreams and she's just so damn adorable sort of way. )
Yeah. Let's go. We can make it. On three makeout breaks or less, I bet. Because as much as you crawling on top of me in the back seat is Yeah great it's a great mental image, wow, not complaining about it at all whatsoever A room to ourselves and the good part of a weekend and a bed? Can I emphasize a bed, plenty of room, no need to rush anything? It'll be worth it. Can I emphasize how soon to your 4PM call time I want this to happen? As in how fast can you be ready because we should go nowish. As soon to nowish as we can manage.
I probably shouldn't find that so endearing, but here I am.
And I've been contemplating and rationalizing this 4pm booty call for almost 45 minutes now, I can absolutely be ready by the time you're ready and pulling up to the house.
You better mean that, Wheeler, because you'd be astonished how fast I can doubletime it to your place on a holy bootycall mission. Not to mention we're on a time crunch here and we've got an hour and a half on the road, easy, if I'm not gonna hammer the gas at all.
( spoiler: he will probably speed a little. JUST a lITTLE. for a good cause!! )
NO you need to drive safe! Don't you dare doubletime it!! I know how long it should take to get here! Plus, don't you need to pack a go bag? You shouldn't rush that either! Don't forget your toothbrush. And extra socks. And at least 2-3 shirts, because I will definitely be stealing your clothes this weekend.
You are not seriously worried about how many socks I'll have right now.
( SOCKS ARE NOT SEXY. NANCY. YOU KNOW WHAT IS SEXY??? making it to your fuck date quickly and getting laid for the first time in months!!! Steve was going to happily pack the bare minimum. clothes on his back. and now she's going to trigger his clothes sharing kink without warning? what the hell. she was here when he was going nuts over her in a onesie, right? bringing up clothes sharing is almost too much. )
I feel like the point is we won't be wearing that many clothes. I'm not gonna overdo the packing. 2-3 shirts, I will do, if only because I want to be able to take one off of you.
I'm not worried!! I'm just reminding you. You'll thank me later when you're not putting on dirty socks before we make the drive home.
[ but she does take an "oh, that's true. huh!" moment, because it's actually very possible that in her effort to stay focused, she accidentally zeroed in on the fact that they're driving to indy for the weekend, but not why they're driving to indy for the weekend. but part of planning to stay overnight anywhere is knowing what they'll lounge around in, right? steve's shirts are the best loungewear, as far as she's concerned.
... so she might have a clothes sharing kink, too, the more she thinks about it. because the appeal isn't just that his clothes are more comfortable, it's that they're his. and! he's about to pick something for her to wear. which is also doing something for her. huh. ]
That's the spirit! You should pick one that you'll have fun taking off of me before fucking me, one you'll love seeing me keep on while you're fucking me, and one I can wear when we go out shopping.
Socks are cheap. I could buy socks. The last thing on my mind right now is socks.
( especially with the when you're fucking me so liberally sprinkled into the chat. would it help to jack off once before he gets in the car? is that cheating? fuck. fuck! )
Nancy. I love you. But if you don't knock it off with the fuck me talk, I'm gonna need a cold shower before we hit the road. And that's adding extra minutes between right now and when that fucking you can actually happen.
[ aha. so like! so like. she knew she would be pushing some particular buttons with the way she worded that text, that might have been the goal there, but the L bomb is- mostly unexpected. 100% unexpected in the moment, although that could be cut by half if she was thinking about it in the broader sense. and maybe part of it is the context, but unexpected or not, the way she's taking a second to read that over a few times isn't out of any kind of panic. hopefully she'll realize how a pause in conversation after his last text might come off in a very different way than she'd like it to, but she's too caught up in it for now.
it turns out she happens to really like reading those words, in a text from steve harrington, specifically. she might still be trying to play it safe in that regard, take it slow in her own way, but the way i love you, too is right there on the tips of her fingers, ready to be typed, is certainly a sign, right? ]
That just makes me want to find a dozen more reasons to keep doing it, you know that, right? But I'll behave. For now.
[ ... look she doesn't want to just skip on by it, but......... she also really likes knowing she can still rile him up just as much as she used to, just by running her mouth, or when she'd do things like wear his shirts to school or leave a mildly scandalous note in his locker. that's fun, too. she can address the casual ily once they can actually talk in person! maybe. just- not yet, not right now. ]
Luckily for you, it's ridiculously cold outside, so you might not even need to take a cold shower. Five minutes waiting for your car to warm up might do the trick. You'll survive.
( if it makes Nancy feel better, he wasn't really thinking about it. clearly! i love you, in the chat, before they've gotten past the take-it-slow speedbump. i love you, before they even had sex again? i love you, when they've barely been together again a few weeks?
yikes! he knows better! or he would know better. when his brain is working better. when it isn't running on fumes, emergency functions only, because all of his braincells are fixated on Nancy in his shirt, her arms around him and his fingers in his hair. the sounds she'll make when he's inside her. how good it will be after all this time, thinking about it and wanting it.
when he's thinking clearly, it's obviously not something he should say, out loud. not because it isn't true — maybe it's never stopped being true. but considering they broke up because of an i love you (unsaid, maybe, but still), it's definitely something that requires caution. and not horny brain begging for mercy so he doesn't have to take a cold shower like he's thirteen again.
he notices when there's a sudden gap between messages, of course. no need to stand outside in the relative cold, that's a shock enough to the system that he is no longer running on caveman mode. and it is pretty easy to guess what went wrong. Steve is not the one to overthink, usually. but in the space between answers he tries to come up with a convincing jk and none of them hit right. fuck. FUCK! triple fuck, even. what the hell is wrong with him?
and then Nancy answers. and just veers around it, like she didn't notice? well that doesn't make sense. but she doesn't mention it, so, it seems like an olive branch. an unspoken truce — no ilu talk yet. look, that's fine! he can do that. ...probably. shit. note to self, no casually mentioning l-o-v-e when begging Nancy not to give him a hard on when they've got an hour and a half drive ahead of them. or any other time, actually! no l-o-v-e at all. give it a few months. a year? he has no idea, JUST NOT RIGHT GODDAMN NOW. he's so relieved that she answered that he doesn't even care that the lack of response is, uh, a little uncomfortable. in that it wouldn't be the first time he said it, and she didn't.
nope, he's not thinking about this. moving on. )
I'll survive. You've got less than 45 minutes before I'm at your door, Nancy Wheeler. You better be ready, or the cold shower is happening at your place.
Wow, wait, you think we should shower here first..? Gee. I mean, that seems a little ambitious for our second first time? But why not, right?? Let's go for it.
( damn it, nancy, he wanted it to be a fomo THREAT!!! if she needs more time to pack, she can do it knowing he's butt ass naked in her shower!! but they both know she's 100% correct and if she wanted in she'd be in. )
Look, if that's how you want it to go down, I am so far from stopping you. You're the one who'd have to explain it to your mom after.
I know, I know. But you're amazing, so I think it all balances out.
Hmmmm, maybe another time. I've already got my heart set on well, a lot of ideas that fall under the category of things you told me not to talk about yet. 🤐 😇 I'll be ready in 20, okay? Drive safe. ♥
[ which in nancy time is closer to 30, but she knows that he knows that. ]
[ believe it or not, nancy did get ready in twenty ( thirty ) minutes. the main reason why is obvious, she's not feeling all that shy about her excitement, but the second reason why is because she knew these weren't the type of plans she could casually inform her mother about as she's on her way out the door, and she'd rather not sign steve up for the rapid-fire question session that she knows she's in for. although her story is pretty straight forward - that while it started as a necessary trip for last-minute christmas shopping ( or.. whatever... ), they decided to just spend the weekend there. they deserved some time away from hawkins! without traveling too far. close enough that they could get back home quickly enough, if something comes up ( please don't let anything come up ). she promised she'd call from whichever hotel they decide to check into, make smart choices ( that one is accompanied by a smirky smile from karen that makes nancy roll her eyes and laugh ), stick together. it's the big city, after all. better safe than sorry.
her mom absolutely does not need to know that she doesn't need to worry too much, since their actual plans don't require them leaving the room all that often, no.
it wasn't long before steve pulled up, rang the doorbell, poked his head in to give her mom a quick 'hello', took her bag to bring it to the car, all very gentlemanly. she thought his calm, cool, and collected composure was impressive, considering she was kind of the opposite, practically buzzing with anticipation, and not just because her horny imagination was in overdrive. as soon as the door shut behind them, she grabbed his hand to tug him back, "wait, c'mere." they were in a sort of blind spot, this close to the door, so she gripped the front of his coat with both hands so she could drag him down for a kiss. and it wasn't exactly scandalous or anything, but. well. she might have been feeling some kind of way about that l-o-v-e slip, but didn't know how to put it into words. so she kissed him the same way she would have if that slip was in person, instead of in a text, because she just- she needed him to know she didn't dodge it just to ignore it. that she wants to say it, when the time comes, when she's shaken off the last of whatever this weird headspace is, that jonathan left her in. and if the way she kissed him didn't get her point across, hopefully the way she smiled up at him after gave him at least some clue.
and as predicted, once they're headed off on their way, nancy only lasted about ten minutes after they were out of hawkins before she was reaching for him. his hand first, very sweet, linking their fingers together and angling herself towards him so she could watch him while they talked, or while they sang along when a catchy tune came on the radio. well, while steve sang, and nancy occasionally joined in on the chorus. when she wiggled her fingers free in favor of reaching over to skim her nails along the back of his neck and up into his hair, she ended up fighting with the seatbelt for all of two seconds before just unbuckling it, scooting to sit closer to the side of her seat, closer to him. when they hit an open stretch of road with at least a mile between them and any other cars, she took that as heer cue to lean over to nose at his jaw, kiss his neck, and told him to pull over. ( she thinks it's pretty noteworthy that they only pulled over two more times after that, before they were finally in indy, in an incredible display of restraint. )
they pulled into a lot that was way too expensive to keep the car there overnight, but it was directly across from the hotel they picked purely based on the fact that it was close to the exit ramp they just pulled off of. they requested a room with one bed ( king size! ) and nancy barely managed to wait for the receptionist to hand back her "for emergencies ONLY" credit card before she grabbed their room key in one hand, and steve's hand in the other, tugging him along to the nearest elevator. it was probably for the best that they only had the the cart to themselves for the first two floors before they had company for the rest, because otherwise she's pretty sure she wouldn't have had the willpower to wait until they got to their room before tugging at his clothes. or her own. both.
nance was pretty confident they were on the same page up until that point, but it was proven true once she barely managed to drop her bag on the floor and reach to slide the bolt lock of their hotel door into place, before steve's arms were around her middle to spin her around, just so he could sweep her off her feet. although it was less in a disney princess moment way, and more of a.. his hands braced under her thighs to help her jump up and hold onto him by guiding them to settle on either side of his hips, followed by his grip moving from her thighs to her ass, and hers moving to sink into his hair, as he carried her over to the bed... way.
and holy shit, maybe they weren't insane to stick to keeping things slow for as long as they did, because making out with him with the specific plan to not cut things short before they go too far? pretty fucking awesome. because she loves kissing steve harrington, it's easily one of her favorite pastimes. they're good at this part, really good at it. which is probably why they spent a good while doing it before rushing along to anything else, despite their excitement to get there. but it was once they were both undressed and things start to move ahead from making out and feeling each other up, that things started to feel off, in a way. not a horrible way! not even in an altogether bad way. but in a noticeable way.
almost like- like they were trying to do a puzzle that they've done together about a hundred times already, except some of the pieces were missing, and it was getting tougher to get the rest of it right. not all of them were missing, they weren't that off kilter, but it was enough to make them both laugh when something that used to work ( right? didn't that use to work? ) seems silly, or leaves one of them trying and failing to get comfortable, followed by a rushed apology from the other. and luckily, it's easy enough to use making out as a way to ease into a sort of reset, rewind, try again. but this time, when nancy rolls them over with the plan to straddle his hips and crowd into his space to make out with him again, she only gets as far as sitting low on his hips ( she can feel him pressed against her ass, hard, and she has to squeeze her eyes shut and take a breath to stop herself from lifting up so she can sink right back down again with him buried inside her because maybe they just need to skip ahead to shake off this sort of frantic, nervous energy?? but no! no. focus focus focus. ), before she sort of just... pauses, pushing a hand through her messy curls, and stopping him with an easy press of her fingertips to his chest when he tries to sit up. ]
Wai-wai-wait, m'okay, I just need a sec. [ she smiles, breathless and a little embarrassed, because... maybe it's just her? maybe he's feeling totally cool and fine with what they've gotten up to so far. which she's obviously hoping isn't the case, because that means they might have a problem, but no. no way. he's feeling it too, she knows it. and it's ridiculous, because even just watching him right now, and the way he's watching her right back, and how his chest moving under her palm as he catches his breath too, with his messy hair and kiss-bitten lips and the beginnings of a hickey she got too impatient to follow through with right above his collar bone, and literally everything else about him, is enough to drive her completely fucking insane because ] You're so hot, holy shit. [ but instead of letting that distract her from why she hit pause in the first place, she lifts herself up and tips her weight to one side, dropping with a small bounce to sit on the bed instead. and she doesn't move away at all from there, even her leg is still settled across his torso, but she does reach for his hand so she can hold it in both of hers, ducking down to press kisses to his knuckles, too.
which probably seems a little weird at first, she knows, but the reasoning behind it makes itself known pretty quickly, when she keeps her lips pressed to the back of his hand like that could actually hide the way she's starting to giggle. it doesn't work, of course, like... at all. although she still keeps her face tucked against his fingers anyway, even as she laughs and laughs and laughs ]
So- Look, I think we both knew that I was going to be a little out of practice, and I'll own up to that, but [ she's laughing at her own joke before she even makes it, yes, cheeks burning up ] what's your excuse, Harrington?
( it's not just her. Steve is more than aware that this is not as seamless as he would have liked it to be. it's ... maybe whoever said that there could be too much of a good thing had a point. which sounds insane, how could he ever have too much of Nancy Wheeler? he's been daydreaming of being with her again for longer than he can really admit to himself. and now they are! and they're past the carefully metered amounts of affection. no more slow and steady and not too fast and focus on feelings, first. it's not like wanting her is gone, now that he can actually have her. in fact it's almost a little overwhelming, how much he wants her. so much he doesn't know where to start. how to touch her first. he is both intently aware of how she reacts to anything he does, and instantaneously easily lost in how good things feel. he can't commit to anything in his desperation to have everything. things that used to work either don't or seem to be surprising instead of sexy. is it because she doesn't like it anymore, when his thumb tilts into her mouth? or when his teeth tighten at her bare hipbone? or is it just that it's been so long since he (or anyone) touched her there, it's startling instead of arousing? it's impossible to tell.
so it's. awkward. really awkward! what the hell is wrong with him? this isn't exactly an area he's used to fumbling in. not with Nancy, not really with any other girl he's been with. so what is his excuse, exactly?
his head drops on the mattress, hair already destroyed from Nancy putting a fist in it. that happened somewhere on the interstate, even. pretty sure the check in lady hadn't looked at him so much as she'd stared at his obvious sex-mussed hair. and they hadn't even had sex, that's the worst part! Nancy is trying not to laugh and failing miserably, hiding it behind the back of his hand instead of hers. which is not very effective, since he can feel the huff of breath against his skin. he's a little embarrassed and a lot frustrated, squinting his eyes closed for a moment. like he's in a time out and some coach in the back of his brain is shouting plays and he's just trying to keep up. )
Hey. I'm rusty, too. ( it's... well, it hasn't been 17 (...18??? ? ? oh god, is it closer to 19? 20 now?) months for him, but, he hasn't been seeing anyone since his ill-fated night with Brenda. and they didn't exactly fool around after that basketball game. the compliment sinks in a few sentences late, tugs down the frustrated glower into something softer. a stupid little hint of a smile, and jesus he shouldn't be that easy, huh? but considering there's still a bakers dozen bat bite scars all over him like the world's ugliest racing stripes, that Nancy can manage to call him hot without a pause or hesitation, like there's a little caveat in there somewhere? really does it for him, actually.
Steve pulls his hand from where it's twined in her hands, spreads it instead against one of her bare breasts. tweaks her nipple in the world's worst punishment, propping himself up on an elbow and looking down at Nancy's flushed skin and focusing on they were really here, somehow, instead of getting lost in the flurry of needing and wanting her so much he's out of his goddamn mind. ) My excuse? You're laughing. All these goddamn giggles, Nance, what if my dick gets shy?
( he's full of it, somehow the giggles have done nothing at all to turn him off. she's not laughing at him, she's just so ridiculously happy. even though he's totally fumbling in the endzone, over here. he can't be that mad at a few giggles, he just can't. he'll still attempt to guilt her about it, though. not that the guilt trip lands very when when he leans down to kiss her again a second after. even though they've kissed so many times already he's lost count. his lips are sore, hinting towards bruising at being a little too greedy with putting his mouth on hers. it doesn't help find direction in how to seal the deal, here, but it doesn't hurt either. kissing her is a good safety in the storm, to focus up. manage a little more honest answer to the question. Steve can't manage to pull properly back to say it, though that might be more of a reluctance to look her in the eye thing. ) It's not our first. But it is. You know? I don't... I want it to be good.
( perfect is a pretty high bar. but good? that's fair. that's not shooting too far. good. nothing to regret, if it's good. it's gotta at least be good. )
[ she is watching him closely at first, even if she hasn't stopped giggling, because she's pretty confident he won't take her amusement as an actual insult, but she still needs to be sure. she's ready to immediately squash any sign of that very subtle, but somehow still almost squirming discomfort he's gotten very good at quickly covering up before anyone notices it. she's pretty sure it's kind of like how she tends to flinch ( or.. wince ) when someone starts flirting with a topic she'd rather not talk about. a not-so-little, low-key-high-key tell.
luckily it seems she's in the clear, though she can't help the look she gives him when he insists that he's rusty too, because... really? but he doesn't give her too long too dwell on it, or even comment on it, because- well, she's pretty sensitive everywhere at the moment? so when he takes his hand back to deliver that ruthless punishment, her laugh peters off into a sound that's slightly pouty, before she even manages the expression to go with it.
... only for it to bubble up into another laugh. she was already shifting closer to him as soon as he started to sit up, though the hand she braced on his hip to help her get there suddenly has a goal, once he brought up how her giggling might affect him. ]
Hm? Oh, I really don't think we need to be worried about that. [ not that her hand ever reaches that goal, because he kisses her first, and maybe later on in their weekend getaway she'll remember how to multitask? but right now her ability to feel him up with any sense of direction has been shoved to the back burner, in favor of kissing him back in a way that's very deliberately soft. it's a complete contradiction to how she's kissed him up until this point - like she had been actively chasing that tingling, bruised feeling on her lips at the start ( she definitely was ) - but she doesn't want to rush by this one. and it just so happens to work in his favor that she hasn't decided she's quite done kissing him yet even once he adds on that last thought, so she tips her head to the side to kiss the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, instead of settling back again. ]
But it is, in a way. I get what you mean. I definitely get it. [ she picks her head up again, perfectly poised for another smooch, but she brushes her nose against his instead, like maybe nuzzling him will help her get a better handle on how keyed-up she is right now. ... it doesn't really work, but... an effort was made, and she thinks that's what's important. ] It will be good, though. I know it. I promise. [ when she does sit back again, she scoots up towards the headboard, then she reaches up to nudge his shoulder, wanting him to lay back again basically so she can stretch out and slink up along his side until she's basically draped over him completely, except for the way she's positioned her forearm on the bed to hold herself up over him. ] Now you know I would never, ever tell you to go easy on me, or go slower, because that's the last thing I want. Please don't do that. [ she grins, leaning up to nuzzle his cheek before pressing a kiss there. her hand slides from its spot mid-torso up to his collarbones so she can trace her fingers along both of them, back and forth. ] But- I might need a second to, mm, get used to things again? How good it feels, how good you feel, like, your hands. Just about anywhere, to be honest. Like... I do still like it when you touch my lips. Love it, actually. It just feels really good, almost too good, so it was hard to stay still. [ she's back to pressing kisses along the back of his jaw, then up a little higher, so she can catch his earlobe between her teeth. ] So just... don't give me a chance to get shy, yeah? I trust you. And I promise not to be shy if I don't like something. But I doubt we'll run into anything like that.
( it is different when she kisses him, this time around. sweeter, softer. a little less manic and spastic, not that either of those things were bad. it feels a little safer to make a confession like that in a sprinkling of sweet as sugar kisses. Steve doesn't. love. being vulnerable. who the fuck does! is he better at it, than he used to be? yes! does he enjoy crawling into his brain meat and admitting some part of him is still a little horrifically terrified that he's going to fuck this up somehow? no, not at all. so a storm of sweet little nothing presses of her lips makes it a little easier.
I really don't think we have to be worried about that. he's probably going to still worry about it, at least a little bit. that's a small relief that Nancy isn't worried, though.
she nuzzles up against his face like a needy cat and Steve huffs a laugh, hand reaching up to curve around her jaw to stroke the overheated apple of her cheek with her thumb. he's strangely lost in how to Do This, which isn't really the Steve Harrington MO. it's just there's no How To Rekindle With Your First Love, For Dummies. and even if there was there wouldn't be a chapter on how to navigate around shared trauma and dead best friends in alternate universe versions of your pool. he used to know the deal. how to be romantic. how to be flirty, how to hit the right tone, how to be charming and smarmy and get what he wanted. if they were just trying to fuck around, here, he knows all the beats to that particular venture.
it's just... different. with Nancy. it has always been different, with Nancy.
nuzzling does, and doesn't, help with how keyed up and everything everywhere all at once he's feeling right now. the reassurance helps, even if it isn't exactly a cure all for fixing it. Nancy shifts away and not really knowing the Plan, it is just gut instinct to audibly voice his discontent. moan and whine like a kid that got refused the treat they didn't actually deserve. it is a lot to commit to, following her lead. slowing down. though, they kept veering too fast in less than ideal directions, so, maybe this is better. a clear and concise picture of what Nancy wants, that's better too. Steve scooches back the distance she put in, keeping his head on the mattress and focusing on her words instead of her skin for about two seconds. he can do that. ) Shy, ( Steve repeats, somewhat incredulous. his breath might hitch, just a little, at the knick of Nancy's teeth. ) I don't get how the most beautiful girl in the world could get shy.
( maybe that might come across as a line. it's been used as one, probably before the dawn of time, douchebags were using that one. Steve really does mean it, though. some things change, and sometimes things stay exactly the same. Nancy's hair is shorter, the skin under her eyes is a little darker, the lines by her mouth tilt downward like she's spent more of her life worried than smiling. but she's still the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. no contest, it's not even fair really.
Steve's listening, though, he is. don't let her get shy. give her time to adjust to how things feel. his adam's apple bobs at the wildly hot breath curling around his ears as the cords in his throat tighten at the thousandth pang of wet hot want tingling through every inch of him, pulsing in his desperate dick. it's that easy, Nancy's breath in his ear. ) F-fingers. We. Could. Do fingers. First. ( inside of her, wrapped around him, see where that leads them. faster, or slower, more, or less, just some relief to clear their heads? doesn't matter how it ends up, more that it is a place to start. when there's so many ways he wants her it really does feel impossible to just pick one. )
[ for all her talk, nancy isn't actually super confident in her ability to keep this up for very long. the whole... not exactly slowing things down, but dialing back and trying to put a little more thought into it- thing? it's taking a lot of effort as it is, because her arousal is kind of making her feel like a live-wire, buzzing and hyperaware and hypersensitive and god she already wants to go back to trying to just rush through the stumbling and climb back up onto his lap so she can feel the perfect way he fills her when bottomed out like now, because she's already feeling so damn out of her mind, and she thinks she's probably ready for that. y'know, physically. maybe? like, maybe she can handle the stretch of him easier than she used to. they won't know unless she tries, right?? ... no, contrary to what her mother's saucy novels suggest, ( what? she was curious. ) rushing to sit on his dick and grind herself on him until the stretch feels more sexy than ouchie really only works out in the moment. and considering the whole plan is to make a weekend of this, she'd rather not leave herself feeling sore so early on. so! she can wait. she can.
... although really, the fact that steve might actually be struggling with it even more is definitely making it easier for her, in a way. which might sound mean, but she's pretty sure that's just how they work, when it comes to this. although right now it's less of a push-pull, and more like there's a scale that's determined to stay balanced, or something. or maybe it's just that she likes feeling like she's in control sometimes. either one.
and it does sound like a line, but some part of her knows it's not, so the smile she presses against his neck is as genuine as anything else she's feeling right now. that wasn't quite what she meant when she brought up feeling shy, but she's not about to point that out. she can feel his pulse thrumming under her tongue as she gives him a slow kiss there, biting down and sucking just barely long enough to leave a light mark, for now, before sitting up over him again, palm flat to his chest now, fingers tapping out a little pattern. ]
Oh, I mean, I'll- definitely need that first. Your fingers? Um. Yes. [ she's actually super frustrating that she can feel her cheeks grow hot in a way that obviously has nothing to do with how turned on she is. so embarrassing. she shifts against him, hiking her knee up higher so her thigh is crossed over his at a higher point, slowly, considering it puts her knee in range of his dick and that's not exactly the vibe she wants to set for this weekend, no. she kisses him again, smiling against his lips ] But you sound so tortured, baby. It's not at the thought of my tiny hands, is it? That it won't be enough until I'm ready for you? [ her smile turns goofy, although she at least manages to keep her laughter just in her tone. she's positive it's not actually a concern he has, considering she's pretty aware of how much he likes having her small hands on him. particularly there. and honestly, she does, too. ] Because it will be, I promise. [ she sits up more as lifts her hand off his chest, blushing more, somehow, though she still refuses to look away even as she licks up along the flats of her index and middle fingers. then takes them both in her mouth, getting them more wet that way. she knows it's not nearly enough to help with what's... definitely going to be a dry handjob to start, but! she knows it's going to add to how it feels now that she's reaching down his body to teasingly run her fingertips down his length, with a slow teasing rub just under the head, first. she grins ( just grins, there were no embarrassing whimpers or grunts accompanying it ) when she feels his cock jump towards her hand, then presses it down against him then with her full palm ] I promise.
( not what she meant? well, fine. he's doing his best with the three braincells that are still holding on, here. to Steve, it makes complete sense. Nancy has often been a little shy in her own skin, like they can't want each other too much. it had been a slow progression, to get her more comfortable about kissing in the halls at school, to experimenting more with how they touched each other. hell, the first time he got to second base Nancy had laid back in bed perfectly still, like it was a completely solo endeavor to have a boy's hand up her shirt. even when she got bolder about what she wanted and how often she wanted it, she could occasionally get in her head about it. like wanting and needing too much might be somehow inappropriate.
probably, her boyfriend standing around as his knucklehead friends tagged the theater with how slutty she was, didn't help a lot in Nancy feeling self assured in her sexual desires.
they're not at the same place they used to be, though. and understanding exactly where they are now isn't as easy as a paint by numbers, either. Nancy's so familiar, under his hands. it's nostalgic and reassuring, all at once. and yet she's different, too — breasts a little more full, definitely more sensitive. her thighs are fuller, more muscular, which is super goddamn sexy, actually. he's been thinking about them pressed at his ears since about the time Nancy showed up for Saturday morning hangover cartoons in the world's tiniest sleep shorts, even though they were definitely supposed to just be platonic friends back then. he remembers her and he's relearning her, all at once.
back in the day, they used to have about three consistent positions, and most of them involved Nancy underneath him. and while missionary is never gonna be a bad choice, it's a little exciting that this Nancy is more self assured. nipping at his neck and spreading her leg over his thighs, licking her palm and staring him dead in the eye as she reaches between them to touch his cock.
not for the first time, to be fair. she'd had her hands so vigorously in his pants the second they got in the door they'd been at imminent risk of zipper burn. the touch hadn't been bad, just sort of like throwing gas on a fire that was already kinda out of control. this was better, somehow. stoking the flames, sure, but not wildly out of hand. she's maybe talking too much, if she expects him to keep up and be funny and flirty about it. ) Baby, ( Steve says, dazedly, hands landing on Nancy's thighs and shifting to her ass to heft her more completely in his lap, because that's just easier. no, he's not going to be inside her, yet. but despite the risk of getting in each other's way, they're closer. so of course Steve prefers it. )
Yeah, I'm tortured. Not by your hands, mmmmmmnope your hands are good. ( his hips are shifting toward the shallow strokes of her palm around his dick, which is perfect confirmation of his words. as if the moan mid sentence hadn't been obvious enough. ) Tortured is right, though. Do you... fuck. Do you know how hard it is not to come right now? Just like this, in your tiny, perfect h-hand. ( and hopefully she realizes why that would be bad. there's so many better ways for him to come, as much as he likes her hand that's not where he wants to finish, and he's so tweaked out and desperate it feels like maybe that's all it will take.
so, in the interest of giving her what she needs (she did say that, right? he's pretty sure, it was just before she called him baby and his brain fizzled out for about 15 straight seconds), his knuckles walk up the inside of her thigh and his fingers trace through her folds. he needs to soak up every inch of her arousal to help the first finger slip inside of her. and even that is tormenting, feeling her tight and clenched around him. tormenting, but empowering too. because she's so hot and wet and desperate for him, and the reminder of that makes him mouthy (as it usually does). ) Wanting you this bad is torture. Yeah. Isn't it? That it's my finger inside you, and not my cock?
[ steve moves her and her laugh sounds more like a moan than she meant it to, but she's not too worried about it. for now, her hand is firmly planted in the pillow behind his head, just for the sake of having some control of her position over him, making sure she doesn't shove her shoulder in the way of either one of them being able to reach between them. luckily it doesn't take much effort to shift her weight so they don't actually end up getting in each other's way, either. not yet, at least, while she's still focused on it. it feels good, holding herself up over him like this.
for the obvious reasons, but partly because... in the past, she was always pretty quick to hide her face against his chest, or his neck, behind her own hands, or the bend of her elbow- sometimes even pressing her forehead to his was a way of hiding, like maybe it was too much, watching him when they were fooling around. especially if he was watching her right back. but now it seems she's ditched that habit. not that her eyes have been fully focused on his this whole time, but she's definitely watching. and she can't exactly do that if she's settled on top of him completely. just... mostly.
it's sort of impossible not to clock the effort it's taking for him to talk to her, and it probably shouldn't make her smile, because that's probably rude, and it definitely should make her laugh, but it sounds like more of a breathy grunt than anything humorous, so. joke's actually on her? still, while she had been moving her hand in time with the movement of his hips up until that point, he mentions the threat of coming like this, and that has her grip tightening fast as she shakes her head, hums an ] Nhn-hnn. [ of protest, followed by a whispered, rushed, but very sincere plea of ] No, no, no, don't, don't come. [ she huffs, then shifts up to kiss him again, which just has her talking against his lips when she doesn't pull away to add ] That's not where I want you to come.
[ so, she's obviously aware that talking about him coming in any context is dirty, but somehow she didn't anticipate how dirty it would feel saying that, specifically, which is why she ends up making what could only be described as a panicked whine before she presses her lips against his in a nope, we're not talking again yet type of kiss, immediately after. it's actually barely a kiss, at first. she may as well have been pressing her palm against his mouth- she's just not letting him talk. but eventually she eases off with a sigh, kissing him softly, but still pretty damn filthy because eventually is when she feels his hand between her thighs, and oh-
fuck.
silly her for thinking she really was going to keep any real sense of control right now, just because she happened to start giving him a handy before he did. wow. who knew she could be so completely delusional?
she leans down to rest her forehead against his, and this time it's still not in an attempt to hide. it's honestly just self preservation, because the press of his palm against her once he slides his finger inside of her is, embarrassingly, more than enough to make properly holding herself up over him nearly impossible. ]
Yeah. [ she nods, kisses him again ] Fuck, yes, it is. I- I want it so fucking bad, Steve. [ she's moving her hand on him again, at least, slower, but with a grip that's a little tighter, and definitely distracted. she's just clearly paying more attention to his hand than hers now.] Can't yet, though. Still too tight. Right? [ look, she knew that was dirty too, but it's true, okay! and it's not really rude of her to smile this time, but she still tries to hide it by nipping at his bottom lip instead of lifting up so he can see it. although she's pretty sure he probably felt her smiling against his mouth first, yeah ] Don't get me off like this either, yeah? I want you to- oh, [ she squirms a bit, inching onto her knees a little more ] The first time you make me come has to be on your cock. Please?
( it's becoming a very clear thing, that moving Nancy around — in the middle of sex or just in the middle of making out — really does something for her. Steve is pretty sure that's a new-ish thing, or, a thing that has only gotten more potent over time. she used to smack at him for lifting her around at school, but, it was a smack-then-kiss sort of thing, so it was pretty apparent she didn't hate it or anything. still, there just wasn't that much lifting and moving her around. he's stronger now, and more importantly more confident. demanding, even. if he wants her up and over or under then it is just easier to grab her and put her there. it is not as if Nancy won't do the same, in different ways. pushing him down or dragging him around by his hair. it's just a delightful bonus that Nancy seems to enjoy when he moves her around so much.
her palm being tighter might not be better, on the desperately trying for this not to be over too soon front? only, at the same time, it is better. it's not like he hasn't gotten off since Nancy Wheeler. he has. it's not even as if he hasn't had someone else jack him off, either. mostly it's been him touching himself, which isn't quite the same — frankly, none of the girls he saw about as long as it took to fool around didn't feel half as overwhelming as this does, either. it shouldn't feel so much different, like it has been so absolutely excruciatingly long, since somebody else has touched him like that. and yet it does. he can jack off multiple times a day and it still doesn't feel as good as Nancy does, palm soft and fingers curved just right around him as she works him, shaft to not quite the tip. Steve groans a desperate and delighted noise, all at once, shifting up to kiss her and finding he can't quite reach her the way he wants, so he falls back again disappointed. okay, one flaw to having Nancy on top of him like this. she's a lot harder to reach, as far as kisses are concerned. )
See? Torture. Fucking... goddamn torture. ( he laughs, though, so, how torturous can it really be? no, she's right, in her hand isn't how he wants to finish, either. he's got all sorts of places that'd be better, though deciding between her mouth and buried in her cunt was impossible to pick until she says it, like that. jesus christ. ) I feel it, baby. God you feel so — ( yes, tight, tight is right. more than that though. for all their fumbling and occasional headbutting, it isn't that they've completely lost the mood. she's wet and vibrant under his fingers, coats his knuckles as they sink and stretch inside her. he knows she wants it, there's not a question. )
Not like this, ( Steve agrees, heady, even as he lets his fingers sink a little deeper and spread inside her, just to remind her what it feels like. it's not that he's been doubting, that it's been awhile. he can tell, though, by the way she feels. taking a little more slowly but surely. it almost makes him see stars thinking about what she'll feel like when his cock is inside of her, instead of his fingers. ) Inside you. With you just like this. You're just... ( there's one hand inside of her, sure, but the other aimlessly strokes along her hip and up her side, palm shifting to lay flat against her stomach and trace upwards as he just looks at all the bare skin he has to admire. he's just never gonna get tired of looking at her, apparently. it's been years, and it's still a marvel. maybe the fact it has been years and yet, here they are, makes it even more incredible. she's gotta feel it coming before he says it, and maybe he needs to crack into that thesaurus that Nancy uses for sexting, to find a better word. until then, the one he's got works. ) So goddamn beautiful, Nance.
( again, not being in easy kiss distance is hell. half sitting does mean he can crane forward to press his mouth between her breasts for half a glancing second, before the movement of her hand and his fingers needing to stretch inside of her means he has to fall back again. )
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You're acting like that wouldn't do it for me but unzipping you out of a Christmas onesie is not as unsexy as it should be right now.
( mostly because she'd be laughing and a little pink because she'd be embarrassed and FRANKLY a onesie is just one long zipper and then she's mostly naked that's some pretty easy access actually?? okay no horny brain is just taking over he should not be into onesies )
Nance. 200 people live in Amboy, tops. I'm not sure they'd even have a room to rent.
And you saying shit like I can't wait 45 minutes without climbing all over you is not really helping on the sit here and make booty call plans front, actually. At all.
...What if we go to the quarry before we hit the road? Like we used to.
( there's only so much they can get up to in his back seat, especially when they don't have the cover of darkness. but surely enough to last to somewhere that isn't "Circus Central", Peru, IN. )
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And I'm just being honest! Realistic, even. Practical.
Which is why I'm saying now that while parking at the quarry first sounds good in theory? The reality is that my impulse control is truly at its lowest right now, and I would really rather not live in a world where Officer Callahan knows what my boobs look like just because someone tipped him off about a steamed-up car being parked there.
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I'm just saying it's not a complete turn off. That's all.
You'd be cozy. I like you cozy. And one zip is all it takes?
I could pull it down fast so I could see you and put my mouth on you
Or take it slow to drive you crazy. Get you to say my name all sharp and needy and
( he is NOT having a sexual fantasy about Nancy in ZIP UP PAJAMAS RN this cannot be real life )
Actually, let's forget about the onesie.
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( reaching under doesn't seem like it'll cut it, though. the more they discuss this bootycall the harder it is to be objective about his self control. )
Listen, Nance, I'm game on for this 4pm bootycall. Wherever you want. Whenever you want.
Except not whenever because that's not soon enough, and I'm still thinking about fingering you in a onesie and I know I said we needed to forget about it. Clearly that didn't work.
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I'm genuinely so sorry to ruin the moment, but I don't actually own a onesie.
Although I do have a few solid ideas for potential future birthday surprises for you now.
But
okay
okay okay okay!
Let's do it, let's make the drive to Indy. We can do it. Right? I think we can. Even if we end up pulling over a handful of times just to make out, it still counts! Because you're right, it'll be worth it.
A room to ourselves, no interruptions. Room service!
I might not be able to make any of your onesie-related fantasies a reality yet, but I promise to pack my coziest nightgown.
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( he doesn't actually need a onesie to exist to have dirty fantasies about Nancy in one, apparently, so that's great! not embarrassing, or anything, at all. if there was ever a fantasy he could have kept to himself, it would be unzipping Nancy out of a onesie. but like, in a sexy way.
he feels more than a little ridiculous. but it fades away with the agreement to sneak off. and nancy's comfiest nightgown. that doesn't do it for him in a horny way so much as a warm-and-fuzzy, good god this is the girl of his dreams and she's just so damn adorable sort of way. )
Yeah. Let's go. We can make it. On three makeout breaks or less, I bet.
Because as much as you crawling on top of me in the back seat is
Yeah great it's a great mental image, wow, not complaining about it at all whatsoever
A room to ourselves and the good part of a weekend and a bed? Can I emphasize a bed, plenty of room, no need to rush anything?
It'll be worth it.
Can I emphasize how soon to your 4PM call time I want this to happen? As in how fast can you be ready because we should go nowish. As soon to nowish as we can manage.
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here I am.
And I've been contemplating and rationalizing this 4pm booty call for almost 45 minutes now, I can absolutely be ready by the time you're ready and pulling up to the house.
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( spoiler: he will probably speed a little. JUST a lITTLE. for a good cause!! )
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Plus, don't you need to pack a go bag? You shouldn't rush that either!
Don't forget your toothbrush.
And extra socks.
And at least 2-3 shirts, because I will definitely be stealing your clothes this weekend.
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( SOCKS ARE NOT SEXY. NANCY. YOU KNOW WHAT IS SEXY??? making it to your fuck date quickly and getting laid for the first time in months!!! Steve was going to happily pack the bare minimum. clothes on his back. and now she's going to trigger his clothes sharing kink without warning? what the hell. she was here when he was going nuts over her in a onesie, right? bringing up clothes sharing is almost too much. )
I feel like the point is we won't be wearing that many clothes. I'm not gonna overdo the packing.
2-3 shirts, I will do, if only because I want to be able to take one off of you.
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You'll thank me later when you're not putting on dirty socks before we make the drive home.
[ but she does take an "oh, that's true. huh!" moment, because it's actually very possible that in her effort to stay focused, she accidentally zeroed in on the fact that they're driving to indy for the weekend, but not why they're driving to indy for the weekend. but part of planning to stay overnight anywhere is knowing what they'll lounge around in, right? steve's shirts are the best loungewear, as far as she's concerned.
... so she might have a clothes sharing kink, too, the more she thinks about it. because the appeal isn't just that his clothes are more comfortable, it's that they're his. and! he's about to pick something for her to wear. which is also doing something for her. huh. ]
That's the spirit!
You should pick one that you'll have fun taking off of me before fucking me, one you'll love seeing me keep on while you're fucking me, and one I can wear when we go out shopping.
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( especially with the when you're fucking me so liberally sprinkled into the chat. would it help to jack off once before he gets in the car? is that cheating? fuck. fuck! )
Nancy. I love you. But if you don't knock it off with the fuck me talk, I'm gonna need a cold shower before we hit the road. And that's adding extra minutes between right now and when that fucking you can actually happen.
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it turns out she happens to really like reading those words, in a text from steve harrington, specifically. she might still be trying to play it safe in that regard, take it slow in her own way, but the way i love you, too is right there on the tips of her fingers, ready to be typed, is certainly a sign, right? ]
That just makes me want to find a dozen more reasons to keep doing it, you know that, right?
But I'll behave.
For now.
[ ... look she doesn't want to just skip on by it, but......... she also really likes knowing she can still rile him up just as much as she used to, just by running her mouth, or when she'd do things like wear his shirts to school or leave a mildly scandalous note in his locker. that's fun, too. she can address the casual ily once they can actually talk in person! maybe. just- not yet, not right now. ]
Luckily for you, it's ridiculously cold outside, so you might not even need to take a cold shower. Five minutes waiting for your car to warm up might do the trick.
You'll survive.
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yikes! he knows better! or he would know better. when his brain is working better. when it isn't running on fumes, emergency functions only, because all of his braincells are fixated on Nancy in his shirt, her arms around him and his fingers in his hair. the sounds she'll make when he's inside her. how good it will be after all this time, thinking about it and wanting it.
when he's thinking clearly, it's obviously not something he should say, out loud. not because it isn't true — maybe it's never stopped being true. but considering they broke up because of an i love you (unsaid, maybe, but still), it's definitely something that requires caution. and not horny brain begging for mercy so he doesn't have to take a cold shower like he's thirteen again.
he notices when there's a sudden gap between messages, of course. no need to stand outside in the relative cold, that's a shock enough to the system that he is no longer running on caveman mode. and it is pretty easy to guess what went wrong. Steve is not the one to overthink, usually. but in the space between answers he tries to come up with a convincing jk and none of them hit right. fuck. FUCK! triple fuck, even. what the hell is wrong with him?
and then Nancy answers. and just veers around it, like she didn't notice? well that doesn't make sense. but she doesn't mention it, so, it seems like an olive branch. an unspoken truce — no ilu talk yet. look, that's fine! he can do that. ...probably. shit. note to self, no casually mentioning l-o-v-e when begging Nancy not to give him a hard on when they've got an hour and a half drive ahead of them. or any other time, actually! no l-o-v-e at all. give it a few months. a year? he has no idea, JUST NOT RIGHT GODDAMN NOW. he's so relieved that she answered that he doesn't even care that the lack of response is, uh, a little uncomfortable. in that it wouldn't be the first time he said it, and she didn't.
nope, he's not thinking about this. moving on. )
I'll survive.
You've got less than 45 minutes before I'm at your door, Nancy Wheeler. You better be ready, or the cold shower is happening at your place.
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( damn it, nancy, he wanted it to be a fomo THREAT!!! if she needs more time to pack, she can do it knowing he's butt ass naked in her shower!! but they both know she's 100% correct and if she wanted in she'd be in. )
Look, if that's how you want it to go down, I am so far from stopping you. You're the one who'd have to explain it to your mom after.
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But you're amazing, so I think it all balances out.
Hmmmm, maybe another time. I've already got my heart set on
well, a lot of ideas that fall under the category of things you told me not to talk about yet. 🤐 😇
I'll be ready in 20, okay?
Drive safe. ♥
[ which in nancy time is closer to 30, but she knows that he knows that. ]
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her mom absolutely does not need to know that she doesn't need to worry too much, since their actual plans don't require them leaving the room all that often, no.
it wasn't long before steve pulled up, rang the doorbell, poked his head in to give her mom a quick 'hello', took her bag to bring it to the car, all very gentlemanly. she thought his calm, cool, and collected composure was impressive, considering she was kind of the opposite, practically buzzing with anticipation, and not just because her horny imagination was in overdrive. as soon as the door shut behind them, she grabbed his hand to tug him back, "wait, c'mere." they were in a sort of blind spot, this close to the door, so she gripped the front of his coat with both hands so she could drag him down for a kiss. and it wasn't exactly scandalous or anything, but. well. she might have been feeling some kind of way about that l-o-v-e slip, but didn't know how to put it into words. so she kissed him the same way she would have if that slip was in person, instead of in a text, because she just- she needed him to know she didn't dodge it just to ignore it. that she wants to say it, when the time comes, when she's shaken off the last of whatever this weird headspace is, that jonathan left her in. and if the way she kissed him didn't get her point across, hopefully the way she smiled up at him after gave him at least some clue.
and as predicted, once they're headed off on their way, nancy only lasted about ten minutes after they were out of hawkins before she was reaching for him. his hand first, very sweet, linking their fingers together and angling herself towards him so she could watch him while they talked, or while they sang along when a catchy tune came on the radio. well, while steve sang, and nancy occasionally joined in on the chorus. when she wiggled her fingers free in favor of reaching over to skim her nails along the back of his neck and up into his hair, she ended up fighting with the seatbelt for all of two seconds before just unbuckling it, scooting to sit closer to the side of her seat, closer to him. when they hit an open stretch of road with at least a mile between them and any other cars, she took that as heer cue to lean over to nose at his jaw, kiss his neck, and told him to pull over. ( she thinks it's pretty noteworthy that they only pulled over two more times after that, before they were finally in indy, in an incredible display of restraint. )
they pulled into a lot that was way too expensive to keep the car there overnight, but it was directly across from the hotel they picked purely based on the fact that it was close to the exit ramp they just pulled off of. they requested a room with one bed ( king size! ) and nancy barely managed to wait for the receptionist to hand back her "for emergencies ONLY" credit card before she grabbed their room key in one hand, and steve's hand in the other, tugging him along to the nearest elevator. it was probably for the best that they only had the the cart to themselves for the first two floors before they had company for the rest, because otherwise she's pretty sure she wouldn't have had the willpower to wait until they got to their room before tugging at his clothes. or her own. both.
nance was pretty confident they were on the same page up until that point, but it was proven true once she barely managed to drop her bag on the floor and reach to slide the bolt lock of their hotel door into place, before steve's arms were around her middle to spin her around, just so he could sweep her off her feet. although it was less in a disney princess moment way, and more of a.. his hands braced under her thighs to help her jump up and hold onto him by guiding them to settle on either side of his hips, followed by his grip moving from her thighs to her ass, and hers moving to sink into his hair, as he carried her over to the bed... way.
and holy shit, maybe they weren't insane to stick to keeping things slow for as long as they did, because making out with him with the specific plan to not cut things short before they go too far? pretty fucking awesome. because she loves kissing steve harrington, it's easily one of her favorite pastimes. they're good at this part, really good at it. which is probably why they spent a good while doing it before rushing along to anything else, despite their excitement to get there. but it was once they were both undressed and things start to move ahead from making out and feeling each other up, that things started to feel off, in a way. not a horrible way! not even in an altogether bad way. but in a noticeable way.
almost like- like they were trying to do a puzzle that they've done together about a hundred times already, except some of the pieces were missing, and it was getting tougher to get the rest of it right. not all of them were missing, they weren't that off kilter, but it was enough to make them both laugh when something that used to work ( right? didn't that use to work? ) seems silly, or leaves one of them trying and failing to get comfortable, followed by a rushed apology from the other. and luckily, it's easy enough to use making out as a way to ease into a sort of reset, rewind, try again. but this time, when nancy rolls them over with the plan to straddle his hips and crowd into his space to make out with him again, she only gets as far as sitting low on his hips ( she can feel him pressed against her ass, hard, and she has to squeeze her eyes shut and take a breath to stop herself from lifting up so she can sink right back down again with him buried inside her because maybe they just need to skip ahead to shake off this sort of frantic, nervous energy?? but no! no. focus focus focus. ), before she sort of just... pauses, pushing a hand through her messy curls, and stopping him with an easy press of her fingertips to his chest when he tries to sit up. ]
Wai-wai-wait, m'okay, I just need a sec. [ she smiles, breathless and a little embarrassed, because... maybe it's just her? maybe he's feeling totally cool and fine with what they've gotten up to so far. which she's obviously hoping isn't the case, because that means they might have a problem, but no. no way. he's feeling it too, she knows it. and it's ridiculous, because even just watching him right now, and the way he's watching her right back, and how his chest moving under her palm as he catches his breath too, with his messy hair and kiss-bitten lips and the beginnings of a hickey she got too impatient to follow through with right above his collar bone, and literally everything else about him, is enough to drive her completely fucking insane because ] You're so hot, holy shit. [ but instead of letting that distract her from why she hit pause in the first place, she lifts herself up and tips her weight to one side, dropping with a small bounce to sit on the bed instead. and she doesn't move away at all from there, even her leg is still settled across his torso, but she does reach for his hand so she can hold it in both of hers, ducking down to press kisses to his knuckles, too.
which probably seems a little weird at first, she knows, but the reasoning behind it makes itself known pretty quickly, when she keeps her lips pressed to the back of his hand like that could actually hide the way she's starting to giggle. it doesn't work, of course, like... at all. although she still keeps her face tucked against his fingers anyway, even as she laughs and laughs and laughs ]
So- Look, I think we both knew that I was going to be a little out of practice, and I'll own up to that, but [ she's laughing at her own joke before she even makes it, yes, cheeks burning up ] what's your excuse, Harrington?
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so it's. awkward. really awkward! what the hell is wrong with him? this isn't exactly an area he's used to fumbling in. not with Nancy, not really with any other girl he's been with. so what is his excuse, exactly?
his head drops on the mattress, hair already destroyed from Nancy putting a fist in it. that happened somewhere on the interstate, even. pretty sure the check in lady hadn't looked at him so much as she'd stared at his obvious sex-mussed hair. and they hadn't even had sex, that's the worst part! Nancy is trying not to laugh and failing miserably, hiding it behind the back of his hand instead of hers. which is not very effective, since he can feel the huff of breath against his skin. he's a little embarrassed and a lot frustrated, squinting his eyes closed for a moment. like he's in a time out and some coach in the back of his brain is shouting plays and he's just trying to keep up. )
Hey. I'm rusty, too. ( it's... well, it hasn't been 17 (...18??? ? ? oh god, is it closer to 19? 20 now?) months for him, but, he hasn't been seeing anyone since his ill-fated night with Brenda. and they didn't exactly fool around after that basketball game. the compliment sinks in a few sentences late, tugs down the frustrated glower into something softer. a stupid little hint of a smile, and jesus he shouldn't be that easy, huh? but considering there's still a bakers dozen bat bite scars all over him like the world's ugliest racing stripes, that Nancy can manage to call him hot without a pause or hesitation, like there's a little caveat in there somewhere? really does it for him, actually.
Steve pulls his hand from where it's twined in her hands, spreads it instead against one of her bare breasts. tweaks her nipple in the world's worst punishment, propping himself up on an elbow and looking down at Nancy's flushed skin and focusing on they were really here, somehow, instead of getting lost in the flurry of needing and wanting her so much he's out of his goddamn mind. ) My excuse? You're laughing. All these goddamn giggles, Nance, what if my dick gets shy?
( he's full of it, somehow the giggles have done nothing at all to turn him off. she's not laughing at him, she's just so ridiculously happy. even though he's totally fumbling in the endzone, over here. he can't be that mad at a few giggles, he just can't. he'll still attempt to guilt her about it, though. not that the guilt trip lands very when when he leans down to kiss her again a second after. even though they've kissed so many times already he's lost count. his lips are sore, hinting towards bruising at being a little too greedy with putting his mouth on hers. it doesn't help find direction in how to seal the deal, here, but it doesn't hurt either. kissing her is a good safety in the storm, to focus up. manage a little more honest answer to the question. Steve can't manage to pull properly back to say it, though that might be more of a reluctance to look her in the eye thing. ) It's not our first. But it is. You know? I don't... I want it to be good.
( perfect is a pretty high bar. but good? that's fair. that's not shooting too far. good. nothing to regret, if it's good. it's gotta at least be good. )
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luckily it seems she's in the clear, though she can't help the look she gives him when he insists that he's rusty too, because... really? but he doesn't give her too long too dwell on it, or even comment on it, because- well, she's pretty sensitive everywhere at the moment? so when he takes his hand back to deliver that ruthless punishment, her laugh peters off into a sound that's slightly pouty, before she even manages the expression to go with it.
... only for it to bubble up into another laugh. she was already shifting closer to him as soon as he started to sit up, though the hand she braced on his hip to help her get there suddenly has a goal, once he brought up how her giggling might affect him. ]
Hm? Oh, I really don't think we need to be worried about that. [ not that her hand ever reaches that goal, because he kisses her first, and maybe later on in their weekend getaway she'll remember how to multitask? but right now her ability to feel him up with any sense of direction has been shoved to the back burner, in favor of kissing him back in a way that's very deliberately soft. it's a complete contradiction to how she's kissed him up until this point - like she had been actively chasing that tingling, bruised feeling on her lips at the start ( she definitely was ) - but she doesn't want to rush by this one. and it just so happens to work in his favor that she hasn't decided she's quite done kissing him yet even once he adds on that last thought, so she tips her head to the side to kiss the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, instead of settling back again. ]
But it is, in a way. I get what you mean. I definitely get it. [ she picks her head up again, perfectly poised for another smooch, but she brushes her nose against his instead, like maybe nuzzling him will help her get a better handle on how keyed-up she is right now. ... it doesn't really work, but... an effort was made, and she thinks that's what's important. ] It will be good, though. I know it. I promise. [ when she does sit back again, she scoots up towards the headboard, then she reaches up to nudge his shoulder, wanting him to lay back again basically so she can stretch out and slink up along his side until she's basically draped over him completely, except for the way she's positioned her forearm on the bed to hold herself up over him. ] Now you know I would never, ever tell you to go easy on me, or go slower, because that's the last thing I want. Please don't do that. [ she grins, leaning up to nuzzle his cheek before pressing a kiss there. her hand slides from its spot mid-torso up to his collarbones so she can trace her fingers along both of them, back and forth. ] But- I might need a second to, mm, get used to things again? How good it feels, how good you feel, like, your hands. Just about anywhere, to be honest. Like... I do still like it when you touch my lips. Love it, actually. It just feels really good, almost too good, so it was hard to stay still. [ she's back to pressing kisses along the back of his jaw, then up a little higher, so she can catch his earlobe between her teeth. ] So just... don't give me a chance to get shy, yeah? I trust you. And I promise not to be shy if I don't like something. But I doubt we'll run into anything like that.
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I really don't think we have to be worried about that. he's probably going to still worry about it, at least a little bit. that's a small relief that Nancy isn't worried, though.
she nuzzles up against his face like a needy cat and Steve huffs a laugh, hand reaching up to curve around her jaw to stroke the overheated apple of her cheek with her thumb. he's strangely lost in how to Do This, which isn't really the Steve Harrington MO. it's just there's no How To Rekindle With Your First Love, For Dummies. and even if there was there wouldn't be a chapter on how to navigate around shared trauma and dead best friends in alternate universe versions of your pool. he used to know the deal. how to be romantic. how to be flirty, how to hit the right tone, how to be charming and smarmy and get what he wanted. if they were just trying to fuck around, here, he knows all the beats to that particular venture.
it's just... different. with Nancy. it has always been different, with Nancy.
nuzzling does, and doesn't, help with how keyed up and everything everywhere all at once he's feeling right now. the reassurance helps, even if it isn't exactly a cure all for fixing it. Nancy shifts away and not really knowing the Plan, it is just gut instinct to audibly voice his discontent. moan and whine like a kid that got refused the treat they didn't actually deserve. it is a lot to commit to, following her lead. slowing down. though, they kept veering too fast in less than ideal directions, so, maybe this is better. a clear and concise picture of what Nancy wants, that's better too. Steve scooches back the distance she put in, keeping his head on the mattress and focusing on her words instead of her skin for about two seconds. he can do that. ) Shy, ( Steve repeats, somewhat incredulous. his breath might hitch, just a little, at the knick of Nancy's teeth. ) I don't get how the most beautiful girl in the world could get shy.
( maybe that might come across as a line. it's been used as one, probably before the dawn of time, douchebags were using that one. Steve really does mean it, though. some things change, and sometimes things stay exactly the same. Nancy's hair is shorter, the skin under her eyes is a little darker, the lines by her mouth tilt downward like she's spent more of her life worried than smiling. but she's still the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. no contest, it's not even fair really.
Steve's listening, though, he is. don't let her get shy. give her time to adjust to how things feel. his adam's apple bobs at the wildly hot breath curling around his ears as the cords in his throat tighten at the thousandth pang of wet hot want tingling through every inch of him, pulsing in his desperate dick. it's that easy, Nancy's breath in his ear. ) F-fingers. We. Could. Do fingers. First. ( inside of her, wrapped around him, see where that leads them. faster, or slower, more, or less, just some relief to clear their heads? doesn't matter how it ends up, more that it is a place to start. when there's so many ways he wants her it really does feel impossible to just pick one. )
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... although really, the fact that steve might actually be struggling with it even more is definitely making it easier for her, in a way. which might sound mean, but she's pretty sure that's just how they work, when it comes to this. although right now it's less of a push-pull, and more like there's a scale that's determined to stay balanced, or something. or maybe it's just that she likes feeling like she's in control sometimes. either one.
and it does sound like a line, but some part of her knows it's not, so the smile she presses against his neck is as genuine as anything else she's feeling right now. that wasn't quite what she meant when she brought up feeling shy, but she's not about to point that out. she can feel his pulse thrumming under her tongue as she gives him a slow kiss there, biting down and sucking just barely long enough to leave a light mark, for now, before sitting up over him again, palm flat to his chest now, fingers tapping out a little pattern. ]
Oh, I mean, I'll- definitely need that first. Your fingers? Um. Yes. [ she's actually super frustrating that she can feel her cheeks grow hot in a way that obviously has nothing to do with how turned on she is. so embarrassing. she shifts against him, hiking her knee up higher so her thigh is crossed over his at a higher point, slowly, considering it puts her knee in range of his dick and that's not exactly the vibe she wants to set for this weekend, no. she kisses him again, smiling against his lips ] But you sound so tortured, baby. It's not at the thought of my tiny hands, is it? That it won't be enough until I'm ready for you? [ her smile turns goofy, although she at least manages to keep her laughter just in her tone. she's positive it's not actually a concern he has, considering she's pretty aware of how much he likes having her small hands on him. particularly there. and honestly, she does, too. ] Because it will be, I promise. [ she sits up more as lifts her hand off his chest, blushing more, somehow, though she still refuses to look away even as she licks up along the flats of her index and middle fingers. then takes them both in her mouth, getting them more wet that way. she knows it's not nearly enough to help with what's... definitely going to be a dry handjob to start, but! she knows it's going to add to how it feels now that she's reaching down his body to teasingly run her fingertips down his length, with a slow teasing rub just under the head, first. she grins ( just grins, there were no embarrassing whimpers or grunts accompanying it ) when she feels his cock jump towards her hand, then presses it down against him then with her full palm ] I promise.
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probably, her boyfriend standing around as his knucklehead friends tagged the theater with how slutty she was, didn't help a lot in Nancy feeling self assured in her sexual desires.
they're not at the same place they used to be, though. and understanding exactly where they are now isn't as easy as a paint by numbers, either. Nancy's so familiar, under his hands. it's nostalgic and reassuring, all at once. and yet she's different, too — breasts a little more full, definitely more sensitive. her thighs are fuller, more muscular, which is super goddamn sexy, actually. he's been thinking about them pressed at his ears since about the time Nancy showed up for Saturday morning hangover cartoons in the world's tiniest sleep shorts, even though they were definitely supposed to just be platonic friends back then. he remembers her and he's relearning her, all at once.
back in the day, they used to have about three consistent positions, and most of them involved Nancy underneath him. and while missionary is never gonna be a bad choice, it's a little exciting that this Nancy is more self assured. nipping at his neck and spreading her leg over his thighs, licking her palm and staring him dead in the eye as she reaches between them to touch his cock.
not for the first time, to be fair. she'd had her hands so vigorously in his pants the second they got in the door they'd been at imminent risk of zipper burn. the touch hadn't been bad, just sort of like throwing gas on a fire that was already kinda out of control. this was better, somehow. stoking the flames, sure, but not wildly out of hand. she's maybe talking too much, if she expects him to keep up and be funny and flirty about it. ) Baby, ( Steve says, dazedly, hands landing on Nancy's thighs and shifting to her ass to heft her more completely in his lap, because that's just easier. no, he's not going to be inside her, yet. but despite the risk of getting in each other's way, they're closer. so of course Steve prefers it. )
Yeah, I'm tortured. Not by your hands, mmmmmmnope your hands are good. ( his hips are shifting toward the shallow strokes of her palm around his dick, which is perfect confirmation of his words. as if the moan mid sentence hadn't been obvious enough. ) Tortured is right, though. Do you... fuck. Do you know how hard it is not to come right now? Just like this, in your tiny, perfect h-hand. ( and hopefully she realizes why that would be bad. there's so many better ways for him to come, as much as he likes her hand that's not where he wants to finish, and he's so tweaked out and desperate it feels like maybe that's all it will take.
so, in the interest of giving her what she needs (she did say that, right? he's pretty sure, it was just before she called him baby and his brain fizzled out for about 15 straight seconds), his knuckles walk up the inside of her thigh and his fingers trace through her folds. he needs to soak up every inch of her arousal to help the first finger slip inside of her. and even that is tormenting, feeling her tight and clenched around him. tormenting, but empowering too. because she's so hot and wet and desperate for him, and the reminder of that makes him mouthy (as it usually does). ) Wanting you this bad is torture. Yeah. Isn't it? That it's my finger inside you, and not my cock?
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for the obvious reasons, but partly because... in the past, she was always pretty quick to hide her face against his chest, or his neck, behind her own hands, or the bend of her elbow- sometimes even pressing her forehead to his was a way of hiding, like maybe it was too much, watching him when they were fooling around. especially if he was watching her right back. but now it seems she's ditched that habit. not that her eyes have been fully focused on his this whole time, but she's definitely watching. and she can't exactly do that if she's settled on top of him completely. just... mostly.
it's sort of impossible not to clock the effort it's taking for him to talk to her, and it probably shouldn't make her smile, because that's probably rude, and it definitely should make her laugh, but it sounds like more of a breathy grunt than anything humorous, so. joke's actually on her? still, while she had been moving her hand in time with the movement of his hips up until that point, he mentions the threat of coming like this, and that has her grip tightening fast as she shakes her head, hums an ] Nhn-hnn. [ of protest, followed by a whispered, rushed, but very sincere plea of ] No, no, no, don't, don't come. [ she huffs, then shifts up to kiss him again, which just has her talking against his lips when she doesn't pull away to add ] That's not where I want you to come.
[ so, she's obviously aware that talking about him coming in any context is dirty, but somehow she didn't anticipate how dirty it would feel saying that, specifically, which is why she ends up making what could only be described as a panicked whine before she presses her lips against his in a nope, we're not talking again yet type of kiss, immediately after. it's actually barely a kiss, at first. she may as well have been pressing her palm against his mouth- she's just not letting him talk. but eventually she eases off with a sigh, kissing him softly, but still pretty damn filthy because eventually is when she feels his hand between her thighs, and oh-
fuck.
silly her for thinking she really was going to keep any real sense of control right now, just because she happened to start giving him a handy before he did. wow. who knew she could be so completely delusional?
she leans down to rest her forehead against his, and this time it's still not in an attempt to hide. it's honestly just self preservation, because the press of his palm against her once he slides his finger inside of her is, embarrassingly, more than enough to make properly holding herself up over him nearly impossible. ]
Yeah. [ she nods, kisses him again ] Fuck, yes, it is. I- I want it so fucking bad, Steve. [ she's moving her hand on him again, at least, slower, but with a grip that's a little tighter, and definitely distracted. she's just clearly paying more attention to his hand than hers now.] Can't yet, though. Still too tight. Right? [ look, she knew that was dirty too, but it's true, okay! and it's not really rude of her to smile this time, but she still tries to hide it by nipping at his bottom lip instead of lifting up so he can see it. although she's pretty sure he probably felt her smiling against his mouth first, yeah ] Don't get me off like this either, yeah? I want you to- oh, [ she squirms a bit, inching onto her knees a little more ] The first time you make me come has to be on your cock. Please?
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her palm being tighter might not be better, on the desperately trying for this not to be over too soon front? only, at the same time, it is better. it's not like he hasn't gotten off since Nancy Wheeler. he has. it's not even as if he hasn't had someone else jack him off, either. mostly it's been him touching himself, which isn't quite the same — frankly, none of the girls he saw about as long as it took to fool around didn't feel half as overwhelming as this does, either. it shouldn't feel so much different, like it has been so absolutely excruciatingly long, since somebody else has touched him like that. and yet it does. he can jack off multiple times a day and it still doesn't feel as good as Nancy does, palm soft and fingers curved just right around him as she works him, shaft to not quite the tip. Steve groans a desperate and delighted noise, all at once, shifting up to kiss her and finding he can't quite reach her the way he wants, so he falls back again disappointed. okay, one flaw to having Nancy on top of him like this. she's a lot harder to reach, as far as kisses are concerned. )
See? Torture. Fucking... goddamn torture. ( he laughs, though, so, how torturous can it really be? no, she's right, in her hand isn't how he wants to finish, either. he's got all sorts of places that'd be better, though deciding between her mouth and buried in her cunt was impossible to pick until she says it, like that. jesus christ. ) I feel it, baby. God you feel so — ( yes, tight, tight is right. more than that though. for all their fumbling and occasional headbutting, it isn't that they've completely lost the mood. she's wet and vibrant under his fingers, coats his knuckles as they sink and stretch inside her. he knows she wants it, there's not a question. )
Not like this, ( Steve agrees, heady, even as he lets his fingers sink a little deeper and spread inside her, just to remind her what it feels like. it's not that he's been doubting, that it's been awhile. he can tell, though, by the way she feels. taking a little more slowly but surely. it almost makes him see stars thinking about what she'll feel like when his cock is inside of her, instead of his fingers. ) Inside you. With you just like this. You're just... ( there's one hand inside of her, sure, but the other aimlessly strokes along her hip and up her side, palm shifting to lay flat against her stomach and trace upwards as he just looks at all the bare skin he has to admire. he's just never gonna get tired of looking at her, apparently. it's been years, and it's still a marvel. maybe the fact it has been years and yet, here they are, makes it even more incredible. she's gotta feel it coming before he says it, and maybe he needs to crack into that thesaurus that Nancy uses for sexting, to find a better word. until then, the one he's got works. ) So goddamn beautiful, Nance.
( again, not being in easy kiss distance is hell. half sitting does mean he can crane forward to press his mouth between her breasts for half a glancing second, before the movement of her hand and his fingers needing to stretch inside of her means he has to fall back again. )
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