Nancy walked out of the guest room, barely getting past the door before practically running into Jonathan Byers.
Nancy looked at him expectantly and was about to ask if everything was okay when Jonathan leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was hesitant but nevertheless Nancy felt a twinge of something deep down. Surprised by the contact, Nancy jumped back, her eyes wide and her mouth open. She started to say something but no words came out. Her mind reeling from Jonathan's bold and unexpected move.
Jonathan didn't speak either. He just looked at Nancy intently with such want that she lost all rational thought. His eyes darted back to Nancy's lips. Before she could process what was happening, Nancy lounged towards Jonathan, capturing his lips and pressing her body into his.
The kiss was like nothing Nancy had ever felt before. Certainly, it wasn't like anything she had felt when Steve kissed her. Full of lust, but more importantly need, as if each passing moment they were afraid it would be their last. Nancy felt a tidal wave of uncontrollable desire sweep across her body with each passing stroke of Jonathan's tongue against her own. It was as if Jonathan was opening up a door inside of her soul—a door that she didn't even known was there, much less had been closed. Jonathan wrapped his arms around her body, holding her tight against him and slightly moaning each time their lips parted for air. Jonathan's warmth enveloped her entirely and she internally wished that time would stand still so she could stay wrapped up in his embrace forever. Nancy wanted more. No, she needed more.
As Jonathan cupped her face with both hands, Nancy pulled him towards the bedroom. He eagerly followed her past the threshold as Nancy slammed the door behind them. They hurriedly stumbled towards the bed, ensuring that their lips never parted, except for the occasional gasp of air, while Jonathan pulled her tighter into his embrace until she no longer knew where his body ended and hers began.
In the dead of night, when Nancy was alone in her bedroom and unable to sleep, she would often think of Jonathan. Of his intent stares and shy smiles. Of what his kisses would feel like. Of what his body would feel like next to hers. Of what he would feel like inside of her. Those thoughts would inevitably lead to Nancy's hips moving against her hand until she found sweet release.
This moment, as they lingered by the side of the bed, was better than any fantasy she had as the familiar need for release began to build inside of her. Jonathan stopped and whispered softly, "Nancy?" With his breath labored and his lips swollen, Nancy thought he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
While it was just her name, she knew by this simple word that he was really asking whether she was okay. Even now, in the throes of passion, Jonathan was worried about her, looking to take care of her and making sure that she was safe. That simple act of pure selflessness made her core ache for him.
"Yes," she pleaded, climbing onto the bed as she grabbed the collar of his shirt towards her and fell backwards on to the mattress. Their lips came together with as much force and need as before; the mattress squeaking from the thrashing of their bodies. Nancy's hips instinctually grinded against his multiples times, sending waves of pleasures through her body just like in her fantasies.
Jonathan moaned loudly unable to hold back the pleasure that he was feeling as her hips bucked up against his once, twice, thrice more. Nancy moaned back. Does he have any idea what his moans were doing to her, Nancy wondered. Jonathan willingly pressed his body into hers, returning her grinding with some of his own. His mouth moved to her neck, finding the sensitive spot that somehow had a direct connection to her folds. Jonathan sucked and licked that spot until Nancy moaned, "Jonathan." Her hands threaded into his hair. How many times had she thought about running her hands through Jonathan's hair over the last year? A hundred times, a thousand, she couldn't be sure. She found his hair was softer than she had dared imagine.
Jonathan's hands wandered down her neck, past her shoulder and down her arm. Nancy held her breathe as she waited with anticipation before he found her left breast and began kneading softly and firmly pressing her nipple. Oh, god, yes, Nancy thought as you let out a low sigh. After several minutes, Jonathan's hands moved past her breasts, heading towards the hem of her nightgown. Yes. Hurry. I need you, she thought. Jonathan hesitated, seeming unsure of himself. Not wanting to lose the momentum, Nancy's hand reciprocated, wandering down his back towards the ends of his night shirt and lifting it up towards his head as her fingers lightly sweep his taut skin.
"Off," she panted.
In one fell swoop, Jonathan grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Nancy's eyes swept over his body. He was toner than she had expected. He had clearly been working out. Sit-ups and pushups, maybe? she wondered. The idea of Jonathan Byers working out drove Nancy wild, causing her hips to buck up against his with more force and intensity than previously, and sending another round of pleasure waves through her body.
Jonathan reciprocated with his own set of thrusts, firmly pressing his groin into her inner thighs. Both let out a gasp before his lips found hers once again. Needing to feel her skin against his, Nancy grabbed her night gown and pulled it over her head.
Jonathan scanned her half-naked body with something close to reverence. "You're so," he paused not knowing if he could find the right words. "So beautiful." Jonathan said in awe.
Blushing, Nancy pulled him towards her. "No, you are", she replied, making a point to stare directly into his eyes. He stared back with his trademark intensity. Neither one saying anything but sharing so much in that moment. Has anyone ever looked at me the way Jonathan looks at me? Has anyone ever looked at anyone the way that Jonathan looks at me? Nancy pondered.
Jonathan kissed her again. While the other kisses had been fast and full of teenage desire, this one was slow, gentle and deep as if Jonathan was trying to convey everything he felt in that one kiss.
When their lips parted, Nancy moaned loudly, "Jonathan."
At that moment, noises from upstairs of Murray shuffling around traveled downstairs.
Jonathan stopped. "Nancy," he panted. "Nancy, we need to stop."
"No," she said frantically. "I don't care if Murray hears us. I want this."
"I want this too—you have no idea," he said as his head rested on her forehead. "But if we don't stop now, I can't promise that I'll be able to stop later."
Nancy reached for Jonathan. "I don't want you to stop. I never want this to stop."
"Nancy, I don't want our first time to be quiet and fast in the dirty guest room of a paranoid, disgraced journalist. You deserve something better than this," he said as his hand motioned to the room for effect. "I want our first time, if you'll have me, to be special. I want it to be long and slow and loud."
Long and slow and loud. That sounded divine. Where had this Byers been hiding and why did I waste an entire year before finding him? She asked herself.
Jonathan kissed Nancy's forehead and slowly rolled off her as he sat up on the bed, attempting to collect himself before leaving. Nancy immediately missed the warmth and weight of his body on hers.
Jonathan proceeded to get up from the bed, but Nancy reached for him. "You don't have to go. Stay with me."
"I don't think that is a good idea," Jonathan replied regretfully.
"Please. I promise to be a good girl and keep my hands to myself." She smiled.
"You promise to be good? I don't think that's possible." Jonathan smirked
Nancy fiend shock, but simply responded with an earnest, "Scout's honor."
Jonathan smiled, laying down next to Nancy. Nancy snuggled up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist as her head settled into the crook of his neck. They laid there for a while without saying a word, their chests rising and falling in unison as their breath fell into a synchronized rhythm.
"Nancy," Jonathan whispered as he gently stroked her hair.
"Mmhhmm," Nancy responded sleepily.
"Where were you going when you left your room tonight? The time before I kissed you?"
"I was coming to see you."
"Why?" Jonathan asked hesitantly. "Why were you coming to see me?"
Nancy sighed. Was he really going to make her say it? She supposed she needed to say it for both of them. To clear up any confusion that he might be feeling in what tonight meant. "Because I wanted to tell you that Murray was right." She paused without saying more.
"Right about what?" Jonathan quietly questioned.
"That I'm not in love with Steve. That I never was in love with Steve. That I had retreated because it was the easy thing to do even though it wasn't the right thing to do."
Jonathan didn't say anything. He just looked at the ceiling, holding his breath.
Feeling more courageous after everything that had just happened between them, Nancy continued. "I was coming to tell you that things were over between me and Steve, and that I would wait for you for as long as you needed me to."
Jonathan rolled over and closed the gap between them in an instance, capturing Nancy's lips fervently. Jonathan's hands cupping her face like earlier that night.
When they parted, Nancy pressed on, "I should have waited longer for you. I'm sorry."
"You must think I'm such a wuss," Jonathan stated.
"No... Hey, I don't think that at all. You're one of the bravest people I know. Didn't you fight a Demogorgon from the Upside Down with me last year?" She asked.
"I'm pretty sure that you are the reason we are both still here." He lamented.
"I wish you could see yourself like the way that I see you, because if you did, you would know how amazing you are."
"Yeah okay." Jonathan shrugged, looking down at the bedspread, clearly not believing her.
Nancy sighed. Murray was right about one other thing. This boy – this beautiful, messed up boy – had trust issues.
"Jonathan Byers, you listen to me. You. Are. Amazing. I know that you would do anything for Will and your mom…even die for them. I know that you carry the world on your shoulders, but despite that you are always kind and sweet and willing to help a friend in need. I know that even though you never say anything in class unless a teacher forces you to that you are one of the smartest kids in school. I know that you take the most beautiful pictures and have the strangest taste in music. And I know that no one has ever made me feel the way that you make me feel, and not just tonight, but every day that I've spent with you. Anybody who doesn't see how amazing you are is not worthy of you, not the other way around."
Jonathan sat stunned. Nancy leaped into his arms again, pushing him down into the bed while she laid on top. Kissing him firmly. Jonathan's hands traveled up and down Nancy's back, finding her bum and gently squeezing it. Nancy pressed into Jonathan's erection over and over and over again, with the fabric of his pajama bottoms and her underwear the only thing between them. So close, she thought. Both let out primal moans as pleasure eventually washed over them. Nancy fell against him, daring not to move as she reveled in the up and downs of his chest while his breathe returned to normal. They laid there for several moments—hot, tangled and sweaty.
"Can we do it now?" she asked, clearly teasing him.
Jonathan laughed. "No. Now go to sleep," Jonathan stated in that firm voice that he reserved for Will when he refused to go to bed. "I seem to recall that you promised to keep your hands to yourself, remember?" His tone clearly noting the irony of how they had gotten each other off moments ago.
"Yeah about that. I had my fingers crossed so that promise didn't count." She smirked.
"I knew Nancy Wheeler couldn't be good." He deadpanned.
She laughed. "You no me too well, Byers."
Deciding that she had tortured Jonathan enough for now, she climbed under the covers, waiting for him to join her. He obliged, laying down next to her as he wrapped his arms around her. She nestled into the crook of his neck once more.
After several minutes, Nancy stated half-asleep but bemused, "Jonathan?"
"Yes?"
"Can we do it soon?"
"Very soon," he replied.