*A/N- If you saw the one shot I posted that was basically this fic uncut and unedited ~no you didn't! Shhhhhhh!~ Also this is where things get really spicy (warning you NOW so it doesn't shmack you in the face like David Bowie's package in Labyrinth). Hand stuff ahead! Seriously though, NO MINORS. I mean it.*

Jonathan had agreed on Labyrinth, thinking the movie with puppets would give Argyle some time to decompress and collect himself. They were back in the van now, on their way to Jonathan's so he could be home in time to help his mother prepare for a Tupperware party.

"Is it just me, or did we just watch one long-ass David Bowie music video?" Emily asked as Jonathan packed another bowl.

"Is it just me, or was Bowie totally swinging his dick around the whole movie?" Argyle asked from the front seat; happy he was finally able to go more than thirty seconds without thinking about how he was going to explain to Emily, that: without her permission, he'd seen most of her naked body.

Emily chuckled as Jonathan cleared the chamber. "I know, right? Those costumer's were really trying to sell those tickets… Didn't you say Joyce saw it?" She laughed even harder as he shot her a look like he had accidentally drank bong water. Argyle smirked and chuckled with her as he caught his look in the rearview mirror.

"Can we stop talking about David Bowie's dick?"

"How could you not, man? It practically shmacked you in the face; all up on the big screen an' shit." Argyle goaded, making Emily grin.

"Actually, didn't you say she saw it twice?" She cackled as he stared at the floor in realization; quickly shaking the image of his horny mother out of his head as he passed her the bong.

"Okay. If we're gonna talk about this, can we at least leave my mother out of it? It's bad enough I have to hear my sister talk about it."

"We're just fucking with you, dude." Emily apologized, chuckling again as he sighed in response. "That shit with the puppets taking their heads off was insane, though." She gushed, changing the subject for his sake and poking the flower with her finger before plucking the lighter from Jonathan's hand.

"Those things are totally showing up in my nightmares, dude." Argyle shivered uncomfortably as he thought about them, quickly shaking his head. She nodded in agreement, filling the chamber and clearing it. "Yeah, it was pretty creepy how badly they wanted her to take her head off…" She almost choked on the smoke, not realizing how big of a hit she'd taken until she'd taken it into her lungs.

She hacked loudly, shoving the bong into Jonathan's lap as she moved to the edge of the seat. He patted her back firmly, watching as she braced herself on her knees.

"Arms up, man! Arms up!" Argyle called from the front, glancing in the mirror as she listened to him. "Don't need to break a rib over a fat ass rip, dudette!" She foleded her arms on top of her head, her coughing calming slightly as she smiled at his comment.

"You good?" Jonathan asked with a smirk, both silently thanking and fearing karma. She smiled back at him with a nod, coughing a few more times before she reached for the bottle of water in her purse.

"Here we are brochacho! Casa de Byers." Argyle announced as he pulled up to the curb, throwing the van into park as Jonathan set the bong on the floor. "Tell Joyce I said hi!" She called after him as he climbed out, saying his goodbyes.

Before making his way to the house, he stopped at the driver's door; glancing in the back to make sure Emily was still in the back seat, recovering.

"You good?" He asked, quickly darting his eyes in the back to signal what he was asking about. Argyle stared at him for a moment before realization dawned on him. He nodded a little too quickly, a sad look on his face. "Yeah, dude… I'll uh… I think I'll be able to handle it…" He said, not even convincing himself as he stared at the pavement in thought. Jonathan squeezed his shoulder.

"You know where to find me." He smiled encouragingly at him.

"Thanks, dude…"

"Any time… See ya, man!"

Argyle took in a breath, watching in the mirror as Emily made her way up to the front seat with her bag slung over her shoulder. He knew he wasn't going to be able to talk to her face to face. He hated the thought of her looking at him in disgust, and he couldn't muster the nerve to not have the excuse of driving to not look at her.

He waited until she was settled into the passenger seat before shifting the van, his hand grazing the black scrunchy on the shifter.

"Alirght! Next stop:casa de la señorita Byers."

He drove for a few minutes, taking some deep breaths and mentally preparing himself for her reaction. He was just about to begin when Emily spoke.

"Oh! Hey! Guess what I forgot about in my purse!" She turned in her seat towards him, her eyebrows bobbing in excitement as her hand dove into her purse. He glanced at her quickly before refocusing on the road; they were just over halfway back to her house since she didn't live very far from Jonathan. He'd always insisted on driving her home, no matter how many times she explained she could walk.

"No way, dudette. No chance I'm letting you get Ted-Bundy'd, and having that on my conscience."

"Tampons?" He guessed, not sure where she was going. She chuckled. "Yes, but also…" She pulled out a joint rolled into a cone, the end fat and barely twisted shut at the end. "I've been saving the kief in my grinder for the last few months; so this thing is basically half kief."

Argyle raised his brows, his mind quickly refocusing and momentarily thinking of reshuffling his priorities. He looked back at the joint, licking his lips as he forced himself not to get distracted.

"That. Sounds… amazing…" She heard the disappointment in his voice as he trailed off.

"... but…?" She continued for him, waiting for him to finish. He swallowed, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly before responding; his eyes glued to the road.

"I need to tell you something…" He hesitated as he felt her eyes on him, gripping the steering wheel as he approached her street.

"What's up?" She asked, her brows furrowing as she noticed his entire body had gone rigid. He turned down the street, driving slower than he normally did.

"I uh…" He cleared his throat, his hands tightening even more as he prepared himself for what was about to happen. "I knid of… totally by accident… may have… watch… watched you… get dressed…"

His ears rang in the silence that followed as she processed what he'd admitted, almost not even hearing the last part because of how quiet he'd said it. She felt her ears burning and knew he would be able to see how red she was turning. She opened her mouth to speak and closed it in thought; thinking of earlier that day and why she needed a shower. She'd woken from a wet dream about him fucking her in the back of his van, and made a mess of herself by replaying it in her mind over and over again until she couldn't take it anymore; pleasuring herself to the thought of him breathing heavily above her.

He held a breath as he pulled up to her house, parking the van and killing the engine as he stared at the dash. He refused to look at her, instead focusing on the neighbors across the street as they watered their garden. He was terrified she wouldn't say anything and just leave without reacting, pretending nothing had happened as she ignored him for the rest of their lives.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity; she cleared her throat. "Is that why you were acting so weird?" Her voice was quiet as she fished a lighter out of her puse, placing the joint between her lips as she sparked it. He nodded quietly, unsure of how she was feeling and still on guard for the other shoe to drop.

She inhaled deeply, her cheeks hollowing as her lungs filled with smoke; choking down the girlish giggle bubbling in her throat, she tried to calm herself down. With an exhale, she passed the joint to him, tapping his arm when he didn't respond.

"I really didn't mean too, man. It just… happened so quickly." He started, taking a drag and relishing in the taste as he held it. He exhaled as she bit her lip, moving her foot to the seat and pulling her leg towards her chest.

"Uh… How-uh…" She cleared her throat. "How much did you see?" Her eyes darted towards him as he took another puff. She watched as his fingers hovered around the filter and thought about how skilled they must have been; her heart beating quickly as she waited for his answer. She blushed at the thought and looked away in embarrassment. To be fair though, she wasn't the one sneaking a peek on Argyle while he changed; she reminded herself as he cleared his throat with a cough.

Things were going much better than he thought they would, and he worried that it only meant they were going to get worse and was afraid this was going to be the question to push it over the edge. He licked his lips before passing the joint back as he answered the question he didn't want to answer.

"Not everything… but uh… I saw… I saw most of you…" He looked down at his hands as he swallowed, his knees bobbing anxiously as he waited for her to yell at him, call him a pervert, hit him maybe? As that last option ran through his head, he knew he wasn't done. He didn't know if he'd ever have another chance to tell her if he didn't do it now.

"I swear I'm not changing the subject on purpose. This is related, I promise." He slid the black scrunchy off the shifter, holding it up for her to see. She cocked her eyebrow as she looked at it; confused as to why it was so important.

"Look familiar?" He asked, finally looking at her as he nervously waited for her to respond. Her brows shot up in realization as she took it from him, holding the joint with the filter between her fingers as she looked at it.

"I lost this like a year and a half ago…" She breathed, glancing to him with a bewildered look. Argyle nodded, eager to get this off his chest.

"You forgot it in the van the first time you bought from me…" He felt his cheeks warm up as he continued, embarrassed by how long he'd had it for. "... I remember, you were so nervous the cops were gonna bust us, dude…" He grinned, remembering how she had nearly jumped out of her skin when he'd greeted her in the parking lot of Surfer Boy Pizza. He made an impression of her face as she smiled with him, continuing rotation as she handed the joint back to him.

"I couldn't believe you were there, man… we hadn't talked for so long…" She felt guilty as he paused, coughing before he finished. "... and suddenly; you were in the back of my van, like no time had passed… like we never stopped being friends…" He stared at the dash for a while, not speaking as it broke her heart to watch.

"That's when I knew… I never got over you…" He cleared his throat awkwardly, adjusting in his seat as he turned towards her. "Anyway… that's what I was getting to…" He took his next hit deep, coughing as he exhaled. She unfolded her leg, turning to him now in anticipation, her heart racing. He still had feelings for her… even after she had chosen her stupid elitist friends over him… only to have a falling out with them a few months later… She'd felt so guilty about it, she refused to give herself closure, thinking she didn't deserve it; bottling it up to never speak about it again.

"I… I didn't want this to be the way it happened…" That was enough for her to kiss him. She'd leaned towards him before he saw her and pressed her lips to his, pushing into him lightly as she steadied herself by kneeling in between the seats.

Her breathing was heavy when they parted and she felt like her entire body was on fire as he stared down at her. His eyes were wide in shock as he gazed at her. "Whoa…" He breathed, making the corners of her lips turn up slightly.

"I should have never listened to those goth assholes… I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you when we were younger… you have no idea-" He cut her off this time, kissing her again as his free hand cupped the side of her face.

"Apology accepted. Don't sweat over what's in the past… you're here now." He reassured her, resting his forehead on hers lightly as his thumb rubbed her cheek. His hair shifted, brushing her hand on the seat rest. She looked up at him, a devilish thought forming as she plucked the joint from his hands.

If Emily had been told this was how the day was going to end, she'd have said you were insane. But as Argyle looked down at her, his eyes glued to her lips as she inhaled, slowly rising to him and placing a hand on his thigh as his breath hitched; she couldn't see any reason why she couldn't make her dream come true.

She licked his bottom lip, asking him to open; her hand gripping his thigh a little more and making him look at her. He opened his mouth for her, inhaling the smoke she exhaled into him; her tongue flicking his before she kissed him quickly and leaned back into the blankets and pillows on the floor.

He'd been so intoxicated by her sudden boldness, he'd nearly toppled onto her, following and leaning close to her until he fell off his seat and stumbled into the back with her. He exhaled with a cough, the smoke sputtering out of him as he moved to his hands and knees.

Emily leaned back even further, resting back on one of her elbows as she took another puff; smiling at how flustered she'd made him. He leaned towards her, hovering just around her legs as he stretched a long arm up to pluck the joint from her lips.

He moved up to his knees, taking one last drag from what was left of the roach and stuffed it into a nearby ashtray before crawling up her body. Smoke spilled from his lips and over her stomach as he made his way lazily up her, his hands deliberately not touching her as he watched her breasts move with her steady breaths.

He licked his lips as he hovered over her, eyelevel with her breasts now as he stared down at them. His eyes darted back up to her as she watched him breathlessly.

"We don't have to… do anything… if you don't want to…" He whispered, taking a deep breath as he considered that maybe she was only doing this out of pity. "I don't want you to feel like you have to just because o-mmuuhhmmff!" His face was pushed into her cleavage before he could finish, muffling his words as Emily gently tugged at the roots of his hair; holding him in place.

"I appreciate you asking for my consent; but if you don't fuck me in this van right now, I'll do it for you."

All thoughts of self doubt disappeared as his dick twitched at how needy she sounded. His hands moved up her sides as he hummed against her in approval, laying himself in-between her legs as he moved his hands back down her. They slid around her waist as he buried his face farther into her breasts, sloppily kissing them as his hands gripped her ass; pushing her hips into his as her legs wrapped around him; making her groan as she felt him hardening against her.

He slid one hand over her stomach and up her shirt as he moved his way up her neck, stopping to nibble just behind her ear. "You want me to fuck you in my van?" His voice husky as he pulled her closer to him, grinding against her and groaning in his throat as she moaned yes. He gripped her breast over the thin lining of her bra, making her inhale sharply as he found the bearings of her piercing.

He rutted against her again, slowly dragging his length up and down her groin as his hips pushed her into the floor. She moaned into him as he kissed her, his lips pressing into her desperately.

"Say it…" He breathed, quickly unhooking her bra so he had better access. She bit her lip as she felt him against her again. She hadn't even seen it yet, but she could tell by feeling alone that it was bigger than she originally thought. The realization made her stomach flutter in excitement, thinking if he wasn't careful; he could rip her apart.

"I want you to fuck me in your van, Argyle… please." She moaned against his lips, tightening her legs around him as he swore under his breath. He knew at that moment that she would be able to get anything out of him if she asked that sweetly. He didn't even have to tell her to ask nicely. He grinned, hovering his lips over hers just close enough so they weren't touching. "Alright, but only because you said please." He teased with a smile, slipping his fingers under her bra as she chuckled, closing the gap between them with a content purr.

She pushed his hair behind his ear, the rest of it pooled on top of her chest and shifted slightly as he played with one of her breasts. His hair on the other side fell shortly after, making him sigh as he sat up; reaching up to the front seat for the scrunchy.

"Mind if I use this?" He asked, pulling his hair back before she nodded. He tied his hair into a similar bun as hers: a bit messy and near the back of his head.

"Are you stealing my look?" Emily accused playfully with a chuckle as he smiled in realization, laying back over her as his fingers played with the hem of her shirt; the pads of his fingers drawing circles into her hips.

"I don't know if I can pull off the nipple piercings, dudette."

She grinned as his hands pushed her shirt up, quickly helping him pull it off before kissing him; her tongue seeking his as he gripped her chest. The pads of his thumbs slowly swiped and circled her nipples as she moaned into his mouth.

She moved her hips against him, wrapping an arm loosely around him as the other trailed down his stomach. She slipped her fingers under his waistband, and gasped with him as she wrapped her hand around his dick. His hips bucked into her as she slid it slowly up and down his length.

"F-fuck, Emily…" He breathed heavily, moving his lips to her neck as one of his hands slid down to work the button and fly of her jeans. His hand glided beneath the lace of her panties as he bit her neck, sucking harshly as a finger pushed lightly into her folds. Her back arched a little as she gave a breathy moan, her hand loosening around him as the other knotted under the bun in his hair.

He gently traced her entrance, wetting the tips of his fingers as he barely pressed into her and slid them up to her clit; where he slowly circled. She was so wet his fingers danced and slid around her sensitive nub easily before diving back towards her needy core. His tongue trailed down her chest before taking her nipple into his mouth, his long finger steadily entering her and ripping a moan from her as it curled up and wiggled; pressing into the spongy cluster inside her.

"Shit, Argyle!" She groaned as another thick digit entered her. He moaned against her breast, nipping it with his teeth as he slid them slowly in and out of her. His dick twitched beneath him as she clenched around his fingers, her wetness dripping to his knuckles.

"You're so tight…" He humped her thigh, thinking about her wrapped around his dick like she was wrapping around his fingers. She whimpered at his words, thinking of what waited for her between his legs; both excited and a little nervous.

"Argyle…?" Emily asked breathlessly, embarrassment making her blush mix with the redness of her arousal. He unlatched his mouth from her and looked up, slowing his movements as he noticed something off about her voice.

"I… I think I need another finger before I can take you…" She explained, unable to look at him as he thought. A deep blush spread across his cheeks as he nodded, suddenly aware of how tiny she was compared to him. Her 5'1 frame barely reached his shoulder, his hands almost twice the size of hers. Two of his fingers were almost the same width as three of hers.

"Okay…" He murmured against her chest, kissing his way up her neck and stopping again to suck on the sensitive area behind her ear. He guided his ring finger to her entrance, prodding lightly before pushing into her slowly, his fingers stretching her a little as it squeezed into place.

Her breasts pressed into him as she arched her back again, her eyes squeezing shut as she moaned and pulled his hair. She pushed him up to her to kiss him as he pulled out slowly, his tongue entering her mouth as she gasped; his fingers pushing back into her even slower.

Her arm tightened around him as her hips rolled with his hand, matching his pace and pushing him deeper into her. He curled his fingers again, ripping a moan from her as her head fell back into the blankets.

"Fuck, Argyle!" His head was hazy with lust as he gazed at her panting below him; her eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy as her hips shook and bucked against his hand, willing him to quicken his pace. He wasn't sure if it was just the weed talking, but he couldn't help it as she looked up at him through her fluttering lashes.

"You're so beautiful, Emily." He leaned his forehead on hers as she kissed him, moaning into him as she felt a knot building in her stomach. He was so desperate for her mouth, she had to grip his hair with a bit of force so she could speak.

"I'm so close, Argyle… I-mmm… I-I don't think… I c-can last much longer… please…" She managed between moans, her thighs pressing tightly around him as she clenched his fingers below. Her hands grasped his hair and shirt desperately as her lips pressed against his neck.

He couldn't fight the slight smirk to his face as he realized she was asking for permission. He couldn't believe how quickly his luck had turned, all in a matter of hours. He felt like he was in a dream; Emily hot and needy, quite literally wrapped around his finger as she begged him to let her cum.

"Alright gorgeous, go ahead… cum for me…" She gave a high pitched whimper as he quickened his pace, the sound of her wetness filling the van as she panted and clung to him; lifting her back from the floor as she hung from him.

She was right. It only took a handful of pumps before the knot exploded in her stomach, curling into herself and pulling Argyle into her as her body shook in pleasure. Her moans surrounded them, slowing as he eased his pace; helping her come down before sliding out of her and removing his hands from her panties.

He laid her gently back on the floor; breathless and a little sweaty from the summer heat as she watched him lick his fingers. He closed his eyes in approval but jumped quickly when the sound of a nearby car door slammed shut; startling the both of them.

Argyle's brow knitted together as he glanced down at Emily. She gave him the same confused look back, shrugging as she looked around him to the wind shield at her neighbor's house down the road. He sat up a little, glancing to Emil'y house and clenching his jaw as he noticed a car in the driveway that he swore wasn't there when they pulled up. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Does uh… does your mom still drive that red chevy?"

Emily groaned. "You have got to be fucking kidding me…"