#my brain is rotting for steve harrington rn i’m sorry

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idea: you’re hanging out with robin and eddie and they are PRYING about your relationship with steve. eddie is just convinced steve has no idea what he’s doing in bed, and robin nods in agreement.

“he just looks like a missionary guy through and through.” robin says.

you shrug. they’re right, but— “what’s the problem with that?” you ask.

“nothing, per se…” eddie adds. “i just feel like he doesn’t know how to really pleasure a woman. dude seems clueless.”

you blush, crossing your arms over your chest. “he does, he’s just vanilla—and i guess,” you pause, embarrassed. you weren’t used to being so open about your sex life with steve.

“you guess what?” they both say in unison.

“i guess—i would kind of like him to not be so gentle all the time. he kind of treats me like i’m made of glass.”

you jump as steve lets himself into eddie’s trailer; you had forgotten that he was planning on picking you up.

he looks so handsome. his hair is a little matted from sweat, the chestnut highlights warm, a golden prize beneath the flickering lights of eddie’s room. his polo is a bit unbuttoned, allowing you to see his chest hair; the sleeves of his shirt tight around the swell of his biceps. you swear he looks more buff every time you see him.

“hey, y/n. you ready?” he offers you a tight-lipped smile.

your pulse gains pace, a nervous flutter against the green vein in your neck as steve holds his hand out for you, intertwining your fingers together.

maybe he didn’t hear.

eddie and robin share a look. he definitely had.

steve closes the door to the car after you climb into the front seat. as he’s about to start the engine, he throws the keys in the cup holder littered with receipts and loose change and your hair ties.

his hand finds your thigh, deft fingers pulling at the hem of your little tennis skirt.

his big brown eyes are locked into yours, unwavering, intimidating. gone are the days of puppy eyes and facetious pouts.

tilting your chin to him, he sighs, leaning in so your lips are almost touching. the edge of his bottom lip feels like a tiny feather, tickling yours.

his breath smells like mint gum, cherry soda, a confession left unsaid.

“you know,” he says. his tone is utterly patronizing. your legs squeeze together as his fingers brush against your cunt, wet and puffy and covered by his favorite little pink panties, adorned with a little bow. “if you want me to fuck you like a slut, you can just ask me.”

and then he squeezes your cheeks and flashes you that charming toothy smile of his, the one that makes his eyes crinkle and his nose all scrunched. you whimper as his hand finds its place on the steering wheel, leaving your pussy untouched, starving.

and then he’s turning the car on, chewing his stale gum and driving away. the radio is loud, but it doesn’t drown out the nervous thump of your heartbeat in your ears.

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Pretty Girl | (Fem!Eddie/Fem!Steve)

Contains: genderbending, praise kink, slight dom/sub undertones (dom!eddie), jewelry kink? (steve likes eddie rings), choking to the most minor degree, aftercare -let me know what I missed!

Summary: “This is cute.” Eddie says with an impish grin up at Steve. She’s paused her advance to hover over Steves hips and toy with the little black bow at the waistband of her blue and black laced underwear. Steve shoves at her shoulder with a scoff and mutters a “Shut your mouth, Munson.”

“What,” it’s annoyingly -endearingly- drawn out, “I’m serious sweetheart, it is cute as fuck.” And as if to punctuate the statement she leans down to press a kiss to the little thing before taking it between her teeth and tugging it up, the waistband coming with it and then letting it snap back against Steve’s hips.

Word count: 4.2k

Notes: Genderbending isn’t really usually my thing but I had this very specific scenario snippet in my head and also I’m fixated on Stranger Things rn. I have brain rot so fuck me here we are. I didn’t change their names tho cause idk feels weird so… cope ig? /JK lol

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They’re at Steve’s house, tangled up with each other in her bedsheets and watching some weird horror movie that Eddie had picked up from Family Video earlier that day when Steve was on shift.

It was a slow burner kind of movie and Steve was starting to get bored from sitting so long- and if she’s being honest, the movie kinda sucks. Her leg had started rocking back and forth like 20 minutes in, but now her hands are getting antsy too, unconsciously playing with the rings on Eddie’s hand that’s clasped in her own. She twists and slides them around, and taps them to make them clink dully against her bitten off nails.

She loves these rings. She tells Eddie all the time how pretty her hands look all decorated up, but she’ll probably never directly admit just how much she loves them.

And they make great little fidget toys, so yet another plus to add.

Preoccupied with slipping the ring on Eddie’s pinkie off and on, Steve doesn’t even notice when she looks down to watch her with a dimpled grin. That is until she wiggles her fingers and teases, “Having fun there Harrington?”

Steve jumps a little and looks over to Eddie, her face tingling with the beginnings of a blush, “Oh, sorry Ed’s, didn’t mean to bother you or anything.”

“You’re not bothering, love, just thought it was cute.” She says, pulling Steve’s now stilled hand up to press a kiss to it. “Are you getting bored? I didn't think the movie was that bad.”

“Oh no! I mean it's not great but I’m okay. Just happy to be here.” She says, squeezing Eddie’s hand and smiling at her.

“Jesus, I could eat you Harrington. You’re disturbingly sweet sometimes.” Eddie rumbles, leaning to kiss all over and around Steve’s nose.

Steve scrunches up her nose and tilts her head back, “Ed’s,” she drags out the S, “I thought I was badass? What happened?”

“Oh you can be both darling, you are definitely both.” Eddie’s kissing at her jaw, “Sorry I picked a bad movie,” and as an afterthought, “and also for interrupting your ring obsessing.”

“It is not obsessing! I just think they’re pretty and also fun to play with.”

“Mhm,” she grips Steve’s jaw to bring her face back down, said rings digging softly into Steve’s skin and making her lips pucker slightly, “well, you’re pretty and fun to play with too, what a great pair.”

Steve is effectively bright red, fumbling and mumbling as she tries to form words.

Eddie kisses her. Slow and sultry, sucking pecks at her lips, and Steve is immediately responsive and pliant, lips parting to breathe Eddie in, taking everything she gives as it comes. Eddie nibbles on her bottom lip as she slides her hand down her jaw to rest at the base of her neck, applying only enough pressure to make the presence known. It makes Steve lightheaded either way.

Pulling away she says, “Look at that, my rings look even better here. Like a pretty little necklace for my pretty girl.” Her eyes are half lidded and hungry as she looks down while squeezing a little firmer, smirking as she meets Steve’s eyes again when she hears her punched out and breathless whimper. She’s very pleased at how gone looking the brunette is staring back at her in shocked arousal, her jaw hanging slightly open to pant out little puffs of air and her pupils blown wide.

Steve swallows thickly, glancing over to the still playing movie and breathily stating, “Well, this is certainly much better.” Giggling cheekily, she leans up to kiss Eddie this time, tilting her head just right to allow Eddie in and groaning when their tongues meet.

Eddie shifts up to kneel over Steve while she sucks on her tongue, hand from her throat now resting beside her head and the other already snaking under Steve’s sweater to pet down her side. Steve’s hands are wrapped around her neck and buried in her hair, tugging at her as if she can pull their mouths closer somehow.

“Eager are we, babydoll?” Eddie whispers breathily against her lips, her eyes squinting from the coy smile plastered on her face.

Dragging her nails over Eddie’s scalp in warning, Steve grumbles under her, “I could always change my mind.”

“Oh no-no-no princess, trust me” Eddie’s quick to backtrack, licking over Steve’s lips and sinking her teeth into her bottom one, gripping her hips to tug them up firmly against her own, “I’m eager too.”

Steve shivers, immediately letting go of any pretend defiance as she wraps her legs around Eddies waist and merely whispers “You’re such a dork Ed’s” against the elders lips before letting her mouth fall compliant and inviting to Eddie's insistent tongue.

It’s filthy, Eddie’s tongue darting between her lips and soothing over her lips every time she nips at them, and Steve is so happy to let her have her way and do as she pleases, letting out frequent little gasps and pleased hums.

Eddie’s hands have returned to fumbling under Steves sweater, scratching her nails gently down her back and sides and gripping firmly to drag Steve’s hips to press against her own. Eventually, she shoves the soft fabric up to Steve’s throat when she deems it in the way of her hands path up, up, up, to their destination of Steve’s breasts, flesh soft and barrierless from her lack of a bra in her pajama attire.

Eddie’s eyes are dark and focused when she pulls back and teases with slow featherlight touches on Steve’s chest, barely dragging her fingertips over sensitive skin, teasing around and over her quickly pebbling nipples. Steve arches up to meet her every touch and she’s looking up at Eddie with big, brown doe eyes swimming with want, begging for a firmer touch. And a firmer touch does finally come- in the form of Eddie leaning down to sink her teeth into the fat of the top of Steve’s left tit as her other hand cups around the right to roll her nipple harshly between her thumb and pointer.

Steve moans wantonly, her legs tighting their hold around Eddies hips. Her fingers dig into Eddie’s shoulders, pulling closer as Eddie begins to lap and suck soothingly at the indents in her chest, before deciding to drag her mouth down to nibble and lick over her nipple while her fingers work at twisting and tugging roughly on her other one.

She stays like that for a while, pawing at Steve’s chest, switching between mouth and hand on each breast. She’s enjoying her squirming and desperate gasps for more way too much, but eventually she starts to tug at the shorts resting at Steve’s hips.

“This starting to feel a little unfair,” Steve says when Eddie’s leans up to finish pulling her shorts off, flushing and motioning to their varying states of undress. She points to Eddie’s dark colored sweatpants, “you too.”

“Okay, but only if you finish losing the sweater sweetheart.”

“But you still have on-“ Eddie lifts a brow at her before she can finish flubbing out the words sports bra, sitting up to help her with her sweater, “fine.”

Eddie makes well on her word and kicks off her pants, grinning down cockily at Steve drinking in the minuscule reveal of flesh like a drowned woman, before kneeling back between Steve’s legs. She gives her lips a chaste kiss before returning to her task of marking up Steve’s abdomen, a pattern of grazing nips of the teeth and soothing kisses trailing their way down slowly but surely.

“This is cute.” Eddie says with an impish grin up at Steve. Her advances have paused as she now hovers over Steves hips, toying with the little black bow at the waistband of her blue with black lace underwear.

Steve shoves at her shoulder and drops her head to the side, hiding her gaze and demurely muttering a “Shut your mouth, Munson.”

“What,” it’s annoyingly -endearingly- drawn out, “I’m serious sweetheart, it is cute as fuck.” And to punctuate the statement she leans down to press a kiss to the little thing before taking it between her teeth and tugging it up, the waistband coming with it, and then letting it snap back against Steve’s hips. Then shes coming back up, and trailing butterfly kisses and the occasional nibble of her teeth all the way back up until she reaches her mouth to devour her yet again.

It’s messier, Eddie now focused on playing with the laced edges of Steve’s panties, and Steve herself thoroughly distracted by the soft touches of Eddie’s fingers pulling and pushing at sheer lace.

Steve pulls away to shudder out, “Eddie.” An attempt to voice her want, her need, but it gets no response, Eddie just moves to mouth at her jaw and grips a handful of her ass under the thin fabric. “Eddie, I swear to god if you don’t-“ she’s cut off by Eddie using her grip on her ass to manhandle her into a harsh grind of their hips.

“Patients, Stevie. Be patient.” She says it in a light tone, but its most definitely a demand so Steve shuts her mouth and lets Eddie do her thing.

Her thing is apparently shuffling back down the bed again to hold herself up on one elbow, the hand attached gripping at her hip, and use the other hand to pull a thigh up and lean in to start sinking her teeth into the skin there, licking over the pink blotches that bleed to the surface of her skin. She trails so close to where Steve really really needs her, can feel her tongue at the edges of her lace and her breath ghosting over her where her panties are soaked and plastered over her core.

She makes the mistake of trying to shift her hips to grind against Eddie’s wandering toungue.

With a click of her tongue and a swift movement to kneel up and away Eddie grips her hips and holds her down hard against the mattress, fingers almost digging hard enough to bruise.

“Ah ah ah Stevie-love, I told you to wait.” Her eyes are bright with fake disappointment, but she can’t hide how smug she is, especially not when her dimples pop as her lips curve into a smirk. Steve wants to bite her teeth into her bottom lip and wipe that look of her dumb face. In a sing-song croon, “Now we have to start over.”

And start over she does, beginning a fresh trail of kisses at Steve’s sternum. Admittedly, she makes much quicker progress this time and soon she’s pulling up Steve’s other thigh and leaning back down to make it match the other.

Steve fights so hard this time to keep still, especially when Eddie’s finally made it back down to the edges of her underwear. Her lip is clutched tightly between her teeth and her eyes are scrunched closed to focus solely on not moving for Eddie- she might even be forgetting how to breathe right with how focused she is on not shifting her hips. All she knows is that she needs to do what Eddie says, she needs to stay still. She needs to be good.

Eddie chuckles, the puff of air shocking Steve and making her jump. “You’re doing so good, baby, thank you.” She mixes the praise with a feather-light run of her ringed knuckles over the concealed seam of her lips, such an easy target with Steve’s underwear completely plastered to every crevice. Steve full on gasps and her legs involuntarily twitch to close, to try and hold and deepen the pressure, but Eddie’s hands are quicker to force them to stay open. Eddie’s chuckling again, it’s mocking. It makes Steve blush and squirm.

Switching to dragging her thumb- still also ringed holy fuck- ever so gently across where Steves clit would be through fabric and the flesh of her lips. Eddies back to mouthing at the top laced edge of Steve’s panties, teeth pulling at the lace and bow.

These underwear were going to be ruined for Steve forever, she’ll only be able to think of Eddie tonguing at the bow.

Eddie leans up when Steve starts whimpering in frustration, her eyes watery with it and her hips shifting to their own accord- well not completely their own but so what if Steve’s playing it up a little. “P-please Eds,” shes got a grip on the wrist of the hand at her crotch now, “N-Need something… need more. Hurts Eds. Aches”

“Aw baby, you need it that bad? My sweet, poor little thing.” It’s said in a completely mocking tone with a faux frown to match, but Steve knows that it’s all for show, she’s already got the palm of her hand on Steve’s lower stomach, slowly but surely slinking lower to slip under her underwear. “I’ll give you what you need Stevie-love, don’t worry.” She whispers in Steve’s ear when the tips of her fingers begin to just barely graze dark, course hairs.

Eddie flips her hand and slips her fingers over to hook into the side of her panties at her hip, slowly unsticking them from her and beginning to drag them down her thighs. They’re nearly off but get stuck on one foot and Steve giggles as she kicks them away somewhere in the room.

“Gotta take these off too,” Eddie says wiggling her ringed fingers in the air, “I know how much you like them, but it's not very sanitary, sorry love.” And she makes a show of it, slowly pulling each ring off one by one and leaving them to find home on the nearby nightstand.

When she’s done, Eddie returns to rest her head on Steve’s thigh as her fingers return to her cunt. She groans at the sight of glistening strands of thick hair, running her thumb over Stves folds again without the barrier of cloth, “Fuck you’re soaked princess.” Eddie growls into her thigh as she prys Steve’s lips open with her thumb. Her gaze is so heavy on Steve’s skin, and so full of hunger when she looks up to meet her eyes again, Steve feels like prey trembling under her, waiting for her to strike and eat her whole. It’s not a long wait before she does.

Eddie secures one thigh on her shoulder and pushes the other up against Steve’s stomach to spread her open. She finds Steve’s hand and presses it to the back of her thigh with a command for her to hold it up, and then leans down to run a flattened tongue through her drenched folds. She’s overwhelmed with the deep and musky scent and flavor, her brain short circuiting a moment and all she can think is Steve, Steve, Steve… It’s only made worse when she processes Steve’s cute little gasp, but she clicks back in when Steve’s back begins to arch up and she reaches up to hold her down.

With her free hand Eddie holds Steve’s folds the rest of the way open while she gets to work, dragging her tongue across core and clit, her lips, chin and cheeks getting absolutely drenched in the process. She knows it’s no where near enough to work Steve up to anything more then further frustration, but if anything Eddie would love that- a crying and begging Steve is always the most marvelous of sights. But she really has been so good for Eddie so she’ll treat her tonight.

She switches the majority of her focus to Steve’s clit, passing her tongue in heavy, languid circles and occasionally dipping back down to tease at her entrance before focusing again. When Eddie suddenly presses a sucking kiss to her clit she is so glad and yet so disappointed for the hand holding Steve down, preventing a hard buck into her face and providing the feeling of Steve’s stomach jumping under her palm. “Fuck,” Steve whimpers out, “do- do that again please.” So Eddie does, switching between sucking and lapping at the swollen nerves.

Eddie waits till Steve is a shuddering and twitching mess before bringing her fingers back into the mix. She nudges two digits against Steve’s entrance, teasing around a moment before sliding the two long fingers inside and smirking a little when Steve moans at the sudden stretch.

She looks up to make eye contact with Steve on the first slow and firm drag of her fingers against her upper walls, disappointed when she can’t find her eyes with her head tossed back like it is. The knuckles of her free hand between her teeth is a disappointing discovery as well, with the way it’s muffling her noises.

“So that’s why you’ve been so quiet,” Eddie says, barely pulling her mouth away to talk, “hand.” She demands, flipping the hand on Steve’s stomach over. When she’s got a grasp on the other girls hand she brings it to her hair, making Steve’s fingers lace through it. She’s firm, but not unkind when she commands, “Leave it there, you know I like hearing you baby. And look at me too, I wanna see your beautiful face.”

“Okay,” Steve’s hand finds actual purchase in her hair, “‘m sorry.”

“That’s okay babydoll, nothing to be sorry for.” She presses a sweet kiss to Steve’s clit, then pauses again to wink up at her and poke her tongue out goofily, “and pull as much as you’d like, you know I like it.”

Then she’s back to it, abusing puffy nerves with her tongue and working her fingers at a steady, unyielding pace against Steve’s walls.

There’s a flood of curses and whimpers from Steve now, and a mantra of Eddie’s name or branching nicknames pouring from her lips. Eddie’s stilling hold on her hips is so deliciously frustrating as her hips twitch to move, to try to grind into her face, grind into the sensations, but she can’t and is forced to just take what she’s given.

When Steve’s thighs start to quake and press in around Eddie’s head, and the hand in her hair fists tight and her moans grow breathy, Eddie doubles down on her efforts against her clit and curling her fingertips against the spongy nerves inside Steve. She keeps the motions going steady when Steve’s walls begin to clench around her fingers and she shivers through her orgasm, pulling hard on her hair and crying out “Fuck Ed’s!” as her cunt seeps fluid over Eddie’s face and hand.

Eddie drags her through a lengthy orgasm, not letting up until Steve’s tugging at her hair and pleading. Eddie’s an obscenely gorgeous sight when she sits up, her face shining and a victorious, toothy grin on her face- it makes Steve’s heart clench with unconditional love, as well as her cunt in half-hearted arousal, still too soon for her to actually be ready to go again. She tiredly smiles back at her lover, reaching out to cup her face when she starts leaning back up to her, pulling her in for a slow kiss, humming as she tastes herself on Eddie’s lips.

“Good?” Eddie breaks away to ask in a breath, leaning their foreheads together.

“Mmmm very.” Steve smiles up at her, brushing their noses together. “Your turn?” Steve always asks before reciprocating when they have moments like this, knowing that sometimes Eddie just wants to pull her apart and take care of her and leave it at that.

“Only if you want to princess, I’m fine either way.” She’s smiling and pressing kisses to the corner of Steve’s lips.

“Of course I do.” Steve grins at her excitedly, quickly making a move to flip them and start shimmying down when Eddie stops her.

“We could sit up, but I want you to stay up here with me.”

“Okay.” Steve says, gently smooching Eddie’s nose before wiggling to rest her back against the headboard and pulling Eddie into her lap, resting their foreheads together again.

Their kisses this time are a lot less hungry and messy, more languid and slow now, but still full of fire that continues to go straight to Eddie’s cunt. Before now she had been ignoring the dampness spreading in the thin fabric of the black boy-short cut underwear she was wearing.

Steve’s hands stroke over Eddie’s sides and stomach, tracing the tattoos littered around with fluttery fingers. She breaks their kiss to gaze down at her trailing fingers, finding purchase and tugging at the bottom of Eddie’s sports bra, looking up at her and waiting for approval which comes in Eddie just lifting her arms up and smiling challengingly at Steve, clearly giving the go ahead.

After slipping the fabric off Steve bends to press a kiss to the center of Eddie’s chest, hands slipping up her sides to cup both breasts in her hands. Steve loves everything about Eddie, but when it comes to boobs, especially Eddie’s perfect, little perky tits -pierced, too- Steve is no better than a pubescent teenage boy with a dirty magazine.

She thumbs over pierced nipples, kissing her way to one side and flicking her tongue over one, pulling slightly at the metal jewelry with her teeth and fingers to make Eddie groan. But, she knows she can’t spend too long here, Eddie’s already been waiting for so long and made it clear she wants Steve to be in kissing reach, so Steve gives one last tug with her teeth before leaving it up to her hands as she returns to her lovers mouth.

Continuing to grope her chest with one hand Steve’s other hand begins the decent down Eddie’s abdomen, pausing to let Eddie readjust her knees to be able to kneel higher before -in a mimic of Eddie earlier- Steve snaps the waistband of her black underwear and says against her lips, “These are cute.” Eddie bites the tip of her nose in retaliation, making Steve giggle sweetly.

She rests their foreheads together and makes sure to keep eye contact with Eddie when she scoops her hand under the sticky fabric and starts to trace over her. She covers the outside of Eddie’s cunt entirely with her palm before digging in and dragging her finger up though her folds, catching briefly on her rim and clit. Eddie’s intakes a sharp breath, hips immediately jerking.

Now, Steve knows Eddie is too sensitive to take direct and focused stimulation to her clit so Steve works around it, circling just at the edge of it or using her fingers to cover and gently stimulate the whole area. It’s in one of these whole coverage moves that Steve drops her hand to dip her middle finger inside Eddie, and then quickly slips a second in with the first when Eddie gasps against her cheek.

Steve starts slowly, not dragging her fingers out of Eddie almost at all and instead firmly rocking her hand back and forth, using her palm to continue to gently stimulate her clit and keeping her fingers pressed firmly against the nerves right above her enterance, her underwear now holding taut around her hand.

Eddie huffs punched out breaths and moans against Steve’s neck, hands on her shoulders, and grinds her hips down into Steve’s hand to make the motions deeper and harder. She grips Steve’s jaw and drags her into another kiss, her moans getting tangled in teeth and tongue.

Steve works her hand faster, Eddie speeding up her grind to match pace and they have to pull apart so Eddie can breathe, both looking down to watch the obscene image of Steve’s hand at work through tight underwear and Eddie’s bouncing breasts, Steve’s hand still cupped over one.

“Yes, just like that babydoll.” Eddie hisses out, sounding completely breathless, “Good girl.” Steve moans at the praise.

When Eddie’s orgasm begins to approach she drags Steve closer to her by her shoulders, arching so their chests are pressed together while still leaving Steve’s hand enough room to move at her cunt. Steve’s dedicated-tit-hand till this point moves around to rest on her arched spine. Their foreheads are constantly knocking together as Eddie rocks her hips even faster against Steve’s hand and the air between them grows humid with their shared breaths.

Eddie’s eyes clench shut and her legs threaten to give out on her when she comes, her underwear and Steve’s fingers dampening further as she grinds herself through it. She twitches to a stop when it becomes to much and grabs Steve’s wrist to hold her in place a moment while she breaths.

Steve’s smiling a sweet smile at her and petting down her back with her other hand, waiting for Eddie to come back down. When she’s ready Eddie lets go of her wrist and lets her pull her fingers out, which she then brings up to her mouth to lick clean.

“Fuck baby, you keep that up and we’re never going to bed.” Steve grins at her and makes more of a show of sliding her tongue over every crevice before sucking her fingers into her mouth for extra measure. “God, I should wreck you. Just you wait Harrington.” Eddie says with a pinch to Steve’s hip before slipping out of her lap and off the bed to stretch. “C’mon, lets go shower, unlike you I forgot to clean off my hand so you have your own cum all over your shoulder.”

Now that Steve’s focus’s on it she can definitely feel it dried there. She’s immediately up and following Eddie like a lost puppy to the bathroom.

The shower is warm, and they take turns washing each others hair and bodies, completely trusting in each other to take good care of each. And after, Steve does both of their hair care, combing Eddie’s wet curls now before they dry, scrunching mouses and other hair products in before braiding both their hair. And then Eddie does skin, gently moisturizing both their faces and then rubbing lotion down both their bodies, making sure to massage at Steve’s shoulders and neck where she knows the girl gets sore, and getting cheeky for a bit when she rubs lotion on her ass. It ends with sharing a few soft kisses while they help pull each others clothes on.

They kick the comforter off at the end of the bed to wash tomorrow and crawl in with Steve’s favorite fuzzy blanket wrapped around their tangled forms. They whisper and giggle to each other for a while after, Eddie pressing kisses all over Steve’s face, before settling down to fall asleep, hands clasped together between them.

Nearly unconscious, Steve hears Eddie whisper “I love you my pretty girl.” She can only manage something that sounds like a mumbled ‘Mmmtmm’ before she falls asleep.