Alright, we've reached episode 2. Yay!
Quick warning, things get very steamy at the end of this chapter. Very, very, steamy. I heard last update's love scene was too tame, you dirty-minded people. So here you go, domestic porn a la Steronica. This is for you "guest", and my best friend who said I owed her Steve and Veronica having a "good time." If anyone wants to skip it, literally just exit after the "Indiana Flyer" scene.
As always, I only own my OCs.
"Babe, have you seen my car keys?" Steve nearly screams as he hurries into the bathroom. "How do you not poke out your eye?" He distractedly asks when he notices I'm in the middle of putting on my mascara.
"Practice. Last I saw, you put them on the hook. The one by the front door?"
"Right, shit, thanks Roni." He waits for me to lower the wand so he can kiss me, my lips currently gloss-free. "You almost ready?"
"Yeah, Steven. Just - there." I put on some gloss, Steve tugging me out of the bathroom before I can put away my makeup. When I say as much, he shakes his head.
"Just leave it. Can't believe you're ditching me for Hargrove." He grumbles, and I snort.
"It's only breakfast at Sally's." I press a quick kiss to his pouting lips. "And I'm going to spend it convincing him to ask out Heather Holloway." And to stop trying to get with the hot moms of Hawkins.
"It's the fucking, I don't know -"
"Principle?"
"Yes." He points at me. "It's the principle of the thing!"
"So dramatic. After breakfast, I'll drop my gear off at home then meet you at Scoops. I'll even bring a surprise."
Steve grins, stopping me at the foot of the staircase. "Oh, a surprise. Like yesterday's?" His arms snake around my waist, and I bite my lip in hopes of taming my blush. "Because I liked that surprise." My breathing hitches as his hand slips under my shirt to glide up my back, fingers brushing bare skin. "Look at that. Too hot for a bra still?"
"Steven -" I moan as he crashes our lips together, glowering when he pulls away with a mischievous wink.
"Sorry, princess. Don't want to make you late for Hargrove."
"You're so gonna get it later." Despite my frustration I still lean up for a softer kiss, and Steve laughs.
"I'm counting on it, gorgeous."
I tap my foot irritably against the linoleum floor, staring up at the clock. 8:55. Billy's never been late before.
"You alright, dear? Haven't seen you this upset in a while." Marcia stops to refill my mug of coffee.
"Still waiting for Hargrove." I grumble. "Hey, do you mind if I borrow your phone?"
"Yeah, sure." She shrugs, nodding to the phone hanging behind the counter. I stride over, irritation exuding off me in thick waves as I contemplate where to call. The pool? No, too early. Maybe he hung out with Tommy last night? Shit, I don't know that asshole's number. Is Tommy even here? I could call Tina, get Carol's number to track him down - Tina's visiting her brother. Right. Guess I'll just have to call the Hargrove house.
I dial the number, praying as it rings that Mr. Hargrove doesn't answer. I've only had to talk to him a handful of times, and the man just exudes evil. Thankfully his wife answers, and I exhale quietly with relief. "Hargrove residence, Susan speaking."
"Hi, Mrs. Hargrove. This is Veronica."
"Oh! Good morning, dear. Max said you came home yesterday. Are you looking for her? I was just about to wake her -"
"No. I'm actually looking for Billy."
"Oh! He's just woken up, I'll let him know you're on the line. Billy! Phone! I'll talk to you later, Veronica. Welcome home."
The other line clicks. "Hello?" The Californian gruffs out, and I wrinkle my nose at his tone.
"Well, who peed in your cheerios this morning?" I tease, playful despite my frustration. "I had no idea I'm so forgettable."
"Shit. Sorry. Rough night." Is all he gives me.
"You still have time to come and meet me. You're not supposed to be at the pool until 11:00, right?"
"Can't." I frown, glaring at the wall. "Not today."
"Hey, is -"
"I'll call you later. Stay safe, Veronica."
He hangs up before I can say anything else, and it takes me a few moments to put the phone back. I stare at it in confusion before slowly moving back to the booth, hands wrapping around the still-hot mug of coffee.
It's gotta be Neil, right? Yeah. Something happened with his piece of shit dad. He'll call me later, when he's ready to talk.
I take my time finishing my coffee, having told Dustin last night that I'd pick him up at 10:00 to surprise Steve. With Nancy and Jonathan both working full-time at the Hawkin's Post, there's no other reason for me to not head home.
I'm welcomed with a bone-cracking hug from my mom, just on her way out to go to work. My brother's waiting restlessly on the couch, shooting up as soon as he sees me. "Here. Let me help you with your bags." The jittery teen rushes over, and I watch in confusion as he grabs the heavier duffle. As helpful as Dustin is, he's never this ready to lend a hand.
"Uh, what's going on?"
"C'mon, the sooner we get to Steve, the better!" Dustin huffs, dumping her luggage on her bed. "Let's go!" He rushes out of the room, throwing on his backpack as he runs out the front door.
"Dustin!" I pop a stick of gum in my mouth, hurrying after my brother while grabbing my purse and keys. "Hey, where's the fire?"
"Mall. Now. I'll explain when we get there!"
I shake my head but follow him all the same, body tingling with nerves. He doesn't look scared, though. Just excited. He's silent on the drive over to the mall, his knee bouncing up and down. When we get there, my brother barely lets me stop by Waldenbooks to say "hi" to Richard before he's dragging me to the food court.
Robin's the one at the counter when we arrive, morosely handing two cones to a couple. I smile innocently when she flashes a glare my way, but Dustin's excitement distracts her enough to keep my friend's wrath at bay.
"Hi."
"Hi." Robin hums, eyes flicking over to me. I smile innocently.
"I'm Dustin." My brother bounces in a way usually reserved for Christmas.
"I'm Robin."
"Pleasure to meet you. Uh, is-is he here?" Dustin asks, voice full of excitement.
Robin purses her lips, eyebrows raised in confusion. "Is who here?"
The storeroom door bursts open, my boyfriend rushing out with a giant smile on his face. "Henderson." I laugh as Dustin nods. "Henderson! He's back, he's back!"
"I'm back! You got the job!"
"I got the job!" My boyfriend imitates a trumpet as he rushes over to my brother. I happily watch as they do their secret handshake, their dorky grins nearly identical as it ends with Steve being stabbed, his hands moving wildly to represent gushing blood.
As they laugh, Robin shakes her head in disbelief. "How many children are you friends with?"
Steve sighs and gestures irritatedly to Robin, who only smirks before tiredly moving onto another customer. My boyfriend pulls Dustin out of the way, checking him over with a wide grin.
"Wow. He's even more excited to see your brother than he was to see you." Robin comments.
I grin. "That's alright. Our reunion was a different kind of 'passionate'."
"Disgusting." Robin flicks me with her rag.
"Leave my girl alone, Buckley." Steve warns, but it lacks any real threat. I snort as he gives into Dustin's demands, building him his very own USS Butterscotch, on the house. My grin widens as Steve makes me a strawberry milkshake. It's not the same as Sally's, but I'd never say no to one. His cheeks flush as I suck on the straw, Robin pretending to gag before attending to a group of giggling middle schoolers. She huffs as my boyfriend takes his break, but Dustin breaks out his pout and she melts like butter.
"Jesus, fine." Robin waves us away, a small smile on her tired face.
Steve leads us over to the boat booth, Dustin sliding in first and dumping his backpack on the seat beside him. I sit on Steve's other side, humming happily as he wraps his arms around my shoulder, letting me cuddle into his side. "So, what's going on, man? How was camp? Meet any ladies?" I snicker at his tone, but my laugh fades as my eyes catch the chest hair peeking out from the collar of his shirt. Goddamnit.
"As a matter of fact, I did. Guess who's got a girlfriend?"
"Holy shit, dude! That's great!" Steve
"She's hotter than Phoebe fucking Cates!" Dustin declares.
"Language, Dusty." I warn, if only to give the horrified parents surrounding us the impression I give a shit about their children's precious little ears.
"Sorry." He says around a spoonful of his banana split.
"No, no. No way." Steve shakes his head. "Hotter than Phoebe Cates? No."
"Mm-hmm. Brilliant, too. And she doesn't even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth."
I choke on my milkshake trying to hide my laugh, and Steve makes a face, trying to figure out how to respond. "Wow. Yeah, that's great. Proud of you, man." My boyfriend glances over at me as Dustin focuses on his USS Butterscotch. "He has a girlfriend?" He whispers, the nautical music covering his disbelief. I nod, and he hums. "That's ro-that's kinda romantic. That's like… wow." He smiles over at Dustin, and I elbow Steve in the ribs.
My brother grins, that cute little blush dusting his cheeks at the thought of Suzie. "So do you really just get to eat as much as this as you want?" He gestures to his banana split.
"Yeah. I mean, sure. It's not really a good idea for me, though. You know, I gotta keep in shape for the ladies. For tips." Steve quickly amends, eyes all big and apologetic as he gazes over at me.
"Yeah, and how's that working out for you?" Robin asks as she cleans up a nearby table.
"Ignore her." Steve tells Dustin while I laugh. "Why are you so mean to me?"
"I'm sorry. Should I go grab a few ladies to make you feel better?" I can't help but tease him, glowering without any sincerity.
Steve narrows his eyes, seeing through my facade. Before he can comment, Dustin waves towards my physics partner. "She seems cool."
"She's not."
"She is." Steve and I disagree. "She saved my ass with Lewis last year."
Steve rolls his eyes before glancing around in surprise. "So, where are the other knuckleheads?"
Actually, that's a good question. Where is everyone?
"They ditched me yesterday."
"No."
"What?" I hiss. Dustin nods, looking up at us with sad blue eyes.
"My first day back. Can you believe that shit?"
"Whoa. Seriously?"
"I swear to god." Dustin swallows another spoonful of his ice cream as Steve scoots towards him, looking every bit like an overprotective father. He shakes his head at me, and I feel equally as disappointed.
"Dustin," my voice goes soft, "you should've called Steve's house. We could've done something together."
"It's alright. I mean, it's not, but you two were busy." Dustin plays with his melting USS Butterscotch.
Steve puts a hand on his shoulder, shaking it a bit to get my brother's attention. "Hey, buddy. Remember what I told you on the tracks? About what's important?"
A silent conversation passes between the two of them, and I chew on my straw as I wait for them to finish. Dustin smiles wide. "Okay. I'll call next time." He perks up even more, pointing at the two of us. "They're gonna regret it, though, big time, when they don't get to share in my glory."
"Glory? What glory?" Steve asks as we lean forward.
Dustin swallows his ice cream and moves closer, flashing us a coy little smile. "So, last night, we're trying to get in contact with Suzie."
"Oh. Mm. Mm-hmm?" I kick Steve's shin as he continues doubting her existence.
"Mm-hmm. And, uh…" Dustin glances around before whispering, "I intercepted a secret Russian communication."
It's so quiet that I'm sure I misheard. Steve seems to share in my sentiment, because he blinks back at my brother, confused. "Uh, what?
"I intercepted a secret Russian communication." Dustin murmurs again, and this time I know I heard him right.
Steve's still in doubt, because my boyfriend lets out a frustrated groan. "Just speak louder -"
"I intercepted a secret Russian communication!" Dustin practically roars, and Scoops Ahoy falls silent, everyone looking at us.
I laugh awkwardly, sending Robin and the customers a soothing smile. "Heh. Sorry. Just a Red Dawn inspired dream." They go back to their conversations, and I shake my head in disappointment and two of my favorite guys. "You both suck."
"Sorry."
"My bad." They apologize, and Steve clears his throat, turning back to my brother. "Yeah, that's what I thought you said."
"Is that what you were hiding from me this morning?" I ask Dustin, who nods excitedly.
"Wha-what does that mean?" Steve asks.
"It means, Steve, we could be heroes. True American heroes."
Steve grins, winking over at me. "Ooh. American Heroes, huh?"
"Baby, we saved the world. Twice. We're already American Heroes." I remind him before looking at Dustin. "This could all just be a prank, you know."
"Come on, where's your sense of adventure, Leia?" Dustin prods. "You're not doing anything this summer anyway!"
"Well -" Steve starts, and I kick him in the shins again.
"Just think," Dustin grins up at us, "we'd get medals. Accolades. We'd be saving lives!"
Steve looks intrigued, and he pouts as I raise my eyebrows at him. "Babe. Come on, we're pros at saving the world."
I hum, noncommittal. "Yeah. Sure. What's the catch?"
"No catch, I just need your help." Dustin shrugs while crossing his arms.
Steve tilts his head. "With what?"
My brother reaches into his backpack and pulls out a Russian dictionary. "Translating."
Great. I glower at Steve, who looks crestfallen when he realizes Dustin tricked him into doing research. Serves you right. Whatever happened to having a normal summer?
I slump in my chair, bored out of my mind. Dustin sits next to me, listening closely to the Russian man as he plays the recording for what feels like the millionth time. Steve's munching on a banana while pacing across from us.
"Steve!" Robin yells from the other side of the closed window.
"I'm going to go check on her."
"But -"
"Dustin," I turn to my brother. "It's been an hour. I need a break."
"You don't even work here!" He argues. Steve shushes him, earning an offended expression from Dustin. I smile at my boyfriend's focus, though, forcing him to stop pacing for a few seconds as I press a quick peck to his lips.
"Have fun saving America, Teddy Bear." I whisper. Steve huffs as laugh and pinches my ribs before his attention returns to the recording.
"Steve, can you -" Robin frowns as soon as she notices it's just me. "Nevermind."
"What's the problem?"
"Veronica!" I jump as a blur latches onto me, nearly sending me tumbling back through the storeroom door.
"Erica? Hey!" I grin widely and hug Lucas's sister back, happy to see she hasn't grown since the last time I saw her. I'm getting sick and tired of every kid I know gaining a foot on me. "What's up?"
"What's up is that this little brat won't let me serve ice cream in peace." Robin growls, pointing her scooper at an unimpressed Erica. "And she brought her whole brat pack with her!"
"Uh, that's not the hospitality the ad promised we'd receive." Erica shoots back.
"Handle this. I'm getting Steve." Robin huffs, marching through the back door.
"But Rob, I don't… work here." I trail off as it slams shut, then glance down at the Sinclair girl and her friends. "Alright. What's going on, huh?"
Erica clears her throat. "Well, it says 'free samples', and my mom only gave me some money to spend. I thought to myself, 'what would Veronica do?' That's when I figured out we could get as much ice cream as we want without having to actually buy the ice cream." She smiles angelically, and I raise my eyebrows. "What? It's called 'enterprising'."
"No. It's called 'being a menace to overworked teenagers'. I'm cutting you off."
"But -"
"No." I narrow my eyes at Erica, and she narrows them back. "If you can manage not to come back in for the rest of the day, I will buy each of you two cones tomorrow. Got it?" I point at each of the girls.
"That's bribery." I hum as Erica crosses her arms. "But it works. Deal."
"Deal. Uncross your fingers. And your toes." I shake her hand, laughing as Erica groans. "I missed you, girlie."
"Whatever." The youngest Sinclair nods to her friends, leading them out of Scoops. Someone clears their throat, and I turn to grin at Steve. He leans against the counter, arms crossed and smile wide.
"What's got you so happy?"
"Just you, Roni." He nods towards the storeroom. "Robin's taken over. Did you know she speaks -"
"Four languages? Yeah. Did she pull the pig latin trick on you, too?" I snort as he frowns. "I'm pretty sure they've got it. Want me to keep you company?"
"Always, babe." He pecks my forehead before going over to the sink to wash his hands. Dragging a chair over by the counter, I happily eat my peppermint stick sundae, topped with a heaping ladleful of hot fudge. It gets a little crowded near two o'clock, but most of the customers take their ice cream back out into the food court. Steve seems more relaxed than I'd have expected him to be, only making a couple of mistakes, but he's forgiven as soon as he flashes his winning smile.
Billy could do the same thing, that's probably why - Billy.
"You know, I think this is the most amount of tips I've made." He tells me as he nods to the jar, having set aside Robin's earnings before he took over. I hum, my mind drifting back to this morning. "Babe, you alright?"
"Billy didn't show this morning."
Steve frowns. "He just blew you off?"
"Yeah." I shrug. "I called his place. He, uh, didn't really tell me why." My boyfriend nods, and it's a testament to his characters and maturity that he doesn't even dig into Billy. "That's just not like him. I'm worried. He sounded rough."
"He could've gotten into a fight." Or Neil beat the shit out of him. "Listen, you're his 'Queen V' or whatever. I'm sure he'll pull his head out of his ass at some point and beg for forgiveness."
"It's not that, I'm not mad at him."
Steve nods. "You're just worried."
"He told me to 'stay safe'. From what?"
"Well, you are a bit of a klutz." I scrunch my nose as Steve laughs. He takes the empty cup from my hand before pulling me onto my feet, holding onto my shoulders. "I'm sure everything's fine. You know how Hargrove gets."
"Yeah."
Giggles cut through the nautical music pouring out of the speakers, and my eyes widen when I see who it is. "Oh my God!" I squeal, Steve jumping at the volume. A couple of customers turn to look at me, but I don't care. I'm too busy rushing over to the two girls standing at the entrance to Scoops.
Max and El shriek back at me, and soon enough we're a mess of tangled limbs and loud laughter. "Veronica!" My favorite redhead bounces up and down.
"Hi, Veronica." El is calmer, but no less pleased to see me.
I take a step back, cupping her face. "I missed you. Both of you." I assure the blue-eyed girl, who waves me off. "What are you doing out of the house?"
"I'm I… in trouble." El asks slowly, brown eyes growing even bigger.
I'm quick to shake my head. "No. Of course not. Just, don't draw too much attention, okay? Smart and safe."
"Smart and safe." She nods back. "I got new clothes. Max helped me pick them out." She holds up a big plastic bag. I glance down at her jumper, smiling at the bright, odd shapes covering the fabric. "Do you like it?"
"Of course I do. But that shouldn't matter - what you like's more important."
"See. Told you." Max sasses. I smile at the two girls, wondering just when they got so relaxed around each other.
"It's nice to see you. Hey, Dustin's -"
"Ice cream!" El shouts excitedly, rushing over to Steve while grabbing Max's hand. I can't help but smile, despite knowing they'd ditched Dustin the other day. I don't even want to have them stick around as some kind of punishment. Not when they both look so damn happy to be spending time together.
"What flavor should I get?" Max shouts over shoulder at me.
"Strawberry!" I yell back, jogging over to the girls and throwing my arms over their shoulders as they order from Steve.
My boyfriend grins at our enthusiasm, getting to work scooping some vanilla and strawberry cones. A knock on the window distracts him, Robin's head popping through. She winks at me while whispering to Steve, and he huffs something back before she smirks and shuts the window once more. "Okay, here you go, you got a strawberry," he hands the cone over to Max who licks away happily, "and then a vanilla with sprinkles and extra whipped cream." El grins over at me as she accepts her treat. Steve rests his elbow on the counter, smiling as the girls dig in with a happy expression. He pauses when his eyes land on El's, titling his head. "Wait a second. Are you even allowed to be here?" The girls laugh, spinning to give me quick hugs before rushing out of the store. "That… okay." Steve frowns down at me.
"It's fine." I wave him off, and he forces my hand away as I try to hand him the money to cover their cones. "They didn't pay -"
"It's on the house." His eyes flick out the door to Scoops. "Babe, what if she gets recognized?"
My heart flutters at Steve's concern for El, and I remember that morning in March when I woke up to find them running around the woods. "Steven, the last time anyone else saw Jane, she had a buzzed head and came up to this counter." He sighs, and I quickly reach up to tilt his hat in the opposite direction. He yelps and scowls as he tries to fix it. "You suck."
"I think we both know -"
"You swallow, too." He finishes for me, this time with a smirk eyes full of dirty memories. I wink back, and Steve's smug expression softens. "Oh, Nerd One and Nerd Two cracked the first sentence of the code. 'The week is long'." He tells me, his Russian accent leaving much to be desired.
"Ooh. Rad. Definitely threatening." I joke. Steve snorts. "We'll, at least it's something."
"Yeah, if something was nothing."
Grinning, I sit back in my chair, doing my best to ignore the bad feeling blossoming in my gut. It's probably just all the ice cream, I tell myself.
I'm not a convincing liar.
By the time Steve and Robin are closing Scoops for the night, Starcourt's empty. Main lights are off, but the neon store signs are left on. Just how high is the electric bill?
"I mean, it's just," Steve grunts as he slams the gate down, locking it behind him, "it just can't be right."
The week is long, the silver cat feeds, when blue meets yellow in the west. That was the code. True American heroes, my ass. We can't save anyone if we don't know what the hell it means.
Which is the point. We have to figure out what it means.
Damn it.
"Honestly, I think it's great news." Dustin responds.
Steve catches up to us, grabbing my right hand. "How is that great news? I mean," he chuckles sardonically, "so much for being 'American heroes'. It's total nonsense."
"It's not nonsense. It's too specific. It's obviously a code." Dustin argues.
"But a code for what?" I ask, Dustin pointing at me with a smile. "Yeah, yeah."
"I knew you'd jump into an adventure, Huntress!" I roll my eyes, but it's impossible to keep frowning when his tone is full of the unadulterated glee.
"What do you guys mean, a code?" Steve questions.
"Like a super secret spy code."
"That's a total stretch."
"Steve," he glances down at me, "if it wasn't a code, it'd make sense."
Robin leans back to punch my left bicep. "Look at you using that big brain of yours."
"It's summer. I shouldn't have to be thinking like this."
She snorts, shaking her head. "Listen, just for kicks," she directs at my boyfriend, "let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, 'Fire the warhead at noon?'"
"Exactly." Dustin turns to glower at Steve.
"And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so… 'The siler cat feeds.' Why would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the true meaning of their message?"
I hum. "True."
"And why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?" As Robin talks, Steve makes faces. I nudge him, and he narrows his eyes, silently asking me, what, you buy this crap?
"Like our secret code." I nod at Dustin, who gestures back to me. Steve scoffs, and I squeeze his hand as my little brother grins.
"See? Exactly. Leia gets it."
"Leia?" Robin asks, eyebrows furrowing as she glances back at me.
"Nickname. Dustin's only." I warn jokingly, but my little brother nods with intense sincerity.
"Whatever." Robin shrugs. "So I guess that confirms your suspicions."
"Evil Russians."
"Potentially. We don't even know where they are. You used Cerebro, right? It's the only way you could've reached Nevada." Dustin nods. "What if the code came from there? Maybe you couldn't reach Suzie because Cerebro tapped into another frequency in the same state?"
Dustin blinks. "Oh my God. Did you actually learn something at Camp Know Where?"
"Shut up, Chewie." I pretend to kick at him. "Still, it's pretty cool."
Robin nods, glancing back at Steve and I with a wide smile. "I can't believe I'm about to agree with this strange child, but, yeah, totally. Evil Russians."
As my brother and friend continue to walk, Steve pauses. I frown at him as he drags me in the opposite direction, back towards the games and little animal rides outside the Food Court shops. "Hey, baby, what's -"
He stops in front of the Indiana Flyer, digging through his pockets. "You have any change on you?"
"No, sorry. Steven?" He ignores me and goes back to his pockets, loose change from his tips clattering onto the floor.
"Hey, Steve!" Robin calls. "What are you doing?" I throw her and Dustin a confused look.
"Uh, it's a quarter. I need-" I wince at his volume, Steve kissing my temple. "Sorry, baby. Do you have a quarter?" He steps away from my ears to call out to our confused partners-in-crime.
Robin laughs as she and Dustin walk towards us. "Sure you're tall enough to ride that ride?"
"Quarter!" Steve shouts again. His seriousness has me freezing, and I glance over at him in surprise. He has his moments, yeah, where he isn't a goof. But this feels more like all those times when we've had to… save the world.
"Someone get him a damn quarter!" I yell, and my urgency has Robin tossing the coin at Steve. He catches it and spins, kneeling so he can insert it in the slot. As the horse begins to move like it's galloping, I grab my boyfriend's shoulder. "Steve?"
"Yeah." He nods, listening as "Daisy Bell" tinkles out cheerfully.
"You need help getting up, little Stevie?" Dustin starts to laugh at Robin's joke, but between my glare and Steve's shushing, they both quiet down.
"Would you two just shut up and listen?" Steve asks.
I watch as realization flashes on Dustin's face the closer he listens. "Holy shit." He looks at Robin before digging into his backpack. "The music." He pulls out the recording. "The music!" The man speaks his mysterious code while "Daisy Bell" plays, the tunes matching note-for-note.
"I don't understand."
"C'mon, listen, Robin." I urge. "You're the musician here!"
"It's the exact same song on the recording."
Robin tilts her head, and I know denial when I see it. "Maybe they have horses like this in Russia."
Steve shakes his head. "'Indiana Flyer'? I don't…" My boyfriend scoffs. "I don't think so. This code, it didn't come from Nevada, or even Russia." His eyes flick around to each of us, landing on me. "It came from here." Robin tenses, Dustin inhales sharply, and I squeeze Steve's shoulder. His hand lands on mine.
Well, fuck. There goes my summer.
"Jesus fucking Christ." Steve says for just about the fifth time as he drives us back to his place. He'd followed me and Dustin back to our house. While he didn't have to pay attention to all of my brother's fantastical theories about the Russians, I know for a fact he spent the entire drive in terror. His hands are shaking even now, and I reach up to run my fingers through his hair. Steve exhales slowly, his hands stilling. He's still tense, but I'm the same.
Russians. In Hawkins. Why the fuck couldn't we catch a break? Who do we even call? Owens?
"Roni?" I blink, realizing Steve's parked. "Can we…" He trails off, going quiet.
"Baby?"
With a sigh, he turns to face me. "Can we pretend, just for tonight, that everything's alright? That it was just another boring day? Please?"
"Yeah. We'll deal with this shit tomorrow." I agree, nodding slowly.
Steve smiles, and it finally reaches his eyes. "Okay. Come on."
We both get out, Steve locking the car behind us as he takes my hand. I lean against him as he opens the front door, my boyfriend putting his keys on their usual hook. "So," Steve says as I lock the door, "the little shit's at your mom's."
I smile at his coy tone, turning to face him. "Yeah."
Steve grins, stepping towards me so my back is pressed against the front door. "And we've got the house all to ourselves."
"Hmm. It seems like it."
"You're still not wearing a bra."
I shrug. "Well, it's too hot for one. You know these Indiana summers."
Steve laughs, pulling me in by the loops of shorts. I go willingly, fingers fisting into the thick polyester covering his shoulder. "Here, first? We've got all night. We could rechristen the whole damn house if we wanna."
"Mom's not dropping Dusty off until ten tomorrow."
"Then we've got the morning, too."
I pause, Steve blinking at me worriedly. "Oh my God."
"What?"
"We sound so fucking domestic. We're talking about my brother like he's our damn kid."
Steve's eyes flash, his lips quirking up into a mischievous grin. "And how do you like it? Hm? You picturing us with a kid?"
"No."
He hums. "Liar." I huff as his lips crash onto mine, his fingers quickly undoing my shorts. He tugs them down and I shake them off, Steve's mouth finding the spot just under my ear. I moan as he bites, sucking on the skin. As he works to remove my shirt I pull on his uniform, smiling breathlessly as he takes off his top. The fabric joins my shorts and tee, Steve's mouth back on mine as we kick off our shoes and slip off our socks.
"It's alright, princess." Steve mutters against my swollen lips. "I think about it too. Fucking turns me on more than I ever thought it could."
"No babies are popping out of me until after college, Steven." I warn, but there's no heat behind my words.
"Well, obviously." He grunts as I help him out of his own shorts. "But we can still practice making one in the meantime. Right?"
"That shouldn't be as sexy as it is."
He smirks and cups my face. "One day, I'm gonna fuck a baby into you." I moan as he quickly bites at my lips, one hand trailing down to my chest. His fingers find my right niple, pinching. I jolt and Steve grins. "And we're gonna raise it. I'm gonna be the dad mine never was, and you… you're gonna be an amazing mom."
"But not yet." I smile.
"Not yet."
I hum. "We'll, since you've got all these big plans." He groans as my left hand slips down the front of his briefs, wrapping around his rapidly hardening dick. "I like the idea of practicing."
"Fucking christ. Wait, where -" he pauses as I spin us around and fall to my knees. His back hits the door and I hit the hard ground. Ignoring the ache and the bruises I practically shove his briefs down his thighs, working them off his legs. Steve kicks it away, eyes fluttering shut as I take the tip of his leaking cock in my mouth. "Jesus, your mouth." I look up at him with wide eyes, nodding when he opens his. My boyfriend grins back before his hand gently grabs onto my loose curls, tangling in the thick strands. He moans as I take in the rest of him, until my nose hits his pubes. I relax my throat with well-practiced ease, letting him move my head the way he likes.
He's the only one I've ever felt this safe with. The only one I've ever trusted to fully take control, to respect my limits even when he's at the height of pleasure.
I moan as his other hand joins the one tangled in my curls, and he groans at the vibration. "God. So fucking beautiful." My mouth slips off with a pop, and my boyfriend swipes at my wet lips. "You want more?"
"Yes." I nod. "Please."
"Alright, babe." He eases his dick back into my mouth, and I can feel the underside throbbing against my tongue. Steve fucks my mouth with renewed vigor, groaning and grunting as he uses me. I can feel myself getting wetter, eyes open and begging for his release. It comes a minute later, salty and thick and so, so delicious. I swallow as much as I can, and when Steve frees my mouth I let him wipe away the rest, his thumb pushing it into my mouth.
"Love the way you taste."
He laughs at my words, helping me stand. "Yeah? I think it's my turn, Roni." I yelp as he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his torso. He carries me over to the couch, setting me down gently. I still bounce slightly on the soft cushions, and he grins, eyes on my chest. I roll my own emerald orbs and he snorts. "How attached are you to this?"
"What?"
My eyes widen as Steve tears my thong at the seams, sending it flying behind the couch. He lifts my knees and spreads them, and the moment his tongue licks into my center my back's arching off the cushions. Steve pulls my legs over his shoulders and my heels dig into his back. His hands find mine, our fingers entwined as he eats me out. My whole body feels like a livewire, tensing and shuddering as my boyfriend's tongue flicks my clit. He sucks and I nearly scream, tears slipping out of my eyes and dripping into my air.
"You alright?" He asks, pulling his head back to check on me.
"Why'd you stop?!" I cry out, hitting Steve's shoulder blade with my foot as he laughs.
"Okay." He hums, sending me a warm smile. "I'm sorry. Don't worry, princess. In fact -" I gasp as he tugs me up and over his shoulder, "I think a change of scenery will do us some good."
He only sets me down when we've reached the kitchen island. The countertop is cool against my sweat-soaked skin, and I shiver before Steve's mouth even descends on my chest. He sucks bruises into my breast and tugs at my nipples with his teeth. His fingers slip inside my dripping center and I bite down yet another scream threatening to slip out.
"Lo-love you." I moan. "Feels… good."
"Yeah?" He whispers against my skin, pulling me into a seated position while he continues fingering me. "I can tell. You're fucking soaked. Surprised you aren't gushing right about now. I can feel it building, though."
"Ye-yes." I whimper. "Steve, please!"
"Please what, Roni?" He hums as he presses kisses to my throat.
"I want to… wanna come."
"Okay." He smiles at my jugular and pulls back, hazel eyes nearly blackened by his pupils while his free arm wraps tightly around my waist. "Go ahead. Come."
I whine, eyes shutting as I shatter in Steve's hold, vision going white. When I come to, my arms are around Steve's neck, my head on his shoulder as he rubs my back. "Holy shit." I mutter.
Steve huffs out a little laugh. "Holy shit."
"Baby?"
"Yeah"
"I need your dick in me. Like, right now."
Steve startles at my urgency. "Babe, you just -"
"I swear to God, if you don't fuck me in the next five seconds I'm digging out my toy and making you watch." I growl.
My boyfriend pauses, then a frown overtakes his face. "What did you just say?" My breath catches in the back of my throat, excitement thrumming in veins. "You don't tell me what to do, not here. You don't dish out the punishments, princess." I smile as he helps me down, only to bend me over the counter. His hand strikes my ass and I throw my head back, crying out as Steve pulls my hair into a ponytail. "Do you understand?" He questions.
"Yes, Steve." I glance over my shoulder at him. "But I think I still need to learn my lesson."
"Later, babe." He insists. "We've got time. Beside," he spins me back around dragging me by my hand towards the stairs, "I want to fuck you, too. I know I said we'd rechristen the house, but the condoms are upstairs. Not sure I trust myself to pull out in time, the way you look right now."
I laugh as he rushes us up to his room. Steve throws me onto his bed by my hips, my boyfriend climbing between my legs, holding himself up with one hand while the other reaches out to grab a condom. As soon as he's rolled it on, he guides his dick inside my aching and sex-soaked cunt. He's big enough that whenever we make love, it feels like my first time all over again - minus the searing pain. The stretch still makes me sore, but it never hurts.
My mouth drops into a little while as he finds my sweet spot, one he's never failed to hit. He nails it every time, and this round's no different. He pounds into me deeper with each thrust, his pace the same as my hip lift to meet Steve's. While his free hand slips down so his fingers can play with my clit, I scratch my nails down his back. He grunts, driving his dick in harder than before. I jolt and see another constellation as our pace quickens just enough that I feel like it'll never stop. His thrusts are harder, too, the table shifting under us by the force of our fucking. My thighs tighten around Steve's rib cage, my scream echoing through the empty house as I peak again, the pleasure too much. My boyfriend continues to pound into me, headboard banging against the wall. He groans in my ear, Steve's dick throbbing inside me as he follows me into pleasure.
It takes what feels like a century for me to catch my breath. Steve's just as out of air, panting as he gently pulls out and rolls away to throw out the condom. He collapses beside me, tucking an arm under my head and tugging me so I'm laying half on top of him. "Give me like, thirty minutes, then I can go again."
I hum, smiling as I play with his thick chest hair, now damp from our workout. "Same." Then I sigh. "Besides, now that we've stopped, all I can think about is that stupid code."
"Yeah, I know." Steve kisses the top of my head. "Me too."
"Russians. In Hawkins. This better not end up like Red Dawn." I try to joke, but it falls flat.
"Shh." Steve murmurs. "Let's not think about all that right now, okay? This is a code-free zone. Alright?"
"Okay." I smile. "I want you to fuck me in your dad's old study, next."
Steve grins, pecking my lips. "Babe, I'd fuck you in a dumpster."
My nose wrinkles with disgust. "Gross."
Steve shakes his head before pecking my temple. "Whatever. I thought it was romantic."
"It really wasn't."
He snorts into my hair, holding me like I'm the most precious thing in the world. I hold him back the same way, praying to anyone who's around to listen that whatever's going down in Hawkins, it'll be okay. It has to be okay.