Jessica had most of her body draped over Steve's, her head on his naked chest, a bare leg over one of his. She played her fingers over his chest, her hand rising and falling to the rhythm of his breath.

One of Steve's hands was in her hair, fingers occasionally stopping to massage against her scalp.

They had gone to his house after having had a nice picnic at a park outside of Hawkins even if the day had been hot and humid. They'd meant to take a shower, but it had been one of those times where kissing had very quickly led to other things and now they were cuddling and falling in and out of sleep.

Steve's parents had come in that week but had only stayed for a day or two and now Steve and Jessica were enjoying the empty house.

Steve kissed her forehead when she lifted up slowly to look at him. She smiled softly before placing her head back on his chest. She couldn't help feeling safe and warm with him.

"We should probably take a shower at some point."

Her skin had that unpleasant feeling of dried sweat on it. Steve's skin had to feel the same. He was probably more used to it, being into sports and all, but the feeling was probably still not great.

"Mm."

Steve's hand fell from her hair to her back, where he traced up and down her spine a few times. She shivered at the ticklish sensation before moving her head to press a kiss against his neck.

Steve was almost completely relaxed, eyes closed, soft smile on his lips, and Jessica decided a shower could wait. He was beautiful to look at in his contentment.

"Steve?"

"Hm?"

"Are you going back to sleep?"

"Maybe."

She grinned, shook her head, nipped at his neck this time instead of kissing it, and Steve jerked a little bit before pulling her more fully on top of him. Both of her legs were between his now.

"Well, I was going to go to sleep."

"Steve."

She was still in a position where she could lie comfortably against him. Both of his arms were around her now and she had crossed her arms under her face, her chin resting on her hands so she could look up at him.

When looking was no longer enough she leaned up to press her lips against his. She felt him smile because he still smiled into their kisses, and she still loved when he did that. It was adorable and it filled her with warmth, had her sending him a return smile.

They fell into quiet giggles as Steve's hands moved to cup her bottom and squeeze. Her giggles cut off quite abruptly as her breath caught in her chest.

"So . . . I'm assuming we're not showering anytime soon?"

"I don't think so."

She kissed him again, beginning to caress him now, moving to straddle his waist. She felt as he began to harden.

Now that she'd positioned herself above him, Steve moved his hands to her hips, moved them up and down her thighs multiple times.

She hummed against his mouth before pulling up and away to situate them so she could move against him, have his cock slide between her folds as she moved back and forth.

Steve cursed and then, "Jess, condom."

He reached over towards the bedside table, searched the drawer, and pulled one out. She took it from him, continuing her movements, moaning a little every time he slid against her clit.

She knew Steve would be able to last longer than normal since he'd already come recently, but she still didn't tease him for long. No matter what kind of stamina her boyfriend had, she knew her legs would grow tired quickly.

"Now?" she asked him.

"Yes." Steve seemed almost relieved. He'd been letting her play. "Need you."

Once she'd rolled the condom onto him, Steve reached down to hold himself in place for her to easily slide onto. Mostly easily, anyway.

There was more pressure this way, made her legs shake at the stretch and how deeply she could feel him inside.

This time she was the one who cursed.

"Okay?"

Steve was rubbing up and down her sides, running his thumbs over the undersides of her breasts when he reached them.

"Yeah, I'm – it's a lot," she said. "Feels like . . . more."

"Too much?"

"No. Give me a second."

Steve was always patient when they made love, always made sure she was okay, would never hurt her that way, would never forgive himself if he did. She could stop everything right then and Steve wouldn't be angry – disappointed maybe, but not angry.

As it was, Steve grabbed her hands and intertwined their fingers, letting her squeeze. She hadn't realized her hands were shaking as well.

"Steve?"

She was seeking guidance now.

"You look so beautiful," he said. "Just start slow when you're ready, okay? Roll your hips, like before."

She could do that, at least, so she did.

He moved inside of her, but only slightly. It still caused her to clench around him, caused her to curse again.

"Good?" Steve asked, voice rough and low.

"Always," she answered.

Steve rolled his hips under her, kicking her breath out of her lungs. She released his hands so she could place hers on his chest to help balance herself as she picked up the pace of her hips.

She had adjusted to the stretch now, but the pressure from having him so deeply inside was still there. It wasn't bad and it didn't hurt, but she definitely wasn't used to it.

She did like that Steve seemed to be enjoying what she was doing if the noises he was making were anything to go by. Panting, moaning, cursing.

"You're doing so good, Jess," he said, hands squeezing her hips. "Feel so good."

"You too," she said, breathing heavily. "Steve, I want – I don't know if I can go faster on my own."

"You want faster?" Steve almost grunted.

"Yes. Yes, please."

Steve bent his legs at the knee and she was able to lean back a little, taking some of the pressure off of her legs.

"Is it okay if I –" He lifted his hips up to thrust into her.

"Oh, that's – that's so much better than okay."

"Come here."

He gently pulled her down to him so their chests touched and so they could kiss again, and this? She liked this, being so close to him, and it finally started feeling as good as it normally did.

She moved along with him as long as she could, but eventually Steve just locked his arms around her and held her more firmly against him, continuing to thrust up into her.

Her climax was intense and it hit her fast. The cry she let out was filled with surprise and pleasure. Steve continued even as she began to shake and she knew he was chasing his own release now that she was taken care of.

She wasn't sure if she had multiple orgasms or one that was drawn out, but by the time she was done, her body had melted against Steve's. He was clutching her more tightly and she could feel him pulsing inside of her as he came.

She clenched around him just to hear the sound he would make. Only when he slowed his movements did she lift up a bit to kiss him again, just quick little pecks on his lips, his cheeks, his neck.

He was smiling when she looked at him.

She went on kissing whatever skin she could reach and he unwrapped his arms from around her so he could rub her back instead.

They stayed that way, their bodies coming down, breath becoming normal again, until Steve moved so he could slip out. She winced a bit, her legs and other places feeling sore.

"Do you need help getting off?"

"I think we're both covered in that department."

Steve huffed. "You've got jokes now?"

"Mm. I would like help moving."

"Okay. I'm gonna flip us over."

He did so slowly, and when she was situated comfortably he reached down to remove the condom and tie it off before throwing it away.

"You still want that shower?" Steve teased, moving to his side of the bed.

"No," Jessica grumbled. "Sleep."

He laughed a little, opening his arms up as she reclaimed the position she'd had before they'd begun their lovemaking: her head on his chest.

"Okay. We can sleep."