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Angel kisses; so sweet that they were usually given to you to wake you up in the morning, to show fondness and the unconditional love your boyfriend had for you. Quick, calming kisses had been sprinkled on your eyelids and peppered on your forehead, temples, cheeks and the tip of your nose upon you returning to reality from your slumber, the beautiful image of your boyfriend pulling away from you.
His half-lidded eyes fluttered, smiling as he saw you waking up, pressing his lips to yours. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
God, his morning voice had sent little tingles all over your body, as did his wandering hands that from even the smallest of touches could ignite a flame large enough in your stomach to cause a forest fire.
Describing the way Steve kisses in one word would be; Euphoric. So excruciatingly gentle and slow, his hands trailing down your sides to hold you by the hips as he pulled you into his lap. He hummed into your mouth as you shifted in his lap, making yourself more comfortable, his hand almost shooting up to hold your cheek, but he slowed down his movements so he wouldn’t hurt you.
“Stevie,” you whispered, chuckling under your breath as his kisses left your lips and travelled to your jawline. “We might wake the kids.”
He let out an exaggerated sigh, playfully rolling his eyes as he gently pushed you down, your back laying against the cool, crisp sheets. He hovered over you for a moment, before propping himself up with one of his elbows, his skin against yours, sending butterflies straight to your stomach.
“Dustin sleeps like a log,” he explained. “Mike’s out with Will. El and Max have gone to the mall, Lucas is probably at the mall too looking for an ‘I’m sorry’ present to give to Max after their… what… millionth breakup? Eddie’s practising with Corroded Coffin to impress Chrissy, Nance is out of town with Jonathan and Argyle and Robin’s with them… We'll be fine, baby. We’re just kissing.”
Just kissing. Right. Just kissing Steve Harrington .
Steve.
The best babysitter ever.
Harrington.
“And what about Erica?” You asked, the image of her fake throwing up in your mind.
“She’ll call us disgusting nerds, nothing new. Besides, didn’t she make all of her Barbie’s kiss? And nothing is worse than what she told me she found under Lucas’ bed.”
“She told you? What did you have to do to make you tell her? Tell me!”
“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. No can do. She’ll spill all of my secrets.”
“We don’t keep secrets, Steve.” You pouted.
“Well… There's one I have to keep from you, but I’ll tell you when the time is right. I promise.”
“That’s enough convincing,” you giggled, leaning into his touch as he caressed the side of your face with his knuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
He smiles lovingly down at you, rubbing his nose against yours in an eskimo kiss.
“You’re adorable, Steve Harrington.”
“You’re even more adorable, Y/N Harrington— I mean… Um…” he chuckled nervously, fiddling with something small in the pocket on his jeans. “Forget I said anything.”
”Y/N Harrington has a nice ring to it,” you said, smiling, pulling him into your arms, hearing something drop to the ground and clatter.
And then you saw the little silver ring rolling across the floor.